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The Bank Job (Dominator Series #3)

By Danath

Characters © Sanmer

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The scene was eerily quiet. Scattered papers drifted across the marble floor, blown by the wind through a large, faintly smoking hole in the wall. Most of the tellers' windows shattered, leaving only shards hanging in the bronze and wood frames. Of the five large islands with various pens and forms, two were gone entirely, no more than splinters. The other three bore scorch marks and dents. There were no people, though sirens wailed long and loud from the street outside.

A streak of brown and white flashed through the open bank doors, Emerging from the speed boost, a large bull skidded to a halt, hooves grinding over the marble, sending up a spray of sparks. Hephaestus scanned the room, alert and ready, both ears swiveled forward. The superhero wore hard light power armor of his own design. It created a semi-translucent shimmer across his whole muscular figure, creating faint heat waves across his dark uniform. The special material hugged the bull's body tight as the hard light armor left little room for conventional clothing. The special material whisked away sweat and kept the bull cool, enabling him to use the hard light armor to speed around faster than most cars without overheating. The shell of the armor even extended around his head, simultaneously projecting various environmental and target information in front of his eyes. Though not completely impervious, Hephaestus could interact with the suit like it were his own body so that every punch, kick, and thrown object was amplified many times what a normal person could do. Thanks to the big bull's innate, natural strength, the high-tech armor was usually all he'd need to win a fight, though he often had a few other technological tricks up his sleeves.

For the moment, his scans alerted him to noises from the bank vault. Heph crept forward, silently vaulting a broken teller box, and slipped around the side of the vault door. It had been ripped from the wall by its hinges.

Heph's sensors showed the outlines of two figures inside the vault, one large and thick, the other small and lithe.

"Give yourselves up! There's nowhere to run!" he shouted.

A high-pitched giggle returned in response, echoing through the empty bank. Heph frowned, eyes narrowing. If they were looking for a fight, they'd get one. The bull's white horns gleamed above his russet hair. The super-strong, form-fitting uniform stretched over his chest and biceps as he backed up a few steps, ready to charge.

He took off like a shot, sending a blast of wind behind him that blew around what few stacks of papers still remained in place. Accelerating into the vault, he turned a corner and skidded to a halt, eyes wide with surprise.

"Neptune!"

A cute, smooth otter sat on top of a few vault drawers ripped from the walls and piled into the center of the room. He wore a one-piece blue leotard with a fluffy dark blue midriff skirt. Matching blue gloves and socks reached his elbows and knees, respectively. Another band of blue wrapped around his tail, covering the long appendage from a few inches under the tip to about halfway up to his round, plump rump. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, propping his head up in his palms. A leash lead hung loosely in his fingers. His surprisingly large maleness was on full display, pushing outwards against the tight blue fabric stretching over his thick thighs.

"Hiiiiiii, Heph!" the otter chirped, lifting his head from his paws. "Took you long enough. Sheesh."

The bull took a step backwards and lifted his hands, curling his thick fingers into fists. The hard light armor shimmered in the fluorescent vault light.

"Neptune! Is that you?" he asked. The otter looked like Neptune, if Neptun weighed a hundred pounds less and had never seen the inside of a gym.

"Yep! It's me," the otter said. He stood up and put his fists on his hips. The mini-skirt attached to his leotard fluttered over the bulge hanging over his thighs. "Though I guess I don't look much like I used to, do I?"

The otter giggled and turned around, lewdly leaning over to wiggle his oversized rump towards the bull.

"Neptune! Why are you doing this? Who did this to you?" Heph said, trying to control his voice. "And who else is here with you? There's someone behind you."

"Oh, so many questions!" the otter said, giggling again. The blue-gloved paw lifted the lead and gave it a little shake. "Let's start with the last one first!" The otter's voice changed pitch, going higher and sounding sickly sweet. "Oooh Hercules! Come on out to play!"

Heph took another step back as a loud growl echoed through the bank vault. A huge dark brown wolf emerged from behind the pile of drawers. The incredibly muscular male grinned at Heph, still growling, and licked his lips. He wore a large black collar around his neck, obviously for show considering the effeminate otter holding the other end, and a pair of black shorts. The shorts distended outwards hugely, barely containing the semi-erect length curling around the wolf's huge hips and down the right leg, squeezing against and fighting for space with a pair of testicles as big around as the bull's head. The rest of his body was uncovered, leaving the massive wolf's incredible musculature on full display. Deep rivets of powerful muscle carved their way through the slightly lighter brown fur on the wolf's hard belly. His pecs shoved outwards, casting a shadow over his abs. Massive arms and tree-trunk legs... even the wolf's tail swung heavily, easily able to knock the average person off their feet with what the wolf might consider a gentle wag.

"Hercules! What... what happened to you?"

The wolf's shorts bulged outwards as the male's entire length throbbed as if on cue.

"Ooh, Herc likes you!" Neptune said in a sing-song voice, still standing on the pile of drawers, hips slightly pushed out. "And someone else likes you, too."

"Who? Who did this to you?" Herc said, fists still ready, every sense on high alert.

Neptune's giggle echoed through the room. "Get 'im, Herc!" he said, dropping the lead.

The wolf sprinted forward. Hephaestus reacted almost in time, but the wolf's paw wrapped around his midsection, pulling him off balance. He tried to somersault away from the wolf by wriggling free, but the wolf's paw shot out, sending him flying across the vault to crash into the far wall, leaving a bull-sized dent in the drawer faces.

He got to a knee and looked up to find Neptune standing in front of him, holding a crackling lightning gun inches from his face. The otter's plump lips pursed, blowing the bull a kiss, followed by a playful wink.

Then the otter pulled the trigger.

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Heph woke with a start and scrambled to his feet. He took in his surroundings quickly: cement walls, no windows, a steel door, bare floors. He was naked, with no sign of his power armor. The only furnishings: a security camera set behind a box of probably hard-to-break plastic and a blue swimming pool for young children. The swimming pool was in the middle of the room and full of some sort of iridescent, oily black substance. After a few minutes of glaring at the security camera failed to produce results, Heph tried the door. It held fast, even when he put all of his considerable power into it.

Two could play at that game. Heph moved to the side of the door and lifted a hoof. A few taps revealed a secret compartment. The bull pulled out the specially modified transponder and swallowed it. Swallowing was unnecessary, but ensured accuracy. It also prevented his technology from being accidentally dropped behind somewhere. Power armor in the wrong hands... the bull swallowed again. The transponder would activate with his heat signature and summon his armor. No matter where it was, the hard light would disintegrate anything in its path to reach him.

The pool of oil in the center of the room bubbled. Heph regarded it with wariness, though he stayed in the corner, giving it a wide berth. When his suit came through the door or wall he didn't want to get hit by shrapnel.

The pool of oil bubbled again.

A hidden speaker crackled to life.

"Hello, Hephaestus."

"Who are you?" the bull shouted. The voice was unfamiliar - it wasn't Neptune, being much too deep, and he doubted Hercules spoke much, if at all.

"I'm the Dominator," the voice said. "And you, my tasty, muscular beefcake, will soon join your friends in my service."

"I'll never work for you," the bull said. The bubbles in the pool came faster. "What did you do to Neptune and Hercules?"

"The same thing I'm going to do to you!" the voice said. Neptune's unmistakable giggles floated through the crackling microphone.

"It's so much fun, Heph," Neptune's high-pitched voice said in its sing-song cadence. "Ooh, you're gonna just love it!"

Heph glanced towards the door, taking his eyes off the bubbling pool for a moment. They must have stored his power armor somewhere very strong.

"Wondering where your famous hard light armor is?" the Dominator said. "It's been long enough for it to have reached you by this point, right?"

"It'll get here sooner or later," the bull said. Heph's chest heaved with anger. "And then I'll make you undo whatever it is you did to Neptune and Herc!"

The pool of oil erupted, sending a spray of black liquid all around the room. Heph lifted his arm and ducked, managing to avoid the worst of it. When he lowered his arm, he stared in shock: his power armor hovered over the pool, dripping in gooey, sticky black oil. That's what he thought at first. When he leaned forward, mouth agape, he realized the truth: his armor was dripping the substance. Its shape collapsed in the air, folding into itself, writhing around and over. All around the room, the various black droplets shimmered and shivered, moving of their own accord to join back with the armor, such as it was now. Heph slapped at his arms and sides as goo leapt clear of his short fur.

"What have you done?" the bull whispered.

"You'll understand soon enough, pet." The microphone crackled, then turned off.

Two long, black arms flexed out of the ball of floating goo in the center of the room. Heph dodged, rolling to the side in the front of the door, but another smooth arm roped out from the mass and looped around his ankles, dragging his hooves together. He fell forward and closed his eyes, turning his head, expecting to land face down on the concrete, but another arm of goo expanded outwards and grappled at his hips, pulling him upright. The other arms oozed over his wrists and knees, pinning him back against the steel door.

Heph let out a gasp. A familiar electric hum engulfed his body wherever the goo held him - the same feeling he had when he wore his beloved armor. It was the same, but somehow more intense... it was... pleasurable.

The bull struggled, pulling at his wrists and jerking at his legs, straining and stretching the goo outwards. He tried to ignore the way his cock hardened up, growing firm enough to slap up and down against his thighs, or side to side so that the heavy length wrapped over his thigh or hip. The tingling did feel good, however, and his body betrayed him. The main ball of goo moved closer, drawing itself towards Heph, who despite his efforts could not break free.

The bull closed his eyes and strained at the oily goo holding him down, but soon he felt a warm liquid closing over his nostrils. He opened his mouth to bite at it, but his teeth did no damage. The oil spread over his face and down his throat, filling his stomach and tingling through the rest of him. Oil spread around the back of his head, then down his chest and belly. The muffled groans and shouts increased in volume as the pleasure-enhancing goo covered his throbbing maleness - an impressive length, now fully coated in the shiny, iridescent black liquid. Within minutes, goo enveloped the bull's entire muscular body, leaving no part of him uncovered, not even his horns.

Heph bucked his hips outwards, though his arms and legs remained flat against the wall, despite the goo having long since all absorbed into his body. His cock flexed, surging outwards, growing in size. Ripples of oily rainbows shimmered across the bull, highlighting his engorged muscles. The already healthy testicles swelled to nearly double in size. The bull's body trembled as the goo filled his insides, absorbing and reusing his flesh to add to itself, while at the same time assimilating the bull's personality and memories, with a few new tweaks of the Dominator's device.

The bull and armor were one, inseparable. Heph had become the very thing that made him a superhero in the first place... and the bull loved it.

His flexing maleness erupted with thick white cum, churned out by the swollen testicles hanging over the bull's thighs. The sticky white semen splattered across the wall opposite even as Hephaestus' body flexed again, thickening, growing bigger and more muscular yet, topping out when he approached nearly seven feet tall.

The shimmering black oil surrounding the bull solidified, drying out and hardening slightly. Still incredibly flexible and stretchy, it took on a sleek, vulcanized shimmer rather than the oily wetness of before. Except for a small patch above the bull's tail, which kept a slow, swirling, shimmering appearance. The muscular male came hard, arms and legs straining, hips plunging forward, cock bursting with intense orgasmic pleasure. Heph's thoughts blanked at the height of the intense climax, the moment the suit finalized his transformation, including the personality modifications. The bull fell forward, landing on his hands and knees on the floor, cock still squirting a few last jets of cum onto the floor beneath him. He panted hard, head down, smooth black rubber skin rippling with a slightly reddish sheen.

The steel door swung open. Neptune sashayed in, rump jiggling in his tight blue costume. The Dominator followed, the fox smirking as he moved into the corner, arms behind his back, content to observe the results of his latest conquest. Hercules ducked his head, glancing through the doorway, but sniffed and shook his head. The Dominator waved a finger at him, unseen to Neptune, and the wolf grinned and pulled his head back.

"So you made him all rubber, huh?" Neptune asked, daintily approaching the fallen hero. "Does he do anything cool?"

The Dominator's smile grew even larger. "I'm glad you asked, Neptune." Heph's hunched form shivered as he remained on his hands and knees, body trembling with arousal. "Hephaestus, to welcome you to my little gang, why don't you show Neptune here just what you can do?"

"Ooh, well, to be honest, I was just curious," Neptune said, the twinky otter adopting a less sassy tone. "Can we maybe find someone el-huck!"

His words abruptly left him when a thick, throbbing tentacle insistently shoved itself into the otter's surprised muzzle. He fell onto his wide rump, only to discover a second tentacle squirming against his rump, shoving between his fur and the skin-tight cloth hugging his prodigious rear end.

"Hey now, we only just met!" Neptune squeaked, once he'd managed to wrangle the tentacle free from his lips. The taste was smooth and oily. "How about a little forep-ghh!"

The tentacle squirted a thick blast of white seed across Neptune's muzzle, silencing the squirming otter. Rubberized arms reached out and fluidly wrapped around Neptune's hips, turning the lithe otter over onto his belly. One tentacle dragged the squirming otter's costume to the side, exposing a tight tail hole. Heph's large, snorting muzzle dropped over Neptune's shoulder as he pulled the otter back, impaling the smaller male on his length. Two tentacles squeezed in alongside while a third shoved itself down into the otter's belly, all the while pumping out thick loads of warm, oily bullcum.

Heph's huge biceps strained as he jerked the otter forward before grinding back in, hips smacking into the otter's oh-so-plush rear end. Neptune groaned as Heph's wrists pulled his arms back, forcing his chest and belly out as he was see-sawed back and forth onto the huge, flexing rubber bullcock spearing his rump, not to mention the twin tentacles fighting for space. The tentacles weren't as big as the bull's cock, but sizable enough from the otter's vantage. His throat closed around the squirting tentacle in his throat while his belly bulged outwards with cock.

The dominator grinned as his black cape tented in the front, lifted high into the air by an impressive maleness. He sighed, wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have taken Heph for his first ride, and turned to leave.

"Have fun, boys," the Dominator said over his shoulder, smiling as he caught a glimpse of Neptune's cum-soaked, tentacle filled cheeks.

"Enjoying the show?" the Dominator asked.

Herc grinned. His huge maleness dribbled onto the floor, the tip somewhere past his nips. The muscular wolf growled and licked his lips.

The. Dominator smiled and snapped his fingers as he passed the wolf, signalling him to follow.

"Looks like I'll need to find the two of you boys another playmate so you won't feel left out," the fox murmured. "In the meantime, and until you get to have your turn with Neptun again, I suppose I'll just have to keep you entertained."

Herc growled, cock jerking with lust as he eagerly followed the fox down the hallway and up a set of stairs. He opened his eyes wide when the fox's cape dropped away, revealing the attractive nude fox's pert rump. The wolf growled, cock jerking, knot forming, eagerness rising.

The Dominator grinned at Herc over his shoulder and leaned forward. They were in a large control room full of screens and panels and buttons, all waterproof. The fox leaned across one panel and typed in some commands. As a series of various superhero pictures and descriptions flashed across the screen, the Dominator's tail lifted.

He snapped his fingers and grunted when he felt the eager wolf mount him in moments, filling the fox's rump and then some.

"Mmmff... are you bigger? Were you messing around in my lab again?" the Dominator gasped, pausing the slideshow. He turned, looking at the wolf over his shoulder.

Herc looked to the side, unable to hide his guilt.

"Whatever it was you did, do it a few more times," the Dominator gasped. "Mmmph... so glad I made you the smart one... ahhhh... good boy..."

THE END

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