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A Superior Defense Chapter 4: Perils and Pleasures For Heru By Draconicon

"Keep going...spread out in a solid...ring around the equator...Arctic circle...and Antarctic circle."

The cobra kept a close eye on the readouts on his screens, shaking his head a few times as the Hands of Light spread further and further out from the planet. He knew that those that weren't space-capable were equipped with power armor and other things that would keep them breathing while they were out there, but it was still unnerving to see so many of his people just hanging in emptiness.

He could feel all their voices coming back to him, responding individually to his orders. If it weren't for his powers, there was no way that he could filter through that many voices. But even his powers had limits.

That was why he was balls-deep in the mouse between his legs, languidly thrusting in and out. Samuel groaned at the feeling of that tight little hole squeezing around him, milking his shaft with every thrust, and Gerold - the mouse - moaned in similar fashion.

"There's...so much..."

"Just a little longer...they're almost in position."

He patted the rodent's hips, his breath coming hard and fast despite their slow rut. It had to be slow; Gerold's power of telepathy was strong, but it wasn't something that the mouse could keep going in the middle of a hard rut. Too many distractions, Samuel had been told, and he couldn't afford those now.

Still...it was a big temptation, a very big one, to throw caution to the winds and just fuck the mouse as hard as he could. Even now, seated as he was with the younger male rocking his hips back, feeling that plush, white-furred ass grinding against his scaly crotch, he wanted to take it and fuck his slut into the ground. No matter how useful, how key he was to the defense of earth at the moment, he wanted it...

Why do things have to be so... He bit off the word 'hard.' Complicated?

"Sir...Titan Tiger...wants to speak privately."

"Let him in."

Samuel leaned back, feeling his dick slide past that overly stretched rim, and soon leaving only the head of his cock inside of the mouse. It was a hot, eager hole, though, and it started swallowing him up again as the leader of the Hands of Light spoke to him through the telepathic link.

"Sir, we're about as spread out as we can be. If anything comes, we'll be ready...as ready as we can be, anyway."

"That's all I've ever asked, Hector. Now, I want you to keep an eye out. The aliens can come from any - mmph - any direction, and I don't want us caught by surprise. Space has no rules as to what is up and down; they might come from beneath the south pole, or they might come from out by the equator."

"I gathered, sir. Don't worry. The people of earth will be safe with us here."

"I hope so..."

The cobra shuddered, and not entirely from the feeling one of his other heroes licking his balls.

This was the thing he'd been preparing for during the last few years, ever since he formed the Hands of Light, and then the Hands of Dark. Things had gone off-course when the government tried to stop the spread of heroes, tried to hold them accountable to the government and nothing else, but he had fixed that.

Fixed it, and then some. He groaned as Gerold took him to the hilt again, grinding down against his balls.

"Connect me to...to Shadow."

Keep it together, Samuel. Just this last battle, and then it's over. Then you can stop thinking of all this stuff, and go back to a normal life. Just don't mess up now.

"Yes...Patched through, sir."

"Are you all set?"

"About as set up as I can be. You know, it's not easy to keep four shuttles completely invisible. Particularly when your ass hurts like hell."

He would have chuckled, if the situation were a little less serious. The night before, he'd tried to burn off more of his lust, tried to empty his balls as many times as he could before the battle. Shadow, the head of the 'villainous' Hands of Darkness - though he knew the rat as Dirk - had been one of those 'lucky' enough to be called in for that duty. He doubted that the rat could sit down at all, today.

"I'm sorry. It didn't...exactly work."

"No shit. I can hear every little grunt and gasp from here. So, what's the plan?"

"That depends - ah - on what the aliens do. If they come by the moon, you have your group out there to handle them. If they come from elsewhere..."

"So, we're playing it by ear."

"Yes."

"You know I hate that."

"Not much choice. Keep an eye out, and your channel open."

He waved his hand, and the mouse closed the telepathic link. The cobra couldn't take much more waiting, and gave in to his lust.

Almost falling off of his chair, he laid his massive body over the little mouse. Considering that he'd grown so tall, almost nine feet tall, the cobra completely overshadowed the rodent, making him look like a little kid in terms of size beneath him. If it hadn't been for his own power...

Samuel reached out again, teasing Gerold with a sudden tightening of the rodent's hole. The mouse squeaked beneath him, gasping and shuddering as the stretchy rim suddenly lost a great deal of its elasticity, forcing the mouse to feel just how big the cobra was.

"So...so..."

"Tight..."

Grunting, he started rocking back and forth, his hands holding the mouse in place as much as his body did. The feeling of a spandex top grinding against his chest was something he was used to, by this point, a sensation that he actually appreciated more than the bare skin that most people dealt with in bed. It was a mark of his power, a mark of the submission of his partners, that they fucked him in their super garb.

He slammed his cock in again and again, forcing that hole to bend to his will physically, rather than cheating with his powers. Each thrust was faster than the one before, forcing the mouse's body to submit or be broken.

He could taste the musk and submission in the air, feel the way that Gerold was his. Not just through the conditioning he'd left in so many of the heroes and villains - though that was definitely a part of it - but in genuine joy. The mouse had been a shy little human back when Samuel had found him, an outsider, an invisible student at a college that nevertheless knew more than anyone around him.

Now he was a key part of the effort to defend the planet, and Samuel knew that Gerold knew that it was all due to him. The mouse pushed back, and Samuel grinned at the feeling of those huge balls smacking against his.

"Please...fill me...fill me, sir..."

"Yesss...."

His hiss only came out when he was too horny to hold it back. The cobra's hood flared, and his tail thrashed behind him, smacking against the large throne that he'd been sitting in. It took the beating as well as the mouse's hole took its fucking, which was to say, very.

In and out, in and out he went, Gerold's hole slowly breaking down with each thrust. It loosened around his cock again, his size forcing it loose and open. He groaned, his toes curling in bliss as he felt himself getting closer and closer, his need taking him higher and higher. Samuel shivered, squeezing down on the little mouse and pulling him down on his cock, hilting him again and holding himself there.

It didn't take long for him to go over the edge, with that. He didn't thrust, but ground his cock in and out with the last few thrusts, forcing Gerold over the edge a few seconds before he did the same. The hot, thick load that he'd been building up splattered all over the inside of the mouse's hole, and he moaned as the plentiful seed splashed back out, so much of it that it couldn't stay inside of the rodent.

He pulled back as he kept on cumming, letting the last few shots paint the telepath's ass cheeks, and only then did he let the mouse collapse on the floor. Gerold lay there in a puddle of his own cum, with a massive geyser of the snake's seed squirting out of his ass.

"He'll be okay..."

That was what Samuel told himself. In these moments, just after one orgasm and before the lust took hold of him again, he wondered if he was taking things too far. Yes, it let him focus when he took these boys for his own, when he pulled them in and fucked their brains out and let loose with his powers and his need, but at the same time...At the same time, what was it doing to them? What were the long term effects of having their brains and bodies re-written again and again?

He glanced around him, for the first time in a half hour conscious of anything besides the monitors showing the distribution of his forces and the mouse that was panting on the floor. No less than ten other heroes - and villains, but mostly heroes - stood around him, at attention with their suits on. Most of them were completely erect, and those few that weren't at least sported a semi-erection through their spandex.

He'd altered all of them, taking the mental conditioning further than he had with the people around the planet. Each of them was told to find ways of using their powers as well as their bodies to please him. Like Steve, otherwise known as the Rubber-Band; the coyote was used to being a living condom, stretching himself out wide so that the cobra could fuck him, and the bulge that came through the coyote could be shoved into another hero at the same time. Henry, the Lightning Rod, was good at e-stim, and the bat used it frequently.

Samuel appreciated all of them, but in that moment, couldn't help but feel some guilt over what he had done with them. Nobody should have to think of perverted, sexual things non-stop. He had assembled them precisely to avoid that torture for himself, precisely so that he could keep thinking straight.

The moment passed, though, as he felt his cock throbbing to life once more, the thick shaft already rising upwards against his stomach. As his balls churned with seed, he snapped his fingers, and two wolves - twin brothers, a fire and ice pair - pulled away from the wall. They went to their hands and knees, crawling over to him, before stopping at his sides.

Idly letting his hands fall to their asses, he found the hole that had been cut into all the costumes and slid a finger up their asses. They moaned softly, their breath hot against his crotch.

"Lick me."

Two long, eager wolf tongues started licking his cock from both sides, cleaning it of his seed after the heavy orgasm that he'd just been through. Samuel groaned, but didn't let himself dwell on it for too long. He knew that it wouldn't be too much longer before the aliens appeared, and he couldn't miss that.

The radiation, my heroes, my control, the aliens...

A part of him wondered if they were all tied together. When he'd tracked the waveform that had carried the radiation to earth, he'd known that it had to come from something. When he found the aliens that were coming to earth, he'd treated the emerging heroes and villains as something he could use, something fortuitous that might save their planet.

But what if there was something there...what if there was something in common between the two events? It was an astronomically unlikely chance that they had anything to do with each other, but it was something that he couldn't help but consider.

He sighed, shaking his head as he tried to enjoy the feeling of the two brothers sliding their tongues all over his cock. They were rather skilled, he had to admit. One focused along the head, and the other focused on the base. They seemed to nudge his cock back and forth between them, always giving it plenty of attention, always lobbing it right into the other tongue so it could get the proper pleasure that it deserved.

His fingers dipped into their holes, two now, rather than one. They groaned, licking harder as he felt them, filled them. Their prostates were nice and swollen - another addition he'd given to his men - and it only took a few little rubs to get them both panting and gasping for breath. The snake smiled at them, hearing the solid 'smacks' of their cocks slapping against their bellies every time that he touched them in the right way.

"You are being so very helpful. Thank you...for keeping me focused."

"Yes, master..."

"So happy to serve, master..."

He felt his own cock throb at their words, even though there was a slight pang of guilt at the way that they referred to him that way. It was...Not quite wrong, he supposed. They were serving him the way that one would serve a master, and with such dedication...

Stomping down on his unease, he glanced back at the mouse. Gerold watched the fun with an understandable amount of envy, eagerly reaching around and fingering his ass to the show. The cobra cleared his throat.

"Is anyone reporting anything?"

"No, sir...Not from the heroes, or from any of the official channels."

That was something, at least. After the Hands of Light had taken over for a number of government officials, the world had started bending knee to the supers relatively quickly. It hadn't been part of his original plan, but with the United Nations and the countries of the world sending him funds, offering military units, and giving him space-scanning technology that didn't have to be filtered and gained through his own powers...well, he wished he'd thought of it on his own.

Then again...

He glanced back up at the screen. Scans could only go so far, and they barely had stuff that would see past the moon. That was only on the equator, as well. He waved at the mouse again.

"Tell Titan Tiger to take the heroes around the Antarctic circle and make a pass towards the south pole. Full scanning."

"Yes, sir."

The ass-fingering mouse passed the order silently, and Samuel watched - occasionally moaning when the wolf brothers found a sweet spot on his cock - as a number of green dots on the screen started moving south. They came from all sides of the world, some flying under their own power, some with the help of mechanized armor, but they all followed his orders. They gathered nearer and nearer to the pole -

"Good lord..."

And as soon as the suit-wearing ones arrived, the screen lit up with red globes and triangles, symbols for large ships and fighter-class vessels, the latter about half the size of the shuttles that the Americans had used in the past, the former bigger than a skyscraper.

This was going to be a little more complicated than he thought. Samuel immediately pushed one of the wolf brothers under him, dragging that muzzle around his cock.

"Put me on full broadcast, Gerold."

Theoretically, he could reach out and do this on his own, but it would be more difficult, use up more of his energy. If they failed...well, if the supers failed, then he would be the only one left that could do anything against the aliens. Information manipulation was a powerful tool, but he needed a close range for it. And if he was exhausted, he'd need to be touching them.

No, better to give orders and work from there.

Even so, he bit his lip as hundreds of voices filled his head at once, most of them panicking to some degree or another at the sight in front of them. Samuel took the images they gave him, and started working on a strategy.

_Large domed ships, not much in the way of propulsion. Colony ships? Something to terraform?

Fighters are needle points. Not much in the way of thickness. Hard to get in side shots, but probably fragile. Keep them from using that maneuverability._

"Alright, Titan Tiger. I want you to set up a blockade against them. You have...four force-field generators in your group. Set them up to block the fighters. Walls, you hear me? Walls. Create them at the last second in front of the fighters, let them smash in, and repeat. Get the strongest guys you can towards those dome ships. Smash them if you can; I don't want any of them getting into the atmosphere."

"I'll try, sir, but it'd be a lot easier if I had the Hammer down here to help."

"I can't do that yet, Titan. I need him at the equator. Just in case."

"Just in case...of what?"

"I'm not sure. Just a feeling."

"...Understood, sir."

He let himself slip into the telepathic link a little further, and watched through his tiger's eyes.

Stars flicker around him, the vastness of space set against a massive planet behind them. The ships coming from below - or is it above - as they move towards earth. Can't let it happen. Two heroes - one in green, the other in black armor - step forward, their arms spread out against the dozens of small ships shooting in towards them.

The ships shatter against the shield, and the green hero grunts, his eyes rolling back in shock. A teleporter steps up, pulling him back, away.

More to come, more rushing, and the black-armored hero keeps throwing up shield after shield. No more big ones, but many small ones, breaking the fighters along it.

Titan Tiger roars, rushing forward against the bigger ships. A striped fist - metal covered in stripes, Samuel notices - leads the way, and smashes into the transparent metal dome. It cracks. A dozen more fists hits, and it shatters, the vacuum of space coming through, sucking out all that live within.

"Again!"

Tiger shouts, leading the defense.

Samuel pulled himself back, panting at the swell of information, at the sight of all the bodies that were yanked out of that spaceship as it was cracked and destroyed. He hadn't expected that. He knew that it would be the fastest way to break it, but he hadn't thought that it would do so much...

The welcome distraction of the wolf around his cock pulled him back to reality, and he moaned as he felt the other brother move down, licking at his balls. The snake rocked back and forth a few times, riding the pleasure of having his cock taken care of, but it couldn't last.

"Stop...stop for now. Just for now."

As the brothers pulled away in a blur, the cobra's cock throbbed in complaint. He felt the urge to grab hold of the brothers again, to fuck the hell out of them and use them until his cock went soft. Which it never would, Samuel realized. He knew that it would never actually give him peace again, never be anything but voracious for sex, but he had to focus on the battle.

He watched the readout, seeing some of the red dots go black in small flickers. They faded away, the big ones falling back into the empty void of space, while the small ones just completely shattered.

But his heroes were taking casualties, too. Smaller numbers, admittedly, but there weren't many to start with. Maybe two hundred heroes at the bottom of the planet, while the others circled around the northern hemisphere. Two hundred at the start, perhaps a hundred seventy now. Thirty losses against perhaps a thousand aliens, so far; most commanders would call that a major victory, but those thirty people...

"Shadow."

"Right here, boss. You want me to -"

"No. I want you to start swinging yourself around the planet. These coordinates."

"What? What the hell is this going to do?"

"Just do it. Now."

"...I know that tone. Alright. You got it, boss."

There were no scanners capable of picking up Dirk's little squadron of shuttles, but he knew that they were there. Starting to fire up their engines, shooting up from the equator to the Tropic of Cancer, and then putting their rockets to maximum thrust. He could barely make them out with his own powers, and if that was the case, he doubted that any of the alien technology would be able to pick them out.

That's it, Dirk. Get those shuttles up to a high velocity...

The coordinates and math he'd sent along through the mental link would have the shuttles moving faster and faster, slingshotting around the earth until they reached an insane velocity. He'd have to keep in mind where the shuttles were, and make sure that they weren't kept it in for too long (he didn't want the speed to blow the shuttles apart, after all) but if he was right -

And he was. The screen suddenly lit up past the moon, towards the dark side. If the red light around the south pole had been a swarm of enemies, this was a sea of them. The entire right side of the screen turned red in a millisecond.

Samuel stared at it, slowly shaking his head.

"Hammer, are you seeing this?"

"I'm seeing it. This is...this is insane. We'll give our lives, but...but there's no way that we can beat that."

He slipped into the telepathic link again, taking a moment to see what Hammer saw.

The blot of green and black metal overshadowed the moon, and he shivered as he knew the rhino was doing. There was no doubt that the massive ship was the center of the alien fleet, no doubt that it would wipe out the earth in a second if it wanted to. Already, the sheer size of it was pulling at the moon, starting to alter its orbit.

Worse, through Hammer's eyes, he could see it releasing more and more of the fighters and colony ships that had come along the south pole. It wasn't just the big one to deal with, but the many others as well.

"Hammer...Listen to me very carefully."

In an instant, Samuel pulled at all the information he had, and tried to ignore the fact that he was jerking off as well. If it took care of his lust for a moment, he could deal with them hearing him fapping to the fight.

"I want you to take all remaining heroes and form a ring formation. Leave about four hundred feet diameter in the center of the ring. You have..."

How many? How many left?

"Fifty people with super strength, and twenty gadgeteers, yes?"

"To my shame, yes. I wish I had more."

"Space out the gadgeteers equally, and put the fifty with super-strength at the top of the ring. If you have anybody with will-creation, put them towards the compass points of the ring. We'll need that."

"What will that do?"

"I'm guessing here...but I think they're using the moon to hide a weak point of the ship. There's no reason to come in with the moon blocking them, if it's a weapon, and it doesn't hide them."

"Then shouldn't we go AROUND the moon?"

"No. You're going through it."

"Through? That's -"

"Just do it, Hammer!"

He turned away from the screen, unable to hold himself back. He dragged another hero away from the walls, this one a tiger. He bent him over, giving him a few brief licks over his hole before standing up and sliding in. It was less than he wanted to do, but he didn't have time. And jerking off wasn't distracting him enough, anymore.

"Gerold, back to Shadow."

"Mmmph..."

"Gerold!"

The mouse squeaked in shock, and nodded. He pulled his hand out of his ass, and concentrated. A second later, Samuel had the shadow commander in his head, complete with the g-forces that the rat was going through. He pushed that to the side.

"Dirk, I have new coordinates."

"Fan-fucking-tastic, boss. Want to tell them to me before or after my brain gets pulled down to my feet?"

"I'm setting up Hammer's forces to a ring formation, heading towards the moon. As you come around, you're going to shoot straight through them. With this much velocity, you should be able to get from earth to the moon in record time."

"To the - And how the hell are we going to land there?"

"You're not. You know those custom weapons we have on the shuttles?"

"Boss, I ain't no physicist, but I'm pretty sure that's gonna do a lot more than cut a hole through the moon..."

"Better a hole in the moon than a hole in the world. Here's the coordinates. Do it."

"Ugh...got it. Just make sure -"

"Your men aren't in the line of fire. And they'll be safe."

"Better be."

He cut out the channel, and turned to watch the screen again. The tiger grunted and moaned again and again under him, swallowing the cobra's massive cock up his ass. Samuel knew that most males would have been screaming in pain from it, but he didn't care. All of his heroes were made to be able to take it. All of them had been altered, all of them changed to be able to accommodate the twenty-plus inches he had inside of them.

He humped away as he watched the screen, seeing the green ring that formed ahead of the earth and moved towards the moon. Occasional bits of ordinance burst out of the ring, heading towards the ships that passed over and under, but mostly it kept moving forwards. Samuel panted, curling his toes into the ground as the massive mothership moved closer, and closer.

The battle on the south pole was almost done, but there was no way that Titan Tiger and his forces could move up to reinforce the ring. It was down to -

"Hands of Darkness...take off."

A fortuitous thing, it seemed. Most of the Hands of Light had been superpowered, rather than geniuses or anything along those lines. Those on the Hands of Darkness, on the other hand...

Hundreds of spacecraft took off from the moon, each one sporting weaponry that had never been seen on earth. Rail guns that had been taken up to the nth level shot debris that cut through the domes faster than any punch. Lasers burst through space, carried at the speed of light and ripping through fighter craft that threatened the hero ring.

Several spacecraft pulled into the lead, and he smiled as he saw the few supers that the HoD actually had. One flew over the ring, and spread out his hands, spreading a forcefield over the ring as a barrage of missiles and lasers were finally unleashed. Another flew to the bottom, and a wave of red sparks started to fly over the ring, the whole group flying faster, faster.

Samuel groaned, feeling his cock throb as his tiger took care of him, humping back harder and harder. The snake knew that he was going to blow his load soon, but he tried to hold back, wanting to keep his eyes on the battle.

"Dirk...now!"

Suddenly, the shuttles appeared on the screen, the cobra leaning forward and resting his chest on the tiger's back as the blips of the shuttles shot across the screen. They passed through the center of the ring - just as planned - and opened fire on the moon. Samuel couldn't see it on the screen, but if it worked as planned, the weaponry was boring a hole right through the center. He would have preferred to use it on the alien ships, but with the moon as a shield...

He groaned, brought over the edge to another climax. The snake slumped over the tiger, panting heavily as he emptied himself in the feline's ass. It was a hard, heavy orgasm, finally draining him enough to think clearly again.

Gadgeteers on the ring. Should have force-field devices. Plant them as they go through the open hole. Will-creationists fill the hole best they can, add mass to keep moon from collapsing inwards, from messing with the world. Super-men, shuttles, and ships pass through...hit the weak-spot if there is one...

Belatedly realizing that he was passing out, Samuel pushed himself to take one more look at the battle. He slipped into the Hammer's head again, looking through his eyes.

_The hole opens, expanding further and further. The Hammer is shocked at the destruction, unable to look away, even as he and the other heroes are brought forward faster than ever before, carried on the speed force of one of their oldest enemies, and shielded by another.

He lets some of the ring break, watching as some of the gadgeteers place down devices, leaving shimmering blue swirls as force-fields prop up the broken interior of the moon, saving what can be saved.

The hole opens at the end, revealing an opening. A massive, flaring opening that is only slightly smaller than the moon itself. Through his helmet, the Hammer can see an energy core past it. An energy core that might just be the power source for the whole ship.

"Forward! For the world!"_

Samuel smiled, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Hey, don't hog it."

"Says you. You just had a turn."

"Look, he's looking around."

More than that, Samuel was casting his powers all about him, feeling the situation before he dared open his eyes. The shame of knowing that he'd been 'serviced' in his sleep and not woken up for it told him how far gone he must have been.

Was it because he had been using his powers subconsciously? Had the three dozen orgasms leading up to the battle drained him that much? Or was it something else?

Regardless, the cobra felt out the room, and knew that he was surrounded by people he could trust. Titan Tiger - Hector, Hector Marquez - and the Hammer - Roger - were there. He made himself use their civilian names, made himself name them what they were supposed to be, if this whole hero thing had never happened.

They weren't the only ones there. A dozen or more heroes were present, as was Dirk. The rat stood at the end of the room, he realized, staying out of the crowd, and generally keeping to himself. He seemed...amused, if anything.

He could have gotten more information, but even using his powers that much had his hands itching to pull the head on his cock down further, and he didn't know if it was a hero he had trained to take it. Instead, Samuel groaned, pushing that mouth back - even if it made him want to whimper - and sat up.

"I take it...we won?"

"Yes, sir."

Titan Tiger nodded, and the muscled feline smiled.

"The ships are no more. Every single one of them has been ground to dust, and their flagship -"

"Is destroyed, obliterated, the way that all evil must be!"

Samuel wasn't the only one to roll his eyes as the Hammer's speech. The cobra knew that most of the heroes were aware of the protection they'd received from the Hands of Darkness, how the villains had done so much to save the world as well. He doubted that there'd be any continued war between the two guilds.

Then again, he didn't think he could let the two guilds continue.

Pulling himself to his feet, the cobra loomed over everyone else. Despite the gains in size and bulk that every super had gotten with their new form, he was still the biggest, still the one with the most power, the most...manhood. He blushed slightly as it swung between his legs, trying to ignore the insistence with which it nudged him for action.

"You did...so well. But I think..."

He took a deep breath.

"I think it's time that we start going back to normal."

Not one of the heroes looked happy about that. He raised his hand to forestall arguments.

"We've changed so much. All of you...have any of you thought of what you used to be? What kind of human you were, before the change came upon you? Look at me. I've changed, perhaps more than any of you. I can't..."

He groaned, clenching his hands into fists as his cock started bobbing up and down, twitching and begging for the people in front of him to pay attention.

"I can't even think without this thing coming up anymore. I can't...I haven't been human for years. I...I'm making things worse, the longer I have these powers. I'm changing people, changing reality. Changing you. How..."

"Sir, we -"

"Hector. When was the last time you even heard your name?"

The tiger blinked, and slowly looked down. Samuel turned.

"Roger. When was the last time you did anything that wasn't out of a comic book? And you, Gerold. Do you even remember what you went to college for?"

He went through all of them, each of them slowly lowering their eyes. For each one, he knew that they had let the superhero business take over their lives, and he knew that he had pushed it. As much as they had done, as much as it had been necessary, he'd used them. Every single one of them.

As he turned on Dirk, the rat cracked his tail like a whip. Even Samuel paused, shocked at the defiance from the rat. Dirk stepped forward, pushing his way through the heroes.

"You want to talk about change, boss, let's talk about change.

"Let's talk about the fact that nine out of ten of my boys were homeless, orphans, or were stuck in some shitstorm that they had no way out of before this happened. Let's talk about the fact that, if you hadn't come around, all of us would have either gotten killed or ruined the lives of the people around us. Fuck, let's talk about the fact that every damn one of us had dreams of being something bigger than normal.

"Maybe you had a good life before this started, boss. I don't know what the hell you did; I don't know whether you were lying to us from the start, or if it was all true. But I know that our lives are one hundred fucking percent better since this happened."

The rat stood up to him, and before Samuel could react, Dirk grabbed him by the dick. Grunting at the sudden pleasure, he was helpless as the rat started jerking him off.

"And if the price I fucking pay to have a good life is to let you fuck with my head and body every so often, that's a price I'm willing to pay."

"...Me too."

A furred tiger paw grasped him by the balls.

"Me three."

A leathery rhino hand pulled his hand over to a big, muscled gray ass.

More and more of the heroes stepped up, even as Dirk turned around and pulled up his tail. Samuel couldn't stop them as they offered him not just themselves, but the world with it. He tried to turn them down, tried to convince them that their lives would be better if they went back to normal, but as that furred rump slammed down on his cock, he stopped thinking.

There was no thinking when sex was to be had, and being unconscious had restocked him fully.

So be it, he thought as he started slamming himself into Dirk's hot hole, rutting the rat as Roger reluctantly - but secretly eagerly - turned and offered his hole. He started tonguing it, sliding his tongue in as he fucked the loud-mouth rat.

So be it...the world will be changed...but at least they'll be happy.

The End