Meal 16
"Me bow to you," replied Remgat angrily at Cyrus who didn't respond, just stood there waiting. Then a toothy smile spread across the dark dragon's face. To see him with anything but a sinister scowl was quite unnerving and incredibly creepy. It only got worse as his mouth opened wide and he let out a monstrous and uncontrollable laugh. It was so loud and terrifying that all the animals in the area fled fearfully leaving only Cyrus and Remgat alone. Rivers of tears poured down Remgat's face as he continued to guffaw like he had an overdose of laughing gas. It was several more minutes before the dragotaur finally calmed down and wipes the tears from his face. "That was a hilarious joke you just told me. That face and tone seemed so serious and commanding, but you can't seriously expect me to obey you let alone bow to you." With his face dry he focused his gaze upon Cyrus's eyes. His tone changed from one of good humor to a more threatening and deadly one. "If you were serious, I'd have to murder you in such a horrid manner that you'd pray for any other death."
"You have a lot more yap to you than I expected," stated Cyrus. "You won't cooperate with me without extra pressure applied am I correct?"
"Cooperate?" growled Remgat flexing his muscles underneath the tons of fat covering his body. He detested the fat and his other half that loved to pack it on. It was still a mystery to him how it wasn't completely removed when he transformed, but the fact it helped to fuel his ferocity was a plus. "Ha! Nobody commands me and I certainly don't play well with others. The fact that you allowed me to come out did make me consider for a fraction of a second giving you mercy, but after a comment like that dying once is the least of your worries. I might just resuscitate you a few times to kill you over and over."
"You presume you even can kill me," responded Cyrus. "You still don't understand this world you are currently in or its rules, but allow me to explain. First, power and abilities originated outside this world are halved in strength making you not nearly as formidable as you'd like to be. Second, nobody who comes from the outside world can die while here. Instead, your life becomes bound to your conqueror."
"That's a lie," argued Remgat. "I know at least two Kills that were defeated and died. None of that stuff is true is it?"
"That is because Kill was not defeated, though part of him was," continued Cyrus. "Only if all his incarnations are defeated will it work. You on the other hand have no incarnations and Tagmer is still you, albeit your weak, worthless side. By defeating him, I have also captured you. Now how about I make it official and make you my servant. Such a shame, I was even considering letting you retain your independence, but it is a chore to manage feral pets."
An intense feeling suddenly coursed through Remgat's body straight from his very core. It wasn't painful, nor was it hot or cold. It was draining and restricting, making his body numb and his breathing hard. He watched motionless as his body thinned out as revealing the buffness underneath and showcasing the muscle clad frame that Remgat truly had. The lost weight flew off, now waiting for Obamon to absorb it like the rest.
"I will not submit to anyone," snapped Remgat feeling his body get act on its own to go into a bowing position. With all his will he tried to fight it, but it only made the draining effect even more overpowering. "If that's the rules of this world I'll just teleport to another."
"I'm sure you already suspect you can't use your powers without my consent and not beyond the limits I set. Not be a good dragotaur and sit at your master's feet." Trembling as his muscles spasm between his own will and the order Cyrus gave to Remgat it was slow and painful trip to the ground that ended with Remgat failing to resist. Cyrus had a smug look on his face, showing that beyond cold logic and reason he had an emotional satisfaction for humiliating the dark dragotaur. Remgat let out a beastly roar with all his might. Thousands upon thousands of potential murder methods ran through his mind as to how he'd make Cyrus suffer and made him hope that Cyrus was correct that they couldn't die in here so that he could use every single one on his. That desire alone was the only thing that contained his malevolence, the only thing to keep him from a futile battle of resistance until he found a way to bypass those vile rules.
"Why aren't they surrendering," questioned Dragon Kill clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
"And we can't defeat them either," Roo Kill added just as confused.
"Don't look so surprised," Morris answered. "You're just not strong enough to win. You hid out to ambush us, but never considered we have become more than you can handle."
"I admit you are both quite strong, but if you can't deliver a finishing attack you are just wasting your own energy," stated Van.
"That's a lie!" snapped Roo Kill as he sprung himself at Van with full force, but suddenly found that he was stopped by a single catching hand. Even managing to push him back a few feet from where he was standing gave him no consolation. With his free arm, Van surged fire to the nails as he clawed at the roo smashing him to the ground in a fiery explosion.
Dragon Kill growled angrily as the fire in his belly flared up and he prepared another attack. Morris already had his arrows aimed at him and fired away wildly, each arrow hitting its mark and freezing his body. Using his flames he attempted to melt the ice, but Morris matched his flames with ice and brought on a stalemate.
"You guys will just have to face fact," said Morris. "You can't beat us and we can't beat you. This fight will never end and it serves no purpose for us to keep fighting."
"What are you talking about?" asked Dragon Kill. "You are our enemies and it is our job to defeat you."
"Tagmer and I thought that, but who set the rules? Who is the one telling you what to do?" asked Morris.
"Obamon of course," he answered. "When we came into this world that was the order we were given."
"But she never gave me any orders or instructions," Van stated. "We don't have to be enemies. We don't have to be mere chess pieces in her game."
There was a moment of silence as the two Kills looked at one another. "Give us a moment to discuss," said Roo Kill.
"Very well," answered Morris allowing Dragon Kill to thaw and talk with Roo Kill in private.
"Do you think they'll go along with us?" whispered Van.
"No, but they'd use they'll likely use the opportunity to attack us when our guard is down," explained Morris.
"And that's really a good idea to let them get this close to us?" asked Van.
"We're up against an all powerful being that just abducted Tag," stated Morris picking up Tagmer's hat. "And I have a bad feeling that Remgat might be involved if Tagmer has been apart from his hat for so long. We'll need all the power we can get on our hands or at least a pair of meat shields. We'll be ready if and when they do."
"Do you think we should join them?" asked Dragon Kill to Roo Kill. "You can't be serious."
"We won't be," Roo Kill explained. "They just want to use us most likely, but it will give us the chance to get the drop on them. They won't know what hit them."
"But they probably know we will betray them the first chance we get," commented Dragon Kill.
"They might know that, but they don't know that we know they know. Understand?"
"I think so, but what is they know that we know that they know?"
"But then we would know that they know that we know that they know."
"Now my head hurts," grumbled Dragon Kill.
"Seems that we were split up you got screwed over in the brains department," sighed Roo Kill. "Just play along for now and we'll be dancing on their graves in the end."
"So what's it going to be?" asked Morris after some waiting.
"We'll join you for now, but don't expect us to do the work," answered Roo Kill.
"That's fine," agreed Van. "But now we have to get going to find our friend. Please that the lead."
"No," replied Dragon Kill. "Taking the lead should be your honor."
"We insist," said Van. "You two first."
"We've finally arrived," panted Zane seeing the entrance to the thieves' den. "Krystal should just be ahead and with Snow and Dillon on our team we can defeat those three without any problem."
"Don't lower your guard, my liege," recommended Obamon. "And don't let your anger cloud your judgment. They will be extra dangerous now that they are backed into a corner. This will be our most dangerous battle yet."
"I forget," commented Bruce. "Is this all real or are we just doing a reenactment or is it a reenactment that is actually real?"
"I have no idea myself," admitted Logan. "Still it's been pretty fun."
"And we'll have a lot more fun," added Zane looking upon the door that was blocking their path. It was made of steel and looked at least of foot thick and weighed a ton. It was the last thing standing in their way from reaching Krystal and the thieves. It showed how precarious they were of their arrival as well as how fearful they were, knowing their other defense would only stop them temporarily at best. "Once we rescue Krystal and defeat those thieves we'll have a great big feast and be merry and jolly."
"I hope there will be pizza!" squealed Snow with joy, his flabby belly bouncing and his moobs jiggling about.
"I don't know if pizza existed in the Renaissance, replied Dillon, but there will still be enough food to fill a fat lazy, bunny with." He thought of his buddy Bolt as he made this statement and a derpy grin spread across his face.
"I've never heard that expression," commented Obamon to Dillon.
"I use Bolt for all my comparisons," explained Dillon. "For instance, I might say that table is three bunny butt cheeks wide or that hippopotamus is 10 milliBolts heavy."
"Oh," replied Obamon not sure how to respond to that very unusual statement. She just patted him on the head and went with one of her generic responses. "Aren't you a cutie pie." Her words made the fatty dillo smile with big showing his large tooth mouth.
"I think the heat might be getting to them," whispered Bruce. "Maybe we should hurry things up." Snow and Logan soon joined with Dillon showing their big toothy grins and looking at Obamon's expression it was difficult for even her to keep her cheery self in the presence of such mugs. "Hurry up a lot, please."
"Won't take but another second," Zane stated as he dissipated his sword of aura into a regular aura sphere and focused on the power and a single point on the door. Bruce and the others watched in silence, knowing when Zane was serious he was incredible. He remained so still it seemed almost like he was suddenly moving at light speed as he lunged forward and shoved the aura sphere against the door. The gate seemed to withstand the attack for a moment, but as Zane continued to push the aura sphere against it, it left an impression of the powerful every then got larger and larger before their eyes. Sensing it needed a bit of a boost, Zane poured more energy into the aura sphere, channeling in his feelings of Krystal and his vast desire to rescue her. Letting out a roar of incredible determination as his eyes glowed full of aura, the door burst from where it was affixed to the wall. It flew with such velocity it got embedded into the wall directly ahead. The others knew of Zane's incredible power, but it left them speechless once again as he merely flexed his fingers in the aftermath. "Let's keep moving."
The cave was led down a tunnel light by torches. Plenty of the thieves' spoils were littered along the ground and hung on the walls almost like decoration. The air was mixed with the foul stench of bad hygiene and tasty food, though very faint. Following their noses they found the culprit of the former was a cauldron full of unwashed socks that reeked as if they had a life of their own. Doing their best not to wretch, they all proceeded past it while holding their breath. Dillon remained behind, tempted, by the stinky socks.
"No, that was a time long gone," he said to himself before rushing to catch up with the others. They had already reached a large room that housed the vast majority of treasures of the cave. There were also tables, chairs around for the thieves to sit at. They also took notice of a big screen television and a fridge that were hardly historically accurate, but waiting for good guys to come stop them had to be very boring with nothing to do in the meantime. Vincent and Rhodes were also in the room, prepared for their attack; Krystal kept close to them so nobody would dare make a move for fear of her getting injured. Donavin was the only one missing still working on their little surprise.
"Krystal!" Zane called out to his beloved queen.
"Oh, Zane!" she cried out to him tearfully. "I have longed for you to come and rescue me, my king. And if we could speed things up a bit. We ran out of food a while ago and I'm starved."
"Enough to double your size ten times," promised Zane getting a little swept up in the romance of the situation. "Now let her go know you fiends."
"We shall do no such thing," argued Vincent. "Not until you give in to our demands."
"Demands?" asked Rhodes confused. "We never discussed demands. "If I'd have known I would've made a list."
"Donavin isn't here yet," whispered Rhodes. "We are going to have to buy him some more time to get it ready. For the time being we just need to keep everyone in this room."
"What are you two whispering about?" shouted Logan. "All this talk about food is getting my belly rumbling so how about we just all get out of this cave and get something to eat."
"Don't even think about giving us orders," snapped Vincent defensively. "Now do the truffle shuffle."
"What?" replied Logan not sure if he was being serious or not.
"Did I stutter?" questioned Rhodes. "Now do it or Krystal gets it."
"Zane?" asked Logan, not sure how to respond.
"Play along for now," replied Zane. Logan nodded and looked down at his fatty belly. Everyone around him looked like they were doing their best to not laugh, but snickers still slipped passed their lips. Blushing brightly, Logan quickly lifted up his shirt to expose his muffin top belly and then started to shake it about in a hilarious manner that burst the wall of giggles and had everyone laughing till they were crying.
"Is that all you got?" chortled Bruce. "I thought you would have more villainous demands."
"Zane, now give Bruce a wedgie," replied Vincent. "Is that evil enough for you?"
"Sorry," apologized Zane in advance as he slipped his fingers into Bruce's pants from the back so he could grip his boxers and pulled them up with all his might. Bruce felt pain like never before as he was yanked off his feet and the underwear squeezed his rear tight. He prayed that they were able to tear, but being such a fatty he naturally got the Titan Strength Brand.
"So evil," whimpered Bruce his predicament becoming only more cumbersome the longer the wedgie persisted. The only way he managed to escape it was when he fainted. Logan was quick to fall on his butt, exhausted from doing the truffle shuffle for an extended period of time.
"We still need more time," whispered Vincent to Rhodes. "Donavin still isn't here."
"Just means we have more time to play with them," snickered Rhodes. "Now what to do next?" Scratching his chin his eyes turned from Zane to Obamon and a grin spread across his face. "Obamon, how about you give Zane there a nice big cuddling."
"I think I'd be happy to do that even without you telling me," Obamon said happily. "Come here little Zaney and give White Mage Obamon a big busty hug."
"No. Please, anything but that," begged Zane, but it was too late for words as the felt those this meaty arms surround him and pull him into her cleavage. His normally endless strength was suddenly reduced to nothing as he was swallowed by that memory foam of flesh and scales. Any cries for help he could still muster were muffled against her dress.
"Are you alright dearie?" asked Obamon as she loosened her grip on Zane revealing he was out like a light. "Perhaps he's claustrophobic."
"He's got a phobia alright," chuckled Krystal forgetting her own predicament for a moment. "But it isn't from tight spaces. At least not all tight spaces."
The ground shook slightly that quickly startled everyone still conscious. "What's going on?" asked Dillon feeling his flab jiggle without him doing anything.
"Maybe my stomach is growling?" suggested Snow. "I doubt I've eaten for at least ten minutes."
"Looks like Donavin is almost here," said Rhodes.
"Almost isn't good enough," replied Vincent. "We're barely keeping them at bay and fooling around won't last much longer."
"Snow would you be a dearie and cast a little dark spell?" asked Obamon seeing this as the opportune moment to strike.
"As you wish Obamama," Snow answered as he raised his wand and all the flames on the torches were drawn in and filled the room with darkness.
"The lights?" cried Vincent. "What did they do?"
"Put them out," screamed Rhodes. "Calm down we can't panic."
"Me panic?" replied Vincent. "Listen to how nervous you are. Just grab Krystal so she doesn't get away."
"I got her," stated Rhodes. "But I don't remember her having such a hard back."
"That's because I'm Dillon," the dillo explained.
"When did you get here?" asked Rhodes. "Where's Krystal?"
"Obamon told me to sneak up here when the lights went out to help her get away."
"Zane? Where are you?" cried Krystal fumbling around in the dark.
"I think you're standing on me," he groaned feeling a hoof digging into his abdomen.
"Sorry," apologized Krystal removing her foot from him, but the sudden rumbling grew more intense real fast knock her and everyone else off balance and crashing to the floor. She landed atop Zane who was smothered under her breasts only this time he passed out with an absolute smile across his face.
A chunk of the roof of the cave collapsed revealing what appeared to be a giant dragon entering the fray, but seeing the metal plating and hearing the sound of its gears turning it was clear the creature was a machine. Donavin appeared over the edge of the hole and called out to his team.
"I've brought Mecha Zilla!" he called out to Vincent and Rhodes. "What should I have him do? He's got five different breath settings, titanic strength, laser vision, and free Wi-Fi. I can't decide what to try first."
"Just bring this whole place down!" ordered Vincent scanning desperately for Obamon, but even with the light the hole in the ceiling provided he couldn't see her anywhere.
"Bring the place down?" cried Rhodes unable to believe what he was hearing. "If you haven't remembered, we are down here too!"
"It doesn't matter so long as we stop Obamon once and for all," explained Vincent. "And if we all have to go down to make that happen then so be it."
"I can't give the order," cried Donavin regretfully.
"Then I'll have to," stated Vincent solemnly. "Mecha Zilla, bring down the house, uh, I mean cave." With a mighty mechanical roar, the dragon stomped and pounded on the cave. It caused quakes so bad it was impossible for anyone to stand or get away. Debris fell from the ceiling in large chunks. There was no way to get away for any of them as they were all buried under the rubble save for Donavin and the dragon standing atop it all.
"Welcome to the Valley of Sunshine and Lollipops," said Thomas as they reached the most peaceful and beautiful place they've ever laid eyes on. The trees were lollipops with a rainbow of different colors. Birds sang harmonically like a chorus. The sun had a smiley face on it for some inexplicable reason and so did the flowers that waved them a greeting.
"One of the rocks is supposed to be in this place?" asked Wolfcub with surprise. "I thought we'd be in even more trouble than with the last rock. That's usually how these quests go."
"Well looks like the danger will be nonexistent this time," replied Thomas. "We can take it easy and find the rock without any problems."
"And I wouldn't mind sticking around here for a bit," commented Yure as he stretched and yawned. "I could use a nice cat nap." Taking a few steps forward, Yure came to an abrupt halt as his hair stood on end and he covered his nose while his eyes started to water. "What's that smell? Burning my sinuses."
"What are you talking about?" asked Wolfcub before she felt the same strange sensation as did Thomas. "I feel it too. Feels evil, pure evil."
"It can't be," whispered Thomas shaking and frightened. "What's he doing here?"
"What do you mean?" questioned Yure to Thomas. "Who is behind this?"
"Remgat" was all he managed to say as an intense power erupted from the valley. It nearly blew them all away as they tried to stand their ground. Yure hugged his Drag doll tight to comfort him as he quivered in fear and wet himself. Wolfcub held him tight to try and comfort him while Thomas could only watch as the destruction occurred.
It was almost unbelievable how fast the destruction happened and how fast it ended. What was left was incredibly overwhelming as there was nothing but a perfectly flat field before them for miles; the entire valley was gone like it never existed in the first place. Looking in the distance, they were barely able to see something standing in the center of all the destruction.
"I don't see why it is so hard to find these little pebbles," he chuckled holding three in his palm. "I got three without breaking a sweat. They are indestructible as far as I can tell. Just annihilate everything around them till they are the only thing left. Just a few more to go and then I'll be done with Cyrus's stupid tasks. Then I can exact my revenge on him and all those other peons who have disturbed me. I could just blow up this world and be done with them all at once, but that's my answer to business work and this is pleasure work." Rubbing his chin, he considered a few of his top ten murder methods and the thought brought a big toothy grin to his face. "Yes. I won't be satisfied killing them if I can't do it with my own two hands and see their pitiful faces before they breathe their last."
