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"You don't need her, Chad." said Falcon in my head. "You have me..."

Falcon was the inter-dimensional, non-corporeal, mystical energy being that inhabited my body. He was my constant companion, giving me his wisdom when I heard his voice in my head.

I was in my apartment, lying on my bed while looking up at the ceiling, the comforting hum of the air conditioning in my ears. It was night outside and neon lights from the building across the street added a faint purple glow to my dimly-lit room. I was wearing my costume: skin-tight, shiny blue leotard and boots. I found it more than fitting for a white wolf such as me, perfectly showing off my athletic frame and strong, bare legs. When I wasn't doing my job, I just wore it under my casual clothes.

"Falcon, I can't even see you! I can't just spend all my time being a superhero. Do you have any idea how stressful this job can get?!" I said out loud, angry with Falcon for trying to deny me my own girlfriend: Faith. We had been dating for a few weeks and Falcon was getting sick of it.

"I can deal with your stress..." said Falcon.

Suddenly my costume began to ripple and vibrate against my fur, particularly against my crotch. I began to moan loudly as Falcon continued to pleasure me using my own costume. I could feel my arousal building, the front of my leotard rapidly tenting as my heart thumped in my chest.

"F-Falcon... mmmmm... I really need... ohhhh!" I said between breaths. Falcon knew how to make me feel good, and this wasn't the first time he did this. As a matter of fact, he did it almost every day. It was his way of getting me to agree with him, and it almost always worked. "S-stop... I... I..." I tried to protest, but I was cut-off as the blissful sensations intensified. Falcon was gonna win this one.

"Shhhh..." I heard him say in my head. "I know what's best for you, Chad. Just relax and let me take care of you."

I was breathing so hard at this point, pre-cum already staining my leotard. All my will was washed away by the intense sensations, my intensifying moaning blocking out any chance I had of speaking out against my loving captor. I tried to get up off the bed, but Falcon was controlling the suit and holding me down, so I could do nothing but wave my legs as I rapidly approached my orgasm. Feeling like a prisoner inside my own costume was only making me feel even more aroused.

"Release now, young one. Just give up and cum."

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I came in my leotard, soaking it with my seed as I felt the pressure in my loins empty itself into my costume. Whenever he did this to me I realised: Falcon owned me. I was his tool for bringing truth and justice to the world and all this was just a way of keeping me obedient. But I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, because I did enjoy it, for quite a lot of reasons actually. Falcon pleasuring me like this was just one of them, but I also loved helping people and generally doing good.

Falcon wanted me to be devoted to the job, and that meant forgetting about getting a girlfriend and my old life. He claimed I didn't even need this apartment, but his power ensured I never needed to eat, sleep, or even use the bathroom! But it didn't mean he couldn't force me to sleep if he wanted to.

"Sleep now, young one." whispered Falcon in my head. "Dream of saving the world."

I was panting heavily in the warmth of my afterglow, my leotard still soaked as I lay on the bed. Falcon's words were so... hypnotic. I just wanted to... sleep. Then my eyes closed and the waking world was left behind. The last thing I heard were Falcon's words echoing in my mind, beckoning me to sleep. I lay there on the bed as Falcon forced me to sleep, the crotch of my leotard still stained. As per his instructions, I dreamt of being the mighty superhero that I was: Streak, the protector of Beacon City!

As Falcon filled my dreams with heroic scenarios, I was suddenly stirred from my slumber by the sound of the police scanner. "We got a two-oh-seven in the area of Greengrass Park. Dirtbag has been sighted in the area and is believed to be responsible, over."

I sat up immediately, Falcon wiping away my tiredness instantly as I sat on the edge of the bed. I looked down and saw my costume was still soaked, so I couldn't have been asleep long. It was still night outside my apartment window.

Forgetting to clean myself up I leapt to the window, then in a blue flash I zoomed to the side of the building on the opposite side of the street, nimbly clinging to the structure. Then I pushed off again and, in another stream of blue energy, found myself further along the street on the buildings on the other side of the street again. This is how I travelled, hopping from building to building like a super-athlete, leaving behind a blue trail in the night. This was the first of the superpowers that Falcon gave me.

I was working my way towards Greengrass Park, which, fortunately, wasn't far from my apartment. I heard the sound of gasps and cheers from below from bystanders and fans who saw my blue streak between the buildings. I relished their praise and devotion. Yep, I felt like a true superhero!

It took only a few minutes to get to Greengrass Park. I perched myself on the edge of a building overlooking the thick green trees and grass. The police were already arriving and were asking the bystanders questions. I sat down on the roof, legs crossed, and closed my eyes. My vision suddenly lit up and I could see again, despite my eyes being closed, and the world around me began to move. My vision took me all over the park, watching as the police interviewed bystanders. I could even hear them speaking! This is my second power, to see and hear things wherever they are in my vicinity.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally found what I was looking for: Dirtbag himself. He looked like any male Doberman, except he had no fur or clothes, but no genitalia either. His body was smooth and light brown. Of all the villains in Beacon City, there were none that I hated more than Dirtbag. He had the ability to change his shape at will, considering he was basically made of mud. I've literally never been able to take him down. He's kicked my butt more times that I can count! To make matters worse, he was the most cruel villain in the whole city, so he took every opportunity to humiliate me every way he could whenever we fought.

His gross arms were entwined around a female collie... Faith! I didn't understand. Why was he trying to abduct her? Did he know my secret identity? It didn't matter. To protect her, I was determined to defeat Dirtbag there and then, by whatever means necessary. They were in an alley, not too far from where I was. It looked like he was dragging her towards a manhole leading to the sewer. I was not gonna let them take my girl away!

"It could be a trap..." said Falcon, but I ignored him and shot off in their direction.

It took only a few seconds for me to get there. She was still struggling in his hold. I landed in the alleyway and the first thing I did was to grab the nearby dumpster, lift it up like a small wooden chair, then throw it at him. Direct hit! Dirtbag went flying into the wall at the very back off the alley and the mud holding Faith simply fell to the ground. I raised my fist and muttered "Yes!" under my breath in triumph. This was my third and final power: strength.

"Chad!" yelled Faith, running towards me.

I smiled, opening my arms wide to embrace her. She collided with me and I had to move a leg back to prevent myself from falling over backwards. She put her snout to mine, kissing me passionately. "I knew you'd come!" she was saying. A few moments passed and I broke off the kiss.

"You're gonna wanna get outta here..." I said. "I've got a heck of a fight ahead of me and I think I just made him pretty angry."

She nodded, said "Be careful...", and ran off in the direction of the open streets.

I turned to face my arch nemesis. He was just a pile of light brown oozing from around the sides of the dumpster. After a few moments he reassembled himself, staring right at me. I couldn't help but shudder slightly at his hate-filled gaze. "Oh, 'bout time you showed up, mate!" the abomination said. He looked me up and down, suddenly focusing his gaze at the crotch of my leotard, smiling.

"Oooh, looks like someone's been having some fun..." he said.

I was slightly bemused by his comment, then I noticed the cold and soggy feeling in my suit. Looking down and blushing, I wondered how I could have forgotten to get myself cleaned up!

His distraction nearly worked and he was upon me in less than a second. Swiftly and efficiently I jumped out of the way, landing on the wall, then pushing myself off to land on the nearby fire escape.

"Too slow!" I yelled.

He threw his right hand in my direction and a stream of ooze seeped from the arm, heading right for me. Again, I jumped out of the way, but this time I felt him grab me by my ankle. I was stopped in mid-air, hanging upside down. I struggled to get free, but despite my strength, his muddy grip was too strong! Slowly he lowered me upside-down to the floor of the alley, his face right up against mine.

"Too cocky, kid..." he said.

My heart froze. I could see Faith behind his head, not too far away, walking right at us! "She's gonna get herself killed!" I thought to myself. She's right behind him now! Then her image vanished, fading away like a puff of smoke, leaving only... Deception!

"I told you..." said Falcon.

Deception had the ability to make his victims hallucinate, creating all manner of tricks to - as his name implied - deceive people. I beat him once before, but it looked like he got out of jail since then. He was my second most hated enemy, and the richest villain in the city. The fact that he was now in league with Dirtbag was pretty bad news for me. A wingless Vulture, he was clothed in his usual Victorian-era formal suit and cape, kind of dracula-esque. He was grinning maliciously at me as I hung helplessly in the air.

"Ooooh, you're in some biiiiiig trouble now, pup..." said Dirtbag.

I was starting to panic and I threw a punch at his face, my arm going right through his gooey head. He brought his other paw up to grab at my own face, cutting off my air supply as he smothered my head. He turned me onto my side as he wrapped my head and feet up with his mud. With a painful amount of force he threw my back into the ground hard. If I could breath, the air would have been forced from my lungs by the impact.

I was stunned for a moment, then brought my paws up to clutch at the substance around my head, desperate to get some air back in my lungs. Dirtbag didn't hesitate in releasing his grip on my ankles and throwing me into one of the walls of the alley by my head. I winced at the impact, my arms weakened for a second before I returned to trying to remove his grip on my head. I was running out of air rapidly as he threw me into the opposite wall. I was helpless and couldn't even call for help! Then he threw me back against the other, a sharp pain shooting through my spine. After that he lifted my dying body into the air, then brought me down hard against the concrete ground once again.

Consciousness nearly left me and he finally removed his grip around my head. I gasped for air, wincing at the aches and pains in my body. Falcon made my body pretty durable, but I was suffering more abuse than ever before right now.

"Not so tough now, huh?" said Dirtbag, looking down at me with arrogance in his eyes. "We're both pretty tired of you gettin' in the way, mate. So we decided to put an end to your cute ass once and for all!"

Dirtbag put his slimy left paw around my neck, smothering it completely in the gooey substance, tightening slowly.

"We will greatly enjoy your demise, old boy!" said Deception, his eyes suddenly glowing red and my vision changing completely.

The environment around me turned red and hellish, and Dirtbag and Deception turned into large, demonic monsters. All around I heard the sound of screaming, visions of a burning Beacon City in the distance. I tried to close my eyes and block the visions out, but Dirtbag's hold on my throat tightened, forcing them back open. I tried to shove my feet into his stomach, then they became stuck there. His right paw came down to the crotch of my blue leotard and gently began rubbing against me.

"Beg for mercy, mate, and maybe we'll oblige..." he said.

My body was weak and my vision was darkening, and yet I could feel my arousal growing in my costume as Dirtbag fondled me through the shiny material. I had only one hope left...

"Please don't kill me..." I said quietly, barely able to speak. "Please... I beg you..."

I was shaking, terrified, not wanting to die like this. In that moment I wanted to see Faith again, to live life normally. I didn't want to be a hero any more! I didn't want to be a corpse in an alleyway wearing a cum-soaked leotard! In the eyes of the whole city, I could think of no worse way to die!

"I don't think I heard that..." said Dirtbag. He turned to Deception. "Did you hear that? I didn't hear that."

Deception shook his head. "Speak up, little pup..." said Dirtbag, turning back to me.

"Mercy..." I said, my eyes rolling up into my head.

"Hmmmm..." responded Dirtbag "Maybe..."

He released his grip on me and left me on my feet, wobbling, panting and choking. I was so relieved. I thought maybe they were going to let me go, but I doubted I was going to be that lucky. As I choked and wobbled with dizziness, I failed to notice Dirtbag walking up behind me. He wrapped his slimy arm around my chest to prevent me from falling over.

"What do you think, Deception? Think we should just let him live and waste all our effort?"

Deception was standing right in front of me.

"No, I don't think so, sir Dirtbag." he said in his smug, posh British accent. He brought his own paw up to caress my arousal through the thin fabric.

"Ooooh, doesn't look too good for you, Streaky!" said Dirtbag. He brought the paw around my chest up to hold my chin. "I think it's time for you to die, don't you?"

I was terrified beyond measure now, shivering from both my fear, aches and pains, and Deception's gentle caressing. I didn't know what to do, realising that I was completely helpless in Dirtbag's embrace. He moved his right arm from around my chest and brought it up under mine, then he moved his left arm under my own left arm. Quickly I realised what he was doing. He was absorbing me into him!

I struggled to get free, but his sticky body held me tight. My arms, legs, torso and head were being pulled into his own. It took only a few seconds for Deception to cease his caressing as I was almost completely absorbed by Dirtbag's body.

"Don't struggle, Streaky. You'll only make this hurt even more..." he said.

A few seconds later and my body was completely inside his, his body conforming in shape to perfectly contain mine. However, he opened his mouth slightly to allow me to breath.

Suddenly I felt an immense pleasure. His gooey body was rubbing against mine, fondling me on my exposed arms, legs, and through my leotard. Already pre-cum was staining my almost-dry costume. I moaned out loudly as he continued to abuse me inside his own body, rubbing against my arousal as it tented up against the high-cut leotard.

"Ohhhhh, no... please, sto- mmmmmm..."

"Shhhh, just relax." said Dirtbag, his voice right in my ear.

The pleasure was becoming unbearable. Every second that passed made me want to stop struggling against the sticky substance and just give up. I was approaching my climax so quickly, and Dirtbag was enjoying every moment of this torture.

"Remember, once I'm done with you, I'm gonna kill you, okay, mate?" he said. He was dominating me completely, and his words somehow only made me feel more aroused.

"I'm... mmmmmm... I'm gonna cum...!" I yelled.

I could feel the pressure building. I couldn't hold it any longer! But suddenly I felt Dirtbag twist around inside my leotard, a stream of goo moving to clog up my urethra, moving deep inside me.

"Not so fast, pup. I'm not done with you yet!"

It was unbearable!

"P-please let me cum!!!" I yelled out through Dirtbag's open mouth. I had to cum so badly! "I beg you! Please let me cum! I'll do anything!"

All my wishes to be normal again, to be free from the impending threat of death, were suddenly gone. I was overwhelmed with more pleasure than I had ever felt before and I couldn't climax! All I wanted was to cream my leotard and be done with it, to end my torture right there.

"I know you would, which is why we're gonna savour killin' you..." said Dirtbag.

Several minutes passed and still I couldn't orgasm. I felt like I was about to black out... and I did. Then I awoke again suddenly, jostled back to wakefulness by the unimaginable experience. I just wanted it to end finally.

Suddenly, with an added burst of intense pleasure, I felt the slip of goo retract from my urethra, and my thick cream instantly pulsed into my leotard as I screamed in ecstasy. My orgasm seemed to go on for several minutes as I released myself into my costume. I was still climaxing when Dirtbag spoke again.

"Wow, that was somethin' huh?" he said.

I was completely and utterly at the mercy of these villains. I was no longer a hero. I was completely humiliated, used and abused before my inevitable death. Standing there, encased by this villain made of mud, wearing this skimpy leotard while cumming endlessly, I felt that all hope was lost as I submitted to my fate, utterly defeated.

"Well, bye mate! It was a pleasure beatin ya!" said Dirtbag.

Deception was still watching as Dirtbag's mouth closed over mine, cutting off my air once again as his slimy body began forcing its way down my throat. I gagged on him as he entered me, forcing himself inside me. I couldn't breathe and I could feel him filling my lungs and every corner of my insides as I continued to orgasm.

"I'm sorry..." said Falcon in what was left of my mind.

Suddenly Falcon's presence vanished and I was alone, left to my fate while Falcon went to find someone else to take up the mantle of Streak.

In my suffering, I didn't think of anything except the hope that it would soon end, and finally it did. Darkness filled my vision and the terrible combination of pain and pleasure finally stopped. In the darkness, I felt a pleasurable tingling. I felt content and peaceful, felt as if I was sinking into the softest of beds and sweetest of dreams. Free at last... But Streak was no more.

I continued standing there, my body wrapped up in Dirtbag's, thick cum still pulsing into my leotard. All my struggling had ceased and now I was just a corpse smothered in living mud.

"Now that's how you beat a superhero!" said Dirtbag happily.

With my leotard-clad dead body still inside him, Dirtbag and Deception started on their way. Eventually they returned to Deception's hideout, where metal tentacles lowered me into a glass tube filled with a clear liquid in his "Hall of Fame". I continued to hang there motionless, my cold eyes still open and my leotard still tenting. Over time the liquid hardened, encasing me like a mosquito in sap, perfectly preserved. As time passed, other villains came to see my spandex-clad body, a reminder to all superheroes not to mess with this growing league of villains.

A plaque adorned the tube saying "One dumb superhero."