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[b][u][center]A Superior Defense

Chapter 1: Initial Invasion Intervention

For Heru

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Samuel knocked three times, glanced down at a piece of paper in his hand, and knocked three more.

“Mr. Marquez? Mr. Marquez, can I have a word with you?"

There was no response. Unsurprising, he supposed; considering the information that his former agency had on Hector Marquez, he probably wouldn't want to come to the door for most people. Bill collectors, lawyers, government officials; all of them would be unwelcome in his home.

Regardless, he needed to talk.

He knocked three more times, and finally heard the sound of someone rustling around inside of the house. Samuel gave his little piece of paper a final, cursory glance before tucking it in his pocket, just as the door to the house opened. Just a crack, of course, but enough to see the shimmer of a pair of eyes looking through it.

“Who's looking for Hector?"

“My name is Samuel. I'm looking for Mr. Marquez –"

“You government? State or federal?"

“Neither. But I am someone with something he needs."

“…Money?"

“Payment, at least."

The eyes – a strange green that was far from natural – blinked twice before the door shut. The sound of latches sliding and locks coming loose was enough encouragement for him, though, and soon it opened completely.

“Get in."

Taking what he could get, Samuel walked in, pulling on his suit. It was an older one, barely holding together, but that's the best he was able to get from the local thrift shop. He just hoped that it was enough to make him look…well, official. Better than the old work attire that he'd had. Government agency or not, it'd been less Casual Friday and more Casual Weekday, and he doubted that Hector would pay much attention to someone walking in with a Captain America t-shirt and pants covered in super logos.

They walked towards the living room and took a seat, Hector in a busted-looking recliner and him on a patched-up couch. He shifted his weight a few times, but before he could get comfortable, Hector reached out his hand.

“Payment. You said something about payment."

“Uh, yes, yes I did."

Samuel cleared his throat.

“You see, I found some…information. Information that you might want."

“I want more than that. I need money. I need –"

“To find out what's happening to you?"

Mr. Marquez froze in mid-sentence, pulling his hand back and twisting up his face .

“Ain't nothing wrong with me."

“I never said there was. But you're worried. The feeling of strength building in your arms. The new color in your eyes. You quit your job, worried that someone was going to fire you. After all, someone barely legal in the work force, not quite a national yet, anything could go wrong and send you home. You were scared. You hid. You did odd jobs, trying to get the money to see a doctor. You're desperate."

He could see Hector shirking back further and further with each word he said, the young man's face getting paler and paler. He knew that it was terrifying, but he couldn't stop. He had to know.

“You hid from everyone. Even tried to make your family think that you were dead. Didn't want them to look for you, to see you like this. Particularly when the lump came in."

“How…How do you know this?"

“Information is my business, Mr. Marquez. And you aren't the only one that's changing."

“Is…What is it? Is it cancer?"

“That bump at the base of your spine? No. No, it's the sign of something bigger coming. Something much, much better than your old life."

He smiled, unable to help himself as he warmed to his topic.

“The world's changing, Mr. Marquez. Not everyone will be able to keep up with it, but those that do will be the ones that make a difference in the future. You, and everyone else that's been chosen for these changes, will be the ones that lead this world in the future. You will be part of the ones that protect it from what's coming."

“…Who are you? You're not government, that's for sure, but…"

“I'm like you."

Samuel held up a hand, and relaxed his grip on the flow of information. As he did, his arm began to change, showing signs of scaling. Not in the diseased way that could happen to the skin, but something harder, thicker. Lumpy in most places, but in others, where it had advanced further, it had gone smooth again. Proper scales, warm, red scales.

It was his talent, to control the flow of information in all directions. Whether that was visual information, taken in by the senses, or something that people could think, the information of thought, it was his to control. Within limits, of course; he couldn't control everything, nor touch everyone at once. Not yet, anyway.

[i]I wonder how long it will be until his talent starts showing?[/i] Samuel honestly had no idea. The way that the changes worked, it could be anywhere from a couple of weeks to a couple of months, but with the changes already started in his body, Hector wouldn't be able to stop it. The only thing he could do from now on was control it.

If he was going to do that, though, he needed to calm down. Even as Samuel suppressed the flow of information again, making himself look human rather than scaly, Hector looked on the verge of passing out. The shock to his system wasn't good, and Samuel could feel the information coming off of him. Heart rate high, blood pressure rising, breath coming faster and harder than it should. The young man was on the verge of fainting, and that wouldn't be good for his purposes.

“Calm down. It's –"

“Calm down?! You turned into a fucking snake man. What the hell? What the fucking fucking hell?! You…are you doing this to me? Wha...why?!"

“Hector, you are getting out of control. You need to calm down before you give yourself a heart attack."

“How do you know?!"

“Because I can see your mind. And I know how afraid you are. Just…please…calm down."

“How the hell am I supposed to do that? You're…I'm changing. We're sick as all hell, and you think this is a good thing? We should…we should turn ourselves in, make ourselves test subjects. They'll fix us. They'll make us –"

That was the last thing that Samuel wanted, and the last thing that would help the earth at this point. If Hector continued on this, the whole thing could be exposed, and his other worry – the threat that those changing would have to protect the world from – would be free to strike without any obstructions.

He reached out again, this time touching his talent to the young man's head. He froze in place, the flow of information between his head and his mouth interrupted, and as Samuel pinched down with his projected fingers, he started re-routing the information, changing it, subtly altering how it would be received.

It didn't take long for Hector to calm down after that. Perhaps too calm, considering he was almost asleep, but Samuel hadn't had much choice.

“I know that you're scared, but right now, you need to accept this, Hector. The changes have already started; the most that you could accomplish as a test subject right now would be to stop the changes in someone else, and I can't let you do that. There's too much good that people like you would be able to do."

“What…what good…could we do…I could still…help…"

[i]Coherent, if sleepy. At least there's that much going on in his head. Hopefully, he listens.[/i]

“The changes will make you something different. You will no longer be human, but you will have a talent. Mine is information. Yours…It's unclear, as of yet, but you will have the power to help people. The power to make a difference. A power strong enough to make you useful, and make it so that nobody has to be afraid around you again. You can be…a hero. A hero people will look up to."

The information coming from Hector's mind started to change, much to Samuel's relief. The idea of being a hero definitely seemed to resonate with the young man, and considering the way that he'd come into the country, and how shaky his stay was at the moment, no surprises there. To go from someone that was used as labor to someone that could genuinely help, someone that was looked up to…well, that would appeal to anyone, but it seemed to be his dream.

Samuel stood up, walking around to stand behind Hector's chair. He laid his hands on the young man's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I can't tell the future, but I can promise this, Hector. If you listen to me, if you work with me, then you will become everything that you always dreamed. But if you go now, if you turn yourself in, you will doom more people than you can imagine. The world will need heroes in the days to come. The only question is, will you be a hero, or will you turn back the tide, and let the world die?"

Melodramatic, perhaps, but it was all he knew. Being an analyst in the government didn't exactly prepare one for making speeches in the world outside, particularly not to those that were a little bit less than sober. All he could do was draw on the speeches that he'd seen on TV, in comic books, in other superhero situations. It wasn't exactly fitting, but it was better than nothing…he hoped.

Slowly, Hector's breathing came back to a normal level, and Samuel slowly undid the restrictions on the information flow in his head. He braced himself for more anger, for some lashing out, but there was none of that. If anything, his target seemed rather resigned to what had been said.

Hector didn't say anything as he got up, walking to the other side of the room. It took Samuel a second to realize that he was looking in a mirror, taking in his own appearance. Hands stroked along the jawline, eyes flicked over his features.

[i]He's memorizing his face…[/i]

It struck him harder than he'd like, and Samuel bit his tongue to keep from saying anything. This was a moment that Hector needed to come to terms with what was happening, and he wasn't going to interrupt it.

Slowly, the young man turned around.

“Do you…do you know what I'll become?"

“Not completely. I think you might be becoming a feline, but that is as much as my talent tells me."

“Well…always did think the cats in the zoo looked cool."

“And strong."

“Yes…"

Samuel waited, feeling that silence was the better course. Neither of them spoke for nearly ten minutes, shifting between staring at one another and staring out the windows. It was harder than he expected to keep his mouth shut; nothing in the comics or the shows told him that there were these long periods of silence in times of crisis. It was always action all the time, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

When Hector finally spoke up again, he nearly fell to his knees in relief.

“And you say…you say that if I listen to you, I can become a real hero? That I can…I can actually help people?"

“And become adored, yes."

“That doesn't matter. Just…do I help more people by listening to you, or listening to my gut here?"

“Me."

There was no questioning that answer. With the things he'd seen, the stuff he'd found out, there was no way that going to the government and submitting himself would save anyone more. Hector would doom the human race if he did; there was no way that the future could be won without heroes.

And with a nod, Hector seemed to acknowledge that.

“Alright. How –"

“I won't need a contract, so stop thinking about that. Just…just relax, and trust me here."

“…Okay."

“Lay down. It's easier that way."

Hector seemed too broken to question that, though considering how uprooted his world had become, it wasn't too surprising. He laid on his stomach on the couch, and Samuel sat down beside him, laying his hand over the back of his head. Direct contact made information twisting a little easier, and for this, he wanted to make sure that he did it right. He closed his eyes, and focused on his inner energy, his talent, his power.

[i]Through the back of the head, through the skull, into the mind. The information flow is strongest down the spine, but moving through it would take too long. Do not twist the flow at its strongest point; instead, twist it before it, where it builds up before the cascade. Find the source and split it there, block it where it is weakest, move the ideas so that they come out the way that you want…[/i]

His power moved like snakes, slithering through the neuron paths that went from the back of the head towards the skull, and then into it. Each spark of a thought, each transmission of information, was something that laid out more of a path for him to follow, and he chased it with all the intensity of a bloodhound following a hair.

Then came the hard part. As he mapped out the mind, he found the places where he needed to divert things, shutting down or altering the flow of information as needed to change the way that the young man thought. Bit by bit, he tweaked in, setting up barriers, psychic detour signs, and other things that would alter thoughts.

Tweaking the lobes in front, he altered the independent thinking of the young man, putting in little triggers, little pieces that would drive him to submit to a very narrow profile of person. The profile fit Samuel to a T, specific enough – he hoped – that it wouldn't include anyone else, but unnamed just to avoid Hector finding out that he was being mind-controlled, and throwing off the leash. It was barely possible, but still possible at this point.

He worked backwards from there, tweaking the way that choices were made. Hector already had a predilection towards putting other people ahead of himself, though it was only a small one. Samuel upped that, changing it so that his newest hero would have a strong desire to serve, to protect, to do things for other people. It was easier than he expected; it seemed like Hector's only real objection to that had been a lack of respect and confidence in himself, and once he was given that…

When he pulled back, it felt like he had been in Hector's mind for an hour, but in reality, it had been only about five minutes. Drained as always, Samuel slowly stood up, leaning on the wall to get his balance back, before clearing his throat.

“I'll see you again, Hector, when the changes are done. Remember me…and remember what you want to be."

With that, he walked out, fondling the paper in his pocket. There were so many names on the list, so many people that he'd have to visit. And it would never be all of them.

#

He was wrong. It wasn't weeks, or months, before he saw Hector again. It was a year and a half, during which time the world was turned upside down by the number of heroes that appeared. Heroes, and the occasional thug, who had gained strange new powers, and strange new bodies.

[i]And that's not all of them, yet.[/i]

Samuel walked the streets towards Hector's new apartment, walking through a much better neighborhood than one he'd passed through last time. People were talking about the heroes, about the way that comic books had come to life in the last few months. Few of them were disapproving; in fact, the only time he 'heard' someone say something negative about the heroes and what they were doing, it was through his own powers.

At least that was something. In this day and age, the fear of superpowered people seemed to be at a minimum. The age of the geek had come, and rather than fearing and pushing them away, they seemed to be embraced instead. It was…heartening, to some degree.

Despite that, Samuel walked around in disguise, his human form projected as he kept the information of his real form hidden. Better to keep looking like the rest of society for now, at least until he had the world set up the way that he wanted. Then, maybe, he could walk around in his true form.

He glanced down at himself, shaking his head. He still wasn't used to it. His formerly black skin had been replaced with red scales, hard and smooth along his body. His head felt flat along the sides, the results of the cobra hood that he had these days, and his legs were constantly getting interrupted by a long, scaly tail. His limbs were lean, slender compared to his human self, and definitely compared to the bumpy, lumpy things that they'd become during his transformation. They were oddly flexible, though still within normal boundaries. He hadn't become a contortionist, despite his new species.

[i]Who would have thought that this would be our new evolution?[/i] Samuel the cobra thought to himself. He certainly hadn't.

Still, he hoped the clothing industry would catch up before too long. Information cloaked or not, the cobra was rather cold; nobody made clothes big enough for him now, and he had to deal with walking barefoot and mostly naked through snowy weather. He might have looked normal, but his talent didn't exactly extend to transformation of physical objects.

Finally reaching the front door of Hector's apartment, Samuel stepped inside. The warmth was a welcome change, and the lobby was pretty much empty, save for a single security guard standing by the elevator.

[i]No, not security. Bodyguard,[/i] he realized as he got closer. There was no way that a security guard would have an assault rifle hanging off of his back, and no way that he would be allowed to wear that thing in public.

It was strange to think of anyone actually having a security guard, but then again, maybe someone thought that they had something to hide here. Perhaps there was someone else that was in the apartment that was showing signs of the change. Samuel made a mental note to check that out, just in case.

He walked over to the elevator, getting only a small nod from the human guard, and stepped inside. Pressing the button for the third floor, he closed his eyes and reached out.

His own powers had grown much stronger in the time since he'd met Hector and the others with potential. Back then, he'd had an effective range of perhaps a hundred feet, and could either keep up his disguise for many people or reach into the mind of one. These days…well, these days he would be on the watch list for every government in the world, if they had a way of recognizing him when he was on the prowl.

Reaching through the entire apartment complex was a simple task, though one that still gave him a headache. He knew that his mind had been altered through the change, allowing it to process more information than most human beings were capable of, and it was still the one thing that was changing as he went through his daily life. That didn't mean that he was completely up for the task of scanning a few hundred minds at once without some discomfort.

The information was, for the most part, disappointing. A few dozen families that were scraping up a living, a couple of richer people at the top of the building in the penthouse, the glow of Hector's changed body and mind, the shifting –

[i]Oh, hello, hello…what do we have here?[/i]

There was someone else in the building besides him and Hector that had the signs of the transformation going on. It was subtle, as all streams of information were, but it was still different enough to catch his attention. Samuel smiled as he detected someone of less 'pure' ethics with the signs, and made a mental note. Someone on the fifth floor…protected by a couple of other thugs in the hallway.

That explained the bodyguards, at least. They were probably hired out of desperation, from the information flow that he was getting, people to keep the public at bay while the guy tried to hide his disfigurements and tried to get them 'cured'.

[i]I guess we can't have everyone embracing the change, much as they should,[/i] he thought. He'd have to pay a visit after he dealt with Hector. Any official notice on that guy, and the heroes might be in trouble. They couldn't be forcibly reversed at this point – at least, not to his knowledge – but further transformations could be in jeopardy.

He learned all of that in the space of two seconds, and opened his eyes to find the elevator barely clicking over to the second floor. Samuel tapped his foot for the remainder of the journey, and stepped out on the third floor with a bit of a hurry in his step.

The notice boards and the name charts weren't needed. Information called him along the hallway, and he knocked on Hector's door without needing to look. He kept up the disguise of a dark-skinned man in a suit, even though the reality – a trench-coat wearing, barefoot cobra – might have been more interesting. A part of him wondered if Hector even remembered him.

This time, the knock got answered much faster. He didn't need to call out, didn't need to knock more than once. Someone ran through the apartment, rushing to the door, and Samuel smiled as it opened wide. What a difference a few months heroing had made.

“Hello, who's -…you?"

“Hello, Hector. Do you remember me?"

“Of course I do. Samuel, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to find you for months. Come in, come in."

The tiger – he had been right about the feline, he saw – stepped out of the way, gesturing for him to come in. Samuel indulged him, stepping through and ducking his head to avoid smacking it. They walked to the living room, a surprisingly familiar feeling, and sat down once more, though this time he was in an armchair and Hector was on the couch.

“I hear that you've become the Titan Tiger, these days."

“Well, it wasn't my first choice of name, but it kind of stuck. I mean…What do you do when the newspaper picks out the name for you, huh?"

“That's why you pick it before someone else does. Otherwise, it starts sounding a little bit silly."

“Yeah, heh…So, Samuel. I have to ask. Where have you been? Ever since I changed, I've been looking all over for you. I – I've been feeling…pretty lost."

“Lost? It doesn't look like it. You were one of the first heroes to come out and start fighting crime with your new talent. Invulnerability certainly has helped you a great deal; all those bullets wasted means that there's less that can be used on civilians."

“That's because it's something I've always wanted. Gangs need to learn that they can't pick on the little guy all the time, not without getting something thrown back in their face for their trouble. But…But I feel like I'm missing something."

“Like what?"

“You're smarter than me, Sam. Uh…mind if I call you that?"

“Heh, go ahead."

“You're smarter than me. You figured out what I was a long time before I did, and that power of yours…you know everything that's going on. You know who is going to change, you know what's going to happen, and you know what people are thinking. It's…it's kind of scary, but it's also amazing. You could stop every crime before it –"

“Let me stop you right there."

Sam shook his head a few times, leaning back in his chair. It was something he was a little afraid of; the display of power before had given the tiger a bigger expectation of his powers than he actually had.

“You are mostly correct. I can reach out and do a lot with information. I can read minds. But that doesn't mean I know everything. I can reach out and touch this whole building; if I really, really strained myself – and I didn't want to get out of bed for the next week – I could reach out to the whole neighborhood. Maybe.

“I can't stop everything. I am not that strong. Nobody is; nobody can save everyone on their own."

“Then…then what are you doing with your powers?"

“I'm finding those that can."

Samuel reached out, taking the tiger's hand. He kept up the illusion, despite wanting to drop it. No reason to show off how shabby he looked in comparison.

“You, and the other heroes, can do a lot to stop crime while you're working on your own, but imagine if you worked together. Imagine if you put together a league of superheroes, a group that could take the fight to the streets and deal with all those criminals, putting the fear of justice into them. Imagine how much more you could do if you worked together."

“I…I don't know. Some of them aren't in it for that. Just for the glory."

“That's not too hard to fix. And besides, you weren't the only person I visited back then. There are lots of people that want to change things. To make them better. All you have to do is find them."

“But what if –"

“Hector, do you remember what we talked about, long, long ago?"

“…Yes."

“You are supposed to [i]listen to me…[/i]"

“Listen to you…"

The simple statement, coming from his lips, had been enough to make Hector's eyes start drooping. Samuel leaned forward, squeezing the tiger's hand a little bit harder, stroking the top of it gently.

“I am the one with all the information. If you [i]listen to me[/i], if you do what you're told, I can make things better for everyone. Just [i]listen to me[/i], and everything will be fine…"

“Everything…fine…"

“Tomorrow, you'll call a meeting of the different heroes. Everyone that matters will come to you. Everyone that matters will listen. All you have to do is propose it. Let me take care of the rest."

“Yes…take care of…the rest…"

“You'll be at the service of the city, and as more heroes come, you'll spread further and further, helping people, serving them, doing everything you can to make life better."

“Serve…yes…it's good…to serve…"

Samuel shook his head a few times. It was always like this. When they fell for his power, when he gave them the peace that they needed, the direction that they required, they always succumbed. So few out there had enough confidence, enough will, to be able to strike their own path. So many wanted to be told what to do. In some ways, it left him feeling annoyed with the world.

But it was what made his plans possible.

He started to get up, as his purpose had been accomplished, but he paused as he looked down at the tiger. His little hero was barely dressed, having thrown on a bathrobe to greet him at the door, and as he was so relaxed now, it had come open. A flick of his new tongue collected the taste of musk, of man, of…of sex…

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

Almost against his will, Samuel reached out again, feeling for context, taking in the information in the air. Those ghostly, snake-like tendrils collected it and fed it back to him.

[i]Recently masturbating, tugging at his cock, whispering about different fantasies. Men, men in sexy outfits, men with big cocks. Tongues on his hole, begging to serve, begging to give up himself to others. The power of submission, the need to serve. Please, fuck me master, please use me, please – [/i]

Yanking himself back from the information was harder than he expected, and it wasn't without consequences. He could already feel his new shaft rising out from between his legs, ridged, rigid, and begging for attention. The only thing that stopped the tiger from noticing it as well was the deep trance he was in, and even so, Samuel thought Hector was licking his lips.

“Figures that I might come in during a 'session' like that…"

He knew he should leave, but the tingles of that information still rippled through him, giving him little ideas. He'd been walking, traveling, talking, learning for so long, and hadn't indulged in anything in that whole time. Despite being a master of manipulation with his new abilities, he'd been so focused on getting the world ready, in getting his control in on the people that could save the world, that he hadn't cared for himself at all during that time. Now…now there was certainly an opportunity.

Hector didn't protest as Samuel started adjusting him, turning the tiger around to face the wall, flipping the robe up so that it didn't cover his ass any longer. The exposed, stripy rump was…surprisingly enticing, muscular and hard, and just big enough…

[i]Could I…perhaps…fit?[/i]

It had been one of his bigger worries, that he had grown too large for humans – and the new, bestial heroes – to handle. His cock was a good fourteen inches long, and even though Hector was bigger than most humans by half a foot in height, it was still a massive length to take.

Despite the risk, Samuel was losing the battle. His cock throbbed all the harder as the cobra lost his disguise, lowering himself to his knees and gripping those furry ass cheeks. He stuck out his tongue, tasting and smelling that bitter tang that resided around that rump. Hot and sweaty, warm and damp…but clean. Clean and hot…

It was almost like he was under hypnosis himself, leaning in the way he did. His forked tongue flicked across that feline rump, pulling at the wet pink pucker, dragging against it with every lick. His fingers dug into Hector's ass cheeks, pulling them apart, squeezing them, clenching into them. They were hard enough to take it, and he 'punished' them as he tasted that eager hole between them.

Each lick brought another burst of that musky flavor to his mouth, filling it with the taste of an eager male. Samuel licked again and again, his forked tongue working his sense of smell and his sense of taste all at the same time. His senses overloading, he wriggled his tongue inside, flicking deeper and deeper until –

“AH!"

Hector gasped as the tongue flicked against his prostate, and Samuel's information senses pulled in even more. First time, deep need, cock throbbing and ass begging for the cobra's touch. Needing to submit, needing to obey.

It was more than he could take. Pulling himself up, the cobra gave his massive cock two good strokes before pressing the head against the spit-lubed hole. He pushed forward, the thick tip slowly wedging that tight pucker open, forcing its way in bit by painful bit. Groaning, he grabbed the tiger's tail, pulling on it for more leverage, dragging himself closer, closer –

Then the head finally popped in. Both of them groaned in pleasure, Hector gasping and moaning, and Samuel smiling in satisfaction. The heat, the tightness; it was all he had ever imagined. The tiger writhed beneath him, head and chest collapsing against the back of his couch, while the rest of him arched higher, keeping his ass at a perfect position for fucking.

And that was just what the cobra did. Grabbing him tightly, coiling his tail around the tiger's leg, Samuel slammed in deep, forcing his cock in as hard as it would go. He was in a frenzy, desperately thrusting hard and fast into that hole. The first one that he'd had in who knows how long. The first person that had let him use them, the first sex that he'd ever had in his new body, was amazing. His cock throbbed and oozed constantly, and as he shoved the tiger up against the window, he only went harder.

“Such a…good tiger…serving his master…serving me…"

“Yes…always good…to serve…"

“So good…to serve…open for me…"

The tiger relaxed a bit, and suddenly it was easier than ever to fuck his little hero. Hector's hole took him all the way to the base, swallowing fourteen inches of cobra cock, and squeezing down on it eagerly. Every thrust, every bit of friction, pushed Samuel higher and higher towards his own pleasure, closer and closer to his inevitable orgasm.

He gripped those hips tighter, his thumbs digging into the tiger's ass cheeks. As his hero leaned against the window, claws scraping against the glass, the cobra watched his cock disappearing down that hole, watched as the rim clenched onto his cock, pulled back and stretched out as he pulled back, and then flexed as he slammed back in, always trying to hold onto it, always trying to keep him inside.

In his frenzy, he barely noticed Hector going over the edge, cumming all over the couch, but he didn't care. He still hadn't cum, and he needed it, badly. Samuel slammed in faster, harder, deeper, feeling his balls slapping off of that furry ass, and knowing he was almost there. The hero pushed back, helping him, and soon, he could hold back no longer.

With a deep, hissing moan, the cobra slammed forward and buried his cock completely inside of the tiger's hole. His hands squeezed tight around the tiger's hips, holding him still, and as he leaned forward, his power reached out and he spoke without thinking.

“You will serve your master…whenever he desires…the need to serve…is stronger than you can imagine…and fills you with intense…satisfaction…Always needy…always eager…my little hero…"

“Your…little hero…yours…"

His power worked on instinct, flashing through the hero's mind and doing the re-routing needed. Samuel barely knew it was happening; he could only watch as his subconscious needs played out through his powers. He had never lost control like this before, never done something so thoroughly selfish with his powers on another, but it felt…good. It felt right, that the tiger would put his need to service someone to the person that deserved it.

He slowly pulled out, his cock coated in his seed, and he wiped it off on the tiger's ass. When Hector woke up, he'd probably have a small headache, considering his mind had been played with as thoroughly as it had, but he would recover. And probably enjoy the messy gift left in his ass.

After taking a little time to adjust the tiger's robe again and wipe off the mess on the couch – after all, he wasn't completely heartless – he got up and walked to the door. A little twist of his powers nudged the tiger towards wakefulness as he left, not enough to wake him immediately, but enough to start the process.

As he shut the door, he took a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

[i]Was that…okay? I just turned him into a sex slave when he's not out heroing. I mean…he likes it, but…[/i]

Samuel shook his head. It wasn't the time for this sort of debate. As it was, there was someone else in the apartment complex that needed to be seen to, and he had little doubt that was going to take a long time. Better get started now, while he was thinking relatively clearly, and see what he could do.

He walked over to the elevator, pulling his information disguise back on. The last thing he needed to do was flash his still-dripping cock to everyone else on the way down. There'd be enough time for that when the heroes were arranged and the aliens were attacking Earth in a few years time.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]