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A ten foot tall wolf-bear in black cargo pants, black combat boots, fingerless black leather fighting gloves with silver studs over his knuckles, a black muscle shirt featuring a crimson pentagram (fifth point skyward) as a kind of logo, a black leather bondage collar with silver spikes and black leather headband with scarlet eldritch runes and a red rimmed shield with a baleful red eye in its center, leaps across a deserted street on a moonless night effortlessly as he travels from one rooftop to another. His solid moss green glare balefully below him as a rabbit is being mugged and abused by a gang of rats. The russet brown furred muzzle almost smirks as he recognizes the gangbangers as members of the Rat Pack, a gang of species supremacists that hate all non-rodents. He drops is huge frame directly onto one of the ten and knocks her out instantly. His shirt darkly sparkles as her compatriots hear nothing of her struggles. He walks up on another pair and does a double noggin knocker to take them out. One of the other seven calls out to one of the fallen and gets no answer as the lupursyn steps from the shadows to answer for them. They instantly recognize him as the Troll, a vigilante known for his strength and impossibly stealthy given his size and with that three of them rush him with knives at the ready while the other four draw hand cannons. None of the attacks of the seven actually phase him the slightest as he just darkly smiles at them for he knows his fur is enhanced by the collar to act as armor to withstand more powerful attacks than what they can throw at him. With just two swipes of his mighty fists the Troll sends a pair of rats flying into the alley walls; sliding down while leaving a blood trail to mark their path to the concrete floor. The third gets cut down by his own gang brothers as the try desperately to shoot a meaningful hole in the Troll's hide. But the Troll just laughs at them as he advances slowly but surely; effortlessly he performs another double noggin knocker to reduce their remaining numbers in half. The Rat Pack gets considerably less belligerent when they don't have the advantage of numbers behind them. One flees for her life while the other activates a switchblade and presses its cutting edge to the bunny's throat. Troll glares at him with a menacing look that causes him to lose his cool. The rabbit gets an idea and drops to her knees out of the grasp of the rat allowing Troll to smack him into next week. As a reward to her rescuer the white furred, blue haired bunny pats Troll's groin and licks her lips. He shakes his head ruefully but none the less opens his fly and lets the bunny lick at his scrotum to get his canine cock out to play. It doesn't take much to get him out of his sheathe and hard enough to penetrate her folds as Troll groans a little in pleasure. She bends over and presents her ass for fucking once she gets his member ready for such activity. Troll doesn't hesitate to take a cooch so eagerly offered much to the bunny's delight. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as the Troll takes her and she moans loudly. A red haired skunk comes investigating the sounds and smirks as she finds the source. Troll and the bunny are just about finished when she arrives and while she watches and masturbates, Troll gives off a mighty howling roar as he climaxes inside the bunny. Once all is more or less said and done she speaks to address the vigilante. "I might have known," Jynx, the skunk, says with a rueful smirk, "Looks like you almost didn't come home tonight, Missy," To which the bunny flips the skunk the bird, "Later, I'm sure, you can get horny at the drop of a hat." Then she reaches down and squeezes Troll's balls as his knot is preventing his cock from leaving the bunny's cunny at the moment, "Some time in the near future you have to visit my flower shop; I have a special pot that needs watering." "I think I could arrange that," Troll responds with a lustful smirk, "How far does this lustfully lost bunny live?" "We share an apartment," Jynx explains, "When you're done I'll take her home." "Almost there now," Troll admits as his knot starts to deflate and he fondles Missy's breasts. "Boob dog?" Jynx asks and lifts up her tank top to expose her breasts, "Lick?" "Don't mind if I do," Troll returns and proceeds to lick and suckle at the skunks boobs much to her delight as she gets close up to let him have full access to her rack. Troll moans a little as his knot reduces his swelling enough for his member to slide out of Missy as he fingers Jynx to climax as he is enjoying the taste of her tits. Missy is filled with more cum that she can really handle as Jynx leads her home. Troll pulls himself back into his pants and goes back to his patrol. The mystically empowered ninja thieves, the Shadow Creepers, hit the Centurion Super Science Museum at the same time a well known blonde vixen media personality, Victoria Valley, is being given a private tour so she will promote it on her news program. Among the exhibits on display is the fabled Shadow Caster Crystal, an ancient artifact refuted to boost the talents of those that practice the dark craft of shadow magic. The retired super hero Centurion puts no faith in such rumor but the black gem has many unusual properties that science simply can't quantify at its current state of the art. Centurion, an elder statesman of a lion dressed in the uniform standard of Mad Scientists everywhere, may be retired but he is still helping to train up and coming heroes and he has a problem with the Troll and is not shy about saying it to the conservatively provocatively attired Miss Valley. He is giving her a tour of his newly renovated museum personally as the thieves are creeping around. All the security is automated and the feed goes directly into old gray mane cat's cybernetic senses. "I'm so glad you took me up on my offer of a tour, Miss Valley," Centurion beams as they pass amid deactivated mecha, "I have so much to show the people of this city and the world of the wonders of science conquering all." "You are quite welcome, Centurion," Victoria Valley says formally as the robot dinosaurs are somewhat intimidating but she refuses to show it, "But why here? The Troll..." "The Troll is rather appropriately named," Centurion states with a dismissive snort, "He's a brute with some claim of mysticism. Really? There is simply no room for magic and other such fairy tales any more. It's junk science as far as I'm concerned." "Your entire career could be described as an exercise in junk science, Centurion," A voice calls out mockingly. "Who dares!?!" Centurion thunders as a horned viper clad in the night steps from the shadows. "The Shadow Kaiser! I might have known. What do you want? Or should I guess? The Shadow Caster Crystal perhaps?" "My Shadow Creepers are zeroing in on it as we speak," the Shadow Kaiser boasts, "I'm just here to keep you occupied, old man." Shadow Kaiser blasts Centurion with a bolt of eldritch empowered darkness that staggers him back. Centurion gasps and shakes his fist at Shadow Kaiser before collapsing to the ground. The Kaiser laughs and grabs Victoria Valley before departing for his hidden lair. Night clad vipers leap from rooftop to rooftop carrying a silenced Victoria Valley with them. Their nocturnal parade catches Toll's eye as he glares at them fiercely. With a shake of his head and a heavy sigh he goes and follows behind them as unseen as a huge shadow among the myriad of other shadows. They lead him on a merry chase through the less affluent sections of the city until they come to an abandoned factory near a public transit elevated train station. The place has been condemned for years but the city has never gotten around to tearing it down. The Shadow Creepers have made parts of the crumbling building safe for their own use but left much of the place a death trap for any that would come after them. Victoria Valley is stripped naked by the Shadow Creepers and suspended over a substantial hole in the floor below which is a pool of darkness that ripples and stirs as if it were alive. Shadow Kaiser hisses in dark amusement as a whip made of pure shadow stuff forms in his awaiting claw. Blood drips down the vixen's legs as the lash of evil eldritch energy bites deeply into her flesh. The drops of blood from the restrained and suspended victim fall into the pool of deep darkness below which elicits into being a tendril of solidified nocturne which forms and rises from the main body of the oily shadow pit to reach up to caress her leg. Cold and slimy only begins to describe the unpleasant sensation Victoria feels as the inky tentacle slides up her lower extremities to force itself into her nethers as the excrutiating pain of the whip's torturous caress continues unabated as the sinisterly sadistic sounds of the Shadow Kaiser's leering laughter mocks and chills her to the core. She wants to scream but the icy hand of pure terror steals the sound before it can even get started in her throat. A chant to divinity not quite wholesome and certainly not fit for recording starts as if a litany of dark deities that were old when the world was young are entreated to turn an eye to witness the proceedings. Victoria Valley does not recognize any of the names being called upon and somewhere in the back of her mind she decides this is a good thing. Dimly she becomes aware of an interloper that could be her salvation even if the Shadow Kaiser and his Shadow Creepers are not yet aware of his presence. A general feeling of loathing fills the pit of Troll's stomach as he creeps around the facility; recognizes what they are calling to and knows full well that this ceremony needs to be stopped before somebody loses their soul. Slowly and silently he takes out Shadow Creepers one by one as he works his way to the reporter. Victoria Valley is the priority here as the thing molesting her will eat her soul given half the chance and Troll is not about to let that happen if he can have any say about it. He takes out a can of something and pops the top as silently as he can before pouring its contents into a sloping trough that is caked with the blood of other victims which were used to feed the monstrosity previously. Just as he hoped the liquid he just fed to it is not to its liking one bit as it convulses and withdraws its tendrils from the orifices of its current offering. Shadow Kaiser realizes too late what is going on and screams his indignation. "WHO DARES!?!" Shadow Kaiser demands to know at full volume: "WHAT FOOL DISRUPTS THIS HOLY RITE!?!" "Unholy is more like it!" Troll calls back mockingly as he swings out of the pit with Victoria on his back like a sack of potatoes after pouring another can to keep the thing unable to aid the Shadow Creepers and their Shadow Kaiser. "I will fight to disrupt your unwholesome rites whenever I can!" "The Troll?!" Shadow Kaiser announces incredulously then smirks. "I might have known. Flee, cretin! Flee with your prize! I will find another!" "As much as I hate to admit it," troll says ruefully, "He's right, I had two cans of Holy Water prepared and it will take more than unless..." He digs out a white wood handled grenade in the German "Potato Masher" style with markings sacred to Donar. "I still have a Holy Hand Grenade? Sweet! Now's as good a time to use it as any. Valkyrie vixens dance around the pit after Troll activates and tosses the Holy Hand Grenade of Donar in as a column of Holy light shines down from above. A Teutonic wolf-bear wielding an oversized warhammer descends as hymns in German are sung by the Valkyries as this image of the thunder god Donar himself brings the hammer down on the unholy monstrosity while Shadow Kaiser and his Shadow Creepers can only look on in abject horror. The death scream of whatever unholy abomination was down there reverberates throughout the chamber. Under a bridge near a bus stop along a creek Troll finally lets Victoria Valley down but doesn't untie her hands just yet. Victoria spreads her legs hoping to get Troll in a good enough mood to explain to her what just went down. She smirks to herself as even if she doesn't get a full interview from the mystic vigilante she'll have one heck of a story is she can get it on the news tonight. Troll doesn't need much prompting to sheath his soft sword into Victoria Valley's oh so willing scabbard. He licks and suckles upon her breasts as he gently takes her with evenly measured strokes. She moans in pleasure even as her eyes plead with him for answers. His member gets harder within her with each subsequent thrust into her cunny much to her delight. She lays on the gravel ground and lets him do what he pleases to her as she trusts him enough that he will treat her right. As his knot starts to form she thinks of how completely he fills her insides with his canine cock. Victoria Valley is almost transfixed with pleasure as having sex with the Troll is an even in her life that happens fairly infrequently. Her pager texts her an angry message demanding to know her location which she ignores until after his knot deflates and she has a cooch filled with his cum. But even after being filled the reporter in her resurfaces. "Before you go, Troll," Victoria pleads, "Can you at least give me a thumbnail sketch of what just happened?" "Where did you get snatched from?" Troll asks. "Centurion's museum," Victoria replies, "They killed him and stole a gem from his collection." "Could have been an attempt to activate the Shadow Caster," Troll speculates, "Or you could have been meant as a care and feeding sacrifice for their pet." "What was that thing?" Vicky asks. "It doesn't have a proper name," Troll admits, "Folks in the occult community call it a pseudo-sentient shadow pool. Its intelligence is more that of an amoeba that anything else but they seem to have ties to the Dark Ones." "The Dark Ones being god like entities mystics refuse to name for fear of granting them any dominion over this realm?" Victoria asks to which Troll just nods, "I had an interview with the Magister once. My producers will never let me use it, but I learned much." "The Magister is given to tall tales himself," Troll warns, "But he is the Mystic Sentinel of our world." "I still exchange e-mails with him," Victoria admits, "He told me to you 'Gratitoo Grandis' if I ever met you in person. He said you were an Artisan." "I need to send him an e-mail or a letter," Troll states, "But yes, I am an Artisan. I have a talent no talent for spell casting; I channel arcane forces into items that confer special effects upon the users." "So in addition to your strength and stamina which I know are somewhat natural, you are a kind of craftsman," Vicky states questioningly. "Exactly, some of my powers come from things I have made and wear," Troll admits freely, "But it's nice to be appreciated." "You're one of a few active heroes in the area," Victoria starts to say until Troll makes a face, "I mean it! You may be a vigilante but you try not to kill or at least use excessive force and yet you still manage to keep Golgotha from sliding any further into corruption." "The sentiment is appreciated," Troll says as he gives her a kiss on the forehead, "Even if your voice is in the minority." "You're leaving? Victoria asks as Troll leaps out of the concrete lined canyon and onto the road itself, "I would like a full interview with you at some point." "I'd have to be careful about the setting that up," Troll admits, "Wit the current climate of law enforcement I'm as much a criminal as those I just saved you from because I'm unlicensed." She gives him a look. "I know you're clean but the location it would have to take place in would need be more secure than this." "I understand," Vicky says simply and watches him run away as a news helicopter flies into the area which she flags down and it sends down a ladder for her to climb up and a blanket on board for her even as her produces is all hot and bothered about her disappearance, the subsequent death of the Centurion and the theft of materials from the museum but she is not quite ready to say anything just yet as she's still digesting the information she got from Troll and formulating a report she can turn in. A tan furred she-wolf in a police costume walks down an alley with a white stallion in a business suit. They both are a little tipsy as they pass a group of dogs who follow them, taking out sophisticated energy pistols while looking like they should be extras in some production of Grease; although the styling of the ordinances make them look like they came out of a pulp sci-fi magazine. When the pair inadvertently turn into a blind alley the dogs form a firing range fence. Rather then demand money, the dogs just open fire and kill the horse outright which makes the wolf cower. They thread the hand cuffs of her costume around a standing pipe and lock her wrists as the open her blouse and lift up her skirt to expose the fact that she is not wearing a bra nor panties. She whimpers in fear as the dogs laugh at her position. All five dogs snicker and adjust their fronts as Troll looms behind them. Their attention is on the bitch and not behind them as they're sure they're alone. She's too afraid to see beyond the dog getting ready to rape her. Swiftly and silently Troll takes out the two dogs farther out from the others by slamming their heads into the alley walls running between them without the one knowing his brother had been taken out before he himself had been targeted. One mongrel beginning to stick his dick in the trapped bitch while calling her a slut and a whore as he does so with his buddies laughing and carrying on as they encourage him while they wait their turns. Unfortunately for the dogs, two of them are standing close enough for Troll to take them out with one mighty strike. Before the unconscious bodies of the pair can hit the ground Troll is on the last dog, cold cocking him before his knot can even start to inflate. Fiona can feel the go limp and recede before he can be sealed within her. She blinks and looks back to see the Troll looming over her. "While I'm cuffed here," Fiona asks, "Would you mind 'taking a turn' sir? I think I might like to feel you between my legs." "How can I refuse such a request?" Troll asks and reaches down to fondle her breasts to which she moans appreciatively, "I'll try to be gentle." "I know," Fiona says with lustful anticipation, "I've heard stories..." Troll slowly but surely inserts himself in Fiona's awaiting booty as he continues to fondle her breasts. Unbeknownst to Troll there is a site that isn't well known but exists as a forum, for women who have positive, and not so positive, encounters with super heroes, rating each by their level of arrogance and how they treat females that sleep with them. Kitsune knows and she is Troll's girlfriend who monitors the site and will defend him when necessary; she rarely needs to do so as the site rates him as humble and gentle despite his size and power. Victoria Valley has made entries there but keeps its existence a secret for her peace of mind and because she recognizes the need to keep the existence not so well known. Fiona has read the stories and has hoped that this night would come to her eventually. Troll's cock in her cunny and his hands upon her rack are twin sensations she is just enjoying as a pleasure ride for as long as it will last. Unbeknownst to Troll, his lover Kitsune has been invisibly with him the whole time and is enjoying herself as she evaluates each encounter to see what Troll likes about each girl so she can alter her own body to better play with him. That he sticks his dick in other girls is not an issue as she learns from his other partners what he likes although the fact that he likes boobs is something she has known about for quite some time as he always plays with her tits when they get intimate. But no matter who else he shares pleasure with, he always tries to make the encounter good for her as it is for him and that gives her some pride, especially when its her he comes back to and it is her he wants in his life permanently. Fiona enjoys Troll's intimate maneuvers within her and grabs the pipe she's cuffed against to moan against it as she is almost dreading the end of the ride. He fills her up fully as his member gets harder and harder with each subsequent thrust. When his knot starts to inflate she silently weeps as it means he will climax and the acts of passion will end. Troll howls in ecstasy as he fills Fiona's womb with his seed, a how she joins in as she is having an orgy herself. At this Kitsune cries as she watches unseen as she cannot howl her climax like a wolf can and seeing how much they are enjoying themselves by the vocalization they mutually eliciting. She stops herself for fear that Troll will hear her weep and go looking for her but he was too busy howling to do so. After she is freed, Fiona hugs and kisses Troll with a "Thank you" on her lips. He escorts her home before he ends his night patrol and enters a seemingly run down house he shares with Kitsune. Kitsune is laying on a couch wearing only a kimono when he comes in and smirks at him as the vixen has chosen tonight to have purple fur with green hair and orange eyes; she gets into a sitting and pats the cushion next to her. "So, how was your night?" Kitsune coos in a seductive inquiry even though she knows full well what he did as she inwardly smirks. "Eventful to say the least," Troll states with a smirk as he sits down next to her and reaches for her rack, "But it's always good to come home to you." "I know that's right," Kitsune purrs as she opens her kimono and dips his head to have him nibble her nipples, "I think we still have some Chinese in the fridge if you're hungry." Troll says nothing but starts to finger her cooch as Kitsune moans in pleasure knowing full well that getting her off is part of what he considers foreplay. In his defense though he'll be giving her another orgasm after the first as something about the way he fucks a female almost forces orgasm on them. Not that she's complaining... Kitsune half orders him into the showers with the given reason that the reek of the corruption he fights is creeping up on him but really she wants to wash away he scents and juices of the others from his fur. She washes him in a sensual manner and even has sex with him as part of the process. The that she may have put a spell on his phallus so it will harden on demand, specifically her silent mental and emotional demand, has never occurred to him and Kitsune would rather keep it that way. Magic wind makers dry the couple off as soon as they step out of the bathing area before she leads him to the bedroom. The mattress they sleep on is covered with silk sheets that change color on demand as well as imbued with the power of levitation. She knows he's had a hard day's night so she gives him a relaxing massage that puts him to sleep while she touches his cock and orders it to harden so she can ride him to her heart's content as the mattress itself floats a few feet off the ground.