Walking down the red-light district of Wolf’s Corner at midnight, I took a pull of my cigarette and blew smoke into a ring only to then walk through it.  People tell me all the time that the nicotine high isn’t worth it and all I’m doing is shortening my life span.  Jokes on them cause I’m 228 and haven’t felt any effects yet, or at least none that I couldn’t deal with.  Plus being able to hock up lung tar to throw off someone who got a little too cocky with a knife is a pretty good defense mechanism.  I walked past a line to a bouncer at a club.  Flicking the butt of my cigarette into the open parking lot, I stepped up to the bouncer in my slightly hunched over position which did nothing to hide my exaggeratedly tall and lean body, a specific choice.  The bouncer looked me up and down and smirked, “Gonna need some ID, buddy.”  I quickly pulled my thousand yard stare back and looked at him with a lead paint stare, extra searing with my almost radioactive green eyes.  After getting a better look, the bouncer shifted their gaze away as bead of sweat rolled down his brow, he silently waved me in.  Most people could usually tell by the “air” around me that I was well above the legal drinking age, but some people needed that extra bit of a push.  The eyes were usually a bit of over kill.  I may be an imp with the power to shapeshift, but eyes were pretty hard to get to look young plus it was usually better to use them to silence idiots anyway. 
I walked through the flashing lights and loud music, past the “bodies in motion” to the neon and chrome bar nestled at the rear of the club.  The club may have been a young person’s paradise for devious acts.  I was here for one thing and that was a good drink and thankfully I knew that the bartender was a damn good mixologist. Not for the right reasons unfortunately.  Back in my 170s I was something of a prick. Ok. A downright asshole.  On a drunken bender I had been angered by him when he threw me out at closing time.  In my drunken stupor I thought myself wronged so I decided to make it right. The same night I hid in the back alley and when he left after cleaning up the bar, I fucked him until he was absorbed him into my dick.  Over the following weeks I failed to find a bartender who could hold a candle to his skill.  Thankfully one of the local Karen’s decided I was a worthy target for their anger.  I grabbed her with one slightly sweaty foot and the white substance secreted by my feet sent her into a hormonal spiral in seconds and she dropped trow right there in the supermarket help desk.  After I screwed the bartender’s soul into her womb, I went up front and paid for my groceries.  Apparently the majority of the people who were there, including the managers on duty, hated this woman with a passion, since they gave me all the items I coated in seed for free.  A year later the bartender was back to bartending, albeit with a bit of trouble getting all his information set right.  Kind of hard for people to believe you can mix drinks when you’re technically less then a year old.
          	In the present day, I sat down at a stool in front of the RGB lit bar.  “I’ll take an old fashioned, Sheldon. How’s about a family discount for dear old dad,” I teased. I knew he wouldn’t but you’ll never know unless you try.  “I’ll take off zero dollars and zero cents for you,  you’re lucky you’re a damn good tipper. Bigfoot bastard,” he said with palpable sarcasm.  “Aw don’t be like that, at least I brought you back.”  Angrily pouring my drink,  “Yeah selfishly and sloppily. I had to relearn to drive.  Not to mention I had to literally get them to accept that a person who was just born was a person who’d been missing for a full year.”  I handed him my card and he handed me my drink.  “No one is ever a perfect parent,” I said before taking a sip of my drink, “Mm. It would’ve been more selfish to deny the world of your mixing skills.”  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said as he handed back my card,  “I added the tip since I know you can afford it.”  “Been on Earth long enough, I better be able to afford it,” I said taking a second sip.
          	At that exact moment, the decibel level dropped as a person of false glory waltzed into the building.  The other reason I had come to this bar had arrived early. Some no name playa had started toting my name around town and tarnished the good name I had by being a terrible person to everyone that came into contact with him.  The one time I expected them to be worthless garbage they’re punctual. Sheldon wiped a glass cup dry, “I was wondering why you came and sat here. Guess I have my answer.”  “I thought I’d at least have the time to finish my drink.  I guess beggars can’t be choosers,” I sighed before knocking back my Old Fashioned and stood up.  I began making my way to cross paths with him, of course I made it look like I was also just going to a random place in the club.  I knew he’d be b-lining it for the VIP area.  Anyone who is a VIP either wants to show off or actually has a team of bodyguards.  I’d learned long ago that its smarter to be with the crowd. Plus, there’s way too much drug use in them anyway.
            	As I walked past them I could see that the person wasn’t worth the time of anyone’s day.  Dressed in a gaudy fur coat,  a bimbo on each arm, and a shit-eating grin was enough to know that.  As I walked past him, I secretly elongated my tail, and had it wrap around his leg from the back, yanking him off his feet.  I had to stifle a chuckle as I continued walking and shortened my tail to normal length.  I could hear behind me as the guy yelled at me from behind.  I ignored him and walked out through the back entrance of the club into a back alley.  To the prick chasing me, it would seem like I’d just set myself up.  Oh how wrong he was.
            	“Hey, fucktard.  You think I didn’t see that, “ Mr. Asshole said as he walked out with his 2 bimbos, not realizing that the door locked from the other side, “Do you even know who I am.” “No,” I said without even the slightest inflection of emotion in my voice. “Tell him, daddy,” one of the bimbos said.  “I am Riley Darren, bitch,” the idiot spouted.  I chuckled lightly.  “Oh, you think that’s funny, huh? How bout I fuck you up,” he said pulling out some brass knuckles, “You fuck with me, I fuck with you.” At this point I outright laughed, “It’s Ryllae Daran.  Also you really couldn’t have chosen a worse thing to say.  Imagine how many people I’m going to help by making you disappear. Plus you’ll stop ruining my reputation.” 
The confusion I was waiting for registered in his eyes and I felt myself get hard at the prospect.  He handed his coat to one of the bimbos, leaving him just dressed in an Adidas track suit.  This guy was asking to be deleted. I walked towards him while growing my claws long and sharp,  I wanted this to be over quickly.  The idiot readied himself as if it would help.  I was behind him in seconds and expertly tore through the back of his clothes, leaving his backside open to the cold night air and me.  I felt the heated air leave my lips as my claws shrank back, lightly alighting on the waistband of my pink compression pants.  I unbuttoned them, the bulge expanding out wards as I began to break the seal that kept my junk compressed.  As I undid the zipper I felt as my full size was put on display.  Two and half feet of fuck-a stick wrapped in polyester spandex along with my cantaloupe sized balls.  Thankfully the steam coming off my shaft was potent enough with hormones that the idiot’s bimbos were silenced by perverted feelings and thoughts.  I pulled my underwear off and it across the idiot’s bare back, balls lightly resting on his ass. 
“You fuck with me, I fuck with you.”
I one quick motion I threw my hips back, my steaming shaft sliding down his back and into his hole, then thrusted my hips forward, forcing my dick into a space it shouldn’t have been able to fit but he didn’t need to know that or anything else for the rest of his actively shortening life.  A loud squeak of pleasure exited his mouth and a bulge pushed out his stomach.  As I pounded his ass again and again I could feel as my body began to absorb him.  His legs became attached to my balls sinking into them and disappearing as my testicles swelled.  Swishing wildly, his tail shrunk until it was just a vein on my crotch.  A bulge of a tube went up the front of his body, engulfing his shrinking genitalia, connecting my urethra to his throat.  Falling out in patches, his hair quickly thinned until none was left.   His arms caressed the urethra that now took over most of his body until they shrank away.  Reshaping into the mushroom head of a dick, his features shrank away until only his mouth remained as the opening for my urethra.  With one last thrust I felt his soul sink in with the other ones trapped in my cock.  I felt my balls hitch and the seed left from the waste of a person I’d just absorbed splatter out onto the alleyway.  I looked at my cock and could tell he’d added maybe a centimeter to my length but a lot of cum to my balls, leaving them at about basketball size.  Quickly shoving them into my underwear and then that into my compression pants, I hid any semblance that the man had existed other than the coat lying on the ground and the 2 bimbos watching in a stupefied state of over-stimulation from hormones.  They’d realize what happened later but for now I’d be fine.
I picked up the fur coat and threw it on.  Knock-off.  Couldn’t even get a fur coat from Fendi.  Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I walked down the alleyway and back around to the front of the club, lighting another cigarette as I looked at the slew of people going in.  I took a long pull feel the pleasure and concentration wrap my brain.  It was fake but its not like it could hurt me. I turned away from the club and headed off into the night.  A brisk walk would do me good.