“This one.” You sigh in preparation for the mocking jabs about to come your way. Contradictory to your expectation, the bat doesn’t utter a word. You hear only a *humph* and after a single blink, you find that your surroundings have changed.
A faint chemical tang stings the air, somewhere between ozone and antiseptic. Blinking, you try to lift your head, but a harness secures your shoulders to a padded recliner—one that seems custom-fitted to you.
Then, a soft glow from overhead flickers to life, illuminating cramped walls of smooth alloy. Panels and displays with an unfamiliar language on them are suspended between you and a contoured canopy that arcs over your seat.
You are inside… a space-craft!
You unbuckle your harness, as if it were second nature to you and maybe it is in this ‘world’, with the intent to move around and explore.
When you move to sit up from your chair however, you realize that tied to your hand is a thin golden chain that leads all the way to the back of the ship.
Curiously, you insert some commands to the ship’s terminal and gain access to the rear cameras and their feed leaves you shocked.
Scantily dressed and floating in the endless expanse of space, you see the vampire bat, grown to an unfathomable size and thankfully deep in sleep. At least for the moment.
You try to follow the direction of the chain and although it seems to disappear due to the great distance, you can safely say that it leads to the chastity cage on the bat’s crotch.
You try and take in what you are seeing but it just seems impossible.
Limbs and membranous wings stretch across light-years of space. His fur shifts with faint glimmers of star clusters, whole constellations studding his colossal hide. His maw, slack with slumber, hangs open just enough to reveal rows of sharp teeth that glow faintly in the reflected starlight and a floating pool of saliva that seems to have trapped and drowned several solar systems inside.
Interrupting your existential dread, your ship picks up a transmission from another ship approaching yours at high velocity from a false blindspot in an attempt to ambush you.
“There is the tyrant’s toy. Men, prepare to capture him! He’ll suffer for all the deaths he’s caused for all the planet’s that had to suffer!… Open fire!”
A series of muffled explosions can be heard all around as beams of light are shot in the direction of your vessel only to be stopped by a translucent energy field.
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