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“A villain rises”

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

The alarm pierced his ears as he desperately tried to find his way around the Sinister’s Lair. Completely naked, the powerless Ranger kept what was left of his dignity by covering his cock with both hands, regardless of how awkward running was that way. His bare feet almost slipped on each quick turn he made, only to find another hallway with cells on both sides. The labyrinth was endless.

He couldn’t stop feeling embarrassed for falling into such an obvious trap. He forgot what being a leader truly meant and tried to take a strong foe on his own, calling his team an obstacle. The ambush was so quick that it only took one blink for him to end up chained up in a wet cell.

If only he could get his hands on his equipment, that would turn the tables. An S.O.S should tell the rest of the team of his whereabouts, and together they could storm the enemy base and put an end to this conflict once and for all. But first, he had to find an exit out of that cursed place!

He looked behind every door, only finding one cell after another. And in the distance, the Red Ranger heard the steps of reinforcements approaching. It wouldn’t take them long to find and put him back on his cell—or worse. He struggled not to drown in his desperation, afraid it was a lost battle.

But before he gave up, the Red Ranger found behind one door an empty guard post, and on top of a table, his Morpher! The sight of the small device lifted his spirit immediately, and he ran to pick it up and put an end to this madness. Red with silver outlines, the Morpher was larger than a pocket watch. It had a big R in the front and the silhouette of a lion in the back. Holding it gave the Red Ranger a feeling of comfort, afraid at first that he was hallucinating.

“It’s time to end this,” then, the Ranger extended both arms to the front and yelled from the top of his lungs. “Red Lion Ranger Power!”

The device activated, and a red light came from the sides of it. Immediately, a red slime came from the Morpher and covered the Ranger’s body, transforming into a red suit with an appearance and elasticity similar to spandex, but strong enough to protect his body from physical attacks and explosions. In his chest was the shape of two white diamonds with black outlines, and one black line ran down to his crotch, connecting to the white belt around his hips. The helmet was the last part of the suit to take form, covering his head completely; another small diamond appeared on his brow, and a black visor protected his eyes whilst giving him info about his equipment.

The suit not only protected him but also enhanced his capabilities. The slender body gained more muscles, giving the Ranger a beefy appearance without sacrificing his agility. The transformation ended with the Morpher appearing as a watch around his left wrist, from which he could summon his weapon.

The Red Ranger adopted a fighting stance when the transformation ended. He felt the power flowing through his veins. He was also relieved for being dressed.

“I must call the team now,” he said, then approached the Morpher to his mouth and pressed a button. “Red Ranger to H.Q. Red Ranger to H.Q. I’ve been captured and I’m currently trapped in Sinister’s Lair.”

No response. Something was blocking the signal. The Ranger clenched his fists but thanked to at least have his power back. With it, he should be capable of making his way out of there.

He get out of the guard post and continued running in search of an exit. But this time, he was ready to face Sinister’s minions, who were about to appear in the next hallway… or the next one… or the next one… or the next one…

The Red Ranger kicked a door and entered in yet another empty room. After hearing people approaching for minutes, now that he was armed, no one came. The lair was empty. He was alone in that place. Even the alarm stopped without him noticing. The Ranger was offended at what he thought was fear from his enemies—after all they did to capture him, none of them would stand forward to stop him. What a bunch of…!

“So you escaped from your cell,” a voice came from the darkness.

One by one, flames engulfed the torches at both sides of him, revealing the set of pillars and illuminating the chamber, until the black throne and its occupant became visible to the Ranger. There was a humanoid figure dressed in silver armor with black outlines. A helmet with two large horns covered the majority of his face, leaving exposed only his mouth and chin. Sinister offered the Ranger a twisted smile.

“Sinister!” The Ranger exclaimed, adopting again his fighting stance.

“Forgive me for not offering you the appropriate welcome. The Labyrinth works in mysterious ways, even for me. I did not expect your arrival,” Sinister explained, acting as if the Ranger’s presence was something natural.

“You monster…! You tricked me!”

“I sense your anger, but is it right to blame me? Weren’t you the one looking for glory? That is not proper of a Ranger.”

His mocking tone did nothing but open his wound. The Ranger grunted, clenching his fists until he hurt his fingers.

“I know I made a mistake. But I will fix it now,” doing quick movements with his arms, he pointed at Sinister and took a step forward. “I will stop you right now! Not for the glory, but for the peace of this world!”

“Oh, by all means, please do.”

Another quick movement and the Ranger got the Morpher close to his mouth. “Power Sword!” He yelled.

The Ranger caught a glimpse of Sinister’s smirk and discovered his trap, but it was too late. Instead of a mighty sword, a different type of slime came out of the small device. Of purple color, the substance covered his body in the same way it happened earlier. However, with the slime even coming from his belt, the amount of it was considerably larger.

The Ranger made a futile attempt to stop the substance, but its aggressive take-over surpassed his capabilities. In a matter of seconds, the red suit was now purple. Not only that, but the slime also leaked through the original suit and went into the Ranger’s mouth, who was forced to swallow or choke on it. And the transformation wasn’t stopping there.

Sinister delighted his eyes with the process. He saw the Ranger falling to his knees, still struggling to stop the inevitable.

“You were so naive to fall into my trap, twice. Did you really think you casually found your Morpher? You are really the best Red Ranger.”

His sick laugh pierced his ears and crushed what was left of his hope. Sinister was right. In his thirst for vengeance, he forgot completely to take precautions. It never crossed his head that he tampered with his Morpher, and now he was facing the consequences.

The trap set by the villain wasn’t only a new suit. He cried as the transformation went from only a visual change of appearance to a complete modification of his aspect. The already big muscles grew even more, with the suit hiding what was going on. But the Ranger knew; the substance given by Sinister was exactly what he used to convert innocent people into monsters.

“Imagine my surprise when I discovered you too could be affected by my serum. Why should I limit myself to mere mortals with no special abilities when I can take a ranger? But not any ranger. The Red Ranger.”

That was bad. The transformation wasn’t physically painful as he imagined after seeing it so many times, but what was putting a lot of weight on him was the increasing urge for mayhem. Rather than a voice, the Ranger experienced an unbearable desire to go out and destroy everything in his path. He gnashed his teeth and fought the urge, punching the ground with his fist in an ironic attempt to use the pain as a relief.

The suit continued changing. The legs got covered in silver paddings. From the slime also came two shoulder pads with glowing blue lights on them. His hands got protected by silver gauntlets with two big fingers, and a similar design appeared in his boots, resembling the shape of a hoof. The helmed began to adapt to his new body, getting a large metallic muzzle in the shape of a bull with glowing nostrils and two golden horns shaped like thunder.

The Red Ranger felt the temptation. His mind played again the multiple fights he had in the past. However, the chaos caused during their encounters with Sinister’s minions was causing him… pleasure. An opening in his crotch appeared to allow his cock to get out, which had already been transformed to look like a bull’s cock, covered in pink slime. His size was much bigger than a regular cock, with his two balls hanging heavily under it. And it was getting hard. With each memory witnessed, blood pumped into his new cock to get it bigger and thicker, making him a victim of a twisted attraction for the chaos and destruction he swore to prevent.

“You are feeling it now, do you? You are craving destruction. Mayhem. Chaos. You feel powerful and you wanna use that power to destroy everything.”

“N-no…” the Ranger whined.

But his body said something different. He felt his heart race, threatening to jump out of his chest without warning. Was it fear that he felt? Yes, but not his, but the one caused in others. They told him not to use his powers for personal gain, but why not? He was above everyone, even his own friends. He had the right to take advantage of it and do whatever he wanted!

He screamed to push those intrusive thoughts away, decided not to fall victim to the temptation. Of course he felt it before, and so did their friends. But he was the Red Ranger. He was the leader, a light of hope. If one Ranger must fight for his ideals, that was the Red Ranger. That substance might have affected his body, but it wouldn’t corrupt his heart.

Or so he thought. Dizzy and fevered, the Ranger struggled to stand up, thinking of using what Sinister had given him to stop him once and for all. His legs faltered, so he had to drag his hoofs towards the throne, where the villain waited calmly. His huge cock, almost fully erect, felt so heavy that the Ranger had to occupy one hand to hold his balls and the other the shaft as he advanced.

And no matter how hard he fought, the intrusive thoughts came back. The chaos. The destruction. The screams. The pain. All the things he swore to stop were now calling him. And he felt more and more attracted to that destructive conduct. How easy would it be to act like that. How good would it feel to show everyone who was the boss. Was that the reason for his minions to fight?

A digital display appeared on his chest. The words “Dark Energy Conversion” appeared in blue letters on the black screen, accompanied by an increasing percentage.

“Now, I see no reason for you to keep resisting. Why don’t you simply admit that you want this?” Sinister asked.

“N-no… I’m gonna… s-stop you…!”

Instead, the Ranger stopped moving. His body felt so heavy now. The desire for chaos was displayed in his mind in a quick image succession that he couldn’t ignore. Cars exploding. Building falling. People screaming. A world controlled by evil.

“Or you can join me. Help me create more monsters, faster and stronger than the others. We can rule the world. No one is gonna oppose us.”

“S-stop…” he begged.

The percentage continued increasing. It was already at 26% when the Red Ranger started to jerk off, pressing his cock against his chest. A moan escaped from his mouth when he pulled the skin all the way down, and a fat drop of pre came from the tip of his cock.

Rule the world. He could rule the world. He wouldn’t have to hide his identity anymore. No more going through the responsibilities of being a hero. The mere idea made him shiver in excitement, and his hand moved faster.

“Yes, well done. Embrace the chaos. Be the monster you want to be.”

45%.

Pre continued coming out of his cock, covering it completely. The Ranger thought about the shitty life he had. Unpopular, single, with no time for himself in his constant fight for justice. He remembered the many times he went to bed in pain after a combat, and the many opportunities for a better life lost during a battle with a giant monster. What’s the point of being a superhero if you can’t fix your own life?

“Bury those useless ideals. You won’t need them anymore. You can do whatever you want.”

69%

Each stroke made the process faster. The Ranger was the victim of a pleasure he never experienced before. It wasn’t only sexual but also brought by the joy of not being a slave of society anymore. He would be his ruler. A strong and handsome ruler with the freedom to do whatever he wanted.

78%

His own throne. His own chamber. His own lair. And with a body like that—with a cock like that, things in bed would be so much better. He moaned louder and louder as his climax approached quickly. And while the left hoof was busy with his cock, the right one massaged the fat, musky balls. He was dying to empty those juicy balls inside someone. And bless him with the same dark energy that was running through his body.

84%

The corrupted energy of a Ranger.

97%

Sinister leaned forward, expectantly. The Ranger arched his back, desperate to put an end to it.

100%

With a potent roar, the Ranger reached an intense orgasm and the corrupted seed came from his cock with full force, bathing him in thick, purple cum. His hips shook violently, and each throb from his cock shot even more cum out of it. With the rest of his body stiff, the Ranger received his own blessing with an open mouth, while his new Master observed the scene, stunned by his performance.

The musk emanating from his cum was all Sinister needed to confirm how strong it was. The Corrupted Ranger would create stronger monsters, a batch no one would be able to stop. What a joyful day that was!

The percentage in his chest went back to zero, and the bull began to jerk off again. Sinister laughed, getting up from his throne with both arms in the air.

“Yes. Yes! Give me more! We’ll corrupt everyone who opposes us,” then, with an unnatural speed for a man wearing armor, Sinister approached his toy and held him by the dirty chin. For the first time ever, a sincere smile appeared on his face. “Let’s rule this world together.”