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He was almost done with this. Each rough and rugged pump of his strong hips, buried his cock into the unwilling ass with loud squelching slurps. The giraffe grinned down on the lion, who had started this struggle with fire and protest and was now reduced to the whimpering and sobbing prey that he enjoyed turning powerful men into. It gave him a rush to tear men down and show them where their true place was - on the end of his wet dick with no more resolve to fight.

"I told you before, kitten," A quick flick of the triangular cat ears once again showed who was boss, "I always win."

To further emphasize his point, the giraffe pushed harshly into the feline's ass, holding the full weight of his throbbing girth inside his victim. With his presence inside and on top of the whimpering cat, there was absolutely nothing that could be done to him, especially given that his own powers dampened the powers of anyone he touched for at least a half hour. Prolonged contact lengthened the dampening effect, so this bitch lion wasn't going to light anything on fire for a while. The giraffe calmed himself while still holding his cock deep inside the lion, prolonging his pleasure until he wanted to climax. He leaned in close to the lion's ear, whispering in a hot and amused tone, "I haven't decided if I'm going to blow my cum inside or outside your pathetic little body."

The lion had long since stopped struggling. He'd been overpowered and made to take that huge cock against his will. He wasn't strong enough to stop it from happening. But upon hearing that the giraffe was planning to take this power trip to completion, reignited a fire in his heart. How could he let this happen to him? HIM? He was a superhero! IS! He is a superhero! The lion threw his head back and felt the surprised giraffe's face collide with the back of his head.

"UGH!" The giraffe tightened his grip and resumed his prostate punishing pounding, "Oh yeah! Fight all you want bitch! You're just giving me what I want anyway!"

Pressing a hand against the furry maned back, the giraffe leaned up to add leverage to the force of his thrusts. He was so close now, even after taking a breather. This lion had been a most choice conquest, but all good things must come to an end. His thrusts grew even more violent - much to the lion's pained surprise - crushing any further hope of retaining any of his former dignity. The hot tears stinging the lion's eyes and staining his cheeks were like candy to the grinning giraffe.

"You're going to take it all up this hungry butt of yours. And you'll know - and remember me every time you have a pain in your ass - that I own you." The giraffe gasped and grunted, sweat dripping from his brow as he held the lion in place. Once again, he crammed his cock all the way in up to his balls, which promptly emptied their warm musky content deep into the loath bowels. Each pump of those hips buried that foul sticky cream deeper into him. However, his humiliation wasn't over as he felt the cock getting pulled out of him. More of the unwanted cum sprayed over his butt and legs, marking his failure as a man to defend himself from such a lewd act. The lion choked back new tears as he tried to ignore his body's response to what had just happened. The giraffe stood, wiped his cock clean of fluids, and threw the clump of cum at the lion's mane.

"You filthy little bitch. You disgust me."

Having accomplished his goal for the night, the giraffe turned and walked down the alley, finding the pants he had left and quickly putting them on. He returned to the see that lion hadn't even moved yet and growled into a lewd grin, "Too many people know who you are, so I can't kill you"

He picked up the victim's clothing and grinned at having one last laugh at the once proud lion's expense, "But that also means that you'll get to remember me while you live out your days." The giraffe walked off and turned down another corner, leaving the sobbing lion to his savaged body and feelings. But soon the sobs died out with a rush of air sounding like someone had opened a pressurized airplane window. He looked up and saw a raptor holding out a trench coat and some shorts.

"Put these on, sir. I'm here to take you to the hospital. You need to get checked out. Don't worry about anyone finding out who you are... it's all taken care."

The lion stood up on shaky legs, having to brace himself against the nearby building. "Wh-who are you?"

"A hero like you! Or at least I'm trying to be. Please take the clothes." The raptor's green eyes pleaded with the feline to accept the charity.

Hesitantly, a paw reached out and took hold of the shorts, sliding them up to hide his modesty. The coat was next to be adorned and hide the bruised body of the most recent victim of a violent serial rapist. A criminal that was already being hunted, even while his victim was being rescued. Emerald teleported the lion to the area hospital, not wanting to go inside with him and answer any questions he was unprepared to answer.

"Here you go. You're safe now. I'm sorry we couldn't get to you in time to avoid what he did to you."

"We? Who's we?" The lion asked curiously, but decided that he was better off not knowing. "Thank you."

"Y-you're welcome?" Emerald said the words as instinct, a reflex built in over his life. But the words felt different now, as if he was saying them and finally understood what they meant. He wanted to see that damn giraffe get what was coming to him, but Seth had already promised to disclose all the details to him privately later. So, he disappeared and left the dark parking lot empty and silent once more.

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Back in the alleyways inside the city proper, the giraffe was entirely unaware that he was being stalked. The great looming tyrannosaur Seth had become was walking silently behind the giraffe. He would surely be discovered if the mammal had bothered to turn around, but he was confident that he had once again gotten away with his sexual crime without being punished. The raptors were one thing, criminals that never hurt anyone. But this guy got off on hurting - and now killing - other men. He deserved everything that Seth was thinking of doing to him. But for now, the dark fantasies in his mind would stay there.

Seth's glowing eyes looked up and down slowly, studying the body walking in front of him. The pants were slipping down with every step and wouldn't prove difficult to remove fully. Other than that, he had no clothes to speak off. The cool night air able to caress the rest of his body. And despite what Seth thought of his activities, the man was attractive. Which only added fuel to the fire of justice. He could have anyone he wanted if he chose to do things the right way, but he was selfish and wanted to take the pleasure and control and power from other men because...why? Because he could?

Seth felt his teeth clench in his head. Well he won't get away with it anymore. But first, the bait. Seth concentrated and the nanomachines noiselessly wove a long-sleeved t-shirt into his hands. "Sir? You lost? It's cold out tonight and you look a little underdressed. Here, I have a shirt you can have."

The giraffe stopped and turned slowly, not believing that anyone could have just snuck up on him like this. He looked at the new male, almost blending into the darkness of the alley, but the white long-sleeved t-shirt that was being presented to him was clear enough to tell him right where he was. This guy seemed to be alone and naive enough to approach a stranger... could he be lucky enough to two guys in one night? And this guy, no one knows him. The giraffe grinned a charming and disarming grin, "Oh thanks man. I appreciate that. My name's Kevin."

He's lying. His name is Gregory Wilson.

"No worries. We all should look out for each other, right? The city can be a dangerous place, after all." Seth bantered back, watching the man get closer.

There's a field of energy emanating from him.

Is it dangerous? Seth thought in his head, knowing that Trihexa would hear as if he had said it out loud.

No. It's a biological dampening field that suppresses any ability a target has that isn't natural to its biological form. It has no effect on your body. However, it might be prudent to use a more inconsistent construction if he gets too close. We have deduced from studying the last encounter that his ability works on physical contact.

That's a smart idea. But wait on that. Let's play with this guy a bit.

Greg took hold of the shirt and smiled, "Thank you for this. I can really use it."

"What do you m-!" The kick truly surprised Seth, making him grunt as the air was driven from his lungs. And with a hard shove he was forced against the nearby brick wall. A quick rip here and a hard tug there, and Seth was as shirtless as his attacker.

"Ugh! What... are you... doing?!" Seth stammered out, playing the part of the victim and stoking the attacker's fire. His plan was to get him as riled up as possible to keep him distracted.

And it was working, because Greg ignored the question for now, spinning the big male around and slamming his head into brick to keep his prey incapacitated long enough to bring his arms behind him. The giraffe grinned with wicked glee as he used the long-sleeved shirt offered to him to tie the gray muscular arms behind the strong powerful back. "I'm having some fun. And you might want to start screaming, because my fun can get a little rough."

Greg held the man against the wall, watching his bulging muscles ripple and flex as he tried in vain to free himself from his grasp. This guy was certainly a prize and he was going to enjoy breaking this big man down into nothing. With the victim's arms bound he reached into the waistband of the pants and tugged them down, exposing the lower body to the night air. He had to pause a moment to admire the man's physique, finding it most enticing.

"Wow... I'm such a lucky guy."

"You think so?" Seth grunted, the brink cracked where he had been slammed into it. But the giraffe was so busy stroking his ego that he hadn't noticed. The cool air felt nice to Seth who could barely contain his grin as the giraffe finally took his eyes off him to undo his own pants. In that instant, his plan was ruined. Seth glanced over his shoulder and watched the giraffe, and while he was sliding his pants down an invisible wave of rippling energy passed through the dino's body. It was like a switch was hit and he could feel the gummy state of his body as it moved to a more liquid state. The shirt sank into his wrists like syrup and Seth pulled his arm free the rest of the way.

Faster than the attacker could react, small tendrils of black goo grabbed the giraffe and pulled him against Seth's back. Then to his horror he was pulled into Seth's body, the goo morphing around the equally muscular frame until it reformed into the dark dinosaur behind the giraffe. A hard hand pressed him against the wall and a swift punch to his side drove the air from his lungs too. There was a thin layer of gray goo that covered every inch of the mammal's body and Seth grinned, reverting his whole body back into its solid state.

"You're not going anywhere now, Gregory Wilson."

The giraffe froze... how did he know who he was? How did he do what he just did? What was he planning to do to him?

"You're going to pay for what you've done. And I have just the way to make you atone for your crimes."

"Fuck you! When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna beat to you to death!" Greg fumed and blustered but failed to realize that the gray goo surrounding his body was hampering his ability to move, keeping him lightly struggling but not fighting back.

"You're not going to hurt anyone again. With your fists or your dick!" The goo around the giraffe's loins started to - inflate, which made his hips push backwards. Seth grinned as he felt the furry ass press against his crotch inadvertently. "Oh, eager, aren't we? Don't worry, you'll get plenty of that in due time."

"Plenty of wh-? Hey! Fuck you! I'm nobody's bitch!" Greg tried to fight, but as the pressure inside the dome rose he felt something that frightened him. He was thinking of all the violent and degrading thing he was going to do to this tyrannosaur when he broke free, which was making him feel hot and aroused, but his cock was going soft. He looked down and into the see-through gray dome around his loins and his fears were confirmed as his once proud erection was deflating into a soft little chub. It was enough to be noticeable but nowhere near what he needed to get off. "What the fuck?! What are you doing to me?"

"You won't be needing that anymore." Seth said, hoping that he didn't sound as giddy as he thought he did. The struggling, goo-covered giraffe continued to resist, but felt no give in the hand pressing to the wall. It was as if the hand was cut from titanium. He tried to glance back, but the goo covering his head turned his head back to the wall. Seth watched the squirming male trying to get free anyway he could, but nothing was working for him. He allowed himself the time to relish his struggle and he smiled slowly. The nanomachines in the goo responded to the same signal that he'd broadcasted before and they obediently began the conversion process.

With the goo on the outside of the giraffe, Seth grinned and leaned close to the ear, "The nanomachines on your body right now will cancel any sound before it breaches the covering on your skin. You'll scream and beg me to stop... you'll know and I'll know, but no one will help you."

His threat laid bare, Seth pushed the tip of his huge cock against the tiny hole of his would-be rapist. But he teased him by holding it there, letting his mind perceive its girth and weight, allowing the giraffe to feel the fear of how much pain he'll feel upon its insertion. "Stop! Don't do this!"

"How many times did you hear those words?" Seth pushed his hips forward with firm thrust, but didn't enter the giraffe yet. "How many tears did you laugh at?" Another missed thrust. "How many victims pleaded for you to stop and you continued anyway? Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

Seth once again lined his cock with the hole and pressed in slowly. The pressure slowly building as the nanomachines in the goo eased the penetration. They were there to ensure that there was no major injury - not to stop the pain. Greg gasped and winced as the scaled cock slowly impaled him. There was no getting used to it size because every inch or so felt larger than the last. Every passing second made him grunt, and groan, and whine, and he bit his lip. The last thing he was going to do was give this guy the satisfaction he wanted. Greg was the one who did this to others! This would not stand! But his fruitless struggles continued. As much as he wanted out of this predicament... there was nothing he could do.

Was this what his victims felt like? No! He wasn't a victim! He pushed against the wall, trying to force the hand at his back to move. But all his strength and power meant nothing! This guy had to have a power of some kind! No one was this big by accident! It was only now that Greg noticed his hands were different than he remembered them. The fur - his natural golden-brown fur and chocolate brown spots - were gone! The goo was gone too, but it left behind dark blue colored scales like a reptile. Greg realized at this point that the goo was changing him somehow.

"What the FUCK?! Stop this! I don't want this!"

"Neither did your victims, Greg. But they got it all the same. And so, will you." Seth continued to slowly and purposefully sink his cock into Greg's ass. His precum had started to leak from his cock too, which meant the nanomachines would soon begin the conversion on the inside as well. "It won't take long now."

"What won't take long? What are you doing to me?"

The fear in the rapist's voice was so sweet to Seth that he let himself enjoy the panic a bit more. The struggling, the begging, and the whining as things happened against the will of the mind inside the changing body. Pain and a strange pleasure washing over and slapping into his mind like waves against rocks. Each wave of these alien sensations eroded a bit more away and left him feeling strangely calm. Sensing the new mindset, Seth moved his hand away from Greg's back and placed them against the wall beside him.

"Now, comes the fun part, right?" Not waiting for the converting male to respond, Seth began to thrust for real into the man's tight ass. Greg could only groan in frustration as his body was changed and taken against his will. His new scales transitioned from a dark blue at his fingers to a lighter blue at his hands and arms, with some dull greens and browns thrown in around the elbows and upper arms. His fur wasn't falling out or being destroyed, rather the individual hairs were shifting and merging and lying flat and reconstructing themselves into scales.

"You... bas... you'll pay for this." Greg remained defiant even under the savage anal assault. He was determined to get through this and show this guy what real power was. But as he looked down at his body, seeing more scales than fur at this point, he wondered for if he indeed was the one with the power. All he had was strength and the ability to stop men from using their powers. But this guy... this guy had abilities above and beyond ANYTHING he'd seen before.

This was made abundantly clear as the fur on his neck shifted into scale, his hair also disappearing and being converted into scales. Greg spared a glance back at the tyrannosaur, his once mammalian eyes having been converted into reptilian ones. And with these new eyes he found something almost arousing about the gun metal gray scales of the man current pounding him against the brick wall he was pressed against. It was like he was seeing things differently in this moment of pure submission.

He turned back to the wall, and leaned his head against the bricks, feeling as though his heart was sinking in his chest. Each solid thrust into his body forced waves of pleasure into him, which were accented by the still hot burn of being stretched wide around the hulking cock. His back arched and his new scaled tail rubbed against one of the legs of his abuser. Greg thought about using the tail to rip the rex's balls off, but then felt a stab of searing pain in his balls. He looked down in panic saw his orbs were still unharmed, thought they were still encased in that strange gray dome on his loins.

The blue, green, and browns of his arms had matched his legs now. Greg watched as his body grew more muscular to match a new taller frame. He was now a little taller than the tyrannosaur that was fucking him against his will. Another hard bone-rattling collision of the rex's crotch against his stretched ass sent more pleasure into him, which forced a moan from him. This moan was soft and spoke of a need he had never felt and the pain in his balls vanished.

In this moment Greg realized what was happening. "You...you're...conditioning me?"

Seth nodded and leaned his head up on the buff shoulder of his conquest. "Like a dog."

Greg turned slowly, showing that he had been fully converted now into a brachiosaurus, and for a moment looked as if the battle for control might start again. But then his glare cracked and fell away under the weight of a single tear. "P... ple..."

"Say it." Seth pushed his cock all the way in, but didn't pull it back out. His shaft throbbed warmly against the brachio's prostate, stimulating his further submission by giving him more pleasure but no release.

"Please. I need to cum." Greg felt disgusted with himself. But he had to do something. Despite the softness of his cock, his body was on fire! His nerves were firing all the same signals without knowing they weren't getting through. He was clearly hot and aroused but there was no relief from this scorching hot pleasure. "Let me cum."

"No. At least not for a while." Seth watched the desperation and humiliation play across the rapist's face. Seeing such a proud predator torn down to the level he forces his victims into was extremely arousing to him. The tyrannosaur continued fucking the brachio hard. "In fact, I may make it so you enjoy not having your cock get hard. Your proud tool reduced to nothing! But if I ever make that happen, it won't be for a while. I want you to understand the weight of what I'm taking from you."

"No! Please! You can't leave me like this!" Greg pleaded, no longer able to hold back the frustrated and humiliated tears as continued to Seth mount him. He had done this to so many other men and hadn't thought twice about it. All he was concerned with was getting off - and now that was no longer an option at all.

"Look at your cock now." Seth said calmly to the brachio, as if trying to comfort a child he had just scolded.

Was it a trick? Was his cock going to be gone? Was this just another way to rub in the fact that he had lost all the control he had? Greg didn't know, but what other choice did he have? His crying eyes looked down and beheld something strange. The dome of grey goo was gone, which was good, but he saw that his weakly throbbing shaft was still surrounded by a black cage. The nanomachines had constructed it with exact measurements and seeing the cage gave him the same thrill he used to get when he saw a new victim. He shivered and growled, confused about what he was feeling - caught between being angry and aroused.

Seth was just as hot and aroused as the brachio was. He hammered the muscular ass, his huge cock leaking precum like a faucet inside the tight tunnel. The wet squelching impacts pushing him closer and closer to his release. Seth gripped the toned thighs and unleashed a deafening roar that made Greg wince as his shaft throbbed against the cage. A flood of cum blasted into the brachio's body, but Seth pulled out and used his nanomachines to produce much more cum very quickly. So quickly in fact that was like his dick had become a firehose, spraying his hot musky cum all over the scaled butt and legs. Seth moaned loudly and aimed his cock down to cover all of Greg's legs, then up his butt and back again.

"Turn around!" Greg did as he was told, the musky fluids spraying onto his belly. He watched it come up towards his head and closed his eyes and mouth tight. "Open your mouth wide."

Greg didn't want to, but he did anyway. The hot cum rushed into his mouth, filling it quickly and forcing him to swallow it lest he drown. He felt sick at not having any control, but he couldn't do anything to get it back. The cum bath continued, with semen getting sprayed everywhere in the alley, but neither of them cared. Greg's useless cock throbbed in his cage painfully as the cum stream washed over his crotch and the front of his legs. The once proud man now stood in the dark alleyway in a cock cage and was covered from head to toe in the cum of another man. He was completely humiliated and it hadn't taken that long to break him. Maybe it was the nanomachines that had changed him mentally to enjoy the rape - or maybe he had always wanted to be punished for his crimes and was just waiting for someone that was strong enough to do it.

Sensing the confusion and conflict in his new ally, Seth smiles, "You can be a good man. I'm going to show you how. This is a new start for you. Come on, we're going home."

A sharp rush of air was heard and both men looked down to see a raptor with green eyes and head feathers. "Is that..." Emerald had to chuckle at the rapist that he had been afraid would find and kill him, now covered head to toe in semen, "is this him?"

Greg looked a bit harder at the raptor, "Wait, I know you. You got away from me." The brachio turned to Seth, "But you didn't get away from him either."

Seth grinned, "No one can get away from me once they've come to my attention. Now, take us home Emerald."

"Sure." The raptor held out both hands and took Seth's without hesitation, but he pulled back a bit when Greg reached for him. "Sorry... uh... he's going to need a different name now, isn't he?"

"You're right. I think Chase will do."

The brachiosaur looked at Seth and they both shared a smirk, "Funny guy."

Chase took hold of the raptor's hand and in a flash, they were inside the mansion that was to be the base of operations for the team Seth is constructing. The mansion itself was still pretty much intact, but the insides had changed a little bit. The meshing of Seth's tastes with what Raphael had in the mansion prior was nearly complete on all floors.

Seth looked as he watched a strapping cheetah walk by, the sexy little feline only wearing a tight belly shirt and stockings. He made a mental note about the acquisition of his next target and called to the feminine looking cat. "Oh, Lacy. You and the other shower boys have a job."

The cat turned and almost jumped for joy when he saw the muscular, cum-covered brachiosaurus. He rushed forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him away quickly, "Ooooooh... don't worry, you, me and the girls give excellent tongue baths."

Seth smirked, allowing himself to enjoy that his plans were coming together so well. "Trihexa?"

We are here.

"Are the bedrooms ready?" Seth yawns and stretches He had avoided sleep before thanks to the adrenaline of teaching Chase the error of his ways. But now it was catching up to him. A section of the wall parted beside him and Seth turned and grinned. "Well, at least the elevators are ready."

Seth rubbed his big cock, still warm and wet from his recent conquest, all the gooey memories rushing back to him. He would have to leave making the rounds and seeing all the changes later, right now he was content to just ride the elevator up to where he knew his master bedroom was now. A whole floor where he could be by himself with his own thoughts and feelings, but also a place where he could mount any of the people that he was now connected to. The elevator stopped and the doors parted obediently and Seth smiled as he was greeted with the scents of flowers and the soft trickling of a fountain. The ambiance was something that Raphael had done that Seth had decided to keep.

The cool marble flooring was smooth on his feet and his claws clacked on the stone. He continued to stroke him slowly, not trying to get hard, but just to enjoy the feeling of touching himself as he walked. He didn't really understand why he was groping himself, but he let it happen for now. His eyes closed as he imagined the scene that must be playing out for Chase. All those sexy little effeminate males licking that cum from his new buff, muscular body. The sexual frustration he must feel having those cute guys lick him clean with no hope of getting his own release.

The thoughts were so hot that Seth didn't notice he had picked up the pace of his hand on his cock. He was breathing heavy, still holding his eyes closed and pumping hard on his oozing dick. With one hand on his throbbing meat pole, one hand bracing the big dino against a wall as he jacked himself off. The pleasure of denying Chase his release was something that made Seth - happy? It did! He was punishing the man for his crimes, but it was also something fun to do to him because he could. With that thought came a flood of chemicals through his system and he gasped loudly, shooting his cum all over - hit bed sheets and pillows! Fuck!

"Well, that sucks. I really should go buy a few more sets." Seth looked at his own cum on the bed and he grinned, turning around and laying down on the bed. His warm cum smeared all over his scales and he blushed with a smile as he rubbed his body into the warm puddle. "Screw it! I'll do it tomorrow. The nanomachines can keep the cum warm until I wake up. Then I'll go visit the shower boys myself and it's off to the mall for more sheets."

We could just make more sheets here.

"Yeah?" Seth pondered for a moment. He had been all business "hit-the-ground-running", since he had found this place, he needed a day off. "Nah, thanks Trihexa. I need a day off to just go to the mall with no craziness. I'll get the sheets myself."

Very well.

Seth lay there for a little while, still enjoying his cum squishing underneath him. His eyes closed again and his mind drifted to all the fun that he'd had already and the fun he would have once the mansion was complete. The process was almost done and the mansion was almost fully staffed. He would be the best hero this city and maybe the world knew... but for now, he was content with being the master of his own little world.

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