To The Rescue
To The Rescue
by Umuntu
[Ngonyama, Kentó, Crescendo © 2010 by Umuntu]
{Distorter © 2009 by Kuntos}
Windows shattered into a million pieces, sending shards of glass onto the busy road far below. People's screaming followed. Purple eyes shot up to see what was happening. "A hero's work is never done," someone said. A half smoked cigarette fell on the ground and a white foot stepped on it, putting it out.
When glass breaks, there is no doubt that you will find pieces everywhere. Distorter the weasel brushed bits of glass from his light brown pelt and pulled some out where they got caught between his orange cape and neck. His ears were still ringing from the explosion. He didn't even know how wound up behind a toppled over desk. Maybe it was just his natural instinct to take cover in a crisis situation. The high-pitched noise in his ears made it hard to concentrate. He was still wondering what happened. Distorter remembered waiting to speak to the manager of a big bank. He saved the manager's daughter a few days ago and this was the typical 'thank you' speech he was waiting for. The last thing he remembered before the explosion was the high-pitched voice of an opera singer.
Distorter's hearing returned to a mumble of voices first, until it became clear. The opera singer was still singing a rendition of Pacé Pacé Dio Mio by Verdi. Another voice...
"Bravo! Bravo! What an explosive intro," the voice said.
That posh British accent was very familiar to Distorter. He quickly looked over the table and saw a short-hair calico cat. He was wearing white skin tight costume. A black symbol of a pitching fork decorated his chest. A black opera masquerade mask hid his true identity. The weasel knew this cat very well. He ducked down behind the desk again and tried to assess the situation.
"Now the build will come until the Crescendo," the cat announced loudly. Hands clapped together. There was a smaller bang than earlier, but it was enough to send desks and chairs flying all over the place.
Distorter didn't have a big fancy towards the villain known only as Crescendo. He had the ability of using any kind of sound wave. He could form the sound waves and use them as forceful weapons. The louder the sound, the more powerful the attack and of course the pitch also played a big factor in the lethality of the attack.
"Now kind people, I advise you not to move or speak during the intermezzo," Crescendo announced.
The music continued to play in the background and no one spoke, afraid that they might be attacked by this maniac. Distorter quickly sneaked a glance over the table with his pale teal eyes. The guards were out cold and Crescendo was busy placing numerous cherry bombs on the big safe in the background.
"Cherry bombs?" Distorter thought to himself, "what kind of idiot would attempt to use cherry bombs to blow open a safe?" Then it occurred to him that the loud cracking sound of those fireworks combined with Crescendo's power would be able to rip the safe door off its hinges. He had to stop this madness. The heroic weasel focused his telepathic abilities on the villain.
"Intermezzo is over," Crescendo said after he was done placing the cherry bombs. He lit a match, "the curtain will come up right into the big finale." He lit the fuse that connected all the cherry bombs together. Crescendo took a few steps back. All the fireworks loudly exploded simultaneously, but nothing happened. The cat looked at his hands and he was clearly confused. "That should've worked," Crescendo said and wondered what happened to his powers. Then he knew immediately. "Could it be that Mr. Distorter has come to my play?" This wasn't the first time that the weasel took away his powers. The last time it happened, it ended in Crescendo being caught. "Come on out."
Distorter walked out from behind the desk and brushed some glass and wood splinters off his blue outfit. It felt good standing again after hiding so long behind the desk. "Cherry bombs?" the weasel said, "Really?!"
"Well they are a lot cheaper than C-4 dear sir," Crescendo replied, cleaning some dirt from underneath his nails, "and a lot easier to find."
"I will tell you what will not be easy," Distorter replied, "escaping from jail again."
"And who says I will be returning to jail this time?" Crescendo smiled and snapped his fingers. Five people dressed completely in black with ski-masks over their faces appeared. They were all armed with automatic weapons.
"Oh come on...henchmen?" Distorter blurted in disbelief.
"Darling, I'm a villain," Crescendo said, "clichés are my forte. Kill him!"
"Oh shit," the weasel swore and dove into cover as the bullets started to fly.
Distorter was under a lot of pressure, especially with the bullets breaking through the walls and tables. The risk of being wounded was extremely high, yet he knew he couldn't release his power over Crescendo, because that would mean certain death. He felt a sudden very sharp pain in his right shoulder. Distorter grabbed his shoulder and held it for a few seconds. He looked at his hand and saw blood. He couldn't believe that he got shot. The pain was making it hard for him to concentrate and keep his power on Crescendo.
Suddenly the guns stopped firing. Distorter wondered what was happening. He took a risky peak out of his cover and saw the henchmen just standing there, doing nothing. Crescendo was nowhere to be seen, perhaps he was hiding as well. What could this possibly mean? The answer came before he could think any further. He heard the cock of an automatic weapon. The weasel looked to his left and saw one of the henchmen, not more than twenty feet away. Distorter couldn't believe that he was successfully flanked.
"Say 'nighty night'," the armed henchmen said.
Distorter closed his eyes and the automatic rifle fired. He expected pain, but didn't feel a thing, except the searing burn on his shoulder. The gun stopped firing. The weasel thought he was dead, but he could still hear his fast beating heart, which seemed to have jumped up into his throat. He opened his eyes and saw multiple bullets levitating in front of his face. The bullets floated away from him and into the hands of what looked like a white lion. It was hard to distinguish that he was white, because of the black skin tight outfit he was wearing, with the black cape. The only thing that gave away the colour of this lion was his exposed lower jaw that wasn't hidden behind the black mask. Long braided silver hair hung over the cape.
"Nighty night," the lion said. He threw the bullets back at the henchmen with such a strong force that it killed him instantly. He quickly looked towards the hiding weasel. "Stay there," the white lion said and jumped over the table.
Distorter heard a lot of shouts and gunfire. "What is going out there?" the weasel hear Crescendo shout out. "Is that weasel dead yet?"
"Sir we have a problem," one of the henchmen called out under all the gun fire. "Kentó is here."
"As if this day couldn't get any worse," Crescendo yelled out.
Kentó? Distorter heard of that hero before. He had a very strong telekinetic power, which explained how he could hurl those bullets at such a deadly speed. He had to see what was happening. The weasel snuck a look out of his cover. His was amazed how smoothly Kentó moved. There was a faint glow around his body and then Distorter recalled in an interview that Kentó spoke about how he could protect himself with a kinetic barrier against bullets. The weasel assumed that that was the glow around the lion's body, because with all the guns firing at him, not a single shot touched him. He watched on as Kentó successfully disarmed and knocked out three other henchmen.
Distorter ground his teeth. The pain in his shoulder was getting worse. He sat back down and breathed deeply. He wondered how bad the wound was. He didn't have the courage to look. How ironic, him being a courageous hero, yet he was afraid of a bullet in his shoulder. He got an even bigger fright when Kentó jumped over the table and dropped into cover next to him.
"Man, those guys are really pissed off," Kentó smiled and breathed loudly. "How is your arm?"
"It's seen better days," Distorter replied, but then he noticed that the lion looked extremely fatigued, "you seem exhausted."
"It's my powers," Kentó said, "they are extremely mentally draining, especially when I have to hold off such a large rain of bullets. Although there is only one guy left, plus Crescendo, I don't know if I can withstand another burst of gunfire."
"At the moment, Crescendo has no power," Distorter said, "thanks to me of course."
"That does help," the white lion said, "I have enough power to hurl objects at them, but not enough for my kinetic barrier, I'll be a sitting duck for the bullets."
"I have a risky idea," Distorter said, "I can set up a mind-link between me and you. It will boost your power..."
"But?" Kentó asked. There is always a catch.
"It means that Crescendo will get his power back," the weasel explained, "but if we are lucky, he won't notice that his powers has returned."
"We don't have a choice," the lion said, "let's do this."
"Why is it so difficult just to take out one guy?" Crescendo asked his only remaining henchman.
"Well boss, da bullets ain't getting through," the henchman replied.
"That is no excuse for your ghastly performance in the art of killing," Crescendo replied, "and you call yourself a professional. Your skill in using a gun is about as good as your mastery of the English language."
"Uuuh," was all that the henchman could say.
"My point exactly," Crescendo commented. "I grow tired of this debacle of a bank robbery. Just use a grenade."
"How do you feel?" Distorter asked Kentó.
"I feeling awesome," Kentó replied. "My powers are just about on maximum again."
A metal clang distracted them. They looked down simultaneously and saw a grenade lying at their feet. Kentó reacted immediately and grabbed a hold of the weasel. He then formed the strongest kinetic barrier he could produce around them. The grenade exploded with a thunderous force that sent both the heroes flying. Kentó's barrier was broken in the blast, and it left him half dazed, with ringing ears, on the floor. "See if they are dead," he heard a muffled voice. He heard the crunching of glass under shoe as someone came closer. Kentó looked around at his options. All he could see was the broken glass on the floor. He used his power on the shards and waited. The footsteps came closer and closer.
"Still alive huh?" he heard the henchman say.
When Kentó heard the gun cock he opened his purple eyes and focused on the masked assailant. His telekinetic forced multiple shards of glass into the henchman's face, neck and chest. He fell dead to the ground.
Kentó quickly got to his feet to see if Distorter was alright. He found the weasel a few feet away. Except from the shoulder injury, he seemed alright, just knocked unconscious. Kentó was not a happy lion. First, his smoke break was interrupted by the earlier explosion. Then people were shooting at him and he was forced to kill two people. Now a fellow hero almost died. He had enough of this. Kentó got up and walked out to face Crescendo.
"Oh dear lord," the villainous cat rubbed his temples. "Won't you just..." A big desk hit Crescendo from the side before he could finish his sentence, knocking him down and out.
"Dying isn't in my forte," Kentó said. He revived the guards so that they could take control of situation. He returned to Distorter. He threw him over his shoulder and flew out the broken window.
Distorter woke up in a strange room and in a soft bed. The room was dimly lit with the lights set on low. The wound on his shoulder was neatly dressed. He quickly noticed the bandages were the only bit of clothing he was wearing. He was relieved that a blue blanket was at least covering him. Distorter saw pictures of multiple European metal bands on the wall. There was a big South African flag hanging on the wall next to the bathroom.
"Ah, you are finally awake," Kentó said, sitting at a chair in the one corner of the room. He had a book in his hand and cigarette in the other one.
"What happened to Crescendo?" Distorter sat up.
"Let's just say there was no curtain call for him this time," Kentó smiled. He took one last puff on his cigarette and put it out.
"You saved my life," Distorter said, "I'm in your debt."
"No, you saved our lives," Kentó corrected him, "If it wasn't for you helping me to restore my power, then we both would've died. So I'm in your debt. If there is anything you ever want, just name it and I will do my best to comply." There was a short silence. "You must be thirsty, let me get you something to drink." His got up and disappeared out of the room, with his cape fluttering behind him.
Distorter shoulder was still a little bit tender, not as sore as it was earlier the day. He sat up and looked at the bandages and poked at it. He a got a slight startle when the lights in the room became brighter.
"You are very lucky," Kentó said when he entered the room holding two tall glasses, "The bullet only grazed your arm." He sat down on the bed next to the weasel and handed him the glass. "Here, drink this."
Distorter had to admit he was very thirsty. He took the glass and drank deeply without even wondering what was in the glass. It was fruit juice. There was a definite taste of apple, blueberry and raspberry in it. It was good...very good. "This is one of my favourite drinks," the weasel confessed.
"Yes, I know," Kentó replied with a smile and drank some of his own juice.
"How do you know?" Distorter asked.
Kentó put his glass on the bed stand. "This is how," he said and removed his mask. His long silver bangs fell over his soft white face.
Distorter immediately recognized this lion. It was the same white lion he bought his fruit juices from at his favourite juice store. Every morning he would go into the store and this lion would serve him. Distorter recalled his name being Ngonyama from the nametag he wore. The weasel also remembered the real reason why he always returned to that store. It wasn't really that the store was his favourite. The truth was that he had a little crush on this very adorably handsome feline and every morning he would get lost in those purple eyes. "Your Ngonyama," Distorter said, "you work at the Fruit Hut."
"That's right sir," Ngonyama said with his South African accent, "and I believe that you are stalking me."
At first the weasel was shocked into silence, but then he finally managed to say. "I'm not stalking you," he was embarrassed, because Distorter's statement was not entirely accurate.
"You have been coming in to the Fruit Hut for the past two months straight," Ngonyama got up and crossed his arms, "I don't think anyone can enjoy our shitty recipes that much."
"Well uhmm...uhmm," Distorter tried to think of a reply which would not make him look so guilty, so then he decided the best was to change the topic. "Well at least I didn't undress you, unlike you did with me."
"At least I'm admitting my guilt," Ngonyama replied coolly, "and I did rather enjoy that part."
"You know what would be more enjoyable?" Distorter said. He used his super powers and projected a thought into the unsuspecting lion's mind.
"That would definitely be enjoyable," Ngonyama replied with a lustful smile. He removed his cloak with a big whooshing motion and threw it over the weasel. "Well I am going to take a shower and instead of undressing me with your eyes, come and do it yourself." The white lion walked into the bath room, whipping his tail around.
Distorter quickly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, his pink manhood already poking a little bit out of his sheath.
Ngonyama already turned the shower on when Distorter entered the bathroom. He turned and saw the naked weasel staring at him. This was the first time the lion actually got a good look at Distorter. His athletic body was mostly covered with a soft brown fur, but the part that stood out the most was his cream coloured fur that ran from the bottom of his face, down his chest to his groin area. He looked very fit by the light muscle built he had over his entire body.
"Let's get you out of those tights and into something more hot," Distorter said.
"Yeah, like the shower," Ngonyama joked.
Distorter face-palmed himself and shook his head. "You silly lion," he smiled. He approached Ngonyama and helped him take off the black top of his costume. The weasel was amazed on how perfectly snow white the lion's fur was all over. He almost wanted to start drooling when he saw the perfect six pack on the lion's body. Distorter was about to work on Ngonyama's pants, but the lion stopped him.
"Oh no, you are just going to stand and watch," Ngonyama said. He then turned around and proceeded to take off his pants, bending down in the process so that the weasel can have a good look at his rump. He kicked the pants away and entered the overly large shower. He motioned the weasel to join him.
It has been a while since Distorter has been teased this much and his half-erect man meat clearly showed it. He quickly made his way in to the shower. The warm water soothed his aching muscles from the day's action. He didn't even feel any pain when he saw the wet lion through the warm fog. He couldn't help but stare at the water that flowed over Ngonyama's pectorals down his abs and over his impressive half erect package. It made Distorter's own meat become fully erect.
The white lion smiled at the weasel before going down on his knees. "This is to say thank you for saving our lives," Ngonyama said. He started by licking the hero's balls. The lion took one of the balls into his mouth and softly sucked it. When that was over he kissed the tip of the weasel's six inch cock and then took it into his mouth. He rolled his lips over his sharp teeth just to be safe before he happily started suckling it. Ngonyama's secret weapon was his tongue, which learned no man, or woman could resist.
And resist Distorter could not. He was already lost in ecstasy as the while lion was working his magic. The bobbing motion combined with the incredible tongue work made the weasel pant for more. Just before he thought he couldn't be teased more, he felt Ngonyama's hands massage his ass cheeks. It wasn't long before he felt two fingers brush over his tailhole. The weasel took a hold the lion's head and lightly humped his muzzle. It only took a few thrusts until Distorter couldn't take it anymore.
Hot cum shot into Ngonyama's mouth. It had a very sweet taste to it and he gladly drunk it all. He licked what ever juices remained from the weasel meat before the running water could wash it away. The lion got up to his feet to be greeted by a tender kiss.
Distorter reached down and took a hold of the lion's pounding member. He could feel the slick pre-cum that was already flowing freely from the tip. He rubbed his hand up and down the lion's meat. The barbs at the tip tickled his hand a little bit, but he continued to rub the throbbing hard pink lionhood. Distorter leaned over and nipped Ngonyama's neck. "I believe that we both saved each other's lives today," he whispered in the lion's ear. "And here is my way to say thank you." He turned around, bent slightly forward and put his hands against the shower tiles, lifting his tail with a kind invite.
The white lion smiled and positioned himself behind the weasel. He took a hold of his seven inch pink meat and pressed it against Distorter's tight tailhole. He firmly penetrated and plunged his manhood in deeply, to which he got a satisfactory grunt from the receiver. He happily started thrusting at a comfortable pace. He smiled as his member obtained the stimulating attention it craved. Ngonyama reached up and lightly started to knead his claws into Distorter's shoulder blades. Pleasure overwhelmed the lion and his animal side took over, resulting in harder and faster penetration, over and over again. He growled loudly in the weasel's ear.
"Oh you animal," Distorter said lustfully, "do me harder."
The white lion happily obliged and rammed his cock harder into the weasel time and time again. He groaned with pleasure as his climax rose to a soaring high. He nipped at Distorter's neck scruff. Ngonyama roared out loud as he finally pumped his bodily fluids deep into the weasel's cavity.
"Sure you couldn't have been any louder?" Distorter said rubbing his left ear.
"Sorry," the lion gave a sheepish grin and let his lion meat slip out of the weasel's ass.
After they helped each other clean one another in the shower, they retired to the bed. Distorter was lying happily in the Ngonyama's arms. They were warmly snuggled under the hero lion's black cape.
"Oh, that reminds me, where is my super suit?" Distorter asked.
"It was full of blood, I sent it out to be dry-cleaned," Ngonyama replied, "it will be back tomorrow morning."
"So I'm supposed to lie here naked until then?" the weasel said.
"I'm not complaining," the lion nibbled Distorter's ear.
"I knew you wouldn't," Distorter smiled and kissed the lion again. He climbed on top of the lion and sat on his stomach.
"Let's see if the animal wants to break out of the cage again," Ngonyama suggested.
"I'm not complaining," the hero weasel said.
"I knew you wouldn't," the hero lion replied as he pulled him closer...
~The End~