Kio Rangers Assemble! (Nomoewoes)

[MelloMelon]

It was a pleasant, balmy afternoon in the City of Nattikashii, the air fragrant with the gentle, ever-present scent of the apple and cherry blossoms that decorated even the formal streets of the city business district. The bell atop the tower in Nattikashi High School had rung out its several lingering chimes to the absolute delight of its students who made their cheerful ways home, as the pastel blooms fell.

This serene city and its people, with its history and the fond memories, was a delectable banquet for the nefarious forces of darkness that plague the Milky Way and beyond...

And this is why, dear reader, that we begin our tale here.

From the doors of an old trinket and sweet shop came a shaky bundle of boxes upon a set of skinny-jean clad legs as a young worker tried to make a seven trip journey in one.

Struggling with the boxes of miscellaneous treats, pocky, sweets, and souvenir rice cracker tins, the part-timer knocked into a gatchapon machine, tripping over it, and his short life was spread before him in a boring flash of pictures… only to halt abruptly as he found that both he and the convenience goods he held were saved by a helpful hand.

The apron-clad youth looked up past his burdensome mountain of goods, smiling in his gratitude, before a jovial, otherworldly voice came forth like a chorus of applause.

“Hey, watch out bud! You look like you need a HAND-!”

The clerk paled as several shadows, like fearsome spiders, engulfed him (and his boxes!) in their hot, stinging tyranny.

Minutes later, he lay beside the toppled gatchapon machine, his lean ass a mass of pained and frayed nerve endings. Hot tears burned his cheeks, his dyed blond hair a haystack as the gel had melted with whatever efforts he had put into stopping… what, exactly? What had he been doing? He looked around at the damaged cardboard around him, some seeming to have been smashed down by something flat and HUGE, as though Godzilla had come to raise a formal complaint about the pitiful sandwich fillings they offered there at FamilyMart. What had happened here? He looked around, tired and bewildered, rubbing his flaming rump with shaking hands. Did he work here?

What was his name again?

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Clapadon gulped down the several clear and midnight balls of human memory into an invisible maw as he walked the streets on his hands – his MANY hands – so like a giant centipede he was. Oh how he LOVED to make use of these glorious five-fingered parts of his… how he liked to slap, clap, fondle, and squeeze~! These humans were such FUN to play with… to bat around and taunt! He raised one of his many hands and SMACKED it across the helpless bottom of a lovely human woman as he held her tightly to his side, his several free hands running over her fulsome curves in all the right places, playing with her like his own personal toy. Squeezing and caressing, as he whacked away at her plump behind, wriggling in his mighty grasp. Strewn behind him were several bewildered, teary, fearful people, men and women, nursing wounded bums, bodies tingling with the vigorous monster groping session that each had endured… but couldn’t quite remember!

“H-hey! I-Is this my bag? Is this mine??” One pretty young thing asked of what she thought was her friend frantically, waving a brown satchel around. She shook it at the high school girl beside her with the ponytail who was hiccupping as she held her own sore bottom that felt hot and fiery, as though it had been swiftly SPANKED only moments before, but… but couldn’t remember it.

“Oh, oh! It has a name on it!” the first girl pointed excitedly at the label stitching into the inner pocket of the schoolbag, and then stopped, her eyelashes fluttering as she stared into space, “…Who am I, again?”

As she uttered this, another large marble-like orb popped from her head like a bubble, and gravitated to the demon with several arms and hands. The girl’s memories with it.

[nomoewoes]

Alex Johnson sighed as he left the grocery store that he works at and put his bag around his shoulder as he walked into the dark night. He often complains that he works like a dog and the money he earns is only good for rent, food and clothing. But as someone who never went to college, earning good money without one is near impossible so in his mind and he will be subjected to working minimum wage and barely getting by until he dies, probably over overworking as he often jokes. He was dressed in a plain black hoodie, a pair of blue jeans and cheap looking sneakers. In his bag he had his work uniform that he wanted to get out of as soon as he could

It’s days like this where he thinks about moving back home but that thought doesn’t go anywhere most of the time as his parents are still upset with him for not going to collage and his sister is an annoying brat who never gave him space to breath. And when he tries to show her his authority, suddenly he’s the bad guy…

This walk home of self doubt and anger led him through the public park, he liked watching the trees glisten in the moonlight as he walked home. But as he walked, he noticed a light similar to the moonlight but this time it was on the ground. In a pile of nearby leaves, Alex felt a pull of something pulling him towards it. Dragging his feet off course, he bent down and examined the pile of leaves before pulling out a shining stone. It looked like nothing from this world as it had some indentations that looked like something from a sci-fi movie. “W-What the hell…” he pondered as he stood to his feet, holding the stone like object in his hand as he looked at it

[MelloMelon]

Behind the brooding young westerner, a darker darkness drowned out the young man’s light, and the sight of the stone-like gem he had rooted out in turn.

“Picking up litter at this time of night? What a noble gesture! It’s a shame that there’s no one ON HAND to help you!”

A towering shadow stood over Alex as he turned. A monster of a thing, with countless branches and limbs that itched to grab at the lonesome human out in the empty park, to be exact.

“LUCKY!” It shouted suddenly, raising several palms that clasped each other all around his lengthy body, “I can spare a few dozen!”

The faceless monster chuckled, raising several hands, all mismatched in sizes, many huge and forbidding, some small and dexterous, others skeletal and severe, and more wide and flat, with fingers thick and long. It was a bizarre looking thing, this winding centipede of a being, and lit only by the dimness of the few park streetlights, it was a behemoth of a child’s nightmare.

He had gorged on several humans already, but the demons of the Sideon Realm were insatiable… and he had room for more bubbles of memory to boot.

[nomoewoes]

The sudden booming voice made Alex’s eyes grow wide and his heart began to race as he quickly turned around and tried to back up to gain some distance between him and the monster. Getting a look at the thing, he get sick to his stomach. While a bit goofy looking, the amount of disgusting hands and wiggling fingers that looked like a nightmare to anyone who was ticklish gave him the creeps. But even so, he had to remain strong.

“Sorry creep, it’s too early for Halloween.” Alex said, trying to sound tough but his voice was so high that he sounded much more like a scared child. “Go bug someone else and maybe I won’t kick your ass! … if you have one of those…” he said, sounding less and less confident as he spoke

[MelloMelon]

Bemused at first by the mention of holidays he had never heard of, Clapadon soon recovered, having looked the human youth up and down and liking what he saw; or rather, what he intended to inflict on what he saw, “Kekekeh! Kicking is so overrated these days!”

In no more than five quick paces (on a different set of hands each time), the multi-limbed beast was upon the youth and plucked him up by the back of his jacked easily, and looked the human over with eyes like polished black marbles, as his hands busily fondled and groped poor Alex in places that even HE thought twice about touching in public, "Why use feet when you can use hands?!"

That said, the centipede-like behemoth jammed Alex against his side, butt-up, "Over!" The monster yelled out as a row of said limbs lined up, and slammed down powerfully across the bound youth's upturned backside, "And over!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"And OVER?!" With the various sizes and shapes and sheer number of palms that had their undivided attention on Alex's rump, helpless in the demon's coils, not an inch of it was left unmarked.

And the slap-happy fiend showed no signs of stopping.

[nomoewoes]

Alex had no idea of the sinister that the monster had as he was silently being looked over all over his body. While he was always priding himself as a fit individual, he hasn’t been as active since he left high school. And a lot of the excess weight went to his backside, which was constricted in his tight pants. Suddenly he was scooped up effortlessly and put in a position where his butt was sticking out, his jeans sagging a bit so the top of his crack was exposed.

“W-What the hell are you… ah!” He yelped out as the first barrage of spanks fell, setting up the next round of seats as he desperately tried to wiggle free. Alex has never been spanked before so he never knew what it was like to he on this side of a butt whooping. Little did he ever think his first spanking would be in his adult years by a weird and ugly looking monster. Each smack blistered his rear even with the jeans on as he bit his lip to try and not cause a scene

[MelloMelon]

After several dozen more solid spankings with his eager palms, Clapadon paused, and complained, "Hm... something's missing here... I tire of this."

Had the fiend had his fill? Was he done with his life of wickedness and perversity? Would he leave Alex in peace and hand himself into the authorities for his heinous abuses and crimes?

"We need a bit more culture here, don't you think?" Say what now?

"I've always wanted to try hand painting..." the monster mused, before seeming to light on an idea.

"Let's break out a fresh canvas, shall we?" the lengthy-bodied creature suggested, although one of his dexterous of limbs already had gripped the lip of the youth's jeans and torn them down to his knees, underwear and all.

Palms moved over Alex's prone body, gripping him tight everywhere that could be touched, cupping the fulsome buns on sudden display and squeezing with savage appreciation.

"Never been a fan of hot pink, but it suits you well, human~" he chortled, pinching a hunk of stinging butt-cheek between a huge thumb and forefinger, and then giving a cruel pull so as to force a squeak out of the trapped young man.

"What do you say we just go ahead and start with a nice shade of scarlet?" That said, the rough squeezing abruptly ceased, as depraved hands moved to make way for several others that fell harsh and heavy across Alex's meaty buttocks with several loud and crisp smacks, sending them bouncing.

[nomoewoes]

Once the spanks paused and it seemed like the punishment was over, Alex breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed like he would finally be released by this embarrassing humiliation. “N-Now let me go o-… Hey!” He was interrupted as the jeans fell to his ankles along with his multicolored red and white boxers. “S-Seriously… ah!” He grunted as his cheeks were played with and pinched before the spanking resumed, quickly giving the bubble butt alot more color as the rapid spanks fell

[MelloMelon]

The smacks rang out like gunshots in the deserted park, the sound magnified by the flat expanse but muffled by the surrounding trees. The wicked beast and his prey were in their own bubble, away from the world.

The multi-limbed demon couldn’t start extraction without breaking the human’s barriers of pain, first. He wasn’t big on ripping off skin, or eating them, like some of his demon brethren enjoyed – each to their own, no judgements in the Sideon dimension – so how to go about it? Clapadon wound Alex around his body several times, before drawing him upwards and tearing off his jeans and briefs like they were tissue paper.

Drawing up numerous his smaller, but still sizable limbs, the demon lined them up above the hapless Alex’s rump. In the next instant those hands began whacking down with fair force upon the youth’s bare buns, each cheek getting individual, undivided attention from the palms they had been assigned.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It went on for several minutes, the demon not tiring at all despite the many of his hands that were keeping busy – he’d extracted so many memories and energies from his prey earlier in the day, and this human promised a bounty once he’d been fully extracted and more importantly to him, brilliantly beaten.

[nomoewoes]

Each spank was heavy on his backside as his bubble butt jiggled and gained color on his rear. Tears already formed in his eyes as he sniffled and his yelps grew more and more louder and the sounds of his pain could be heard. With his pants and underwear no more and his hands unable to block the heavy spanks, there was no way he was oils be able to stop the spanks as his bubble butt grew red and would only grow redder as there seemed to be no way the spanks would stop any time soon