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Power Rangers Neo

Chapter 2

(Sinister Sludge)

Brilliant golden light washed across the beaches of Oak Valley, glittering on the aquamarine water that filled the bay. Kite-boarders did flips and tricks while teenagers tried their hand at surfing. Food trucks sat along the boardwalk leading up to the pier. It would have been quite the picturesque day if not for the accumulation of garbage that had been building up on the beach.

Cole turned, the sun glinting off of his teal polarized sunglasses, his orange safety vest fluttering in the breeze. If it hadn't been for the vest or the ergonomic grabber, he would have looked quite at home on the beach. The eighteen year old was fit with a swimmer's build and a healthy tan, his shaggy brownish-black hair windswept and full. He moved along the beach, grabbing up food wrappers and bottles, placing them into the bags hanging from his hips.

Hoots and hollers began to come from the boardwalk up above, two of Cole's former classmate's leaning over the rails. One was tall, over six feet tall. Even in the sun he wore a black leather jacket with spikes in the shoulders, matching his kilt. His light brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He was flanked by another teenager with torn up denim pants and a vest covered with various patches.

"Look at that Russ, Looks like the lifeguard's guarding all life today... Goodie goodie protecting mother nature." The kilted teenager smirked.

"You're right, Axel! He's got such a big stick up his butt that he can't even enjoy his time off. I bet if he pulled the stick out, he'd have to compost it!" The teenager in the vest smirked. Cole just smiled.

"I don't know if commenting on my lack of a pastime is a good pastime for you, boys. Might get a little boring. Don't you have some graffiti to paint or something?" Cole asked. Axel just snorted.

"It's like we're watching paint dry right here." Axel replied, though he could tell his jabs were losing their power. He looked around and spotted a discarded drink sitting on the guard rail and grinned, picking it up. Russ began chortling before Axel had even let go, but the drink went sailing down, hitting Cole on the shoulder. A sloppy soup of red slush shot out of the cup before raining down across Cole. Cole closed his eyes, feeling the sticky syrup running down across his face and shoulder. The laughter echoed from above.

"Hey, we got the garbage closer to you! You should thank us!" Russ laughed as he and his friend moved along the pier. Cole lifted his sunglasses to wipe the slushie from his face before he used his grabber to lift the cup and put it into his bag, moving along the beach from piece of garbage to piece of garbage, admiring a piece of beach glass that was glinting in the light, unaware that every action he took was being monitored from far above, the pale moon barely visible in the afternoon sky.

The light shining from the beach made it all the way through the refraction lenses of the strangely advanced, somewhat alien telescope positioned on the balcony of the Moon Palace, filtering it all into an image for the Void Ranger to watch from his remote vantage. He watched the bullies pull their prank on Cole and he watched Cole persevere, continuing on with his task. The wood and metal groaned under the strength of the Void Ranger's fingers until he realized how tightly he'd been gripping it.

With a frustrated grunt, he spun on his heel and stalked into the castle, reaching up to pull off his helmet. The air hissed as the seal was broken, revealing his bushy black beard and his ears pierced with shards of decayed black crystal. His slit eyes blinked and his heart thumped in his chest. He felt the war inside of himself, tugging both ways. Memory battled instinct, loyalty clashed with power.

It hadn't been so long ago that Cole had been his boyfriend... and any mistreatment of his boyfriend would have been met with a very quick response... But now? Now Max was sworn to bring down the rangers, to strip them of his power if he had to, or to turn it to his side if he could. The clash had given the Void Ranger an idea, an idea that he had been hungry to explore.

The door to the forge was broken, hanging off its hinges. Max didn't need anything slowing him down anyway. He moved to the cupboards and started rummaging through the old molds crafted by enemies long since defeated. Max cast aside the molds for Pudgy Pig and Eye Guy, double checking some of the smaller plates of metal before he stopped with a growing grin. Just thinking about the idea made his tight, lycra suit tighten over his groin.

Max opened the container of ancient clay, scooping it into his hand. He worked it, softening it up by kneading it and squeezing it before he collected some of the dark void crystals growing in the gap where his power coin once had been. He sprinkled the dust into the clay and worked it in before squeezing the clay into the mold for an equine adversary. The clay was pressed and the mold opened, revealing a winged horse man clad in armor, a large horn rising up from its muzzled head.

Steam began to spew from the Monster-Matic as it was turned on, and the Void Ranger sent the clay model down the conveyor belt. It disappeared into the slot as the machine's gears began to turn and spin, tubes pumping. Sparks and flame erupted from the far end, along with a fair amount of smoke before a seven and a half foot tall creature appeared in shades of gray and black. Yellow claws tipped its fingers, a mane of black running down its powerful neck. Yellow eyes glowed with malice, and sharp fangs formed a death-like grin.

A snort escaped the creature's nostrils as it looked around before meeting eyes with its creator. It slowly bowed its head, its horn lining up with the Void Ranger's chest. Max stepped forward, reaching out, wrapping gloved fingers around the unicorn horn to get a good feel for it. He ran his fingers down the length, feeling how thick it was at the base. The creature snorted happily at the touch.

"You are my Polluticorn. You will go to Oak Valley, you will contaminate it and spread your pollution... and then you will contaminate the teal ranger. Do not rest until he is as foul and corrupt as you are." Max whispered. The polluticorn snorted and bowed even lower before it was swept up in gray light, the energy stream shooting through the castle and racing down toward the Earth's surface. Max was left with a growing grin, imagining how delicious it would be when his boyfriend was finally back on his side.

****

It had long been said that Oak Valley was home to clashing architectural styles, ranging from classic Californian homes and schools to Japanese bridges and towers to Australian parks and public event spaces. The tourism board liked to celebrate the global diversity as a reason why Oak Valley was a premiere destination. Why go anywhere else when so many cultures came together in one place? Of all the architectural styles, however, the Oak Valley Biopharm plant in the foothills was particularly unique. From the thick cement walls of the bioreactor to the large geodesic spheres clad in mesh framework, it looked like something out of a science fiction movie.

The thick corrugated roof provided shade on the otherwise sunny day as scientists walked back and forth between the different laboratories and the cafeteria. Two of the scientists were walking and talking, sharing their recent findings, although they paused as something glinted in the light outside the shade of the roof line. Moving over, the lead scientist gasped. He pointed to his fellow and his partner shuddered in shock as well. Standing just outside of one of the tanks was a strange seven foot tall…. Horse creature.

It looked almost robotic from the metallic plates that ran along its muzzle, the long neck and the muscled body. The plates looked like anodized metal and dark yellow eyes gazed out appraisingly. The summer breeze wafted through the thick mane of black fur that ran from between the creature's pointed ears and down the length of its neck and spine. The waxy translucent wings behind its back were almost bee-like, but the ivory bone spiraling out of the creature's forehead clearly identified it as some sort of unicorn.

“Amazing what nightmares these humans have cooked up for themselves…" The polluticorn murmured to itself, turning slightly to see one of a dozen small rivulets and creeks that ran along the foothills, collecting into a larger river that ran down to the bay. “It seems they are destroying the planet faster than anyone could clean it up, not that I'm opposed to helping." The polluticorn chuckled before lowering his head. Energy crackled along the long bony horn before a bolt of energy erupted outward, striking the sphere. The lattice holding it together erupted into a shower of sparks and a plume of smoke wafted up from the burning plastic and metal.

“Oh my god, he's started a reaction…" One of the scientists said, but already the alert system was going off. Alarms, klaxons and sirens began to blare. Lights flashed and automated systems started going off. The polluticorn laughed and flapped his wings, blowing the smoke directly at the scientists before he lowered his head, firing several more bolts of energy outward. More sparks erupted from other collection tanks in the facility. Behind the creature, the first tank began to shudder and then groan before a sudden eruption came from near the base. A thick, viscous bluish-black liquid began to ooze and course out of the tank, slicking its way across the grass before running into the creek. The water and gravity did their thing, carrying the unprotected substance down the valley, heading toward the population center below.

****

The sound of aluminum cans crinkling and crunching was indistinguishable as Cole dropped another translucent green bag into the receptacle, relieved that in his volunteer work he'd separated the recyclables from the actual garbage. Sweat beaded his well tanned brow and he reached up to wipe it back, his thick brownish-black hair looking a little lighter from all the sun. Thankfully his polarized teal glasses had kept his eyes safe. He stood up on his tiptoes to make sure the bags had fully settled into the receptacle when he heard a distant alarm starting to swell. At first he felt a rush through his heart thinking it was the tsunami alert system, but it wasn't the right tone or the right direction.

As Cole came around the corner of the recycling station, the source became all too clear. The alarm was from a disused but apparently well maintained buoy in one of the inlets that ran into the bay. The water had risen dramatically, enough that the footpath from the pier and boardwalk to the slope out of the bay were submerged. Not only that, but the water didn't exactly look like water… It had an opalescent sheen and seemed to be both thicker than water and yet rushing at an impossible rate. There were already people gathering on the pier, realizing they were cut off by the surging liquid.

“I hate current events…" Cole murmured. Looking at the submerged footbridge, he knew part of the problem… There was a drainage screen beneath there that had become clogged with debris. It had been next on his volunteer clean up list, but he always started on the beach itself. Pieces of wood, cardboard, even brush was keeping whatever that sludge was from draining the rest of the way. It might have been good for the ocean that the flow was restricted, but not for the people. Cole had to act fast. Deciding he might need some sort of protection from whatever that was, Cole reached down into his pocket, finding that comforting cool piece of metal that was always on his person. Thrusting it out before himself, his young face was cast with the severity of the situation.

“It's morphing time! Mosasaurus!" He called out to the universe. The universe responded by pouring its energy into him, pooling streams of matter and power that ensnared and infused him. His fit beach body was covered with a stretchy material that took the best of neoprene and latex but brought with it tremendous durability. The colors of the sea formed around his muscles, save for bright white diamonds on his chest and ribs. White gloves with teal diamond formed around his arms and matching boots capped his feet. Cole's shaggy hair was held down to his skull as a thick helmet formed around it, a black visor lined with perfect silver shark teeth and a small fin running over the teal of the helmet. A space over his mouth was a perfect silver facsimile of what lips might be like, but sealed for Cole's protection. Stepping out from behind the recycling center, Cole began waving his arms.

“Everyone, please stand back! It isn't safe to be near the floodwaters. I promise you I'll get you out of this!" Cole said, lowering his voice a little as he did whenever he addressed the public in his Power Ranger suit. He was supposed to remain anonymous after all. The people were a little reluctant given the gravity of the situation, but it was human instinct to defer to authority. Most of them backed toward the elevated part of the pier, though Axel and Russ remained near the water line.

“See, I told you they'd save us!" Russ said. Axel slapped Russ in the chest.

“No, I told YOU that they'd save us." Axel said sharply. Cole tried not to let his annoyance show through his mask at his old high school bullies that he somehow had to deal with even after graduation. Sizing up the floodwaters at the edge, Cole began to wade in.

“Eww, talk about soup of the day…" Cole quipped as he felt it drag against his ankles like syrup, then tug at his knees, then finally his waist. He waded carefully, relieved that he had at least a vague idea of where the larger rocks and outcroppings were from preparing to clean it all up. He was standing on one of those boulders now, but the foot bridge that everyone would need to cross was just below the surface of the slop. He could try to bend down, but there was no guarantee he'd get good enough leverage.

“Come on in, the water's fine…" Cole murmured to himself before he stepped off the boulder and sank down to neck height. As his morpher sank into the sludge, there was a crackle of energy that halted through his body. Cole suddenly felt dizzy, imbalanced, even mildly disoriented. The current of the slime pushed him into the drainage screen he was trying to clear, eliciting a gasp from those that were watching from the pier itself.

“I'm not so sure you were right, dude…" Russ commented, “If we were really going to be saved, wouldn't there be more of them?"

“You really think this is a multi-ranger job?" Axel snorted. Criticism was sobering and it bright Cole back to the moment. He… really should have called for backup, but every time he thought to, he thought of all the people he couldn't call… Max was dead, TK had left, Rowan was missing. Cole's brow furrowed in his helmet. He used his gloved hands to push off the screen and groped around in the muck. He couldn't exactly pull the stuff back, but he could slide it out of the way until the pressure lessened. He started flinging out waterlogged boxes, plastic bags, shattered pieces of plastic buckets and boxes and more. It landed on the shore with cracks and snaps and wet slaps. The current started to increase as the sludge went under the bridge rather than over it, dropping the line of slime down.

Using all of his strength, Cole hoisted himself up the side of the creek, emerging onto the edge of the paved parking lot. The bluish-black slime dripped from his suit, staining the white parts blue and making the teal parts look gray. He tried to wipe it off of himself before remembering what was truly important.

“Alright everyone, get ready! I need a full evacuation as soon as the bridge is clear. I have to try and keep this stuff from running into the ocean once you're safe." Cole said, moving to the edge of the path like he was about to direct traffic. He watched through the visor as the sinister sludge continued to flow lower and lower until only a light sheen remained on the top of the footbridge. “Alright, careful! It's probably slippery. Come across one at a time, but quick! Come on, quick, quick!" Cole said, waving his arms. Axel and Russ nearly fell over each other, then nearly slipped as they rushed. Making it to the other side, they all but hugged each other - a fact that was made more challenging by the spikes on Axel's jacket. More people followed them, ranging from children to the elderly, little by little.

“Is that everyone?" Cole asked as the last few made it to the parking lot.

“Yes, I think so, yes." they said. Cole nodded, praying they were right. He'd put human life ahead of nature, but he had to try his best to save both.

Jogging across the edge of the creek, the parking lot gave way to cement steps that ran down into the sand. There was no way he could perfectly contain everything. It would seep into the groundwater, but still, he couldn't let it run off completely. Looking around, Cole spotted a stack of rocks that had been pushed out of the way when they'd built one of Oak Valley's newer beach front hotels.

A snap of energy came from Cole's hip as a blaster appeared in a holster that had not been there moments before. Withdrawing the firearm, Cole raised it and fired. A bolt of teal energy lanced out, cracking and shattering the bottom boulder. The rocks tumbled and fell, kicking up dust and sand, rolling across the narrow beach inlet and settling across the creek. While a little of the bluish--black sludge had made it past, the bulk had still been funneling through the drainage screen. It would at least give the authorities some time to do something. Returning his blaster to its holster, Cole raised his wrist and tapped his communicator.

“Theta, there's been a toxic leak at the-" Cole was cut off.

“Ay-yi-yi! Cole, I've been trying to reach you! I couldn't get through. Something's terribly wrong! There have been attacks at industrial sites all around Oak Valley! There are toxic spills, fires, it is a catastrophe!" The panic stricken robot exclaimed.

“Where is Kenji?" Cole asked.

“The purple ranger is up to his neck with this disaster!" Theta proclaimed.

“I know the feeling, but I need an actual location." Cole said.

“Kenji is at the-" Theta's voice cut out, dissolving into static, “...plant at the far edge of…." the voice fizzled out again before the communicator let out a chirp that it never had before.

“Theta? Theta?!" Cole exclaimed.

“Must be noise pollution…" A deep and frizzled voice said before a clawed hand wrapped around Cole's throat, lifting the teal ranger up. The polluticorn began walking with the ranger in his grip, the human's legs dangling while his hands tried to pry himself free. The polluticorn walked as if it was no effort, his metallic plates glistening in the setting sun. Cole used his body strength to bring his legs up, pressing his feet against the polluticorn's stomach and try to push off. To Cole's surprise, the polluticorn let go… but he also started to flap his wings.

Not only had Cole dislodged himself, sailing backwards, but the sudden gust of wind propelled him farther than he had calculated for. He crashed hard on the sand and rolled several times, feeling his right arm slip into something soft, gooey, and swirling. He glanced over to see the growing puddle of slime building up behind the boulders like a dam. The polluticorn pushed off, jumping high and gliding across the distance before landing. Once again that iron grip came down, grabbing Cole by the shoulders. The horse-like creature lifted him up, turned and dunked him into the toxic runoff. Cole grunted and flailed, arms and legs kicking around as his vision went black.

“No one likes a do-gooder." The polluticorn snarled, “Time for a little acid wash fashion." he smirked. Continuing to hold Cole down with one hand, the other reached down to pull back a loincloth. A bluish-gray cylinder of flesh slipped out, rising up under the heft of the polluticorn's hand. Unlike the mushroom shaped head a human might have on their member, this creature's tool was as blunt as his humor. The fleshy flare on the end of the flat head suddenly dilated before a sizzling stream of piss erupted from the polluticorn's shaft. The acrid golden stream splashed and splattered across Cole's chest and waist before pouring off of him and into the toxic sludge. It began to gurgle and churn around Cole, stirring with building energy.

Along the edges of the stream, the sea grasses began to wither and die, blanching of their color until they were like dry straw. The sand along the edges lost its natural luster, turning from a golden brown to an ashy gray. Trees at the edge of the parking lot started to shed leaves and needles, turning brown and brittle. The polluticorn lifted Cole up just enough so that the lewd stream of piss splashed and splattered across his now stained helmet, splattering across the depiction of the silver shark teeth and the pretend mouth.

“Hey, horn head! I think you missed the memo. Unicorns don't exist!" Kenji called out before he roundhouse kicked the polluticorn's muzzle. The monster spun, letting go of Cole as he stumbled a few paces back. Kenji reached down, the purple ranger hoisting the teal ranger out of the slime. “Bro, are you okay?" Kenji asked.

“Y-yeah, I will be… Let's do this." Cole said, though his body felt so incredibly drained of energy. He stumbled a bit as he stood up, but he fell into a fighting position.

“Two rangers, one of me… I like my odds." The polluticorn said, rolling his shoulders.

“I think it is time we clipped this guy's wings." Kenji said.

“Right!" Cole agreed. Both rangers pulled their blasters out at the same time and opened fire. Bolts of purple and teal energy arced out, slicing through the polluticorn's wings like tissue paper. The monster stumbled back and back and back before he snarled. Lowering his head, he charged. Putting one hoof in front of the other, the incoming fire from the rangers bounced and ricocheted off of his armor plates. Cole pushed Kenji out of the way, but the polluticorn turned his head at the last moment. Cole felt the sudden welt of hot, wet searing pain slash across his stomach and chest. Despite battle after battle, his teal and white suit had torn, leaving a gash of reddened, irritated flesh visible.

“When it acid rains, it pours!" The polluticorn snarled before putting his hands together, diving into the toxic sludge. The entire seven foot monster slipped in without so much as a ripple or a bubble, disappearing entirely. Kenji ran up to the river's edge, looking for him with animated movements of his armored head, the two ankylosaur horn nubs glinting in the sunset light.

“He could be anywhere!" Kenji proclaimed.

“Yes, but we'll… be… we'll be ready…" Cole murmured before the world left him behind and he fell forward to his knees, then his chest, his helmet slamming against the sand with an unsettling smack.

“Cole!" Kenji's voice echoed around him before everything went dark again.

****

Cole's sleep was deep, his dreams feverish. Blurry impressions of laughter with Max, tender intimacy with Max and then the bitter ache of being alone swirled around in a mélange of emotion that began to bubble and fizzle away as Cole became very aware of his sore body. He groaned a little, although as he came to he heard the sound of impressive, though not perfect, guitar music. Cole's brown eyes fluttered open, spotting the familiar creamy glow of the white Christmas lights taped along the ceiling molding of his bedroom.

He was in his own bed, his bay window looking out across a sea of stars above the hilltops at the edge of the valley. Cole turned his head, seeing Kenji there, his silver-purple hair spilled over his shoulders, his face lost in some sort of musical meditation as his fingers plucked the strings. Cole couldn't help but smile a little at the sight before his brow furrowed.

“How did I get here?" he asked. Kenji sat up a little straighter, setting his guitar down.

“I took you back to Theta when you collapsed. When you de-morphed, the slime came off thankfully, but your injury… We were worried." Kenji admitted.

“So naturally you brought me here?" Cole asked. Kenji looked a bit guilty.

“The hospitals are overrun right now… Burns, toxic inhalation, allergic reactions. They triaged it and sent you home with antibiotics." Kenji said. Cole sunk back into his bed, feeling his pillows cradle his head and shoulders.

“So you've been dragging me around like a rag doll all this time… because I couldn't hold my own in a fight." Cole murmured. Kenji's eyes widened.

“Bro, it isn't like that at all! You were fighting the thing before I even got there, and you'd already been swimming around in that stuff." Kenji said to try and make him feel better. When Cole didn't respond, Kenji continued, “Those people that you saved on the pier went on the news. Even Axel, talking about how amazing the Power Rangers are…" Kenji grinned. Cole laughed and then winced, reaching up to touch at the slice across his stomach and chest. He hissed even louder as he touched the irritated flesh. It was like the worst cat scratch he'd ever gotten.

“If they only knew we were the people they terrorized all through high school. They'd either love us in both forms or hate us in both." Cole said before sighing, “How bad is it out there?" he asked finally. Kenji hesitated.

“It's bad. It isn't exactly the sort of thing we were trained to fight, though. They've got every police officer, firefighter and member of the EPA out there trying to get it under control." Keni said.

“And the unicorn thing?" Cole asked.

“The polluticorn… it hasn't re-emerged. Without it being officially defeated, it is only a matter of time." Kenji explained.

“Then you need to rest up while Theta tries to find it. I can't have you sitting here as a nursemaid all night. I'll be fine…" Cole said.

“But what if you're not?" Kenji asked. Cole shrugged, though the gesture made him wince.

“Well, then I won't. Either way, you have more important things to do. Trust me Kenji." Cole said. Kenji pursed his lips before he got up, leaned over and gently half-hugged his friend before he grabbed his guitar by the neck. Looking back, the long haired ranger smiled softly.

“If you need anything, don't hesitate to call bro." he said. Cole nodded.

“You're number one on my speed dial." Cole said. Kenji gave him one last fond look before he excused himself from Cole's room and, after a few more moments, from the house. Cole sighed as he leaned back in bed.

It was one thing to be sick and asleep. You slept different, breathed different. It was worse to be sick and awake. He was hot and clammy at the same time, stiff in the joints but he felt like the rest of his body had been tenderized to a fine jelly. His muscles still ached from fighting the polluticorn after spending all day cleaning up the beach. The irony of that almost made Cole laugh so hard he hurt himself all over again. What was all that garbage he'd been swimming through? And how had the polluticorn been that crude? That thing had used its horse dick to pee on him… He could practically taste that rancid liquid through his helmet, to smell the ammonia, to feel the heat translating through his uniform and soaking into his chest… the chest that the unicorn had cut with that long, thick, sharp horn… He'd had that polluticorn's horn in his body, in his flesh, covered by his-

“Eww, what the fuck am I thinking…" Cole groaned. He forced his eyes shut and tried to go back to sleep. Mercifully, his body gave in to his demands and unconsciousness returned.

****

Minutes had passed, then a few hours. The stars still blazed outside, as did chemical fires in the foothills. When Cole finally woke again, it was because his bladder couldn't hold out anymore. The swimmer slipped out of bed, grunting a little at how stiff and tight his feet were. He wobbled from his bedroom to the ensuite bathroom, opening the door. Stepping inside, he flicked on the light. Glancing up at the mirror, he nearly startled himself to full wakefulness. His skin looked paler than it should have, almost a grayish tinge to the normally well tanned flesh. There were dark rings under his eyes and a small bump on his forehead, probably from where he'd hit the inside of his helmet when he'd fallen. The cut across his stomach and chest was still irritated, but instead of red it looked like it had clotted with dark purplish crust. Despite looking like the color had been drained out of him, his pectorals and abdominal muscles looked even better than usual.

Licking his parched lips, Cole unfurled his pajama pants and tugged them down. His cock flopped out, half hard and looking remarkably full. The fever his body had been running had forced his balls to dilate and sag, bloating outward, the flesh loose and full and round, looking larger than usual as well. Cole planted his feet on either side of the toilet, aimed his shaft and tried to release his muscles. To his surprise, despite how full his bladder was, they didn't immediately release. Grunting in a little bit of concentration, he bore down. There was a faint sting of resistance and then his golden stream arced out with such pressure that he missed the basin and hit the toilet seat, splattering everywhere.

“Shit!" Cole winced, pushing his dick down to aim it to the correct spot. To his surprise, his dick resisted by growing harder and firmer and fuller and longer. The erection only made the stream more powerful, stinging a bit as it flowed outward. Cole stepped back, then stepped back again and again, trying to compensate for the pressure and keep the stream where it needed to be.

As he watched, panting harder and harder, his cock grew… and grew… and grew. Inch by inch, it stretched longer, wider, fatter, fuller. He let out a moan as the shaft grew so long and fast that the mushroom shaped tip was pulled tight, squished and flattened until it stuck out on the sides a little. The torsion pried his urethra wider, allowing more piss out and decreasing the pressure. The experience had been so strange that Cole didn't care that the stream was now running down the front of the toilet basin. He was making a mess, but what did it matter? He looked down, absolutely shocked. His dick was a monster, over fourteen inches in length. As he held it, a rubbery ring began to swell about half way down, bloating outward, sensitive and alien and… equine. Blunt tip, medial ring, long as fuck? He was hung like a horse, or a unicorn.

Looking back up at the mirror, Cole realized his ears were pointed, ever so slightly. The bump in his forehead had to be a horn coming in… Turning around, his perfect bubble butt was capped by a nub of flesh slowly stretching out. He was growing a tail. What was it Kenji had said? Worried about infection? It wasn't like antibiotics were going to help with this… and honestly, it did look rather good on him. A strange, unusual smile crossed Cole's lips. He ran his tongue across teeth that felt unusually flat. His hand drifted back down to start stroking his horse meat as the last few drops of his piss left the shaft. He used his other hand to collect the dribble from the tip, reaching up where he could lick them clean. The sharp tang was delectable.

Curling his lips and snorting a bit through his nostrils, Cole moved back into his bedroom, sinking down into his chair. He coiled his right fingers around his horse dick, then his left. He began to slide his hands up and down, up and down, faster and harder, gazing at the absolute unit rising out of his groin. It was meant to be played with, to be enjoyed. This was a gift, an absolute reward after all the pain and loss and suffering in his life.

As Cole jacked off, he couldn't help but writhe. His toes were as stiff as ever, but the flesh between them stretched out into a web before the skin tightened, locking the toes in place. His toenails softened and seemed to spread outward, taking on a frothy consistency as his toes were tipped and capped with the keratin before it hardened again into a hoof-like coating. Cole shifted his weight side to side as that nub between his ass cheeks grew outward and longer, curling around his hip, growing a tassel of black fur on the end. Still Cole didn't let go of his dick. It rose up before him, climbing past his sternum, then his collarbone.

That fat, wide, blunt equine head was staring him in the face until he did what any young man would do in the situation. He spread his lips wide, leaning forward and popped the tip into his mouth. His tongue began to probe and tease the slit, his cheeks working to massage that flared head. As Cole sucked on himself, he was rewarded with a silky spurt of precum that tasted oddly like melted rubber and bleach. He swallowed it down and fingered his medial ring with one hand, reaching up to massage his pointed left ear as the point grew taller and fuzz grew down the back of it.

Cole wasn't just enjoying this, he was welcoming it. What had he ever gotten for protecting the environment? Ridicule and a slushy poured on his head. They'd barely stemmed the tide of anything while the world continued to decline. Those that went along for the ride were the ones that enjoyed it, and Cole was enjoying this. He kept sucking his huge dick off even as his face grew hot and numb. He'd push his head down as far as he could around his dick, his tongue massaging the underside of the flesh. When he pulled his skull back, though, his lips seemed to resist and try to stay where they were. Little by little, Cole's boyish face stretched into a muzzle. His nose flattened and broadened, his nostrils flaring. Brownish-gray fuzz grew down his cheeks and chin, across his nose and around his eyes… all save for the irritated, swollen bump on his forehead.

Cole grunted and murmured around his dick, reaching around for anything. He flailed and strained, his free arm digging around under his bed before he produced a big rubber dildo he'd hidden from everyone. Stumbling out of the chair and still sucking his own dick, Cole fell forward onto both knees and one hand. He thrust his hips forward to work the cock in his muzzle, using his left hand to maneuver the dildo around behind his ass. His new tail flicked up, revealing his rubbery, spongy tail hole beneath. Cole closed his eyes and drove the dildo home, sending it spearing into his ass the way that Max used to. He grunted and fed inch after inch deep into his body, fucking himself as his horse dick continued to swell fatter. His hooves scraped the floor of his room, his hearing going numb and deaf as his ears shifted to the top of his head.

His shaggy, mildly curly hair began to spread down the back of his neck and shoulders as it formed a mane. Cole's face scrunched up into tighter expressions of discomfort and pain until a searing wetness came from his forehead and a trickle of blood ran down. The horn that emerged at first was small and short, barely a pointed tip. Without warning, however, it began to extrude suddenly. Inch after inch pushed out of Cole's skull, taking with it his innocence and decency. As the bone emerged, it twisted and curved, two bones spiraling together.

When it reached four inches in length, Cole found his childhood goals and dreams laughable. When it reached six inches long he found the fact that he'd ever fought for other humans to be laughable. By the time it reached ten inches in length, the only thing he'd ever found true meaning in was when Max had been pounding his ass with his big dick, the leader of their team pumping cum into him in a way that filled his soul in a way nothing else could.

Hot blasts of steam curled out of Cole's nostrils as his face clicked and popped, setting into the equine muzzle. While a purple scar still ran across his stomach and chest, the chest was now dimpled with armor like plates of grayish-blue. More plates formed like calluses down the front and back of Cole's legs and arms. His fingernails darkened from ivory to gray to black, stretching into claws. There was even a flutter along the sinews of his back as yellow waxy wings began to form and stretch out, starting like flower blossoms unfurling before stretching out to their full size.

Cole remained there, feeding himself his huge horse dick by thrusting his hips forward, one arm braced on the floor to keep him upright while the other worked his dildo in and out of his ass, his horse tail flicking. A muffled neigh suddenly left Cole's lips as he tipped over the edge and putrid, viscous bluish-black cum began to pump into his mouth and throat. His flat horse teeth were stained by it as he gulped and swallowed it down, tainting his insides with the toxic sludge. The last of the human color drained from his skin, leaving it the same metallic color as the polluticorn. His leathery balls were full and round, his tail long and dangerous. He had shed his humanity, tainted by the pollution in the river. He craved it, that foul slime in all its forms… and he knew the one creature that could give him everything.

Whipping the dildo out of his ass, Cole rose to his hooves. He wobbled very slightly, unused to being so tall. His spine ached in ways that told him he had been growing taller while sucking and fucking himself. He had to be almost seven feet tall now. He flexed a little, admiring his bigger biceps and triceps, running a hand down his fat and juicy pec. His huge horse dick wobbled before him, not softening in the slightest after orgasm. It seemed he was always ready to go. Cole cleared his throat and snorted a little from his muzzle before he left his room, crossed the living room and strode out into the night, naked and unafraid. He had a polluticorn to catch. Silence filled the void that Cole left, the remnants of his frivolity puddled on the floor mere inches from where his abandoned morpher sat, the power coin emblazoned with the mosasaurus rapidly shedding its energy, returning it to the morphing grid.

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As fast and as far as the teleportation technology could reach, it was even more amazing how little impact it had when it deposited the two creatures in the throne room of the Moon Palace. The grayish white energy subsided, leaving the two equine creatures standing on their hooves, horns glistening in the refracted light from Earth hanging outside the window. The throne room had seen better days. It was poorly lit, the obsidian floor speckled with scorch marks and scratches. The palace walls seemed to be hewn out of the same moon rocks that littered the landscape outside. The singular points of focus were the telescope near the balcony and the jagged, partially melted throne. The two polluticorns looked up, seeing a figure sprawled out across the throne, one leg draped over the armrest to make room for him to recline more fully.

Despite his pollution addled mind, gears started to turn in what was left of Cole's mind. The figure resting on the throne looked like a Power Ranger, at least sort of… He had the gloves and boots, though the diamonds seemed to be melted and misshapen as if they couldn't quite remember what sort of shape to be. Similarly, the diamonds on the chest were uneven. Where the white ended, a dark gunmetal gray began that wrapped around fit and broad shoulders and shapely legs. It was as if all color had been drained out of the suit. Even the morpher was scarred, scratched and cracked. No power coin remained.

The helmeted head raised slowly, irregular and jagged teeths surrounding the black visor. Only the faint impression of where the dinosaur eyes had been remained. That same silver mouth rested near the base of the helmet though.

The figure sprung up onto those booted feet, picking up a staff from beside the throne. Unlike the ranger, the staff was elaborate and colorful with red, green and blue stones inside a sort of crescent shape inside an outer ring. The Void Ranger came up to the two, letting out a soft purr of satisfaction.

“Polluticorn, you may go… graze, or rest, or whatever it is you do." The Void Ranger said.

“Yes, sire." The original polluticorn said before striding off. By instinct, the second moved to join its master until the Void Ranger rested the tip of the staff against his chest. “No, not you…"

“What do you command, sire?" Cole asked from his equine muzzle. Max let out a constrained sigh. This wasn't quite right. He stepped back, raised his staff and tried his best to cast a spell. With a flash of light, Cole was returned part way to normal. He still stood on hooves with furry ankles, a horse tail swished behind his pert bubble butt and a very full, thick horse cock wobbled before him. His ears were pointed and a horn rose out of his forehead, but that shaggy brownish-black hair framed a boyish face otherwise. His skin was still pale, the edge of his eyes dark and the slash across his very well defined chest and stomach remained. His fingernails had remained metal flake colored as well, splotches of the grayish-black mottling his arms.

“That's better…" The Void Ranger said with delight. Cole blinked a few times, his horn aching as his brain tried to connect. He inhaled suddenly, looking at the man before him.

“M… Max? Max, is that you?" he asked. The Void Ranger reached up, unclasping his helmet with a small hiss. He pulled it off, shaking his head free.

While a little older than Cole, it appeared the last few years had aged him in several ways for better and for ill. His shaggy black hair had a streak of silver in it, but his already handsome face was framed by a thick, dense beard that descended over five inches from his jaw. His eyes were slit and silver like the Nagai they had once faced, his ears pointed as well.

“More or less." Max said. Cole rushed forward, wrapping arms around the Void Ranger. He buried his face in the ranger's shoulder, or at least tried to before his horn got in the way. He shuddered, pulled back, his chest heaving.

“I… I'm so sorry! I… I didn't realize. I never should have given up, I should have kept looking… But after Kierro, TK, you… I just…" Cole shuddered. Max stepped forward, pulling Cole close again.

“Shhh, shhh. This isn't a time to be sorry. This is a time of celebration. We're back together. You, me, Rowan…" Max said. Cole looked up, his eyes glistening.

“Rowan is here?" he asked. Max nodded.

“Oh yes, he joined me too… He's getting used to his new powers in the garden." Max explained.

“New powers?" Cole asked uncertainly. Max shrugged, walking back toward the throne with his arm around Cole's shoulder and the other hand gripping the staff.

“The Morphing Grid got jealous when I tried to keep my powers before. Now when a Ranger leaves, it takes their powers back…. But that's okay. I found ways to replace that power. How are you liking your abilities?" Max asked, sitting back on the throne, looking over his polluticorn boyfriend. Cole blushed a little, his cheeks turning purple rather than red.

“It feels amazing. I feel more powerful than I ever have before." Cole said with a bit of a thrill. Max grinned, stroking his beard with one hand.

“You don't know the half of it yet." Max said before he lowered that long staff, resting the edge of the intricately carved circle against Cole's thick horse meat. “Make my monster grow…" Max whispered. A crackle of energy surged through Cole's dick as it began to swell again, stretching outward longer and thicker, pulsing with every heartbeat. Cole wobbled a little, nearly stumbling.

“M-Max!" He begged, groaning, biting his lip, “I need you so bad. I've always needed you!" He begged.

“Then come to papi, I'm right here." Max said, reaching down to run two fingers along the groin of his suit. A seam formed and the gray stretchy fabric pulled back, allowing two equally handsome, slightly inhuman pointed dicks to slither free, rising up and bloating from his groin. As Max grinned, he betrayed the Nagai fangs he'd gained from his long lost captors.

Cole stepped forward, easily climbing up onto the throne. He straddled the Void Ranger on either side of his hips, carefully planting his knees. Glancing over his shoulder, he lined himself up a little.

“Are you sure about this? I'm a bit-" Max gasped as Cole brought himself down, stretching his rubbery ring over both heads of Max's hemiphenis. The polluticorn began to writhe up and down, bouncing himself, using the weight of his upper half to wedge deeper and deeper onto those cocks. Max returned the staff to its resting place and grabbed onto Cole's hips with both hands. It was not lost on him that Cole's horse cock was so big that it was already brushing against his frizzy beard as it grew taller and prouder. Throwing caution to the wind, Max brought his mouth around that huge head, suckling and slurping as he went.

Cole moaned, throwing his head back, his unicorn horn tracing circles and shapes in the air as he wriggled and writhed. His body existed only for pleasure now; both his and that of his partner. He snorted a little through his nostrils despite not having a muzzle at the moment, feeling those twin cocks snake their way up deeper and deeper inside of him. Of all the things to think of, he thought back to Axel and Russ on the pier. While he'd been slaving away, they'd been having the time of their lives tormenting him and not caring about the environment. Perhaps that was the natural order of things. Life was certainly more fun as a polluticorn, and if that was the price to pay to be reunited with his dead boyfriend, then so be it.

Max hissed and groaned, lifting his hips, thrusting up into that ass. It was so good - too good. He'd tried to pleasure himself with the monsters he created before, of course. He'd dabbled in both dark and dangerous magic. It wasn't the same as the real thing, and it certainly wasn't as good as claiming an ass that had once been his and had been reshaped into a new form now. Cole had always been meant to be his partner, and now no one would torment him or mistreat him. He would be a lieutenant in the Void Ranger's army…. Or perhaps a groom. Stranger things had happened within the walls of the Moon Palace before.

The moans and groans coming from the two males grew louder, echoing off of the palace walls. The way Cole moved was sinewy and majestic, less restricted in this halfway form than either his human or polluticorn bodies. Such wet, lewd sloppy sucking sounds came from Max's lips as he sucked Cole off, but equally unsettling were the sloppy noises coming from Cole's ass. The two bumped and ground well into the night, though it was impossible to know what time it was on the moon. Both seemed to be in a race and yet both wanted it to last for all eternity. To their mutual surprise, it seemed to be Max who was going to orgasm first.

The Void Ranger pulled back, panting, precum soaking his beard and making it glisten. His silver eyes were wild, his fangs having extended to new lengths. He stretched up and sunk them into Cole's shoulder, making him cry out in surprise. Max felt his venom sacks start to contract, pumping a variety of liquids into Cole's body. As Max felt his bite do its magic, his twin cocks began to unleash their foul seed inside of Cole's body. Spurt after spurt came, filling his intestines with his silvery seed.

Feeling the penetration of two fangs and two dicks, each of which was filling him with liquids, Cole couldn't edge any longer. He came and he came hard. His massive pillar of horse dick shuddered, spasmed, and then began to gush forth a fountain of bluish-black acrid semen that arched over the back of the throne, splattering across the tile. Where it landed it let off a noxious steam, staining the castle floor where it landed. It came in copious amounts, uneven globs, sputtering and splattering. Cole threw his head back, his horn pulsing with energy, a dazed look spread across his pale complexion. His tail swung back and forth and if his wings were out, he would have been buzzing them.

After what felt like an eternity, Max finally pulled his fangs out of Cole's neck and sat back on the throne. The polluticorn slumped against him, pinning his huge tool between their muscular bodies. Aside from a stray bit of wetness, Max felt like Cole had reached the end of his climax. The young polluticorn was left panting on Max's chest, arms snaking around his ribs, holding him tight. Max reached one hand around to rest on Cole's back, telling him without words that he'd never leave again. They'd lost too much time together. This was the start of a brand new beginning.