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Darkmind's Nefarious Plan

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"Well...well...look what the cats dragged in..." the gloating voice echoed off the cathedral-like ceiling of the huge, vaulted room, dark except for cones of harsh light zooming down to create little illuminated circles along its length before the room terminated on a massive display screen the size of the entire back wall, showing the entire surface of the Earth in one huge projection.

The furson dragged in did not pay much attention to it, tied down with the electrocollar and cuffs around his wrists and ankles to make sure that he would not resist the two hulking lion sentries wearing their dark leather uniforms and dark gas mask-like facepieces that made them impersonal, threatening, and by all means obviously designed to be as much.

"...we meet again, Darkmind!" the shackled wolf replied in an annoyed rumble.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH!" the maniacal laughter soared up to the ceiling and spread throughout the room, making the wolf's ears flatten both from the noise and the sentiment it carried.

"I cannot say it is a pleasure," the wolf spoke again.

A shape approached, more slight than the huge lions keeping the prisoner at check, and certainly physically unimposing once he stepped into one of the light cones blazing down from the spires of the room. He was a fox, though only his very long, bushy white-tipped tail and his crimson red muzzle could be discerned as the marks of his species, with the purple full body jumpsuit he wore to cover the rest of himself. It was skintight and left none of his body's shapes for the imagination, and his slim, almost feminine fox hips were further accentuated by a brown belt that hugged up to them, adorned by a large, glowing gem on the front. A shock of braided, white hair flowed down from the crown of his vulpine head and drooped over one shoulder, giving him a slightly wild look to complete the entire outrageous, extravagant, almost camp ensemble.

In the wolf's mind, there was no almost in that effect. He sneered at the sight of his nemesis, the fox with his paws folded behind his back, looking down his long muzzle at the wolf held captive by his two huge henchmen.

"Mister Lightning," the fox murmured in a sickly sweet voice, "I see that despite my best effort to get rid of you at the iPhone factory in China, you have endured..."

"You must have underestimated my ability to resist fire," the wolf replied smugly.

He even did his best to puff out his chest despite being shackled, letting the fox see his ripped torso in good light, under the blue spandex outfit he wore to mark his status as a hero and a protector of the feeble and the endangered, from the likes of Darkmind and his heinous plots to mind control the furry kind through his nasty schemes. No more, the wolf thought. Never should the civilization fall under such a megalomaniac tyrant as the fox, once a brilliant scientist whose wireless broadband experiment had gone wrong during a microwave test and he'd been reduced into this...sheer madman. It made the wolf's mind fill with both anger and regret, and a great deal of pity, at the fallen genius, resorted to pursuing his insane plots and cowering in this mountain hideout in the Aconcagua mountain.

The fox laughed.

"Ah yes, the factory...the only thing I have underestimated was the amount of explosives to use..." Darkmind said with a smug smile, "that is not a mistake I shall do again, believe me, even though my latest scheme does not require much blowing up of things...at least not anymore.."

"It is over, Darkmind," Mister Lighting told the fox, confidently despite his calamitous circumstances. The powered cuffs that prevented him from using his telekinetic powers were hindrance, but perhaps deception and misdirection would come to his help in his planned escape from Darkmind's remote mountain lair, "with the factory, your plan to mind control the entire world with your hypnotic iPads is gone. You have lost your chance in ruling the world!"

The fox clicked his tongue disapprovingly, his long tail wagging in the air behind him, making a loud shuffling noise in the cavernous main gloating hall of his subterranean villain dwelling.

"You are so very wrong, Mister Lightning," he told the masked wolf with glee, "do you think I would place all my card to such a simple hand? You think wrong, Lightning, so very wrong..."

"Even now, the Hero Squad is destroying the remains of your operation in China," the wolf said, "you have lost everything, so the best you could is to submit to being admitted to a mental hospital for the supercriminally insane - "

"Nonsens!" the fox let out a shrill bark to terminate the wolf's words. "I will do no such a thing because there is not a single fur on this planet who may hold such a power over me as to strip me off my powers and ship me off to that hospital with its superpower-proofed walls and - can you believe it - arts and crafts programme? Do you see me weaving leather wallets cut with blunt little scissors I can't use for any dangerous purpose?"

"They have a good program there, Darkmind," said the hero, " even the Great Larcenist has managed to stop stealing gold bullion under their treatment."

The fox snickered.

"His plan to build a giant drill to dig into the Earth's core to extract all the gold in the Earth's crust which would also have caused massive city-leveling earthquakes truly was a bit potty I must admit," Darkmind said. "Rather...unsubtle, don't you think?"

The wolf groaned. The fox didn't seem to mind. In fact, he had already started to pace about the circle of light he occupied. Mister Lightning knew what that meant - another rant was coming.

"I mean...what is gold, but a metal?" the fox stated rhetorically, "an ancient lust for...shiny things, nothing more...its...economical repercussions notwithstanding...I mean, come on! If he suddenly extracted all the gold in the Earth's crust, there would be so much of it that he would cause the value to plummet and might cause the economy to collapse..."

The fox's magnificent, long, shiny tail swung upright and seemed to hover in the air for a moment while he clapped his paws together.

"Money is fun...it builds lairs like this," he gesticulated, "but is it true power? No...noooo nooo nooo noo..."

The fox shook his head, sending his white hair into a movement as well. It was distracting.

"No, what is money without real power...the true ability to make knees tremble and to dominate their very...will...as I see fit?" the fox murmured. "That is true power...whether through fear, love, or any other kind of a way to project my power...see, Lightning...project..."

The fox turned to face the huge world map on the wall behind him, now presenting the wolf with his spandex-clad posterior and the same swinging tail as he pointed out the map.

"The world..." he made a gesture of grasping the air in front of him, as if pinching an invisible fruit off a tree, "ripe for the picking...by me...the new superior master of the furrykind..."

"Your greed for power is as great as your consumption of fur care products!" the wolf snapped in retort to the grandiosely behaving vulpine.

The fox's ears swiveled backwards, and he turned about, to peer at the wolf with narrowed eyes. He looked very much annoyed, and the lions holding the captured hero down with their huge paws made threatening rumbles as well. The wolf was adamant to not to show any signs of being intimidated by his behavior and his words. He had heard it all before so many times, from the maws of so many insane criminals hell bent on ruling the world with one mad scheme or another. They always made the same mistake, too, of delivering a long monologue detailing every nuance of their plan, moments before Mister Lightning could foil their plots with his own quick wit and clever use of his own considerable supernatural powers. He might've been somewhat indisposed at the moment due to the bondage and the high security of the facility, but he would...find an opening to squeeze into. He always did, and emerged without as much as a scratch on his Spandex. Maybe a little scorchmark here or there. These villains tended to employ lots of fire...

"I'm glad you noticed!" the fox stated theatrically, as he swung his tail around his waist like some sort of a strange, living feather boa of the sort Mister Lightning hadn't seen since he defeated The Nagging Raconteur a couple years previously. "I'm so glad you didn't decide to blow up the factory making my conditioner...it does double as an explosives factory, you know..."

The fox giggled, his tail coiling about him like a fat snake.

"But looking at your furs...no wonder you hide almost all of it under that hideous Spandex..." the fox clicked his tongue.

"You wear it too," the wolf observed.

"This?" the fox waved his paw. "His tensile strength ceramic compound indistinguishable from most metal alloys. Quite...impenetrable..."

The fox found obvious pleasure at making that statement, and glared at the wolf with a smirk upon his pursed lips.

"What is it this time then?" the wolf asked. "Manipulating the President of the United States to take over the United Nations? Holding the Olympic Games for ransom? Threatening to release methane from under the permafrost in Siberia to bring forth a Biblical flood through massive greenhouse effect? Changing the route of the Gulf Stream to - "

The fox snickered.

"Like I told you before, much too crude...much too...like they would happen in a movie where someone...European would play me..." said the villainous fox.

Mister Lightning slapped the floor with his own tail in annoyance of the vulpine's wickedness.

"Whatever it is, you will not succeed. The world - "

"The world is mine," the fox hissed as he turned about on his heels to face the wolf again, "in 24 hours' time, once my great plan goes into effect...one billion citizens of the Earth will become my underlings...and the rest...well...they'll either have to fall in line, or..face the consequences for their loved ones...through the power I hold over them."

"There is no end to your cruelty, is there?" spat the masked wolf.

"I do not call it cruelty, I call it realism, in the face of...underwhelming odds," the fox smirked. "You will see...you will see indeed...everyone will see..."

"Even though you lost the Nobel Prize due to a technicality, Darkmind, doesn't mean you have to show the world by...by causing such grievous harm to it!" the Spandex crusader pleaded with the fox. "You may still turn your powers for doing good...for..."

"There will be no wars in my world!" yelled the fox , his voice ringing throughout the vault. "No war...no suffering..only obedience...through me..."

The fox's tailtip bounced up and down while he seemed to be shaking with the power he was feeling growing within himself, the will to truly rule over the world as he saw fit...a sight that disgusted the hero. He wanted to end the fox's suffering and make him see his errors...possibly through violence, if no words could have the desired effect of stopping him.

Darkmind turned about, to face his small audience of the grimacing wolf and the two sentries.

"Leave us," the fox said. "I shall have a private conversation with my...guest."

The lumbering hulks of lions did not question their master's orders. They simply turned about and shuffled away, leaving the wolf to stand where he was, though now unsupported by the two cats on either side. He knew that struggling against the power-sapping cuffs would be pointless, it would simply tire him out...he would need another way.

"Now isn't this better...Mister Lightning...just you...me...and the world..." the fox stated softly. "I do like that...it feels right..."

"There is no end to your perverse lust, Darkmind..." the wolf shook his head, "I pity you."

"Ach, do you hope that hearing that would...affect me, my wuffy boy?" the fox stated. "To bring me sorrow...anger...sadness?"

The fox shrugged, as if he was delivering a Shakespearean soliloquy instead of an insane supervillain rant meant to bother the wolf's mind, his tail dancing about again in a kind of a strange sine wave pattern behind his spandex-covered rear.

"Well I don't think so..." the fox mused. "You overestimate your powers..."

"We'll see about that," the wolf replied. "You will - "

"I will not!" the fox snarled. "it is YOU who WILL do things, not ME!"

His voice has roused into a shrill register, enough to make the wolf's ears flatten against his skull. The fox was obviously becoming agitated now, and then he could lash out even more unexpectedly than before.

The fox lifted his left paw and held it out towards the wolf, the fingers partially extended. His paw was covered in a smooth purple glove that melded with the rest of his outfit, both in color and the fabric-like material used to make it. A concentrated expression covered his muzzle, the earlier anger suddenly being replaced by naturally keen fox eyes, slightly bent ears...as if for a moment, the face of the brilliant scientist flickered over his face, instead that of the raving lunatic.

"You..." said the Darkmind, bending his fingers.

The wolf felt tingling on his wrists and his ankles, even through the material of his own garment, and suddenly, the locks upon the cuffs and the collar he wore were released and the weighty bands dropped onto the polished floor with a clatter. He could feel their influence seeping away at the same time as his own powers began to re-emerge, subdued by the field generated by the bands to stop him after they'd knocked him out with that Venezuelan frog toxin. The power flowed into his veins, making him feel more alive again -losing his powers felt like losing a sense, making the world seem a disorienting place for the wolf, and now...now he was confident that he could beat the fox in his own game once again.

"That," said the wolf, as he flexed his own fingers, "was a mistake."

"No," said the fox. "This is simply what I call...evening out the playing field...where would the fun be if I was to strike an immobilized, powerless man?"

"Ha!" the wolf extended his own paw, with a clear plan for the first strike of his own. "Your pride is and will always be your ultimate undoing, Darkmind!"

"I don't think so," the fox uttered.

The wolf had a clear plan in mind. He was going to use his telekinesis to break that display unit and pull the pieces down onto the fox, forcing him to be distracted from anything he might be planning to do to attack him with. That would give the wolf some time to figure out his escape, likely by forcing his way through an exit and then navigating through the fox's lair. There was bound to be a suitable air duct somewhere he could ride.

His powers were already projecting, reaching out, feeling the plastic matrix that formed the surface of the display, the endless miles of wiring that he could make to resonate with his power of manipulating matter at his will, channeling so much energy that he could tear the entire thing apart and fling it at the nasty little fox -

But suddenly...

...suddenly he didn't feel like doing anything at all. His mental grasp of the structure behind the display unit he intended to use for his escape was waning...he could no longer trace the wiring, once throbbing with electricity...no...his extrasensory perception was withdrawing, sweeping through the room he had probed and slowly inverted itself upon himself, the wolf standing very still, tail, on the spot. His skin prickled under the Spandex covering him from head to toe, and he let out a gasp as a kind of a warmth began to form somewhere on the bottom of his stomach.

"As you can see, I've got some new new...tricks," said the fox, his right paw extended. The wolf could see that the large gem on Darkmind's belt was shining, some kind of a mysterious inner light that caught the wolf's eyes.

The fox flexed his fingers. The wolf let out a surprised gasp. He'd definitely felt that, somewhere under his tail, tingling and -

"Yes...a rather handy little trick I picked up..." the fox smirked. "And I can see that it is is working exactly as I considered..."

"N...no..." the wolf in Spandex spoke between tightly clenched teeth.

"That's an 'oh, oh' yes!" I think, rather..." the fox giggled cheerfully, "oh yes...believe me, Lightning, my test subjects were a bit more vocal, especially after I turned it up a notch...or shall we even say...turned on?"

The wolf hero rumbled.

"What is this?" he muttered.

"Oh what do you think it is?" the fox's outrageous tail wagged along. "Getting tight in the pants already, are you?"

The prickling heat seemed to grow even while the fox was speaking, tingling under his tail and moving upwards and down...goodness, spreading into his balls that felt heavier, all sudden, and his sheath, generally well contained by his outfit, now swelling up to cause an obscene bulge to form on the front of his skintight superhero uniform.

"Nnoooo..." the wolf grumbled, "uh..."

The fox wriggled his fingers, and somehow, through whatever bizarre, dark science he had committed into yet another evil cause, it seemed for Mister Lightning that every movement he made with his paw translated itself onto his genitals - it felt like dozens of soft fingers caressing over his sac and his cock, under his tail, too, teasing ever single erogenous zone at once - he even felt his nipples harden up, being twisted and stroked by an unseen force manipulated by the villainous vulpine's vile fingers.

"Yes...I think someone is enjoying himself a lot..." the fox smirked rudely, "my my...the big wolf hero is a big boy..."

The wolf looked down upon his groin to see that his cock was indeed making a great, mountainous mound upon his Spandex-clad groin, everything was visible from the outline of his sheath to the bulge of his knot, and even the tip seemed to be painted, practically highlighted by the blue fabric snuggling up to his package.

"Ohhh...what is thissss..." the masked wolf hissed in confusion, as the strange sensual assault continued throughout his body, making his skin prickle and sweat and cling into the cloth covering him.

"Heheh, just my latest...plan...Lightning," the fox called Darkmind mused flippantly, his tail and ears moving accordingly while he continued to toy with the hero, "don't you think it is just maaaarvelous?"

The fox flicked his paw and the wolf fell to his knees, gasping as pleasure shot through his spine, even making his tailhole clench rapidly while he panted and eventually toppled down to the floor. It had felt like an orgasm, really, his balls had almost give up their seed and caused him to spooge his very outfit - but it had tapered away just at the very moment, to leave him hanging on the edge, now sprawled on the floor while the gloating fox eyed him cheerfully.

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"Today...Mister Lightning...tomorrow...one billion smartphone users all over the world when I use their phones transceivers to transmit this same signal into their phones through the GPS satellites...which I have taken under my own control by hacking into the NSA mainframe...heheh...bet you didn't see that one coming, did you, Lightning? Too busy putting out fires in Chinese iPhone factories..."

The breathy wolf groaned, still feeling the invisible fingers caressing his body, even if his mind, increasingly cloudy with lust he could not explain as anything but the fox's interference with his faculties, screamed to him that the fox would have to be stopped at once.

"Oh yes, Lightning, I've got you by the balls..." the fox licked his lips, mischievous eyes singling out the said pair of gonads that were pressing onto the fabric of his unitard-like outfit, swollen and still being fondled by invisible, dangerous forces under Darkmind's explicit command.

"Aghhhh..." the wolf grunted.

"...and tomorrow, the world..." the fox smiled. "Just imagine it...a billion furs, all with pent up balls, getting hornier and hornier with no way to get release but to submit to my commands and my will...isn't that true power, Lightning? To have the world by its balls."

The wolf hero groaned.

"What...what about the women?" he hissed between clenched teeth. "How do you intend to - "

"Oh, but aren't you being innocent...tsk tsk" the fox clicked his tongue, "there's no need to be prudish here, it's all guys...heh...oh, Lightning, don't you know that women get horny too? And being kept in an endless pent up state...it's bound to affect their...faculties...nhhhh...begging all those horny men to do...things to them...but they can't get them off...nobody can get off....ahahahhahaha...!!!"

His paw moved, and the wolf felt the intrusive, infuriating touch become faster again, fuelling the lust he could not control. He panted, his hips twitched, his tail was jerky and made the occasional flap against the floor while he remained in a half-seated posture, trying to...he wasn't even sure what he was trying anymore. Buy time? Talk the fox out of his cruel, insane megalomaniac diabolical apocalyptic plan to roll out his own type of world order with the help of his dark newly acquired skills?

"You...you are mad...." Mister Lightning uttered.

"I am simply...realistic," the fox replied, "the furry kind has fucked everything up...and I shall be its ruler and make sure to fix all those mistakes...but stopping everyone from fucking...mahahahahahahahah!"

He cackled, while at the same time the wolf writhed on the floor, teased ruthlessly by the fox's mysterious powers.

"A world where getting off is a privilege to be earned by loyalty for me..." the fox stared at his gigantic display screen once again, "...a world of pent up balls churning with cum...begging for release.."

Darkmind gloated for a minute before he turned to look at the wolf on the floor again, his head tilted, piqued by the sight of the panting, sweaty superhero with a massive bulge in his groin.

"Oh, my...looks like I haven't underestimated the strength of my lust ray..." the fox said, "oh yes..."

"This is...obscene..." Mister Lightning gasped, "to rule the world by...s-sex..."

"My, you look like you could really use some," the fox snickered, "been a while since the busy hero got a chance to shoot a load? Get off? Bust a nut? Get one rubbed off? Polished the pole? Spanked the - "

The wolf growled when he could feel his shaft twitch, balls drawing up to his body as if preparing to actually take him over the edge into the bliss of an orgasm...but it did not come. He was left lingering on the edge for what felt like hours, and he couldn't even tell just how long he was there, almost spunking himself without as much as a nudge against his cocks and his balls, both of which felt like they were on fire...until the feeling washed over him, and he was panting and still rock hard, lying on the floor in a sexual daze.

"Ahh..." gasped the hero, while the fox rumbled happily upon his apparent victory over his nemesis.

"When blue balls takes you off your paws, I think that counts as a serious case..." Darkmind snickered puerilly. "My poor, poor Mister Lightning...bet if you were allowed to pop now...which is under my discretion, of course " - he wagged his finger - "...I'm sure you would live up to your name if that was the case..."

"You'll regret this...they...they'll hunt you down and - "

"Somehow I imagine the United Nations will be rather preoccupied with something else besides trying to find poor little me," the fox mused, "well, at least once they get a very special text message into their phones..."

The fox flicked his fingers, and made the wolf gasp in his miserable blue balled state.

"I...ugh...don't even have a phone!" Mister Lightning yelled.

The fox's luxurious tail swiveled behind him as he turned to face his foe once more.

"Oh, don't worry about that, over these distances, the aphrodisiac beam is more than effective...eheh.." said the fox, the mysterious gem on his belt still flashing, the likely source of the strange energy that was torturing the wolf' body.

"And really!" the fox yelped. "You, in this age, in this line of profession, don't have a phone? How do they summon you then, with a floodlight pointed in the sky like that pathetic flying rat - "

The wolf let out a particularly pathetic whimper when he'd just felt like someone had put a hot poker up his ass. His pent up glands were churning with fluid inside his body, his prostate backed up from all the fluid it was putting out with no hope of getting it all properly out, thanks to the effects of the fox's devious technology. He already felt exhausted, and even though he could feel his powers still, unhampered, he simply could not bring himself to channel it to help himself against Darkmind. The fox was obviously enjoying it immensely, the wolf's unenjoyment, that was. They'd had their encounters over the years, but this was certainly the closest the fox had come to truly being in control of the wolf.

He continued to wither on the floor, a huge boner pulsing against the Spandex while his balls itched and felt more and more swollen. The wolf was almost driven to touch himself - he would have if it wasn't or the fact that the fox was still looking at him, hungrily, cheerfully, too, obviously gloating in the joyful domination of his great enemy now reduced to a mumbling horndog on the floor of his lair. Even his breaths had turned into kind of whines, causing his own ears to flicker up and down in agitation.

"But it does suit you, I think..." Darkmind mused. "Lying there, all needing and pent up...your balls as blue as that garish thing you wear...hmm yes..."

The fox was stroking the lump in his own crotch while he spoke meanly to the wolf on the floor. Mister Lightning realized that his captor was getting off at seeing his own misery...how the wolf was entirely disabled by the lustful energy pumping through his body and making it impossible for him to defend himself. The knowledge of the fox's lust for his predicament made the wolf feel even more embarrassed about his state, made it more disturbing to see the fox obviously enjoying the sight of the superhero withering down on the floor.

"Though of course I could help you with it," the fox stated, "if you were more amenable to letting me conquer the world and enslave the furry kind under my rule...but you tend to be a party pooper, as it happens, which means that this is a...a necessary action to take before I unleash the sex signal onto the phones of the world...heheh..."

"You'll...never get away with this!" Mister Lightning grumbled.

"Oh I already am, my dear Lightning," the fox giggled. "My signal is untraceable, bounced off so many satellites from so many ground stations I have captured that they'll never be able to find it, nor shut it down. If one station is taken down, another one continues transmitting the signal."

The fox clapped his paws and the gigantic screen shifted from showing the world map to an enormous counter, the numbers ticking away a second by second. Currently it read 22:24:34, when the wolf's bleary eyes caught the numbers going down with every passing moment.

"As you can see, the automatic sequence is already underway," Darkmind declared. "The computer virus has already been implanted and in these 22 hours and 24 minutes or so, the operation will go into plan, the signal will activate upon my command and you will be...well...the world will be mine!"

At least he spared the theatrical cackling this time around, instead only resorting to hopping around on his footpaws like a cub excited for his Christmas presents to be found under the tree. His overt cheerfulness was in psychotic contrast to the wolf's huffing, puffing, sweaty, weakened state on the floor.

"Of course..." said the fox as he stepped closer to his fallen foe now, "that does leave me with a lot of time to kill...and what is a super criminal to do, I wonder? I cannot exactly pop out to the park for a nice stroll or into a bar for a drink...this is so awfully limiting, you know, as they say, it truly is very lonely at the very top of the world...heh..."

"Do not...ah...expect...pity..." Mister Lightning slurred.

"Oh, I don't think so," said the fox, "entertainment, however...I think that might be a good idea..."

The wolf sneered weakly.

"Want...even more than this?" he groaned. "Wish me to...beg this to end?"

"Oh I'm sure you will, eventually," the fox replied with a playful smile, "though somehow I assume that exactly the opposite will happen..."

"N-never!" the wolf grunted.

"Oh, are you sure?" the fox asked, his paw still at work obscenely groping his own erection, practically jacking himself off to the sight of the wolf on the floor. "It would be so much easier for you if you submit...I haven't even turned the lust up to the maximum level yet, either...heh...would you like to see? It's all in the wrist...ahahhaa..."

The wolf's eyes widened in terror as he saw the fox's paw move, and at the very same moment, his own cock began to throb even more than before. His genitals felt so heavy, as if he had lead poured into them, not just blood, packing both his cock and his nuts with so much of it that it seemed for the wolf that he might faint at any moment from the lack of circulation. And it wasn't just that he felt aroused beyond any normal limits, he was also horny like nothing else. His hips were practically humping the air, trying to find any kind of stimulation possible to accomplish without actually grabbing himself to give his dick some relief from the extreme hardness and tingling he simply couldn't control. It didn't help that the usual muscle contractions associated with an orgasm were happening whenever he dared to move even an inch, sending waves of muscle tension through his groin, and under his tail. It felt like his asshole was chewing on something, an uncomfortable sensation in the end, really, since there was nothing he could do about anything going on with his body. He couldn't get up from the floor, not even when he tried to concentrate on everything but the feelings of half-pleasure torturing his body, it was simply sending him reeling and unable to do anything but to twist and shuffle himself on the floor, under Darkmind's evil spell.

"Hmm...yes" the fox said, "I am sure that soon you will see your errors and bend under my will...and somewhere else too, hah!"

"Nhhhhhh..." the wolf grimaced.

"GUARDS!" the fox called. "Take our guest to the special room, I shall have to spend some time with him before I enact my plan!"

The fox's shrill command summoned the two lions, the lumbering hulks in their masks who picked him up and carried him effortlessly through the great gloating hall of the lair, and past a doorway into a dimly lit room, the fox carefully in tow, his naughty pants squeaking with each step.

"Ooooooh Reeeeed!" the fox hollered as he clapped his paws. "Reeeed! Come'ere boy! Come'ere!"

The clapping seemed to bring up the lights, for the ceiling lit up and illuminated the previously dark room. It was not particularly large, and decorated in mostly black leather and purple tones to match, and the equipment certainly did seem quite novel, even to Mister Lightning's bleary, distracted eyes.

"Reeeeed!" the fox whistled.

A strange shuffling noise was heard, followed by the emergence of something that was...red indeed...or more precisely, someone, for the shape that appeared out of a black box-like structure in the corner of the room was a canine, though dressed in all red, Spandex like the clothing both the fox and the wolf were wearing. It was difficult to tell his exact species, for his head was covered in a black leather hood that obscured everything but his eyes, gleaming blue through the holes that allowed the dog on all fours to see. Each of his paws were covered in black leather mittens that enclosed them fully into them and they were secured into place, meaning that the canine had no use of his fingers, and seemed to prefer locomotion on all fours at the moment.

"Well there you are!" the fox cooed as he moved to greet the canine, rubbing a paw over his head briefly. "Come on, Red, meet your new playmate...shall we call him...Lightning? Yes, Lightning, here's Red!"

The wolf stared in terror. Could it truly be that the canine on all fours, currently nuzzling up to the fox's paw was none other than Red Ranger, the infamous superhero who'd gone missing after narrowly averting a plane from crashing into the Washington Monument in D.C.? The jumbo jet had landed safely but there had not been any signs of the Doberman afterwards, and many had presumed that he might have been killed b a whirlwind or maybe sent to an alternative dimension - the various theories were overlapping and competing, and none of them had managed to explain the disappearance of the hero yet.

"Isn't he adorable?" the fox giggled. He patted the Dobermans' head, and the canine on all fours wagged his tail - rubbery, black and curving up from between his rump cheeks, somewhere below the mound on the red Spandex that must've been his own real tail, hidden under the fabric. "And so obedient, with a bit of training...heheh..."

"This is..." the wolf gasped, "...terror..."

"Oh, don't worry, you'll be well taken care of, you'll get to play a lot with Red and me...and I promise you, even once I am the supreme ruler of the world, I won't be neglecting my sweet little hero pets...heheh...no, no..."

"Ugh..." the wolf groaned, his cock pulsing madly in its pent-up misery. "This...this..."

"You'll get the hang of it soon," the fox said, "just need to remember that you're pleasing your master now and that makes you happy as my pet...and in return I'll keep you endlessly horny, and you'll always be enjoying it when your sweet Master Darkmind plays with you, Lightning...just like your new buddy Red shall be...look how he's wagging even now - oh, Red, show us your butt while you wag your tail, will you?"

The dog shuffled about on all fours, his butt swinging from side to side even more intently than before while he arched his back and presented his rear for view, happily wagging along to show the parting on the back of the outfit that allowed his ass crack to be expanded and the tail to poke out of his hole. It swung wildly with his movements and drew every eye into that wriggling rump being shaken by the fox's obedient superhero pet boy.

"There you go...just imagine how you'll be doing that, too, Lightning, that wonderful plug pressing and milking your prostate to give you feelings that are soooo close to an orgasm without ever getting you over the edge...oh yes...you'll be one happily wagging puppy, I bet...yes, look at that happy puppy, Lightning... you should think of him as your big brother puppy dog...ready to show you how to please your Master right...oh yes, there's a good boy..."

The fox turned to face the wolf, whom now laid down on the floor on his own after the two lion guards had shuffled out of the room and left the fox in there with his two super pets. He seemed to be perfectly confident of his abilities and not unnerved at all by keeping company with the two men who'd once tormented him and foiled so many of his plots now quite literally under his spell.

"This...this won't...w-work..." the wolf grimaced, barely able to stay still, his straining cock and his tense muscles forcing fidgeting activity.

"Oh but it already is working...oh, yes, Lightning, look at you...already a sweating wreck, unable to think about anything except that burning throb in your poor little balls...yes, those nuts just need to be drained, don't they? Isn't that so? Isn't it so?"

The wolf couldn't believe that he was actually going to answer...but he did.

"Y-yes..." the blue hero grumbled.

The fox's smile was more than victorious. It was exhilarated.

"Oh, I think so too, Lightning...yes...I think so indeed...you poor little pent up hero pup...so needy...oh yes...how shall we make you decompress? Hmm? Hmm..."

He made an exaggerated motion of thinking, by rubbing his muzzle and flicking his ears before they stood upright and he pointed one finger up into the air as if a light bulb had appeared there.

"Oh yes, I know...I know just the kind of a special massage that's going to make you feel so much better...oh yes..." the fox murmured. "Stand up for me...yes, come on...chop chop!"

He walked the wolf over to a leather-covered table, one that had a rather suspicious hole upon its surface for a very particular purpose, which the blue-clad hero soon found out once he was pushed onto the table and secured onto it by the way of restraints locking him into place, face down, so that his groin was fitted into the padded hole on the surface of the table, his body unable to move much once he had been tied down by the fox's swift paws.

"Yes...that's how I like to see my pets...face down, ass up..." the fox declared before giving the wolf's butt a spanking slap.

"Uhh..."

"Go on, Red, go and give your new brother pup some relief, too, with your muzzle...you know what to do...good boy!" the fox commanded.

He continued spanking the wolf, slapping each butt cheek in turn while the gangly Doberman scooted himself under the bondage table. The wolf's eyes, clenched shut from the smarting of the spanking, suddenly flew open when he felt somehing very hot and wet against his groin - Red was nuzzling and licking at his package, enclosed in its hot Spandex prison that prevented direct contact, but did nothing to stop the heat of the Doberman's muzzle from teasing him.

"Ouhuhhh..." the wolf almost howled at the sensation. "Aahhh..."

"There you go, pup...better now?" said the fox, slowly rubbing the wolf's rump under his paw.

"Nn....nnooo... the wolf grumbled. It really didn't help, it only made him hornier, panting and trying to buck his hips onto the warm muzzle toying with his junk

"Aw...and I really was hoping...oh well...guess I really have to fuck your butt extra hard to give you what you need, pup...and if that's not enough to make you decompress...well, I'll have to do it again, and again, to make sure that you'll be a good, happy pup with a healthy prostate and a pair of pent up nuts.."

All the while Red licked and suckled on the wrapped-up package belong to the wolf, the fox fetched a small cart containing some equipment, including the blunt-tipped scissors he used for cutting open the back of the wolf's garments so that he could get into his butt. The cloth popped down over the wolf's rump and bared his crack, the very much churning balls also coming into view while the wolf's tail flicked agitatedly.

"Yes....there we go..." the fox gave the wolf's butt another slap. "Here's for you...time to...heheh..."

He had a spray-on bottle of lube and applied some onto the wolf's exposed crack before he opened a secret seam on his own outfit and let his big, glistening fox cock to pop out, already ready to dip into the warm hole presented for him by the bound wolf. It was such a pleasure, rubbing him up and down the wolf's crack, feeling its heat, to guide himself into the excessively horny wolf's rear while the once grand hero whimpered from the resultless stimulation of his cock and balls by the Doberman's slick tongue rubbing on him.

"Hmmmhh...here comes your new favorite toy, pup...pet...hah...toy...!"

The fox plunged himself into the wolf, with quick, harsh canine thrusts that made him to yelp when he entered into the wolf's virginal heat. His insides quickly coiled down on him and squeezed on the fox's cock, milking the villain's member while he pushed deeper and deeper, drilling into the deep depths of the wolf's hole. It felt perfect, boh on the physical level of breeding the muscled buns of the wolf, but also mentally. He was truly conquering one of his greatest foes, the wolf now reduced into a toy who whimpered while he got it up the ass from Darkmind, the soon to be ruler of the Earth, and the conqueror of superhero butts, balls slapping away happily to sound the march of the triumph.

The wolf tried twisting his body around, but he was too far gone and too well tied down to manage much, besides further rumbles and grunts while his body was used from two sides, his all ploughed and his cock licked by the extremely wet tongue belonging to the Doberman underneath him. Lightning's mind could only work with the pleasure, the endless stimulation that might, just might bring him the end that would let his mind to clear up and he could think of something -

. but the fox's cock was poking his prostate on each thrust and sending pleasurable pulses through his body, impossible to explain and very hard to accept, but there he was, tail up and getting ass filled while the fox took pleasure in his use of the wolf's body. He pounded the wolf hard, balls swinging and slapping, his knot bouncing against the blue hero's poor pucker while he thrust deep, hips rolling and turning to make his angle of attack vary while the wolf writhed underneath him.

The fox savored his win, but all the gloating he'd done had also made him horny, and it spurred him on to give the wolf his first taste of a real knotting with a series of hard bucks that drove the bulb of flesh directly into the wolf's rectum and forced it to pop in.

"AUGHHHh..."

"Take my cum, you...bbbbitch!" the fox slurred, hips becoming a blur while he fucked himself into oblivion and sent his swimming warriors on a joyride up the wolf's churning hot guts. He spent himself with joyous foxy yips and maintained a bit of thrusting even through the spurts of cum he was putting into the wolf's rear, more and more of it pouring in while he continued to hump into the wet, plugged rump.

"Hmm...yes...youre a good pup..." the fox declared, enjoying the slow afterglow now, his balls finally drained for perhaps the next hour or so before he'd feel like going again.

For indeed...today, Mister Lightning, tomorrow, the world.

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