What's up guys! Thank you for looking up this new story o' mine. You know, I have absolutely fallen in love with Villanos. The fact that it's a Mexican Animated show, made by a Mexican studio and Mexican cast, by a Mexican creator...well you get the picture. I absolutely love this series. Especially being Mexican-American you guys. Anywho, for those of you who follow me and don't know what this is about, I suggest you look up the shorts in English on youtube, they're hella hilarious. Hellarious if you will.
As for those of you who have been a part of the fandom (like me) I hope you enjoy this story. I don't really know what to make much out of this story before the series inevitably comes out. So I guess all I can ask is that you guys open your minds to a higher suspension of disbelief with characters we know very little of. Without further ado, let's go.
Warning. This has a very dark beginning...so heads up.
She got him. She finally got him. Even if he wasn't there with her that morning, the night prior was all that mattered to her. She could still feel his claws stab into her thighs, the force of his exotic member breaking into her deepest of places, his dagger-like teeth biting onto the fullness of her entire breasts.
The funny thing was...she couldn't remember wanting it. Which was strange, because she'd definitely know if she'd have wanted it. Better yet, she knew she wanted it. So why exactly did something feel terrible? A small part of her kept questioning this and she didn't like it. She tried to get up, but her wounds haven't healed yet. Maybe it had something to do with his corrosive seed and poisonous saliva that was all over the place before she blacked out.
She decided to remain still for a while longer in bed, not that she'd have any other choice, she was currently completely still.
"Hehe...como la huera de Kill Bill." She giggled to herself and focused on moving her big toes. "How...did it exactly happen?" She tried to recollect her memories from the night before, but was coming up blank. She figured it must have been due to a successful date that not doubt ended as romantically as possible.
"No...I don't remember making any reservations. Come on...think!" She whispered loudly. "Maybe Flug finally married us and last night was our Luna de Miel..." She purred at the idea. She turned to look at her hands. "Which hand does the ring go on?" She wondered, which was pointless and she had it in neither. "Oh." She deadpanned, also noticing that although she was nearly nude, pieces of her clothes still clung to her body wherever Black Hat hadn't ripped it.
"I could always get another one..." She said. She smiled as she noticed all the blood and eviscerated chunks of flesh and organs that were around her. She laughed it off. "Talk about rearranging my guts." She said to herself and continued to laugh. Her laughter suddenly began to get louder and louder. More hysterical with each passing moment until they eventually became sobs and her vision became blurred through new tears.
"Que chingados paso!" She yelled, her voice echoing throughout the empty bedroom. "Think!" She yelled.
It must have started a couple days ago. She knew something was up with Black Hat, but whenever she tried to find out about it, he'd scold her or throw her out of the room. But she could feel that he wanted her somehow. She knew he always wanted her, even if he said no, but recently, she could actually feel him wanting her for some reason. She'd go off from there.
One Day Earlier, in the airplane lab.
"Well?" Black Hat looked at the theoretical mumbo jumbo that was Flug's notes on the board. "Will it work, or not?" He frowned.
"Well...you see, sir...I'm not exactly sure...we should." The scientist squeaked as a glass cylinder was thrown above him.
"What in blazes am I paying you for, Flug?!" The ungodly boss screeched. "Explain!" He demanded.
Black Hat had been wanting to have an offspring of his own since he could develop conscious thought. Technically, he already had one in the Bear, but he was no true seed of his. Perhaps genetically, but by no means as far as personality, attitude, or outlook. It was a failed test tube experiment that just happened to create a competent idiot creation. Flug took mercy on the creature and raised it as his own. Not that it mattered, Black Hat still tried to kill the poor thing several times. But just like him, it proved to be un-killable.
Which left him another option. Perhaps a birth of some sort. He'd have to conceive with a creature that was similar to him in some way. Obviously he had no idea where in the finite universe he could find another being like himself, but he knew that it'd be a waste. When he arrived on Earth, he knew, somehow, that it would be the planet in which his true legacy would start. After failing having done it to other planets of course.
"Sir, we already altered her genetic makeup as dangerously as possible, if anything is close to inheriting your...*ahem* essence on this planet, its her." Flug said. "She's the only vessel that I can think of that can carry your primogeniture." He said quickly.
"So then what is this about whether we should or shouldn't?!" Black Hat grabbed the doctor by his neck. "We've done the modifications for over six years! We gave her regeneration, we gave her inhuman durability, we altered her mind in a way that the process wouldn't drive her insane like any other person! So what's stopping us?!" Black Hat boomed.
Black Hat wanted everything to be perfect, it was part of the reason why he hasn't forced himself onto her at all. He wanted her to be as perfect a vessel as possible, the thought that she wasn't ready for it was repugnant to him, which is why even when she came on to him, he'd always find a way to settle her down. Whether it was through a calm 'no', or if he had to get violent with physical force, he could get her to stop.
But lately, there has been something irresistible about her. He was sure that her pheromones had been emitting in waves that he struggled to hold back. He could taste them on his forked tongue whenever she passed by. It was ironic, because even when she wasn't trying to seduce him, he'd find himself thinking about mounting her.
"Sir...I just don't think that what you have in mind is what will come out of her if you impregnate her!" And then Flug did something he never thought he'd do, he forcibly removed his master's hands from around his throat. Falling down on the floor, he looked up at the eldritch horror. "Jefe...I've done all the changes needed for her, but I just don't think it'll go according to plan." He reasoned. "We already field tested her, nothing natural on this earth can kill her, she can kill any living creature, superpowered or otherwise, her corrupted mind is made in a way that keeps her functional, but not capable of reason...She's isn't chaos personified like you sir...she's destruction mutated." The paper-bag wearing man admitted. "Whatever comes out of her will be half you and her. Nothing exactly like you...its not an ethical problem for me sir, its a matter of what could happen." Flug expressed his feelings about, until the jefazo struck the poor man with a back-hand.
"You stupid irrational creature." Black Hat said lowly. "I did not hire you to educate me, I hired you to do as you're told. Be glad I haven't just decided to disintegrate you." Black Hat said as he adjusted his tie.
Demencia had just come back from an assignment. She was sweating, bleeding, tired, but forced herself to get back home where she just wanted to lay down in her bed. It had taken a lot out of her. Most of her clothes were ripped and she was cut in different areas of her body. She figured she'd go to her room to get ready and change before going to see her love of loves. She wanted to look better than she did now. Just for him. The thought alone making her eager to please him. Releasing the subtlest of mating pheromones that spike Black Hat's interest all the way in the lab.
Black Hat's forked tongue could taste the aroma of his battle-hardened experimental mate. He gave a hideously suave smirk and began to undo his just made tie and throw it at the doctor, who was still reeling from the minor assault from his superior.
"Get ready to tend to her tomorrow Flug. I'm going to take what is rightfully mine for the taking." He said as he walked out.
Demencia had just hopped out the shower, and put on some clean clothes of her everyday attire. She was drying off her hair, until she heard the door open and saw her boss' dark silhouette in the doorway. Not Black Hat himself, but an actual shadow where she could not make out his usual features. No monocle, no teeth, nothing. Just a mass of the emptiest abyss' looking directly at her.
Fuck...
The mass of darkness suddenly shot out an array of tentacles, claws, teeth, bristles, spikes and incomprehensible solids that she could never in a million years name. All of them surrounded her and pinned her form down aggressively.
"Por fin..." She moaned, ignoring the pain, her mind not being able to comprehend it completely. "Took you long enough, Bon Bon." She said sweetly. Black Hat, upon on hearing her words of pleasure felt himself become slightly sickened. There was only one true way for a vile being for himself to enjoy such a trivial intimate activity. Beings so despicable and despised as himself could only really commit such an act and smile the whole way through.
Reaching a materialized thumb over her forehead, he gave her the gift of knowledge...and watched her try to comprehend the horrors she was being assaulted with. For a moment, Demencia was gone, and in place someone else was in this mind. Someone...original. As if the previous owner of this mentality resurfaced to take the brunt of this eldritch horror's assault.
"Qu-que..?" She called out in horror. "Leave me alone...Stop!" She cried out as it began. Unfortunately for her, this would not be something that she'd forget, whatever last pieces of sane humanity she had were now being taken over by this new memory of the forced love of her life taking her. And Black Hat was drooling at such an atrocity he was committing.
"Oh...so that's what happened..?" She finally remembered. "Hehe." She let out a soft giggle, her demented mind finding its ignorantly blissful craziness again, allowing her to cope with it unnaturally. "We finally made love." She smiled.
It was then at that moment, that the door to her room opened and in walked Flug and 505 with cleaning equipment.
"Hey guys." Demencia smiled, still unable to move. "Guess what?"