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Mesodomina: Dino Thunder	By : Dorothea_Dumm Category: M through R > Power Rangers Views: 5373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author Note- Sorry today's chapter is a little late. Been way too tired from working and it's been sapping my writing energy.

Chapter Seven - Prelude to Golden Boy
Trent Fernandez; Adopted Son of Anton Mercer, a Reefside High Student, the Busboy Extraordinaire of Hayley’s Cyberspace, and an Aspiring Comic Artist. Locked in the bathroom of the Mercer-Fernandez Family Home, trying to cum while also repressing the sight he had seen before entering.

He had been jerking off in his room when his alarm went off, telling him he’d not slept at all last night. Deciding to finish himself off in the shower, he made his way to get cleaned up. Only to walk in on his sister… doing much the same.

She’d forgotten to lock the bathroom door and in pressing her body against the shower door, she’d inadvertently given him a perfect view of her wet, naked, breasts while she worked her fingers in and out of herself.

She didn’t notice him, and Trent had been so close when the alarm went that in a lustful daze, his hand had drifted down to grope at his cock to the sight of a naked, chubby, slut touching herself. Her loud orgasm shook him awake and he had managed to hide from her view. He watched her shuffle to her room on shaky legs, her towel in her hands and not covering her body.

He was left painfully hard and in need of release, but his clearer head couldn’t accept the lewd images of his sister assailing him. He couldn’t, he couldn’t jerk off to his sister! But his hard-on wasn’t going down, the need to jerk off was overwhelming, and the only thing his fantasies would allow him to change was adding Kira to the fantasies. He pictured the singer sharing a shower with his sister, imagined their soap-covered, heavy, breasts rubbing against each other as they kissed and gasped from the touch of each other.

Finally, he felt his release and his legs fell out under him from the whole thing. He was immediately awash with guilt and shame for his sick fantasy.

He finally managed to pick himself up and get cleaned up. He grabbed a quick bite before meeting Carmella outside. Ethan was picking them both up in his Mom’s car. Trent had another long shift for the day and was going to use his breaks to work on his local government project with Ethan.

Carmella said she’d meet them at the cybercafé, but to drop her off at the Library. She was working on some extra credit project that she was refusing to share the details of.

Trent noticed an odd tension between his friend and his sister, but he wasn’t willing to delve any deeper. He was getting the impression it would just give his mind more unsettling images.

-MESODOMINA-

Carmella left her playthings in the car and entered the Library, mentally going over what she needed to set up and what books she wanted to locate for her research.

Before they drove off, Carmella took the opportunity to take her phone out and take a picture of her bare cunt, sending the image to the Blue Ranger. She did it in full view of him while Trent Fernandez was distracted.

The Blue Ranger was coming along nicely. His attempts to free himself of her influence were getting fewer and feebler. Even her Tyrannodrone Gamers were ordering him around now. She could see the pulse of arousal searing his mind when he obeyed. The next step was to crush his identity. Something his Mother was already helping with.

Mrs. James had become so indiscrete about her extramarital activities with the Red Ranger and herself that it was virtually public knowledge that the Red Ranger had the Blue Ranger’s Mother wrapped around his little finger. She had enjoyed commenting on how in the past the Blue Ranger’s mother had always been too busy to let him use her car and how good it was that things had changed. Watching him squirm, with Trent Fernandez none the wiser, had been delicious.

Which brought her to Trent Fernandez as she pushed the door to the Library open. Her “twin brother” was fun to watch. She watched as he struggled with new interests and desires that were stained with guilt over their content. His superhero drawings were changing in their subject matter and content as he was approached by herself and the Yellow Ranger over posing for him.

He’d stuttered and blushed and accepted. He was already drawing Carmella, to make up for the lack of photos of their childhood. Accepting the Yellow Ranger’s offer was proof to Carmella that the attraction the Yellow Ranger was reciprocated. Trent Fernandez’s behaviour made Carmella wonder how he would react to the Yellow Ranger’s behaviour when he wasn’t around.

She wasn’t sure. He was a bit spineless really. Trent Fernandez was a dreamer who escaped into his art. The only time Carmella saw any sign of backbone was against Anton Mercer “in defence of her”.

The Librarian gave her the directions to the books she wanted and the Saurian disguised as a Latina assembled her research material.

There was an artefact in Reefside. A Shield. It had been brought here by a Knight after the collapse of the Kingdom he served in fell. In the descriptions of it, it talked of great beasts like Dragons decorating it and astral shades of them erupting from the Shield during the battles it was used. A Shield that promised Triumph in every battle. It was here, somewhere. Hidden centuries ago. But finding the Shield was not her only task for the day, Carmella mused on hearing the door of the Library open. She had an interloper to catch.

Someone had put Cassidy Cornell onto her. Someone had seen through the Identity Spell cast by one of the Ten Great Terrors. Someone new. A transfer student with as many holes in their background as Carmella. Miss Clare Langtree had become a rising star in the local Wiccan and Eco-Awareness Groups, supposedly she came across as “authentic”. Carmella sneered at that.

If this Human brat was a real magic user then she would soon be crushed under Saurian might and taught the error of her ways.

-MESODOMINA-

Cassidy Cornell winced at the taste of her drink. The busboy had taken so long to get to her order that all the foam was gone. She was going to snap her fingers and get him to replace it, but the loud snap failed to sound. Her fingers were too slick with grease.

Her stomach rumbled and she gave into its demands.

Ever since that trip to the forest of weird, what Devin told her was actually a videogame, she had not been the same. In the forest she had been humiliated, dirtied, and then compelled to eat and eat. And she kept growing. It was so insane! Worse… it felt good! For some reason everything she ate, the action of eating… aroused her.

So despite her growing her horror at losing her trim figure, she kept eating and orgasming until some force pulled them back to the cybercafé. The clothes Devin had found for her to replace her Guinevere costume were suddenly way, way too large. The trip back had restored her body to how it was… but not really.

Oh, she looked like she did before the trip to the forest. And because of that the too-big outfit she was wearing had slid down and exposed her breasts to Connor McKnight, Ethan James, Kira Ford, and Devin. But later… later she felt the hunger. And when she tried to satisfy the hunger, she felt the pleasure.

And since then she had started eating larger and larger portions. And she was too absorbed in her feasting to talk with as much snark and authority as she once did. The only person she knew she could still intimidate and make demands of was Devin. But even he was different. He was even more obedient than before. It was something that… that thrilled her.

With a very pronounced blush, she licked her fingers clean and stood up. With a look, she commanded Devin to follow her. The blonde Journalist led her cameraman into the Ladies’ room and took him into a cubicle with her. She sat down and spread her legs, her bare thighs pushing her skirt up and her arousal making her white panties practically transparent.

“Lick, Devin.” It was a short and simple command, and something she had never done before. Something she would never had fantasised of doing. But she was just too turned on, had too many orgasms in the middle of the café while eating. And the incredibly sexually explicit pop-ups that had been assailing her laptop whenever she pushed a button was getting to be too much for her.

Like a good servant, Devin got on his knees.

-MESODOMINA-

Ethan chuckled as Cassidy took a confused Devin into the back. He had originally planned to just hack Cassidy’s laptop and make it so each keystroke gave out a bonechilling scream. But sending an endless stream of pornographic pop-ups had been just as, if not more, amusing. He watched her try and fail to hide what was on her screen when people passed, and saw her focus on some of the clips with a look of utter enthrallment.

He pulled out his phone to let people know that Cassidy was seen taking her cameraman to the bathroom with her. The prankster in him wondered how Connor would react to one of his side hos playing with someone else. It would serve him right. The Blue Ranger sighed. His Mom was getting worse. She was just a toy to Connor and Carmella and it was like she didn’t care. No. It wasn’t that she didn’t care. It was like she got off on being the toy of people young enough to be her kids.

A notification came up and he shifted uncomfortably. The Guild he had joined… no… the Guild he SERVED had some new commands. Their most recent dungeon raid had yielded some choice loot and to reward their favourite Tankslut, they had made him switch his character. From male to female. Not only that, but they’d set his new character up with some rare and very…. very slutty armour.

And for talking online, they’d given him a voice-changer headset. So he could SOUND like a girl when they played. It was beyond humiliating.

So what if he had started jerking off from the teasing, it was still humiliating and he hated it.

He read the message. They’d sent him a patch for his character. Pretty large patch too going by the file size. He couldn’t refuse so he downloaded it and patched it into the game. It didn’t take long to find out what it had done. It was… editing his words in real time. Whatever he said, it was not only getting changed to sound like a girl said it, but was being edited to sound ditzy and self-deprecating.

SHIT! It was even goading the Guild into punishing him! FUCK! No! He wanted to log off and rip the patch out, but he knew they wouldn’t let him. He wanted to scrap it all and start over but he knew they would find him. They knew where he lived. They’d, they’d sent… things to his home. Toys.

BUZZZZZZ

He squirmed as the vibrating buttplug moved in time to the heal spell restoring his hit points. He wanted to cry. He was being teased and mocked in the middle of the cybercafé and nobody knew. He hoped.

-MESODOMINA-

One great thing about the training at the Wind Ninja Academy was the flexibility, Connor mused. He had his brother Eric’s long-distance girlfriend Tally in a Full Nelson, her legs bent behind her head, his cock buried in her ass.

But the stamina… as hot as it was to see her eyes roll from chain orgasms, she was all limp now and he liked some banter when he wrecked a rectum. He didn’t stop, of course. It was way too hot to fuck someone else’s girlfriend to just stop after he’d fucked her unconscious.

He’d run over to Blue Bay Harbour just in time to convince the Water Ninja to let him fuck her in the ass while she talked to Eric on the phone. Listening in to their conversation, with his brother oblivious to what was happening… fuck! He blasted another load of cum into her gaping shitter and pulled out to rub his still hard cock against her drenched cunt.

What did it say, Connor asked himself, that a fat whore like Carmella Fernandez could last longer than someone who was being trained as a Ninja by former Power Rangers?

There was another reason he was visiting Tally though, the blonde starting to perk up again, just to gasp as the pleasure of her ass getting a rapid deep dicking overwhelming her. Again. He needed to be away from Reefside for the morning. He needed to process what he’d seen and learned.

His Dad wasn’t his Dad. His Gramps was his Dad. With a sigh, he had to accept that it made sense. Him and Eric just did not seem to have anything in common with their Da… with their Mom’s husband. It also explained why Gramps… Dad, had dropped everything to help Eric train after Eric had flunked out of the Wind Ninja Academy. It explained why there had been Soccer Tryouts in Reefside.

And his Mom… his Mom had fucked her own Dad. Was fucking him to this day and if the pills in the trashcan were anything to go by, she was looking to get knocked up by her own Father again. Connor’s eyes narrowed. A flash of jealousy twisted inside him. Ever since Eric confided in him that he intended to get a turn with their Mom, Connor hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

His Mom was hot. He had had enough friends and teammates leer after her to know that and he wasn’t blind either. But did that mean he should?

-MESODOMINA-

“I’ll… I’ll do it Daddy! I’ll kiss her! I promise! I’ll kiss Kira and hold her down for you to fuck! Mmmnh! Fuck us Daddy! Fuck your fat pigslaves with your big cock and knock ussss uuuuuppp!” Kira paused the video and rewound it to listen to it again. ““I’ll… I’ll do it Daddy! I’ll kiss her! I promise! I’ll kiss Kira and hold her down for you to fuck! Mmmnh! Fuck us Daddy! Fuck your fat pigslaves with your big cock and knock ussss uuuuuppp!” She grabbed a doughnut and gobbled it up before letting her sticky finger return to swollen, wet, needy, pussy. She couldn’t stop herself watching the video. She was sick, and her sickness was genetic as it turned out.

Connor had been in a rush to get somewhere that morning and it was honestly the only reason she was still a virgin. He had laughed when she asked for a copy of the video her Mom sent him last night, teased her, and then just gave it to her. If he wasn’t in a rush to go somewhere, he would’ve asked for something in return. And it didn’t matter what he would have demanded of her, she knew that in her current state, she would have stripped off her clothes and offered any and all of her holes to him.

-MESODOMINA-

Clare followed the trail of magic to the best of her ability. It had been difficult to tag Carmella Fernandez with a tracking rune, the adopted daughter of Anton Mercer was overly dismissive of the peaceful protests of the environmental awareness groups Clare was part of, in some cases leading, and would not let herself be pulled into debates that she described as being beneath her time.

Clare bit her tongue to stop herself from retorting that she knew the plus-sized Latina spent her free time being a loose whore, but such low blows were beneath Clare.

She watched her target take a break from her research and while she was away, Clare moved in to see what it was that the centrepoint of the spell cast on Reefside was looking into.

It was… a Shield. Some sort of special artefact brought over to Reefside centuries ago and hidden. It had… nothing to do with the Morlocks, or the Master, or even the Mystic Realm. But her hands were drawn to turn the pages and her eyes were glued to each word. She couldn’t bring herself to turn away from what she was reading. Even the knowledge that Carmella Fernandez HAD to be on her way back couldn’t drag her away.

And somehow? She wasn’t discovered. By the time she had finished, her target had not returned. But Clare had decided to change targets. She had a new mission, a new need. She ran out of the library and made her way to her car. A hybrid. She made her way with all haste to where the notes and maps guided her, delving into a forest that reminded her painfully of home.

She arrived at a beautiful, secluded area. A pool before her. She fumbled to open her bag and pulled out a circlet. Udonna would be so mad if she knew Clare had taken her Mother’s circlet, a symbol of the power of the Gate Guardian. She called on the forces within it and immediately she was bedecked in purple robes. She reached out with her Mother’s power and felt the tendrils of power find purchase within the waters.

That was when it stopped being easy. She felt the power draining from her faster than she could draw on it. Her own power joined with her Mother’s and then left her body. She fell to her knees and then felt herself dragged to the water’s edge. Gritting her teeth and using nothing but willpower, she pulled herself back and with her body, came her prize.

A pale block of stone, the surface flaked away in her hands and revealed a bright red Shield underneath. It beau-

A sharp blow to the head silenced her and knocked her out. Carmella’s form shifted to her Saurian form and Mesodomina looked down at the pitiful creature beneath her. So easily used. From her research, the Shield required power to be found and to be awoken. She had thought the Human would just loosen the Shield from its setting. But she had underestimated her pursuer.

A real Mystic. Not just any. But the heiress to the mantle of the Gate Guardian. She knew some Morlocks who would be VERY interested in talking to her. Only…

The Human had survived, with the Gate Guardian powers dwindling to a shadow of their former self. There seemed to be some lingering block on the power from when the previous Gate Guardian sealed the Morlocks away, it stopped the power from restoring itself. If she handed the Human and the circlet over now, it would do nothing.

Figuring out the source of the blockage and fixing it could make the Human more talkative, more willing to reveal why she was here. And with that trust, it would be easier for Mesodomina to then direct the little twit to the waiting hands of the Ten Terrors.

As she lifted the Human onto her shoulder and activated an Invisiportal, the Shield in her hand… some flashes of reflected light caught her eye. She moved to the chunks of rocky flakes and found some larger lumps of rock. With a squeeze, the rocks gave way to her grip and revealed… gems. Dinogems. Delight glowed from Mesodomina’s eyes. Today was very much going her way.
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