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The TV on the kitchen counter blared. Traffic was backed up at the interchange downtown, thick boiling black smoke obscuring the knot of the two highways intersecting in the tangled knot of elevated byways, and obscuring everything below from the news copter. The ticker at the bottom, too small to see before I was dragged from the room, would have told me that there was an explosion at the mint, and that it was the source of the blaze.

I knew what that meant.

"Pants, off." Angela said as if it were a magic incantation, eyes alight as she stared me down. The bedroom door clicked behind her as she pushed forward, grabbing my shirt as I fumbled with my pants. Her paw slipped down into my khakis, cupping the swell below my vent and fingers tickling the smooth metallic green scales.

"This isn't healthy. I hear a siren on the way home from work, and I can practically feel your lips around my..." I trailed off. Two years together, and I still really had trouble saying inappropriate stuff out loud.

"Cock?" Angela smiled, showing her bright white fangs from cheek to cheek. My wolfess slid down my pants with her thumb, the tail snap coming undone with a tinny click, followed by the muffled rumpling of the light fabric around my ankles.

"Yeah." I whispered, my tail finding the edge of the bed. I more confidently put the back of my knee at the edge and sat down backwards, knowing how this dance was going to go. Sure enough, Angela didn't move to contradict me either with tone, touch, or expression. She instead prowled forward at me, her ears back as the newscaster blared about people choking in distress, the emergency medevac helicopter already moving in to evacuate a driver that had succumbed to the acrid smoke, to say nothing of what distress the fire was having. Without real facts, the TV was set to speculate on the bodycount the whole morning unless... I wish I could really close that door.

Angela grabbed my cheek, bringing my senses back to the present. "They need a hero." She whispered to me. I nodded. "But before Superior shows up, there's something we should do first." She smiled, tail wagging eagerly.

"Maybe it's just that danger excites you." I didn't pant, but my mouth hung open. I'd picked up some of her habits just like she picked up some of mine. When you were in love, things like that happened.

Angela showed me just how much she loved me, at least in a carnal aspect, as she grabbed my pants at the hips and slid them down with a flourish; obligingly I lifted my thighs and put my weight on her shoulders to help her, my tail stiffening to do the same. She had me nude from the waist, and that was what she wanted.

Dropping between my legs, Angela cooed with eagerness, her eyes practically salivating in place of her tongue as my hemipenes poked at her muzzle, telling her that I wanted her too, whether my lips were going to say it in words or not. She wasted no time there either, grabbing each shaft with one paw and sliding her tongue up the middle, lapping at both of them together. I groaned and clutched at the sheets as she took over. "I want it fast. And want it bad. Then you can go to work." She growled possessively and ducked her head down again. Her wet, full black lips wrapped around the tip of leftie, her left hand stroking rightie up and down. I know, I know, naming one's hemipenes was more than a little juvenile, but in my defense wasn't me that did so.

"Mmmph!" She happily moaned and slid her muzzle to the root of my cock. I thumped my head back into the covers, horns poking at the mattress and digging in while I fought the urge to grab her and join in. We were already in the right position. She liked being on top during moments like this. The urgency. The need. The control. Cool wetness chilled my cock when she rose up and switched over to the other. "Don't want rightie to get bored do we?" She licked her chops before she ducked her head down again, short cropped black hair falling down around her temples and then down across the ruff of her cheeks as she moaned and slurped upon it. The pinkish white veiny length stood proud and tall, her lips bulging as she rose up to the slightly flared head at the tip of my cock. Though we dragons were as far from snakes as one could get, the shape of our respective members was as diverse and strange as the distance in genotype. My family happened to take after pythons, with a set of malehoods that stood at almost a right angle from one another, and were thick, veiny, and almost had an equine-like flare at the tip. It was excellent to be so endowed, but annoying at the urinal.

It was further excellent in a situation like this, where now that Angela had gotten me good and ready, she rose up and turned sideways, looking at me with a hugely self-satisfied grin. "I'm ready big boy." She stroked both my cocks together. I trembled with need. "And it looks like you are too."

She wasted no more time, and probably would have raped me if I had said that I just wanted to cuddle and not have any more sex. Angela rose up and straddled my hips, her full breasts hanging down as gravity made them swing free from her chest as she leaned over me. She had a few curves to her, borne from not having a regular job as well as a boyfriend with an apartment she lived in, but I loved every curve of her luscious thighs, the swell and rise of her full breast. "Oh yeah," I murmured under my breath as her pink treasure came into view and nudged up against the head of my cock. Rightie. She liked rightie, but she tried not to play favorites.

"Good dragon." Angela purred in strangely catlike pleasure, and held my cock ready as she sank down on it. She cradled lefty in her palm as it slid up against the inside of her thigh, furrowing through her fur. But my hemipene that sank into her eager, moist pussy felt like ambrosia and honey tasted. The fat, flat head rudely shouldered inside her, eager and fervent as if it wasn't being completely directed by Angela and at her mercy. I growled and snarled, gnashing my teeth as she sat astride me and slid down further and further on my shaft on the first try. No messing around. No uncomfortable fumbling for position. She and I knew this dance and we'd done it hundreds of times.

"Good girl." I echoed her and grabbed her hips. She laughed, again, like silver bells and music as she then threw her head back and sat up atop me, rocking her hips up and down while barely moving her torso. "I wish we had longer." I panted. I would feel bad for going this quickly, but duty called. People were in danger. There was superheroing to do.

"C'mon, honey." She clenched her thighs together, and stroked my cock against her thigh, both sensations sliding down into my loins, and up into my mind. Lust coated fireworks burned red behind my eyes as she played with my body with rough and welcome abandon. I snarled again gritting my teeth as I started to feel my balls contract. "I can feel it already." She looked into my eyes. Of course she could. This is what she wanted, and had learned what to feel for, a process that had started almost the moment her lips had wrapped around my cock, and would now culminate with my orgasm.

I bucked my hips off the bed again, and came.

With a howl and twist of my hips to buck up into her, and bury myself deeper, I exhausted myself within my fiancée, feeling the white, powerful, thick ropy cum surge upwards and into her. No condom. Never anything to get between the two of us. She didn't cum herself, she didn't need to; making love was for other times when we didn't have lives in danger.

"Yes!" She barked, grabbing her hips. "YES!" The incandescence flared to life, burning her fur from the inside out. Her slate grey fur fluoresced into pristine white vibrancy over the course of just seconds. Even as she shouted in ecstatic joy at the feeling of the power flowing into her body, I could already see the changes other than that. She lost weight, and grew taller at the same time. She got heavier too as everything that was Angela was toned and firmed and enhanced beyond what she could ever have been capable of as a mortal wolf.

Light burst from her face as her eyes glowed gold, and she stared down over her now impressively massive bare breasts, the tuft of white fur between them half shielded her face from view. "Miss Omega Superior. How ever did you find your way into my bedroom." I drawled, and traced a clawtip around her thigh. "Not that I'm disappointed. Do you treat all your fans with-"

"Oh, don't be silly." She laughed and clenched her thighs, cutting me off with a garbled strangle as my hypersensitive cock inside her protested with eye-crossing sensation. Neither bad nor good, the sensation was raw, overclocked sensitivity that made it impossible to think. Claws that could tear through a concrete wall held my shoulders and she slowly, gently slid free of me, raising herself up off my cock, but not by standing.

My girl floated into the air and rolled over backwards, showing me her brilliant white pussy as she flipped over languidly, as if in zero gravity, and came to rest facing back down at me as she floated over my bed. My superheroine girlfriend. My superheroine soon to be wife. She looked nothing like Angela, from the amazonian physique to the unnaturally radiant eyes, but I could see my girl inside her with only the briefest of looks. We were both thankful for her transformation, because to her it meant that she didn't have to wear a mask in public, and to me it meant that no facial recognition software would be able to track her back home. At the end of it all, she was still Angela: the quirk of the mouth, the twitch of the eyebrow, the shy curl of her right toe as she realized I was ogling her. Everything was Angela.

"I have to go. And you have to get ready for work." She blushed under her fur, and closed her eyes. The last part of the transformation was underway as her clothing appeared out of thin air like dew coalescing over her fur. Black cuffs that started just below her shoulder draped down to her wrists, as well as the cape she wore attached at her temples to flow back down to the small of her back. It looked much like a nun's habit, and we had both commented on such with a laugh when she first transformed. It faded into view like a spiritual apparition until her clothing was a soft, light-absorbing black. The black bustier with the hard white omega symbol emblazoned up across the swell of her chest and down around her waist hid her nudity from the world while disguising her feminine form not even a little. Her boots, black with white laces, gripping all the way up to the top of her calf came last, and completed her ensemble that magically appeared from nowhere, just as it had the first day we'd ever made love. That had been a big day.

"I do. But I never get tired of watching that." I sighed with distracted regret. She had to go.

"I'll be back home as soon as I can after I know you're out of work." She leaned down, leg up in the air as she kissed me on the bed. I leaned up, tongue sliding out to entwine with hers in a kiss and a hug before I felt her drift backwards towards the ceiling.

I flopped back down onto the bed as she landed and stalked out of the bedroom with purposeful steps. Her gait changed as she walked away from me. She knew she was on a timer, and as much as I believed her that she would be home, I knew it would probably be an empty promise. She would be out helping people, and lives would be saved, kittens rescued from trees, and maybe a villain would be confronted and taught the error of their ways via words, or the old standard of punching the stuffing out of them.

I felt the warm wetness cooling across my thigh and groaned. I'd cum across myself since half of my cocks hadn't been inside her. Hemipenes. The only thing more juvenile than naming one's cock was the response I got from others, even as an adult. Two cocks, they would say, you are so lucky, think of all the chicks I could bang with... and then it would go on from there. Two cocks did not mean twice as much sex. It meant twice the mess. I rolled to my feet and did the squatting shuffle to the bathroom to not drip on the floor. Cleanup was easy, when you have scales.

In just under an hour I was at work. The traffic was starting to clear mid-town, but I thankfully worked in a small office park on the south side, just between where the urban sprawl ended and the concrete and steel complexes of downtown began. I was lucky to have the job that I did, which while I didn't make a ton more than minimum wage, was still generous considering that I needed to drop out of college because of lack of funds, and an idiot sense of pride that kept me from taking student loans. So I had a job in bookkeeping for a security company, managing their employees and logistics, rather than a cushy accountancy job for a fortune 500. That's what I told myself, at least.

The rest of the day went like normal, moving numbers from one column to the other, managing the books, and making inane office chatter. This was my life, and it was a good one because I had my life, my health, a wonderful gal, and my freedom, and that was a lot more than the huge majority of the world had. Still it was dull, except for Angela.

I was frequently jealous of her, given that she got to go out and do all the heroing. Although she was the superhero, it wasn't her power to bootstrap herself up into a flying, colossally powerful force of nature. I was the one with the superpower. The superpower to turn someone into a superpowered person for exactly 48 hours. If someone outside had watched Angela and I making love this morning, it probably would have looked like she just wanted a quickie before heading off to save the world, but it was something she had to do just to be able to be her superpowered self at all. Some people worry their spouse only loves them for their money. I wondered if Angela only loved me because of the power I gifted her. When that moment of bliss came, when that moment of sharing yourself with another person arrived, energy flowed from me into my lover, and they would gain their own superpowers. My first girlfriend back in high school, one of the dingo girls in the track team with me named Kim Vanhart, she gained powers over insects and another pair of arms. She loved the power and the abilities, but when it wore off after two days she realized how insane it was. We'd spoken once since then, and only for her say that she'd gotten engaged to another dingo. It was awkward, but she said in the quiet silences in the lapse of conversation that she'd kept my secret and hadn't told anyone. Small blessings.

How do you explain that to a paramour? "Dear, I am super-interested in you, but if we ever make love, you'll become super-powerful, and may also turn into a bug." It would be a rough conversation even in an ideal setting.

Angela I had met at a meetup group for singles getting out and associating with one another through activities like hiking and camping. She'd spotted me, and despite my initial resistance, I fell in love with her before I knew what was happening. The first night we were together was my birthday. I'd tried to explain myself before we got too intimate, but then came was the blindfold, and then the gag, and things kind of went out of control and I ended up with a giant wolfess straddling my hips. I also had a broken bed frame, and two days in the hospital with a hairline fracture in a caudal vertebra.

"Hey." My boss waved his hand from over the half-height cubicle. "Quitting time. Finish up and go home, I don't have budget for O.T." the raccoon said genially and clapped the metallic frame, his ring clacking in a parting gavel fall. The clock read 17:15.

I'd been staring at the TV again. There had been a hostage situation downtown, and the other superhero types had been in Europe dealing with a massive riot by some alien. I knew who would be responding to the situation. The camera feed declared it was live, and though the sound was off because I was in the office, nevertheless it was easy to make out what was going on with the text crawl at the bottom of the screen. Out of the sky drifted the white and black form of Omega Superior, like an avenging angel out of the heavens with the sun behind her.

She said a few words, swept her hand back, probably motioning the cameras away, and then came a smartphone video of a black wolf with a red visor over his eyes yelling something into the camera, into the TV. 'Red Mail demands ransom!' the bottom text declared. I knew that guy. He'd been arrested twice, and actually my company had personal experience with him. Red Mail was a wolf that could almost be a standard thug or criminal, but he and some line to get tech that made him more of a threat than the average criminal. I'd had to process the family medical leave claims for ten of our security guards when they all got nerve damage when Red Mail had broken into the private art collection vault they had been guarding. There was some sort of flash in front of them, the wolf laughing, and then they'd all just collapsed insensate. Jack Flash, the hyperspeed cheetah, showed up and broke his device and hauled the wolf off to jail.

Angela would be fine. Red Mail was a two bit nobody compared to her, I felt with a flash of pride and a swell of my chest. I could only live the superheroics vicariously, and I knew Angela would tell me all about it when she got home.

The commute home was long, and there was traffic because of road construction. And then I was home. Alone. That was usual. I fixed dinner, sat down in my sweatpants after a jog and turned on the TV.

Omega Superior: Defeated?

I coughed and stood in front of the old, dusty set we had, the converter box on top glowing with it and the TV the only illumination in the room. There was a shot from down on the ground as the shaky footage of the cameraman focused in on two figures on the skyway between two buildings, the right-hand one I recognized from the news report from work. The newscaster was saying something, but I couldn't hear it over the pounding of blood in my ears. Onscreen, Omega Superior dashed forwards, and I saw the black wolf get grabbed and hurled back against a support beam. He raised his hand as Omega Superior charged him and he punched her across the face. It looked like it did nothing, and my girl gave him a whallop to the gut, sending him reeling. Then she staggered back, coughing, and clutching her throat, and my own breath caught in my lungs.

Red Mail got up, and as Omega Superior sank to her knees, grabbed her hair and started hauling her back into one of the buildings.

"-No further footage of Red Mail or Omega Superior since that incident. Further, there is not yet any word yet on the appearance of Omega Superior, and sources with the police department have stated that Red Mail has not yet been arrested. Here we have with us Grace McIlsworth to discuss with our panel of experts about plausible scenarios that may be-" I turned off the set.

This was the worst part about being the spouse of a super. Well, the real superhero. The waiting, the worrying if they were all right. Was Angela captured? Why had she gone down after such a pissant punch from such a pissant of a villain? She'd been coughing. Had she suffocated?

Where was she?

Where was she?!

I was thankful and annoyed that all my clocks were digital. There was nothing to reassure or annoy me that time was passing. A little bit of scotch turned into half the bottle over the course of the night, the minutes wearing on into hours felt like it was taking days. I was so worried for her. Sometimes she would be late, but I never worried. She was invulnerable, and hardly ever came home with anything more than a bruise or singed fur. With each transformation, she'd be fresh and whole again, without a mark on her, so even a broken arm was something to laugh about a day later.

I woke up the next morning, fifteen minutes before I had to leave, with my cellphone blaring its alarm. Knocking over the empty bottle of scotch, I hauled myself out of the chair and checked the apartment. Still alone. Still no Angela.

It wasn't like she hadn't done this before. She would only be a superhero for two days, and she didn't actually have to sleep during that period. There was a decent chance every time I transformed her that she wouldn't be back till the end of the two days, particularly if there was some sort of dimensional thing, or alien incursion, or ... whatever it was that superheroes get up to. This though, was a sour note to head to work on, if I was going to get any work done at all. My phone was in my pocket, set to vibrate, and my news alert was set to anything about Omega Superior. It was how I could normally keep track of her during the day. The advent of twitter and social media really helped, because sometimes I'd get a ping on her name from helping someone in Asia, or South America. She'd always have a great story about what antics she'd been up to when she got home when that happened.

There was that one time she got stuck in Australia, and it'd emptied our bank account to get her home. I hope that was what the situation was going to be now, rather than anything else.

Work was a fog as my imagination of what 'anything else' was occupied my concerns, instead of figures and numbers and proper quarterly end reports and account reconciliation.

The night passed the same as it did the prior night. Somewhere in the fog there might have been about two hours of sleep, or more. Or less. It was difficult to tell. My evening was frantic internet searching punctuated by exhausted frustration and hurling my phone away from me to try and get sleep. Every noise made me jump up and look to the back yard window to see if it was her coming home.

And then finally, in the morning, relief came.

My phone rang. Unidentified number.

"This is a collect call, do you accept the charges from 'It's me!'" Angela's voice rang through in the automatically repeated recording.

My heart leapt and relief flashed over me. But she wasn't here. The clock read eight fifteen in the morning, nearly an hour after she'd changed. She'd been a normal wolf again for nearly an hour.

"What's happened? Are you all right?" I couldn't get the words out fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, they- it was some sort of incapacitation powder. When I changed back, I was fine. With smaller wrists and ankles, I got out of the cabling they had me tied up with. I'm fine, but I don't have any clothes and I need you to come get me!" She sounded as terrified as I had been all day yesterday. "I'm on a phone in the back of an office in a warehouse. The street sign outside is Valiant and Beech street." She whispered.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" I grabbed my keys from beside the door, and grabbed yesterdays khakis. I pulled them on, phone tucked in my ear as I jerked them up and fumbled for the belt and tail snap. I was hungry. Thirsty. None of that mattered now because Angela was okay, and she needed me. "I'll navigate there and be there as quick as I can!"

"Please hurry." She whined over the phone in palpable fear. "I'm leaving the phone off the hook, but I'm moving to the back alley to put a shipping pallet against the outside of the door so you'll know where I am." She whispered, "and then I'm hiding! I don't want to be caught by these filth again."

Silence then, and scraping, were my only companions for the next few minutes as I rushed down to my car and was on my way. I was missing work, but that didn't matter. I'd just say I was sick. I didn't have a shirt, or shoes, or even my wallet, and so I'd be in a lot of trouble if I found myself on the receiving end of a traffic stop. Regardless, I clenched my claws around the gas pedal and took the freeway, frantically following my phone's directions to the intersection Angela gave me.

Finally, I was there. The buildings were run down, streaks of mineral deposits weeping from gutter spouts and cracked concrete walls making the uniformly sad-looking buildings appear to be issuing blood from their insides over the course of years. Window panes were cracked and missing, but more often were walled up plywood or prefabricated barriers attached from the inside of the building to block the windows. Since I pulled off the highway, I'd seen no cars, and only a few delivery trucks that flitted across side streets and making turns out of sight. Weeds grew from the cracks in the sidewalk and at the edges of the road and the cracked pavement, the dilapidated and lonesome street signposts showing that the city and state road crews had as much interest in being here as the average person.

It was deserted, I noted as I pulled up to the intersection and slowly advanced upon the street beyond, into a cul de sac with a shipping dock at the terminus of the road. This would help me get Angela into the car and home without people seeing her naked, but also would make my arrival and departure extremely conspicuous. There were criminals about, the kind of people that would kill or hurt others. I had to get Angela out of here and fast.

I spotted the pallet leaning against a door on the outside, and I turned off my phone, as all had been quiet through the connection after I'd heard the scraping and closing of the door through the connection. She'd hidden, true to her word, and so I hoped she was close enough to hear me when I came to the door.

Breath shallow, nerves jangling with excited and fearful energy, I exited the car to leave it running with the door open, and stepped to the side of the alleyway. With quiet, shaking hands I gingerly lifted the half broken wooden shipping pallet and set it aside. Every scrape was a rapport of a gun, every squeak and rasp of the rusty door handle and hinges a colossal bellow alerting every criminal in the world of my presence.

I opened the door and leaned in, whispering hoarsely, "Angela!" My pupils were tiny points as I had come out of the bright morning light, and I looked around the dim and dusty office room. There was a desk, a phone off the hook now quietly beeping it's warning that the party on the other end had hung up minutes ago.

"Baby!" I heard Angela say, and from behind a filing cabinet on the right side of the room, she stepped out from hiding. She beamed with elation and delight, tail wagging as my wolfess dashed across the short distance and threw herself into my arms. Her muzzle locked with mine, and she kissed me deeply, sharing her musky breath and scent with me. She tasted salty and.. strange.

And then there was an explosion of pain in the back of my head between my horns, and everything went black.

"Good morning, and wakey-wakey, little dragon!" The rough, gravelly voice beat upon my tympana, and I came awake flinching away and trying to bury my muzzle into my shoulder. I jerked my arm upwards to flail at whomever this was, and as I immediately realized, I was helpless and immobile. My head pounded with a throbbing hurt that blossomed from the between my horns and then radiated out in time with my heartbeat. Ask someone to be aware that they were breathing, or blinking, and suddenly that person is aware of that minute, annoying process. Ask a dragon to acknowledge that his horns existed, and quite suddenly those horns were going to feel every breeze across them and the sensation of their tactile self extending beyond their skull. So too was it here, with that pain and headache extruding itself from inside my head and up my horns. I'd been dragged bodily by my horns, for sure.

Now I was tied to a chair. "Whu," my first cogent statement was less than indignant or angry, as I fought to come to consciousness. My arms were tied at my sides, my ankles immediately voiced their protest as ropes squeezed my scales and kept me lashed to the solid wooden chair in the center of the apartment in which I found myself. The walls were unpainted, the drywall bare, and the windows covered with translucent film to protect the windows from scarring or chipping during construction.

"Mmmph." A feminine moan came from beside me, and my eyes focused so that I could finally look around better. Sitting next to me in a similar chair sat the wiry black wolf that I'd seen only as a mugshot and grabbing Omega Superior's hair. He grinned at me, nastily and widely.

"Hey sunshine. Gotta say, you got a great taste in girlfriends." He chuckled darkly, and I looked down. Between his spread legs a grey wolf with her short hair half obscuring her face bobbed up and down on his cock. She took a long, slow pull at Red Mail's cock, long tongue curling around the shaft before pulling up, and to the tip to slide around up and off, leaving only a tiny runner of precum and saliva connecting the two. Oh god. Angela.

Red Mail was dressed in what looked like a biker outfit, but with no attempt to disguise the armored plates at the forearms, shoulders, and chest. He was naked from the waist down, though, making it almost look like he was a football player with his pants off. That was not a helpful image right now.

"Who's a good girl?" Red Mail grinned like the wolf he was, and scratched behind her head. The lanky wolf's eyes squinted at her and his brows furrowed. He was being mean, and there was only ice behind that apparent praise.

"I am!" Angela all but giggled as she beamed back, genuinely happy, and waggled his dick back and forth in the air before kissing the tip of the black wolf's equally black cocktip.

Red Mail threw an arm around my shoulder, and I lost his first words as I started struggling. With a guttural cry of anger, I did my level best. I wasn't fit, I wasn't a huge bodybuilder or superhero. I knew there was no chance against these ropes, but I had to try.

His arm was behind me so I threw my head back and my nearly foot long bone white horns jabbed back into his forearm. I heard him hiss in pain, or discomfort, or something, and I was viscerally happy... right up until his hand punched me in my exposed, upturned throat. I gagged, and coughed.

"There." Red Mail chuckled and retracted his arm, "No harm done. No bruising. But you're going to shut up now, right? Sure you are." The wolf rubbed his left arm and gave a friendly smile from his muzzle as he looked at me. His eyes were nothing but murder.

"You bastard. What... what?" I growled, baring my fangs. The accusation instead came out as a gurgle, and then a cough, but I knew I'd been understood. I didn't have words yet to challenge this bastard, or what he was doing with Angela.

"I thought I had it made, yeh?" The wolf leered at me. "Oh, and geeze, your girl sucks cock better than any other whore I've had the pleasure of ruining on my pet-maker of a cock here." He waggled the base of his thick black cock as Angela bobbed up and down on it again. Bastard hadn't even lost his erection when I jabbed him with my horns.

"So I thought I had it made, I was going to use this 'compliance powder' that my fence sold me as a one-time deal. I never ask where he gets the stuff, but I do hope he gets more." The wolf mused, and then looked me in the eye. The wolf thought he was being clever, explaining what had happened. Going steady with Angela meant I'd heard this all before, and I knew where this story was going, including the hiccup that he was going to explain at the end.

"So I break into this nonprofit nonsense business and take some hostages, and then use my powder on the CEO to get his password and dump all the funds into my own account, collect the ransom, and be on my way. I even waited for most of the capes to be out of town." He said as if he was explaining the logistics of planning a cookout. "Then who busts in but Omega Superibitch, and starts takin' my guys out. The cops stormed the place. I thought, no way was my little fungus-dust trick going to work on her, but... whaddya know?" The villain slid his arm around behind my back, confident that I wasn't going to stab him in the arm again, and held up his own smartphone. It was a cheap, disposable kind that Angela and I had purchased to use for emergencies, but this one wasn't one of ours.

On screen a video file played, Red Mail watching me as my eyes locked on the travesty on screen. "Oh yes! Yes! I'm your little pet dog!" Omega Superior wagged her tail as she knelt on the floor, and then lowered her head, her long, wet tongue sliding up the black foot that was raised to her muzzle. She was naked except for her boots and sleeves, and shining across her muzzle was a long glistening streak of fluid that wasn't as white as her pristine, nearly glowing white fur. "Will you fuck me again, sir?" She asked, with needy, hungry eyes.

I saw red, and I glared at him, blood pounding in my ears. He smiled and shook his head. "It's okay. I'm done with her. This is just a little show, sport, because I want you to feel relieved." Red mail put down the phone, though the lewd sounds that followed echoed tinily in the empty half-constructed apartment building. "See. I'm going to let her go. Not because I'm a particularly nice guy, but because I now have something better. She told me everything about you." He raised his foot and pushed Angela back off his cock. She came free with a slurp and a gasp, but dutifully knelt down and waited for whatever he wanted from her next.

"I'm sick of being thrashed by might-makes right caped a-holes who think they're God's gift to furs." The black wolf stood up in front of me, adjusting the dark glove on his right hand, the one that I saw him cross across Omega Superior's face on television.

Oh God. Oh no.

"I ain't a faggot, but I'll gladly use you to get what I want." Red Mail raised his hands to the side. "I ain't even broken up your girl got my men all arrested. I got you, you wonderful little pussy." The wolf raised his hand. I held my breath.

Instead of hitting me, the gloved paw closed around my muzzle. It was warm with his bodyheat, and he held it there. It was a waiting game, and I was going to loose. I had time to dimly reflect that he'd said 'powder', so I was screwed no matter how long I held my breath. Whatever it was that made Angela so docile was just going to sit there until I took a breath. He was just holding my muzzle as a show of dominance.

"Me? With superpowers? I wouldn't need a crew anymore, I wouldn't need to worry about capes." He mused as if wondering what he would spend ten million dollars on.

Red Mail grinned. He didn't have to say anything, but apparently gloating was par for the course. The seconds ticked by as Angela waited on the floor, kneeling. I sat in the chair, and Red Mail looked down at me in the eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, and strained against my bonds, jerking my head to the side in a futile effort that only was rewarded with him grabbing my right horn to hold me steady in his grip.

I took a shallow breath. I couldn't help it. The blackness had been creeping in around the corners of my eyes and the pounding in my head was worse. Red Mail nodded. "Good boy." he said, clapping his hand to my chest, and forcefully, unwillingly I exhaled and took a great sucking breath of that fistful of paw.

I felt nothing at first, but the coppery sting of danger and anger flooding through me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't do this. I wasn't a hero. I was just some guy who had a weirdo power that he couldn't even use himself, and now it was going to be perverted for evil. Angela would get away, if Red Mail was true to his word.

"Angela." I croaked.

"Nuh, uh." Red Mail, waved to my girlfriend, even as she licked her fingers daintily, her eyes half lidded and showing so little care to the world around her she might have been watching television. "Girl, you go sit on the side of the bed in the next room. I'm gonna prep my boy here and be there in a minute." He nodded to her, leather body armor creaking at his movement, and his cock bobbing between my eyes. Without another word, or concern for me, she got up and all but bounced out of the room, her tail wagging playfully. That couldn't be my Angela. This was all wrong.

"See? She's completely fine with all of this." Red Mail grabbed my horn and tipped my muzzle back from following her bare butt out of the room to look into his eyes. "Just like you will be. But we need to make sure she's out of the room for this part." Red Mail smiled, and grabbed both my horns, holding me steady.

"You ready, jackass?" Red Mail guffawed, whiskers angling upwards as his mirth oiled its way out of every fiber of his being. Conquest. Victory. The wolf even smelled like he was taking the victor's lap already. I closed my eyes and prayed that Angela was faking, and that everything was going to be all right after she came back and hit him across the back of the head with a crowbar.

"Please, don't do this. I've never.. maybe it only works with girls." I stammered, grasping at straws.

"Guess we'll find out. And if it does only work with girls? Well. Unless you got a skill I need, no one will ever see you or your girl again." He growled. The message was clear, if I could control my power, I had better not, because otherwise I'd be dead. He wasn't even asking me if I could control my power. He'd likely gotten everything he wanted to know from Angela, she looked so devoted to him.

And then there came a clenching in my throat, in my sinuses, and I started coughing uncontrollably. "There we are! Just a few seconds, that's all it takes for the spores to sit down in your lungs and start their business." The wolf flicked open a small but angrily sharp looking knife to idly twirl it in his hand, watching me as the first part of his experiment commenced.

The world started going fuzzy, and everything seemed brighter. My pupils were probably dilating, since the wolf reached out and grabbed my left brow, lifting it with his thumb while palming my smooth green head. I didn't resist. Everything sounded and felt so distant now. I felt like I was receding into the background of myself, as if I myself was not really a part of what was going on. Red Mail may have me tied up, but he wasn't really a problem anymore, was he?

"Good boy. Good boy." He cooed, and held my head steady while I panted, my pointed, forked draconic tongue lolling out of the front of my mouth. Everything was warm now, the temperature in the room must have been kicked up ten or twenty degrees.

Red Mail was doing something. I could feel tiny jerks at my limbs as he held me upright against the chair. "Feel that? Feel how nothing really matters anymore?" The wolf looked down, and then back up into my eyes. "Feel how nice you're starting to feel? And that it's making you feel freer? Like you can move again? That's a good feeling, yah?" His words floated into my head. I couldn't focus on anything around me. Everything was blurry, and it was hard to even tell that he was moving his mouth.

"Dragon boy, that's you, right? Dragon boy. You're feeling nice and relaxed now, and there's no reason to try and fight back or struggle now. You're with me now, and your girl, right? And both of you are safe. You feel that, right? That you're safe. You are."

I opened my mouth, and swallowed thickly. "Yes." My own voice floated into my own mind. I said that because I was safe.

"Good, and I'm the one that made you feel this safe. I always make you feel safe and good." Hands lifted me, and walked me away from the chair where I had sat. I wasn't so much a passenger in my own body as I was just so supremely relaxed that it was hard to do anything but respond to that wonderful black wolf.

"Yes."

"Yes, that's right, and you never, ever want to do anything to fight back against what I tell you to do. That you know you're so safe and protected with me that you never want to leave. Say it with me now, you never want to leave." Red Mail guided me along, and I could hardly feel or see the bare, skeletal frames of the two by four stud walls around me as I passed insensate into a mostly finished bedroom. There was a familiar scent in here, one I loved, but also one filled with the earthy, musky scent of Red Mail.

I must have nodded in agreement to his questions.

"I'm such a good protector for you, you'll never think to even challenge that thought ever again. Understand? Never again. You need to repay my protection with your loyalty."

"Yes. Loyalty." I echoed listlessly.

Red Mail guided me down to the bed and I felt my shins touch the soft, pillowy side of the four poster bed that loomed in front of me. A pair of grey wolf paws caught my shoulders and lowered me down forwards. "And more than loyalty. You know what I need most from you, is to be strong. You need to share your secret with me, to give me superpowers so that I can protect you even better. That's only fair."

Red Mail's words set off alarms in my head, and then each one was muffled by a whispering shush of tranquil reassurance as the taller wolf stroked my back, tracing his fingers along the sides of my blunt dorsal ridges. "I... guess."

"Yes, you do. I'm your protector, and I need to tell you what to do. You're my protectee, and you do what I tell you. There's a name for that relationship, right? A master, and a servant. There's nothing bad about that word. Servant. It's just true, and just helps define our relationship." A paw gripped the scruff of my head as I held my muzzle down, looking straight at the covers between them.

"Repeat after me: You are Red Mail's servant." The wolf commanded.

I didn't even need to process the words before I replied. "I am Red Mail's servant."

"You will do what I ask."

"I will do as you ask."

"You will feel what I order you to feel."

"I will feel what you order me to feel." My dry throat rasped. Hands caressed my body.

"Master, may I...?" I heard Angela's request in my ear, distant and far away.

"Yes, White Mail, you can. You're my new lady partner in crime, and we both need to be powered up if we want to take that bank this evening." Red Mail laughed darkly. That made me angry, but I didn't know why. Instead, I looked up at the wolfess before me, who turned up her tail and laid down on the bed, sliding her feet between my hands gripping the bed comforter.

"Now boy," Red Mail stroked his hand black along the curve of my skull. "We need that nice orgasm of yours, right? That thing that gives power to someone you have sex with? You can't just give it to Angela this time, you have to give it to me. Me first. Her second."

I gulped. The world was getting slightly clearer now, only by tiny degrees, as the initial kick of the... whatever this powder was... started settling down. "I don't know if... if it would work-"

"Shhh. Well, we're going to find out. And if it doesn't work... well, Angela will be able to protect me, won't she?" He reassuringly stroked my back. "This time, I'm going to take it easy on you, but after this, I'm really going to have your ass anytime I want. But for now, let's make sure this happens right. You hear me, right, dragon? It seems like you've never had a single thought about other males. And that's good. It's not good to sleep with males or females that I don't tell you to. I, just me, am not like other people."

I turned to look at him over my shoulder, eying the wolf that had finished stripping off his body armor. A warm, familiar, and beautiful body pressed against me from below, soft, furry pawed hands sliding across my pecs as the familiar smell and feeling of Angela settled into place beneath and under me. This was how we made love when there was no rush. Missionary. Me on all fours starting out.

But now, there was my master. And there was something different about him. Something I couldn't put my finger on.

"You know what's different about me? In your heart, you realize that it's not that you're in love with me, but that you need my cock. You crave it, even more than pussy. You need me inside you, and it makes you so hard, and so aroused. You feel like a hero yourself when you finally get my whole shaft inside you." Red Mail's words droned onwards, and it was impossible to block him out, even if I wanted to. His words were taking over my inner monologue. I struggled to find the words to respond, but master was kind enough to fill in the spaces I was trying to fill.

"So when I order you to, you're only too happy to oblige by turning up that ass of yours, showing it off to me, and.... letting me in." Paws on my cheeks again. Angela was turning me back to look at her. She smiled up at me beatifically.

"Yes." I whispered, to Angela, acknowledging Red Mail.

"Yes master." He rebutted, hand clasping the back of my neck. I felt something hot and wet that slid alongside my thick draconic tail, and felt it lifted up and above me. I lowered it over Red Mail's shoulder as he let go of it, and kneeled down behind me. The warm, almost hot tip of what must have been his cock pressed against my thigh, and then slid home to rest at my tailhole.

"Good boy." He gowled. "What you're about to feel is what you're going to live for from now on. You're not going to be greedy, but you'll realize that making sure I have powers, and whomever I want to have them other than me, is your driving force. Making sure I'm safe to protect you, and provide for you." The black wolf behind me seared the thoughts into my mind.

The pain was incredible, but it filled me with an amazing feeling of rightness and purpose that just drowned out all other sensations. I could tell Master had used some sort of lubricant, but the head of his cock was pushing into me, and I'd never, ever done anything like this before. I whimpered and twisted my head to the side, giving a shudder as his naked, unprotected cock ground forward.

That Angela had guided my hemipenes to her pussy and tailhole together was far from my mind as my Master opened my body up to sheath his cock within my being. Personal goals, struggling to hold a job, supporting Angela, none of this mattered anymore as he filled me with his glorious cock. I struggled to find words, but instead found only the strength to push back against his hips, grinding up against him to force his cock deeper inside me, even though I felt so unready, so unworthy for it.

"Good boy. Good boy. You love the feeling of my cock inside you, from now on, and it will be enough to make you cum without even touching your cock." His fanged words slashed against my tympanum, his mind taking over my libido and lust. Just then, his canine shaft found a knot inside me, and even without his words, there was a tightness in the back of my throat as pleasure and strange heat stoked itself inside me. My shoulders flexed as I rocked against Angela, and back against Red Mail. The wolf rode me, his cock using my body like it should, and my two lovers, master and Angela, became my entire world as they panted, grunted, and used me so wonderfully.

"Master!" I gasped.

"Cum!" He snarled, without ceremony, and tipped back his head in a howl, and I felt the sweet, blissful radiance of my own cum blossom and surge into Angela, and the power grow and radiate back into Red Mail as well. Trembling, I felt Angela's grip grow and strengthen as her changes started, and then our terrrible, poweful, wonderful Master began his first transformation.

Red Mail howled behind us, the fullness of my belly becoming an earth-rending gout of pleasure that I'd never known or experienced before. I had to look. I ducked my head and half turned, my tailhole rotating around that wonderful cock. Red Mail began to grow slightly, the thin criminal putting on weight, heft, and height all together. Like Angela and her process, when I was past the point of no return, my partner started visibly transforming and taking on the aspects of their new superpowered self.

An echo of the body armor he once wore faded into existence with a metallic clank, and the snap of prismatic sparks blazed where metal met metal. The pristine snow-white armor that grew like a shell around his chest and down his upper arms glowed with incandescent strength, even as it sucked the last of the light from his fur. Red Mail's black fur turned midnight, and then slipped beyond as it ate all the light that touched it, the albedo dropping to nothing to make his fur and body appear like a featureless, flat, wolf-like muscled shape. I could feel his still very warm and solid cock inside me, just as plain as my hemipene throbbed in Angela's pussy and tailhole. Beside me, Angela rubbed her cheek with mine as we watched our Master transform. I could feel her growing as well, her slight paunch evaporating and her superhero costume growing around her stronger form beneath me. We both were concentrating instead on our Master's achievement.

"Yes!" He snarled, and clenched his fists, letting go of my sides. He laughed, bellowed, maniacal strength rumbling through his riotous mirth with all the threat and force of a following thunderstorm. "It's happening! It worked! I'm unstoppable!" Red Mail planted the palm of his hand against my waist, and I could feel my pelvis bend, and pain blossom with what would surely be a bruise tomorrow. He pulled out as if I was a sex toy to discard, and stepped back from the bed, thudding down onto the plywood floor of the nearly bare apartment bedroom with heavy, magical steel booted feet.

"No more small crimes. No more small time. I can do anything now, and the world is my oyster!" He shouted, lifting both arms triumphantly. The shadows thrown about the room by the bare bulb deepened and darkened, and we both watched in idle fascination as they formed into shapes and peeled away from the wall to flit ephemerally about the room and reattach like normal shadows would to the floor and walls. This did not go unnoticed by our Master.

His deep blue eyes sparkled and squinted as he leered at the two of us on the bed, his green dragon slut in the arms of the corrupted Omega Superior. Below me, the 'superheroine' grabbed my waist and shoulder and pulled me over onto her chest while floating off the bed, baring me like I was an object to our Master. "You've done it," She growled, voice full of emotion. She licked her tongue aggressively up along the nape of my neck and to my cheek. The thing is, that gesture had always been one of playful affection. That was odd.

"Yes, thanks to our lovely tailhole, our lovely cock." Red Mail growled, and then rolled something around in his mouth. "Tch. Red Mail is an ill fitting name now. I need something more grandiose to match my strength. Maybe... Alpha Crusader." He grunted with satisfaction, and reached down to take up the belt that hung at his waist. He was halfway to buckling it, to hide his nudity from view, as a disconcerted look passed over his face.

A glimmer of yellow light flickered to life behind his pale blue, all too mortal eyes. "No. What is this." He huffed, and leaned forwards, grasping my throat as Omega Superior held me. Her own hand shot out and held his, protecting him from strangling me.

"I think... you're becoming... a superhero." I stammered, nonplussed.

"You bastard!" Alpha Crusader staggered backwards. "No! It's... you can't do this to me!" He looked at his hands as if they were an alien life form attached to his body. "No, no, no! I am my own wolf! I forge my own destiny! This power is tainted by you filthy weak, simpering idiotic notion of... right and wrong." He half turned, showing us in profile as his half-hard cock let a long, pearly and glowing runner of semen wobble and then drop from his cock to the floor below, making the plywood seem brighter and more alive and real for the few inches around it.

Alpha slashed his diamond hard claws across the fresh drywall, caving in six feet of wall with a single effortless swipe. "I look out for number one, but when there's so much I want to be doing... I could be helping people to-" Again, he shook his head, fighting the yellow glow that crept into his eyes.

"I am renewed with every transformation." Angela whispered in my ear, and sat back onto the bed. She let out a soft sob and wrapped her hands around my midsection, planting her head against the small of my back, as if unable to meet my sight. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry for what I did."

"It's okay. Master will take care of us," I said confusedly, reaching down to stroke Omega Superior's side. "It's all right." I gave her a smile, turning my head as far as I could. For some reason, that didn't lift her spirits.

"You... you gave me superpowers," Alpha Crusader growled, and came to his feet, stepping forwards, and looming over us both. "I can feel it inside me, the strength. It's ... so hard to describe, but it's like a light shining out." The big black wolf leaned in at my face, inches away.

"I know I made you my servant, my pet, and I know that was wrong, and I don't know if I can undo what I've done, but I will strive to do right by you." The wolf looked between the two of us. "If you would have me. If not, I will turn myself...." The black wolf grimaced, his criminal self fighting against this last, altruistic change. "In. I would turn myself in, if you want to. But in two days I will become a villain again. Please don't let that happen."

"I hate you for what you did to us. What you tried to do to us. What you... did to my love." Omega Superior wrapped her hands around me and slid down, squeezing just beneath my ventral vent, my cocks having retreated out of fear and surprise. With new vigor, the tips popped free, flat and hard already. "But something in me tells me you need a second chance, and to stay a hero... well... there's one cock for each of us."