Kindred Nights Ch. 02

Tags: Hyper, Magic, ""Vampires"", Lactation

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This night has certainly been one I could never forget. I hit absolute rock bottom, then a super beautiful girl basically kidnaps me and literally plays with my life. Now I've been kidnapped *again* and I'm currently stuck kneeling on some form of wood, surrounded by various murmurs. One thing I notice is how their voices are oddly easy to pick out, like all the sounds are coming to me sharper than ever.

A fluttery and queenly tone whispers in the rafters. An angry and grumbly voice in the far left. Mischievous, raspy words float in from the center. All throughout the various conversations, I noticed another thing that may have been a bit odd, every sound had a certain cadence, almost like they all come from women?

Before I could speculate any more, the knapsack was suddenly yanked from my head. The throbbing pain in my chest still lingered, but my eyes darted around to observe my surroundings. It turned out that I was in a theatre of sorts. Burgundy red curtains lined the sides of the walls, outcropping the opera box far above anything else. The paint itself looked as if they were peeling, owing to some degree of dilapidation. Even the floorboards I knelt on were a bit soft from the eventual rotting.

In the audience, there was a smattering of people all across the chairs, no more than 20 attendants. Some were grouped together, but most sat alone and far from the others. An odd thing about the people though, would be the crazy assortment of their figures! The majority of the audience had absolutely stacked bodies that would easily belong to a pornstar. Even the most waifish form would be a knockout to the rest of the world.

What made things *really* crazy, were the few in the assemblage who were plain HUGE. I could now see that the one with the royal tone from earlier was actually a giant behemoth of a woman. Even as I knelt on the stage about 10 feet above the audience's level, the grey-skinned noble looked *down* at me. Her piercing yellow eyes looked on in contempt, sending me a shiver down my spine. Her gigantic, round breasts almost sat in her lap, easily eclipsing her shoulders and spilling into the miniscule seats next to her. She had undoubtedly crushed the chairs under her from the sheer weight.

Another furniture destroying inhabitant would be found on the opposite side of the busty giantess. A woman with long green-streaked hair stared absently into the ceiling. She wasn't *as* vertically large as the other one, but she made up for it with sheer girth. Despite being about 8 feet from the lip of the stage, her belly firmly mashed into it. The sheer size of her stomach was a shocking sight. I knew you could even fit a full sized person within that humongous orb if I weren't crazy, but my fears were definitely not dismissed upon noticing a small bulge poke from her middle.

Before I could see too much else of the room, I was grabbed by the back of the neck, my head was forcefully put to the floor. I could tell by the rough, cold hand that gripped me that I was not to resist. On the right side however, I could hear heels clacking against the wood.

I wanted to sneak a peek at the incoming sound, but something told me that my captor wouldn't appreciate that, so I held still. Eventually, the clacking came to stop, about 5 feet from me.

"Let me begin by apologizing to you all on this fine evening. I certainly did not intend to interrupt anyone's schedule tonight, but an obvious, pressing matter has found itself consuming our attention." the voice spoke with utter confidence and nobility. Clearly, someone with a lot of power was talking right now.

"As we all know, our Facade is the backbone of all of our unlives, for the intention of preserving it. It is the way we continue to coexist with humankind, as we have for eons. Every one of you in this room knows quite personally how important it is to never betray this set of rules, lest you endanger the entire culture of the Sugens Dominan." What was she talking about? Facade, thousands of years, Sugens? My head was spinning with all of this nonsense.

"Unfortunately, there will always be those who act out of accordance with the needs of the many. You all see this poor fledgling here, sired by a Kindred without permission. On their own, they would likely go haywire and expose our secrets to the rest of the world in an ignorant stupor. It is for this reason, that the penalty for an unbidden siring- is *death*." I felt the stately figure lean into my ear, and whisper with an unconvincing plea,"forgive me, defenseless one."

My hands started to clam immediately, as I could now see a large figure pick up a massive blade, lined up directly with my neck. The dark luster of the sword glimmered as the executioner gripped it tightly, and I layed helpless with my hands and feet bound. The threat of death once again gripped my intensely-beating heart before striking at me.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT! FUCK THAT NOISE!" rang out from the crowd, as a small riot broke out in the audience. I could barely see from the commotion, but a blurry figure in a blue jumpsuit stood up from her chair, inciting other smaller figures to join in the opposition.

Whispers began to pick up, quickly approaching a cacophony of noises of all manners and origins. I became even more confused and scared as the congregation almost started to devolve into full-blown discordance.

Then, a loud "Wait." sounded from next to me, clearly coming from the noble figure from earlier. "If Ms. Alcantara would let me finish, death *would* be the normal punishment for a transgression such as this, but I find it in my heart to give mercy to such an unfortunate soul. Our situation may call for a more creative approach." The woman gave a great exhale.

"The childe will be given a chance to live, along with guidance to help them transition into this new state of existence. If no one proposes any objections, then this meeting shall be adjourned." She waited for a few seconds, "That will be all. May the Fecuntae shroud our nights in prosperity." Then I heard her heels clack away into the backstage.

Although that menacing, ebony blade had been stowed away, my shaky breath still echoed into the theatre. I had experienced way too many dances with death tonight, but I still feel that I'm not out of the woods yet.

Suddenly, the wooden stake lodged in my chest was forcefully yanked out. I took an involuntary deep breath of relief before being hoisted to my feet by the pit of my shoulder. I looked to the hand that lifted me, noting a thick arm hugged by a black trench coat. When I looked at their face, I saw nothing but a plastic, nearly featureless mask.

"You're going to come see Dubois, hurry up." Was all I could make out from a deeper muffled voice before basically getting dragged backstage. They moved with efficiency, almost like a machine. I had almost tripped up a couple times from the speed at which they were power-walking. Clearly, someone's time was being wasted.

After a couple minutes, I saw who this Dubois person likely was. Pale skin and dressed in full Prada, including the 6 inch or so stilettos. I looked up to see her hair with a desaturated tone of blonde done up in a high ponytail. The knot must've been extremely tight, judging from the lack of volume from the base of her hair. I was shoved in front of her by my 'escort', almost falling at her feet.

"Hey, uh, can you or at least someone tell me what the fuck is going on here? Nobody has even tried to tell me about what freaky shi-" Dubois held up her hand, and a red streak of liquid shot directly to my throat. I suddenly found myself without the air to speak, like somebody pressed the mute button on me.

"To survive in this world, you must prove your worthiness to stay in it. I may not know who you were before, but the only thing that matters, is what you do *now*. There are those who threaten our secrecy even more than you may have. Your task is to disrupt the congregation of this troublesome faction in the Morelia Nueva area. If you can complete that mission, I will give you the answers you seek. However, you will find that in this life, we *earn* our answers before we *give* them."

Even though the constrictive force of her magic(?) pinched at my throat painfully, I was more irritated by every british-spoken syllable that was coming out of that bitch's mouth. Once she had seen me writhe around in the dilapidated hallway enough, the binding was lifted from my neck as she walked away.

"By the way, if it wasn't clear enough to you yet, understand your place. The Fecuntae does not take kindly to those who hold wanton disregard for authority." Both her and the bodyguard then stood at the door to the outside as they disappeared into the darkness.

I walked to the back door just to see where they went, but they'd disappeared without a trace. With a muffled curse, I walked outside to get some bearing on where I was. A dark back alley, lit up by the dim moonlight. I could hear sounds of dogs barking in the background, but it still felt awfully quiet around me. The floor was littered with all sorts of bags and trash. I could note burger wrappers and a random Lactomax ad on the ground, but the general theme was undesirable pockets of garbage huddled in corners. For some reason, there were oddly specific scents in some of the piles, like discarded jelly containers or bags of long-dried grass cut from a lawn. As I walked to find a spot that wasn't plastered with junk, I passed a darker alcove in the corridor. "Hey, pretty shitty night for you, huh?"

I turned to face the voice, and saw a woman standing under a yellow light attached to the theatre. I approached cautiously, partially out of curiosity. "Yeah, I would definitely say so, but how would you know all that?" I questioned back.

As I got closer, I could note more about her. Golden blonde hair, flowing down to the middle of her back. She had breasts about the size and shape of volleyballs, denoting an implanted appearance. Her smile shone brightly like a bimbo, but her eyes had a look too sharp to consider her vapid. She wore a crop top that exposed her soft midriff, adorned with a large diamond belly piercing. Her waist was clad in ripped jean shorts going halfway down her thighs that bulged like toasted marshmallows through the holes. She lifted both breasts up in her palms, and retorted "judging from these puppies, I bet you're just *praying* that I'm the 'typa girl that waits for horny ol' guys to pick them up in a random alleyway?

I looked her up and down again, but I noticed something about her face again. Those eyes *were* quite familiar. They weren't the exact same, but I could see similarities from her, Dubois, the bodyguard, and 'Violet'. It's like a small part of my brain was scratching itself as I connected the dots. "You're... one of them, aren't you?"

Her expression turned into a cheeky smile, grinning quite brightly. "Ding, ding ding, right on the money! But I don't know why you're saying it like that, you're one of us too, ya'know?"

"I mean, yeah, but nobody's bothering to tell me what's going on, so what the fuck am I *really* supposed to feel like?" Being indoctrinated into the "club" and being given random responsibilities without an explanation was really driving me up the fucking wall.

"Oh, wow. You must be SUPER green then. Then like, how much do you even know about this stuff?"

"Not a damn thing."

"Damn, well I guess I could start out with what we really *are*. Name's Jacquie by the way, or you can just call me Jacq." The valley girl leaned up against the wall before continuing. "So, none of us really know for sure what the hell we come from, but somebody along the way came up with names for us. A few stuck, others didn't, but the smarty pants one is "Sugens Dominan", ya prolly heard it during Dubois' fuckass speech."

"Yeah, right before she was about to chop my head off."

"Total bullshit, I'm right with you there sister. Let's forget about politics for now though, yeah? Anyways, what you'll probably hear everyone else say though is Kindred, basically in the way that we *all* share this curse, no matter how much of an asshole that exposes us as." I thought for a bit, before agreeing. Everyone I've met this night has been at least a *little* bit of an asshole, besides Jacquie so far.

"So, you're prolly thinking 'what the hell makes *me* so damn special?' I'm getting there, but the answer is basically A LOT. For one, you're basically a vampire now."

"You mean, 'bleh, bleh bleh!' and the sucking blood and all that stuff?" I was quite confused by her comment that she made, further worried by her sudden lack of whimsy.

"Eeh, I haven't described it all that well yet, but that's kinda what it equals out to. Like for one, no more sun for you, comes with the whole 'undead' package. It's not gonna kill you instantly, but without some real protection, you WILL be burnt to a fuckin' crisp." She then made a descriptive sizzling sound with her mouth.

"Second, I doubt that you've noticed it yet, but don't you feel that?" She pointed to my midsection.

"Feel wha- urghhh..." It hit me hard, like way hard. The sensation of my stomach twisting itself into a knot, causing a solid sense of pain before fading away.

"Yeah, that. Congratulations, you've just had your first Hunger Pang. Unless you do something to sate that, it's only gonna keep getting worse."

I was still recovering from the sharp pain, doubled over. "And what... ahh, exactly do I do about that?"

"Well, you do what we're best at, suckin'~. But I'm not talking about blood or anything like that. Us Kindred thrive on the sexual~ fluids, so you've gotta do a different sort of sucking, tee hee~"

I had to just stare at her for a moment. "...What the fuck? You're joking, right? Tch, You had me going at the 'creature of the night' bit, but this is obviously some random ploy to get me to suck off a random hobo or something." I was appalled and disgusted at the thought of getting fooled into that situation.

While I expected Jacq to admit her mischievous trick, she instead erupted into uproarious laughter, bowling over on the ground and smacking with her fist from the hysteria. This continued for a good minute, and even when I thought she was recovering from her fit, she continued on for even longer. After a while, she finally picked herself up and took a deep breath.

"Whewww, you're a fuckin' riot, you know that? Truuust me, nobody I know has had to suck off a homeless dude unless they wanted to or the situation was *real* dire. Plus, there's always breast milk too, so if you don't swing that way(yet), there's options. Heh heh, but uhhh yeah- I'd get used to getting a little personal~ with randos from now on. At least you've got the treats to compete, right?" Jacquie quipped with a wink.

"What do you mean by that? I'm definitely not a looker or anything. I have no charisma at all either, so why are you sayin-" Jacquie put a finger to my lip silencing me. Then she directed me to the largely unbroken wall mirror sat upon a couple trash bags, allowing me to peer upon an unexpected sight.

The moment right after I sucked that "essence" or whatever from Violet, it came back to me. I knew I felt something get really weird with my body for a moment, but I never had a chance to really observe it until now. "The hell... do- do I look like a chick?" I looked back to see a clearly feminine figure staring back at me with newfound amethyst-colored eyes. Disheveled, brown-black hair cluttered around my face, drooping down to my shoulders. As I swept some of it away from my nose, I also noticed how much smoother my skin was now, impressed by the texture.

As I looked further down, small but cute and perky breasts sat in my black sweater. I had a small, tight waist which rounded to some very womanly hips on my otherwise juvenile assets. It really complemented the black jeans I was wearing(did someone give me new clothes?) Although, there was an oddly familiar bulge around the crotch area.

Uncaring of my captive audience, I pulled open the waistband, just to see my old member still attached to my groin. Wait, it even looked a little bigger than usual, too...

"Oh shit! You kept yours? I had you pinned for a Toorawhoor, but that's definitely not common for those guys."

Yet another random term I knew nothing about. I gave her a look of irritated confusion.

"OHHHHH, I'm such a ditz! There's no way you know about clans n' shit, so I've gotta do another crash course for that." Jacq turned to face me fully before going on her rant.

"Not all Kindred are the same. Like, there can be some huge differences between any two of us, and a lot of that separation happens at the clan level. Think of 'em like bloodlines, because you're probably gonna be in the same clan as your sire. What makes them important is that it kinda determines your new body and your role in our whole society, but that's not a hard rule or anything. For example, *I'm* a Woojah, that basically makes it so that I'm just 'naturally' more forceful than other clans, like normal humans see me as an "alpha" or something. I'm strong as shit too so that helps." she says with a smile, curling her arm into a flexing pose. It wasn't super huge or thick, but I could tell she wasn't doing it for total show.

"I was born a woman, so I obvi didn't start out with my own dick, but once you get strong enough as a Kindred, weird shit starts happening to your body, like thiisssss!" With a quick motion, Jacquie exposed a supremely thick shaft of her own, traveling a fair distance down her thigh. It was veinier than a bodybuilder's forearm, and the sheer thickness would've rivaled the average man's bicep. My mouth gaped in shock for a while, but eventually I snapped out of my daze.

"Tee hee! Wasn't expecting that one, weren't cha? Grew that little guy after a vacation in 'Nam! But yeah, even though you probably started out as a guy, most Kindred lose their dicks at the initial transformation. Unless they're Bestat or Woojahs, but you look too scrawny and smell too good to be either of those." I wasn't sure to be mostly offended by the first comment, be complemented by the second, or just be both.

"Thing is, I'm not 'totally' sure what you really are though. Ah well, I'm sure it'll pop up eventually. For now though, just be on the lookout for what makes you 'special'. Then you get to the real fun stuff!"

As Jacquie continued on her bubbly rant, another pang made its presence known in my stomach. My face scrunched involuntarily as my guts screamed out. "Sheesh, that Hunger is no joke. We gotta get you fixed up fast. C'mon, there's a spot I know not too far from here." Considering that Jacquie held the key for me to stop being so damn hungry, I followed without hesitation.

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It was only a couple blocks before we came upon an unassuming alleyway, parallel to a rundown parking complex. The fluorescent lighting shining throughout the inside only added to its dreary ambience.

"Alright, right over here. I usually have great luck on the third floor, nice and lonely pickings up there. Check this!" Jacquie squatted down, bending her knees and sticking in her half-squat position. With a twist of her foot, she gained a solid stance, then shot up an easy 20 feet into the air! I stepped back out of panic, before seeing her mount the railing on the third floor like it was second nature to her.

"Hey, you should see if you can do that! Might help me figure out a little more about you!" Jacquie whisper-shouted. I was curious about what else might be new about my peculiar body, but I definitely doubted the ability to leap stories in a single bound.

After taking a deep breath, I tried to copy Jacquie's movements. My feet spread in a wide stance, firm and planted to the ground. I psyched myself up a bit, before exploding with all my might into the air. To my surprise, I could feel a sudden rush of air hit me. I must've jumped pretty damn far!