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Note: This story takes place immediately following the first season episode "Gung Ho." It contains some forceful but consensual sex, as well as strong language with homophobic overtones.
Billy was still trying without success to formulate a fluid dynamics law that would explain the way any liquid in motion gravitated onto Bulk. The ninja team the troublesome twosome had been managing' vanished when they saw Skull reach for the bucket. Laughter filled the gym as Skull got up from the floor and bolted out the door, away from the sopping-wet Bulk.
As the laughter abated, Zack spoke first, "Congratulations guys. Great job. I'd love to stay for the celebration, but my family's going to Grandma's for dinner and I've got to head home and get ready."
"Later, Zack," Jason acknowledged as they exchanged high fives.
"Have fun, man," Tommy added, repeating the hand exchange.
As he exited the ring, Zack whispered to his teammates, "And next time, wear a gi jacket or a shirt or something, guys. Last time I had to go to Grandma's like this I nearly knocked over three of her favorite knick-knacks."
"Great match, fellas," Ernie congratulated, walking up to the ring as Zack left. "Sorry to tell you though, the showers are out of commission. The plumber's back there now, but she says it'll be at least two more hours before they're usable."
"No problem, Ernie," Jason replied. "Come on, Bro; let's take a cool-down run through the park to my place. We can clean up there and I'll drive us back."
"Sounds good, Jase," Tommy responded, with noticeably more enthusiasm in his voice than usual. "Will you all still be around?" He addressed the question generally, but looked only at Kim when he spoke. She looked him over--appreciatively? appraisingly? just being polite?--Tommy couldn't tell. She said nothing.
"Affirmative," Billy replied. "I'm supposed to help Ernie return the chairs to storage."
"Sure," Trini piped up. "You know us--any excuse for one of Ernie's special smoothies."
"Great," Jason smiled, and flexed his broad chest. He looked at Trini, but she made no response other than her enigmatic smile.
He glanced at Tommy, and they silently settled into a stance that they modified from one of the gung ho kata positions. Already taller than their female teammates, on the raised ring the Red and Green Rangers absolutely towered over them. It was apparent they were showing off a bit, waiting for the girls' response.
None was forthcoming.
Just before the pause became awkward, Kim spoke up. "Come on, Trini. If they're going to be a while getting back, we can go to the library; that way, we won't have to stop later."
"Good idea, Kim. Ms. Appleby wanted our outline Monday, didn't she? We'll see you in a little bit," Trini waved at the boys as they headed towards the door.
Standing in the ring, teeth clinched in a smile as he watched them leave, Tommy whispered to Jason, "Great plan, Bro."
Kim and Trini waited in the bathroom until the boys had left the building. Hearing Jason's voice as he and Tommy walked past towards the exit of the Youth Center, the two female Rangers slipped out behind them and watched through the Center's front window as they jogged off across the park.
"You were right, Trini; they didn't even bring shirts with them."
"Can you believe those two?" Trini asked.
"How long is Tommy going to wait? I mean, all he has to do is ask. We're always happy to take care of each other when someone's hormones are peaking."
"But no. Let's face it Kim, they're still guys."
"Strutting around like that..."
"In a tournament yet..."
"Showing off their pumped, smooth, cut chests..."
"Slicked down in sweat..."
"And oil. Jason definitely had baby oil on him."
"You'd think they were trying to impress us."
"Or trying to excite us..."
"Those egos of theirs! It's not enough that we'd feel it if they really needed us, or as if they weren't relieving each other whenever the mood takes them."
"No, they want us throwing ourselves at them in all their pumped up, manly, rippling muscle, sweaty, tight, silky, bun-hugging... whatever." Kim paused as they looked where the boys' figures had vanished into the park.
"You tripping'?" Trini asked.
"Oh, yeah," Kim stated. "You?"
"Big time."
"Jase, do me a favor. The next time I say 'yes' to one of your plans, give me a good, solid roundhouse kick in the head," Tommy requested sarcastically as they exited the Youth Center.
"Hey, it should have worked," Jason replied, as they began a gentle jog toward his house. "I would have sworn we had all four of them going. And during the second round, Kim really had that look in her eyes...."
"Maybe she just doesn't like me," Tommy sighed as they exited the Center parking lot.
"Trust me, Tommy; she likes you," Jason insisted.
"I just wish... I mean, it'd be so much easier if she asked me, just that first time. Y'know, it's like if I asked her I'd always wonder if she was just doing it out of a sense of duty."
Jason smiled. "So posing and flexing half naked with a slow burn going doesn't count as manipulating her?"
"Hey, man, ditching the tops was your dumb idea. And I wish I hadn't forgotten my bag at your place earlier. I never run without a shirt."
"Gotta work on that memory, Bro."
"Junk... Junk... Nothing but 10,000 years worth of dust and useless junk!" Rita exclaimed, tossing another box over her shoulder.
Squatt and Baboo had successfully dodged the avalanche of boxes, parcels, mystic containers, and other bric-a-brac that had been cascading off of the shelves in the Castle storage dungeon ever since the Empress of Evil had stormed into the room.
"Cut rate philosopher's stone... turns lead into tin. Junk! Newt eye of the month club certificate... Ha! As if I would cast a spell with their crap. Ah! No, wait, I used the last one eons ago, it's empty," she declared, tossing the long box on the floor behind her. It landed with a clunk.
"Boss, are you sure it's empty?" Squatt questioned, waddling over and picking up the box. "What's it say Baboo?" he asked, holding the long blue box with faded yellow letters up to his companion.
"Bammy Whammy Enchantments Extenders: Extend your spell's staying power,'" Baboo read aloud. "Got a love spell that's drooping? A glamour you worked on for ages that's cracking? A simple incantation, tear off the seal, give it to your subject, and... Blam! Wham! Your spell's back! Good as new!'"
Squatt shook the box. Something within rattled. "Yeah, Boss; there's one left."
"One left! Let me see that," she cried, grabbing the box from the bilious blue creature. She pried open the tattered and faded flap and shouted with glee when the contents tumbled into her hand.
"Yes! One left. One more chance to get back my precious Green Ranger! Come on boys, I've got a job for you." She stormed out of the room, Squatt and Baboo trailing in her wake.
"Could you see yourself dating Trini?" Tommy asked, as they jogged along the edge of the pond.
"As opposed to just having wild sex with her periodically?" Jason responded jokingly.
"I'm serious, Jase."
That's an understatement, thought Jason.
"Well, could you?"
"I like Trini a lot, and she was my first, but my girlfriend? No, I don't think so," Jason answered.
"Then isn't it weird having sex with her?"
"It was at the beginning," Jason replied. "But then I realized something that made it a whole lot easier."
"What?"
"The girls get hornier than we do," Jason stated.
Tommy stopped in his tracks as the idea took hold. "No way."
"Absolutely, Bro. It's different, but it's more intense for them; especially the sudden spikes."
"What are sudden spikes?" Tommy wondered.
"It's another kind of trip' that just hits you out of the blue. No build up. No warning. Just all of a sudden bam! You want it, and you want it now.
"I remember one time in particular... one of the first, and still one of the best. Man, I was floored. Good thing it was a Saturday. I woke up pretty horny, but I figured I'd catch up with someone in the afternoon or that night. I barely made it through breakfast. I needed--I mean really needed--sex right then. The girls were together over at Kim's place. I teleported in... I was five minutes away, but that was way to long to wait. Just the time it took to find them, I had the worst case of blue balls I'd ever had.
"They were joking about who got to go first, and I was practically ripping my pants off. I'm glad both of them were there."
"You were that far gone?" Tommy asked.
"Yes, but that's not why. Kim went down on me and I just blissed out. I couldn't do anything but moan. No one's mouth ever felt that good."
Tommy blushed; Jason noticed his unease, but continued. Tommy had to come to grips with the hormonal side effects of the Morphin' powers sooner or later, so Jason had been gradually weaning his reserved friend from more delicate descriptions of the indelicate aspects of the Power Trips.
"And you think the girls get hornier than that?"
"Definitely. Trini hit a major spike the next week. I was heading into the cafeteria and she came charging out. She literally dragged me into the custodian's storeroom under the stairs and I will never forget what she said to me."
"What?" Tommy asked, really wanting to know.
"Swear to me you won't tell her I told you."
"I promise."
"She grabbed my shirt, looked me in the eye and said, Stick it in! Now!'"
"Trini said that?" Tommy asked, astounded.
"That was nothing. You'll find out when you get together with her, Bro. She can out-cuss a longshoreman when she's tripping."
"Okay, but that seems pretty even. What makes you think she was worse off than you were?"
"After we were done, she told me that if I hadn't walked in when I did, she was ready to do Bulk and Skull. Together."
Jason started to jog again, leaving Tommy slack jawed.
The girls looked at each other. Trini spoke first. "You know how much I enjoy being with you, Kim..."
"... But this is an itch that needs a cock to scratch it," Kim finished. "Okay. Well, Zack's not an option."
"We could go after them," Trini suggested, nodding in the direction of their departed teammates. "Or teleport to Jason's."
"I wouldn't give them the satisfaction," Kim said with conviction.
"I agree completely," Trini concurred.
"So the choice is simple."
"Let's give him the good news," Trini smiled, as they spun on their heels together and strode back to the gym where Billy was folding chairs.
Rita charged into the observation room, scanning for Tommy through her telescope. Her giant eye spied him in the park with Jason.
"Perfect! It's just too perfect!" she exclaimed with glee, holding the golden ring in the palm of her hand. A band of faded blue paper spanned the diameter of the metallic circle.
"Oh, goody," Squatt bubbled, clapping. "What's perfect, Boss?"
"Don't you remember what this is, you little toad? It's the only decent thing I ever got from the Magic Shopping Network--The Enchantment Extender. Ha-ha! Oh, I had fun with these in the old days."
"Then you want us to..."
"Go down there quick and get this to Tommy. He's with Jason in the park; this'll take them right back to where the two of them were in the Dark Dimension," she cackled, inscribing the paper seal with mystic symbols.
"But, Highness..."
"Don't but' me, you lanky monkey. It's about time the two of you started pulling your weight around here!"
"Sure thing, Boss," Squatt acquiesced, taking the ring from her. "Oooo, it's really pretty; so shiny!" he exclaimed, holding the ring up by the paper band and letting the exposed gold edges catch the light.
"Careful, you dolt! Don't tear the paper til you're ready to give it to Tommy! They go stale quick after the seal's off. Now hurry up, before they get out of the park."
"You can count on us, Empress," Baboo saluted. He grabbed Squatt by the scruff of the neck and headed out the door.
"Get ready to come home, Green Ranger. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" she cackled, turning back to her telescope.
Billy turned as Kim and Trini entered the gym area.
"Oh, hi," he greeted, smiling at them. The other volunteers had mysteriously vanished after the tournament and he was alone in the gym, folding chairs and putting them on the two-layer, rolling storage racks. His smile drooped slightly as the girls marched toward him without breaking stride. He paused putting a chair onto the rack and queried, "Is something wrong?"
Trini spoke first. "Not at all."
Kim added, "We thought you might need some help."
"Thanks, I could..." Billy began. He stopped speaking as they hooked their arms through his and continued toward the back of the gym, Billy in tow.
"Ernie was telling me about how he had a closet put in especially to hold those chair racks," Trini commented.
"Why don't you show us where, and we'll help you put them away," Kim continued her partner's thought.
"The offer is sincerely appreciated, but don't you think it would be more expeditious if we were to complete returning the chairs to the racks first?" Billy asked as he walked backwards, so as not to be dragged across the floor by his teammates. The girls stopped.
Turning him to her, Kim told him, "No, Billy; we want you to show us the closets first and help us with a little project before we finish the chairs."
"Oh?" Billy inquired.
Trini spun him to face her. "Yes, Billy. Show us to the lovely, isolated chair storage closet right now please."
"Oh!" he exclaimed, discerning the cause of his teammate's behavior as a tide of testosterone washed into his bloodstream.
The girls pointed him forward between them and resumed their march toward the far side of the gym.
"Both of you?" Billy asked, looking left.
Kim nodded.
"At the same time?" he practically squeaked, appealing right.
Trini nodded.
"Oh, my," was all he managed to get out as Trini pulled the closet door shut behind them.
"Hold still back there!" Baboo exclaimed.
"But I don't want to fall!" Squatt was poised rather precariously on the back of Baboo's flying bicycle, gripping the frame tight, shaking.
"You can't fall, you worry wart; its magic."
"Really?" Squatt tentatively released the frame and sat up straight. He didn't feel any difference from when he was cowering and holding on with a death grip. Suddenly, he spread his arms like wings and squealed "Wheee! You're right. Let's go get those Rangers. Up in the air, Junior Bird..."
"Stop it!" Baboo shouted. "You can't fall, but you're making it impossible to steer."
"Sorry."
"We're over the park. Do you have the spell extender?"
"Right here, Baboo." He dug into his armor and removed the gold ring. Leaning forward and holding it up for Baboo to see, he said, "See; it's perfectly safe."
"No! No! Don't take it out up here. Wait until we're on the ground!" The words weren't out of his mouth when the enchanted ring slipped from Squatt's lumpy hand and plummeted towards the park below.
"Oops," Squatt burbled, covering his mouth.
Jason and Tommy had just entered the ellipse, which was filled with parents playing with their children, when they saw something flash as it fell from the sky.
"Did you see that?" Tommy asked.
"Uh, huh," Jason replied.
"Should we?"
"First rule of being a Power Ranger; if it falls out of the sky, it's probably trouble. Let's check it out."
"I've got it, Mom!"
The blue Frisbee had landed almost on top of The Enchantment Extender in the short grass. The glint of gold against the green caught the young boy's eye as he picked up the flying disk.
"Wow." He picked up the gold ring with his free hand, brushing his longish brown hair off his face. Mom said he was big for an eight year old ("almost nine," he always added), but the shiny circle of gold was larger than his hand.
"What is it, Honey?" A slender woman with a cheerful smile asked, as she approached her son.
"This was on the ground. Should we turn it in somewhere? It's awful nice; I bet someone's looking for it."
"You're right. Let me have it; we'll drop it off at the Park office on the way home."
"Don't bother," and odd voice called from behind a bush. "I've been looking for that!"
The young woman gasped as the short, fat, blue-skinned creature with pointy teeth crashed through the greenery into view.
The pair jumped back at the sight of Squatt shambling toward them in a hurry. The overall effect would have been more intimidating if he hadn't stumbled over himself and fallen flat on his face as he cleared the shrub.
The ring flew from the boy's hands as he assumed a defensive martial arts posture in front of his mother. "I'll protect you, Mom!"
It hit the ground and rolled across the turf several yards to their left, then exploded in light as the aging paper containing the spell tore free.
"Ut, Oh," Squatt muttered.
The frightened mother realized it was physically impossible, but it seemed as if the two young men who appeared almost magically between them and the blue terror had leapt over both she and her son.
The one with the red trousers spoke to the creature. The slender one in green turned to face them saying, "Nice form, guy. We'll hold him off. Go on and get your mom out of here. Go alert the authorities."
"Right! Come on, Mom," the boy urged.
"Back over the hill, Justin," the woman directed, hurrying her child before her.
"Arrghhh! Those bumbling imbeciles! If they screw this up, I'll grind them into mulch!" The Empress of Evil cried as she watched the ring's energy dissipate on the grass of Angel Grove Park.
"Back off, Squatt; what are you doing here?" Jason demanded, as the woman and her son fled over the hill behind them.
"Well... Er... It's like this..." the little blob of blubber stammered. "We were supposed to be bringing you a present and..."
"And we nearly lost it on the way!" Baboo finished, as he charged at the pair from the far side of the field. In a show of agility that astounded Jason, Baboo dove atop the glowing object on the ground; tucked and rolled; landed in a tight crouch; and flung the object at Tommy. It hit him squarely in the crotch.
"Tommy?" Jason called, concerned.
"Didn't even feel it, Man," Tommy responded. "Good thing we came straight from the match. I've still got my cup on."
Tommy assumed the ring had bounced off the hard plastic protector; he could not have been more mistaken.
Baboo skittered over to the rapidly rising Squatt and assisted his cohort up, saying, "We'll be on our way home, Rangers. Enjoy your present!"
With that, the pair vanished in a crackle of deep colored light.
"What was that all about?" Tommy queried.
"With those two? Who can say?" Jason replied.
"Should we contact the others?"
"If it were Goldar or Scorpina, I'd say yes," Jason stated. "But those clowns are pretty harmless. Rita never sends them to do any heavy lifting. Let's just stay alert in case something else happens."
Back on the Moon, Squatt and Baboo appeared in the Observation Room. Rita Repulsa didn't even look away from the telescope as they appeared.
"Come on... come on... Arghh! It should be working by now."
"It has been sitting on the shelf for 10 millennia," Baboo observed. "The box said that for spells that have been completely broken, the closer the conditions are to the initial enchantment, the better it works."
"Then I'll make Tommy use the Green Power Coin to morph! That should send him running back to me! Ha ha!"
As they rounded the playground, Tommy stopped, growling and grimacing. Jason halted and turned to his teammate, concern on his face. "Yo, man, what's wrong?"
"This cup is killing me."
Jason lightened. "Come on, Bro; it saved you earlier."
"That was before I was trying to run in it with a boner like this. Seriously, Jase, something feels off about this trip'."
"You're tripping? I figured jacking off together before the tournament would have taken the edge off."
"It did," Tommy said, sitting down on a picnic table.
"We haven't morphed since then, so things shouldn't be getting uncomfortable yet."
"I know. Everything was fine until after we chased off Squatt and Baboo. I was feeling the usual slow burn, but nothing urgent. Now... Jase, this feels like one of those major spikes coming on!"
Jason knitted his brow. "That can't be right. You don't feel spikes coming, they just hit you. Besides, I'm getting nothing from you."
"What?"
"I'm not feeling your spike, or a trip either for that matter. This is too weird. Come on; my parents are out of town this weekend. Let's get back to my place and we'll get you taken care of. Unless you'd rather call Trini--or Kim," Jason suggested.
That last statement hung in the air for a moment. Jason and Tommy had been fooling around regularly since that first night when the Red Ranger had filled his new teammate in about the fringe benefits' of the Morphin' power. The sex they had enjoyed together closely mirrored the evolution of Tommy's relationship to the team.
Jason was somewhat concerned, however, that Tommy had been turning to him exclusively, despite his obvious attraction to Kim. They had discussed the situation more than once recently. Tommy was integrated into the team well, but was still somewhat unsure about the personal relations with the other Rangers--he did meet them while trying to destroy them, after all. Further compounding his problem was Tommy's habitual shyness, especially with women and particularly with Kim. Jason had concocted the idea of using the tournament as a means of seducing' The Pink Ranger in order to alleviate Tommy's anxiety about approaching her. He realized that a simple request would have been sufficient (Kim had expressed her interest in Tommy to him on more than one occasion), but Tommy was still recovering from his enslavement and had not had time to adjust to the full implications of holding the Power.
Jason was walking a fine line between getting Tommy fully functional again and pushing him into something he wasn't ready for. He understood the dilemma Tommy felt; when the Power trips started hitting the Red Ranger, he had four good friends to turn to. Having sex had quickly become a natural extension of that friendship. Tommy was trying to make friends with five strangers he had met under extraordinary circumstances; adding physical intimacy too quickly would only make things more difficult for him.
"Soon, Jase. I know I'm going to end up playing around with everyone eventually, but I don't want to rush it. You've known them all a lot longer than me."
"Okay. Let's hit the road," Jason agreed, just as the first Putty came down the slide.
"Hey, Billy," Ernie called out, walking into the gym from the juice bar. "Would you like a soda or something?"
He was surprised to find the room empty, half the chairs folded and racked, the other half where they had been set for the match.
"That's weird," Ernie observed. He hadn't noticed Billy leave, and departing with a job half-finished was very unlike the boy. "Looks like its gonna be a real small victory party."
He moved to complete removing the chairs when the plumber called to him from the locker room.
Ernie walked out of the room, just missing a muffled moan of ecstasy reverberating out from behind the wall.
"Man! I do not need this," Tommy stated emphatically, as he punched his seventh Putty into oblivion. The rest of the Patrol was waiting to move in for their chance at the two Rangers.
"They just keep coming. At least they're not duplicating and reforming like the ones earlier," Jason noted, as he roundhoused two Putties in rapid succession.
"And there's no monster," Tommy said, punching. "We ought to be able to handle this." He ran full on at the playground equipment, leaping up at one of the wooden walls. When his foot connected, he pushed off and spun 180 degrees in the air, taking down another Putty with his kick.
"FINSTER!"
"Yes, my Queen," the white-furred monster-maker cringed.
Rita Repulsa stormed into his laboratory/workshop shouting, "I need every Putty you've got, right now!"
"But..." he stammered.
"No buts' Finster. I've almost got Tommy back under my control. If he morphs, he'll pick up right where he left off in the Dark Dimension. Once he's destroyed Jason, he'll fall under my control for good. All he has to do is morph, and he'll be all mine! Send them down NOW!"
Tommy felt Jason's back against his. Their long hours of gung ho training were paying off. Almost every Putty was on the ground, unmoving. They were down to four opponents.
"Come on, Bro," Jason encouraged over his shoulder. "Let's finish this." Moving as one, the pair took all four Putties down in a single pass.
As that batch winked out of existence, two dozen fresh Putties appeared.
"Great," Tommy sighed.
"Enough of this. It's Morphin' time!"
"DragonZord!"
"Tyrannosaurus!"
Peering down through her telescope on the moon, the Queen of Evil let out a cry of triumph. "Yes! They morphed! Now, Tommy, destroy the Red Ranger--finish what you started in the Dark Dimension!"
The battle was brief. The Putties were really no match for them unmorphed --against the powered Red and Green Rangers, they didn't last two minutes. When they vanished, Jason scanned the area for more, but no other threat was apparent.
"Power down!" Jason roared, feeling an unexpectedly intense rush of hormones as he demorphed. Something's wrong. The gentle breeze blowing through the park brought his nipples to pointed firmness. It shouldn't have hit him this hard, this fast. "Whoa! The weirdness is spreading. Come on, Bro, let's go... Tommy?"
The Green Ranger was standing stock-still, fists clinched, where the last Putties had fallen.
"Tommy? You okay?" Jason queried, trying to stay focused as he felt raw horniness--Tommy's raw horniness--creep through him. This was no ordinary sympathy reaction. Ordinarily, the feeling was like the current of a rising stream picking you up and carrying you along with the flow; this was like standing on the shore in a high surf, being struck by waves. Something was definitely wrong; although the undercurrent was vaguely familiar.
"Power down!" Tommy exclaimed. The form-fitting green suit gave way to flawless bronze skin. Jason shielded his eyes as sparks arced from the golden chest plate as it vanished.
Tommy stood for a moment unmoving, chiseled and magnificent like a Greek statue. Then, suddenly, his knees buckled and he dropped to the ground.
Jason ran to his fallen teammate.
"Tommy! What's wrong?" He put his hand on Tommy's back. The feel of the smooth, tan skin shot fire through Jason's veins. So powerful! So tense! So fucking horny! Tommy hadn't been that bad since they freed him from Rita's control.
Tommy turned abruptly to face him. His eyes glowed red. The dark sneer that marked possession by his deepest shadow was etched on his face. "Hey, Bro'," the quotes around their shared pet name dripped from Tommy's mouth. "Ready for a little rough and tumble?"
Tommy rolled over, kipped up, and launched a salvo of punches at Jason. The Red Ranger dodged back, retreating to avoid the onslaught. Jason had sparred with Tommy enough to know that a flying kick would be coming in short order. He prepared to duck low and take Tommy down when he became most vulnerable.
What Jason hadn't expected was for Tommy to fall flat on his back as he launched the kick. Tommy doubled in pain and cried out, "Jason! Oh, man, help me!"
"Tommy?" Jason asked, not dropping his guard.
"This trip'... it's like... before you destroyed the Sword of Darkness --only worse!"
"How so?" He moved slightly closer to his fallen comrade.
"Because," Tommy's voice dropped and his eyes filled with red again, "now I know what a hot fuck you are."
He lunged at Jason, trying to knock him off his feet. Jason dodged quickly and grabbed onto Tommy, attempting a control hold.
Tommy reacted as he had trained and slipped the hold. He successfully swept Jason's legs, laying him out flat on the grass. Foregoing subtlety, Tommy straddled his friend, pinning his legs at the knees. He pulled back to strike, and Jason prepared to deflect the blows as best he could.
Suddenly, Tommy pounded his own chest with both fists. Jason watched, astonished, as green energy, shaped like the Green Ranger's golden shield, pulsed with a ghostly light around his friend's chest as the blows landed.
"No!" Again and again, Tommy struck himself as he forced out one word at a time. "I! Won't! Obey!" With the last word, the ghost armor arced a bolt of energy from his chest to his groin. Tommy tumbled backwards off Jason.
Concern overcoming caution, Jason moved quickly to his fallen comrade. Tommy opened his eyes; the red glow was gone.
"Tommy..."
"Jase; it's Rita's control spell. It's taking everything I've got to fight it," Tommy gasped. Jason reached toward him, but Tommy crawled back quickly.
"No! Don't touch me! It's too..." Tommy closed his eyes and turned his head away.
"Tommy, what is it?"
"When you touch me, I want to fuck you so bad it hurts."
Jason smiled wanly. "Hey, Bro, it can definitely be arranged."
"No!" The Green Ranger looked at Jason, eyes full of shame. "Not like this. Not because she wants me to. She's telling me to finish what I started. I hear her inside my head...." Tommy looked away from his friend again. "I never told you... what it was like back in the Dark Dimension. You were so helpless, so gorgeous... She never said to kill you, only to destroy you... And I was hornier than I had ever been in my life... I was out of my mind...
"Jase, if Billy hadn't teleported you, another few seconds and I would have... I wanted to...." He couldn't make himself say the ugly word, but he saw that Jason understood. Tommy's hands clenched into fists as he curled up, hiding his face in his arms. "Like I wanted to just now," he finished in a hoarse whisper.
Jason listened, his jaw set. He debated very briefly what to do next, and quickly realized that--for Tommy's sake--he had to avoid bringing in the rest of the team, if he could. He thought about contacting Zordon, but since this cut so close to the one thing about being a Ranger their mentor had never mentioned, he decided to handle it himself.
"Come on," he said, setting his teleporter. "My place."
Tommy didn't move.
"Right now, Ranger!" Jason shouted, in a voice he saved for his advanced karate students. More out of habit formed over years of training than anything else, Tommy obeyed, activating his teleporter.
They appeared together in Jason's bedroom. The room got morning sun, so it was quite dark now. Tommy tensed in the close quarters.
"Jase, I don't think this is a good..." He doubled, a blinding cramp seizing his stomach.
"Oh, no?" Jason asked rhetorically. "Whatever's causing this, it's moving quick. You're hitting the tox point fast, man. One way or another, you need relief."
"Jase, I'm not sure I can keep control."
"I'm a big boy, Tommy. I'll manage. Come on, strip those pants off."
Tommy moved to comply, his erection springing free as he stretched the waistband of his jock. As he slipped off the supporter and his green pants, he felt another wave of energy pulse through him.
Then he saw the gold band glinting within his curly dark hair. It encircled his cock and balls at the base.
"Oh, man; I think I've found in the problem," he murmured, feeling the warm metal ring that completely entrapped his swollen manhood.
"Can you get it off?" Jason queried, not sure how it could possibly have gotten on. The ring had pulled Tommy's equipment noticeably proud of his body and looked as if the center was scarcely wider than one of Tommy's ample balls.
Tommy pulled tentatively at the ring.
"Not while I'm like this," he said with certainty.
"Well then, let's do something about it," Jason said, prepared to go right down on Tommy; that veined, swollen cock looking more appealing than ever.
Before he could move, however, Tommy spun away from him and bent over. Jaw locked, he gripped his ankles, broadened his stance and entreated, "Come on, Jason. While I'm still me."
"You sure, Tommy?" Jason asked.
"Why bend over for him? You never even looked at another guy before that first night with him. Destroy him NOW!" Rita's imaginary voice reverberated inside his mind.
"Do it, man, quick!" Tommy shut his eyes tightly, fighting the compulsion to tackle his friend.
After what seemed an eternity, he felt familiar pressure behind him. Tommy fought to relax, but still grunted loudly as something cold, thick and lubed pushed past his sphincter. He was certain Jason had entered him all at once.
"Come on, Jason, fuck me!" Tommy demanded, fighting to bury the voice slashing at his mind.
"Bro, that's one finger."
"What!"
"You're tight as a drum. I don't think I could get in without hurting you," he said, withdrawing the digit.
"What do we do?" Tommy asked, voiced edged in desperation.
"Take another tact," Jason replied, grasping Tommy around the waist and pulling him upright. He turned his friend around, pressed their bodies together, and kissed him hard on the lips. Jason felt a pulse of energy flash up between them.
Tommy grabbed the back of Jason's head and forced his tongue into the Red Ranger's mouth. He probed deeply, not letting Jason reciprocate, trying to establish complete dominance over his friend using only his tongue. Jason let him.
Finally, Tommy all but threw Jason away, declaring, "Jase, I won't... I can't!"
Jason looked at him and said affectionately, "You can, Tommy. You can because I want you to." He sank to his knees in front of his best friend. "I want to take care of you. Take whatever you need, Bro; not for any other reason than I want you to."
Tommy shivered. Hot and cold flashes were tearing across his skin as he looked at Jason, kneeling before him. Those beautiful lips, slightly parted and inviting. How many times had they fooled around since that first night? Tommy had stopped keeping track a while ago. What was he afraid of now? All he had to do was ask; Jason would take care of him. Stepping closer he said, "Jase, I need your hot mouth on my cock."
To his credit, Tommy maintained control until he felt the head of his dick swallowed past the back of Jason's throat.
Looking up at the tall, tanned body in front of him, Jason watched Tommy's head snap back, then forward. Tommy's eyes burned red as he leered down at his teammate.
"That's right, Red Ranger. That's where you belong, on your knees, sucking my cock."
He grabbed the back of Jason's head and held it, fingers seeking purchase in the short, wavy hair. Tommy pumped his hips and watched his long prick disappear between Jason's lips.
"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" Tommy sidled forward so that he forced Jason to lean back as he straddled the Red Ranger's face. Tommy gripped the sides of Jason's head and thrust deeply with each taunt. "Big man on campus. School football star. Team leader. Cocksucker!
"Wouldn't all the other guys on the football team love to see you now? Think you could take all of them, stud? I bet you'd love it! Every last one of them slapping his balls on your chin."
Jason ignored everything Tommy was saying. He always enjoyed challenging himself, and this was proving to be quite a challenge. To deep-throat Tommy under ideal conditions was tricky enough; now he was getting no help at all from his well-endowed teammate. Still, he had had a fair amount of practice in the last few months, and he knew from experience what got Tommy off.
Jason brought his left hand up and wrapped it around Tommy's shaft, jacking it as his comrade pumped his mouth. Although denied access Tommy's sensitive ass, Jason still knew just where to tweak for maximum impact. When Tommy was far enough out, Jason let his tongue circle the head of his teammate's dick, then pressed it against the sensitive underside as he thrust in.
Tommy was in heat. His need was fierce, palpable even. Jason felt Tommy's balls try to pull back through the ring quickly.
He felt something else as well. A force pushing out from Tommy. Tommy's skin was covered in a greenish glow radiating from the ring as his climax approached. The Green Ranger released his hold on Jason, who was thrown aside as if by an unseen hand.
Tommy stood, arms akimbo, and came violently. Jason watched, amazed, as Tommy's come evaporated into green and gold sparks upon contact with the air.
Tommy gasped and opened his eyes. They were their normal dark brown. The grimace on his face melted into a smile as he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He looked down hopefully, but his rampant cock hadn't softened a bit.
"I don't believe it," Tommy mumbled, stunned, his smile fading.
"I do," Jason responded, untying his belt and removing his own red gi trousers. "To be able to control you, it has to be a very powerful spell." Jason's cock stood straight out, but it was his ass that craved attention. He wanted Tommy inside him more at this moment than he ever had. He climbed onto the bed and rubbed lubricant into himself, waiting on all fours for Tommy to come to him.
Tommy licked his lips and looked longingly at his friend. "Jase, I'm back right now, but I'm not sure it'll last." Despite his doubts, the hormonally-enhanced, magically-charged lust still urged him on. He spread lubricant over his hypersensitive cock. The sight of his friend offering that luscious ass to him was taxing all of his considerable self-discipline. "I could hurt you."
"No, you won't," Jason stated. "You couldn't. No matter if you're under mind control or a spell or you're yourself or not. I've learned I can trust you, Tommy Oliver. No matter what happens, I trust you will never hurt me." In a display he would not have shared with any of his other teammates, Jason showed off his muscle control and winked his asshole at Tommy.
With a sigh, Tommy retreated and the enchantment coursed through him anew. He mounted Jason with gusto, driving his manhood deep. He plowed into his burly teammate with abandon, renewing his verbal assault with every thrust.
For Jason's part, the experience was informative. Usually, when any of the team paired up to relieve their hormonal overload, they were attentive and sharing lovers. True, there was generally one with greater physical need who tended to be more demanding, but as a group, they were a giving bunch. This was the first time Jason had had sex with a totally self-absorbed partner.
Jason believed absolutely what he had said to Tommy, but he had no illusions that this would be especially pleasant. However, he was surprised that it was also not unpleasant.
Ignoring the rabid gay-baiting Tommy was spewing, Jason focused on the physical sensations. He was really getting off even more than he expected on the fucking he was receiving. He was accustomed to taking the role of instigator with all the guys on the team, even Tommy. Now, he found he was enjoying reversing that role utterly, allowing himself to focus completely on the sensation of being penetrated. He was not concerning himself at all with Tommy's needs as he had earlier, becoming self-absorbed as well.
Again, the spell and his focus on his own gratification brought Tommy to climax quickly. As Tommy approached the brink, the unseen force emanating from the ring tried to push Jason away again.
Asserting his strength, Jason remained engulfing Tommy's cock. With each successive thrust, the energy pulse seemed to make Tommy's cock longer. The force of it vibrated within Jason, resonating out through his own cockhead.
"Jase," Tommy entreated in his normal voice. "Please, I'm so close, but I don't think I can shoot while we're together."
"Then fuck me harder til I come," Jason growled back, wild with the sensation of Tommy's cock acting like a vibrator filling all of his abdomen. Tommy was hitting spots within him he had never imagined. His cock quivered in anticipation of a fierce release.
Tommy was too exhausted to fight back as the control spell overthrew him a final time. "I always knew you were a butt-fuck loving pussy-boy at heart, Bro.' Beg for it, Red Ranger. I want to hear you beg for my cock."
Whatever it takes, Jason thought. "Give me that cock, Tommy. Fuck my ass like you mean it. You in there yet? I can hardly feel it. Come on, Greeny... fuck it hard enough and maybe you'll forget all the times you threw your legs in the air for me!" Jason badgered, giving as good as he got.
Tommy grabbed Jason's chest and pulled him upright, practically lifting him off the mattress as he slammed against Jason's muscular ass. Jason came hard; the intensity heightened by the continual, vibrating penetration until after his climax ceased.
"This is the kind of fucking you need, isn't it, you goddamn cocksucking fa... Gah... Ah...!" Tommy roared out at the top of his voice as orgasm overtook him.
The force of the spell wanting to separate them increased exponentially. Jason did actually fly off of Tommy's cock, landing stomach down on the mattress as the unseen hand flung their bodies apart.
The room flashed green for a moment as Tommy's body expelled the last of the dark energy. With nothing left to contain, the ring snapped neatly in two and clattered to the floor, then crumbled into dust with a flash.
Jason felt warm come splash against his back. Seconds later, Tommy collapsed on the bed next to him.
"It's not fair!" Rita exclaimed. She hadn't anticipated the Green Ranger trying to molest his best friend, but it certainly had been a deliciously reprehensible side effect of the Enchantment Extender. However.... "He's a football player. Mr. Macho. He wasn't supposed to enjoy it!"
"Well, there are six of them, so it's better than 50% chance that one of them's gay," Squatt volunteered.
"But the proportion is lower for females, and it's only four males," Finster added. "And I'm not sure they're a random sample."
"I've always wondered about the little robot, too..." Baboo began.
"SHUT UP! You're giving me a HEADACHE!"
Ernie entered the gym and found Kim and Trini busy loading chairs on the rolling cart.
"Hey, thanks girls, but what happened to Billy?" Ernie asked. "It's not like him to cut out like that."
"He didn't, Ernie," Kim answered. "Well, sort of... We needed him to help us with something right away, so we said we'd fill in for him."
"Yeah, we practically had to drag him out of here," Trini added, poker-faced.
"Well, thanks for putting those up. There's a closet over there to roll them into..."
"Thanks, Ernie," Trini said, moving to block him as he went toward the closet door. "I think we can manage."
"Okay," Ernie shrugged. "I'll go get the victory cake, the guys ought to be back soon." He returned to the juice bar area.
"Whew!" Kim whistled, putting another chair on the rack.
Jason gave Tommy a few minutes after he heard the water start. Didn't even close the door, he thought, then knocked on the doorframe and entered.
"Come on, man, we're running late and I need to clean up too." As he suspected, his friend was leaning against the tile, not moving as the water ran over him.
Jason slipped off his robe and stepped into the tub beside his friend.
"You okay, Bro?" he asked the unmoving figure.
Tommy nodded. "Just ashamed, mostly." He opened his eyes, but quickly turned away from Jason. "Jase, all that stuff I said..."
"Forget it, Tommy." The Green Ranger started to interrupt, but Jason continued, "I'm over it, man. I know it was the someone else talking, not you."
"No, Jase. I wish it was, but it wasn't. At least, not all of it," Tommy explained. "The what ifs' are driving me nuts, Jase. What if I'm not as good as what the girls are used to? What if I want to date Kim and she says yes? How does the tripping' fit into a relationship? Can I deal with knowing she's having sex with everyone else?"
"Tommy, all you have to do with anybody on the team is the same thing you've done with me--be yourself. That's all any of them expect from you. We're not all humping each other because we're into group sex; we're taking care of an actual, physical need, like eating or sleeping. It just happens to be a lot of fun, too," he added, grinning.
The newest Ranger took a deep breath, then voiced his deepest worry. "You said once that you enjoy having sex with the girls as much or more than with the guys. I've really enjoyed having sex with you. A lot. More than I thought I would. What if it's not as good for me with the girls as it is with you? What if it turns out" He paused. "That I'd really rather be with you?"
"Tommy, I never thought much about doing it with other guys before, but the reality of being a Ranger is that I'm going to. I can't think of a good reason not to do it well and enjoy it. There are a few people I wouldn't mind dating, but I'm not looking for a serious relationship right now. Between school and training and being a Ranger, where could I fit it? Although, when I do find somebody--girl, guy, whoever--I hope it'll be someone I can connect with, like I've connected with you. I'm way too busy fighting monsters and keeping my GPA up to worry about what to call that."
"Thanks, man," Tommy smiled thinly. "I don't know how I'm ever gonna repay you."
"That's simple, Bro. Do the same for me someday."
"Deal. You take the top from here on out," the Green Ranger responded lightly.
"That's not what I mean, Tommy." The dead-serious tone in Jason's voice made Tommy look him in the eye. "Eventually, Rita or someone like her is going to try taking me over. And it's probably going to work. Be there for me, Tommy; trust and believe that I'll never hurt you."
"No doubts, Bro. Gung ho, now and forever." Tommy held up his hand and Jason took it. Jason pulled him close. Impulsively, Tommy kissed him. Jason kissed back.
Tommy felt a warm rush of understanding, satisfaction and affection. This was a special kind of intimacy that few friends got to share the way he and Jason--all of the Rangers--could. He smiled inwardly, imagining the possibilities with the other four members of the team, as he caressed Jason's mouth with his own.
Just as their embrace grew more heated, Jason broke it off. "Enough of that, or everyone will be gone from our victory party. You're clean enough; move."
"Just don't drop the soap, or we'll be here the rest of the afternoon," his friend quipped, smiling, as he exited the shower.
For the first time since the original spell had broken, Tommy allowed himself to truly consider that what he had found with Jason was something he could have with the other Rangers--especially Kim--as well. I think it's time I started trusting the others more--reaching out to them. I'll never know until I try.
"On three. One, two, three," Trini said as she pushed and Kim pulled on the rack.
"This is easy to move," Kim exclaimed, surprised.
"I've got it; open the door," Trini told her.
Kim dashed over and pulled the door open. Looking in, she said, "Better get this out of the way." She reached in and grabbed the straps of Billy's overalls, pulling his limp form out of the closet. "He's harder to move than the rack."
"Be gentle, Kim."
"Of course."
The Pink Ranger leaned the glassy-eyed Billy against the wall, then helped Trini guide the loaded rack into the closet. They closed the door and saw that it did essentially vanish into the wall.
"That really is neat," Kim admired.
"Should we rouse him?" Trini queried, indicating their dazed, limp teammate.
"We did enough of that earlier; let's just try to get him conscious."
Tommy and Jason walked into the gym as Trini and Kim were helping Billy to his feet.
"Something wrong?" Tommy asked as they entered. His pulse rate jumped. That view of her as she bent over Billy... Tommy realized that, power hormones or no, Kimberly Hart was the most lovely, desirable young woman he'd ever known, and that he was an idiot if he kept waiting for her to make the first move.
Kim turned to Tommy, answering, "No, he's just a little worn out from cleaning up the chairs."
She stopped short when she saw their newest teammate. He looked magnificent. Despite (or perhaps because of) having two orgasms in the last half-hour, Kim felt herself flush as she stared at Tommy. She didn't know how it was possible, but he looked even sexier than he had earlier; relaxed and at ease with himself, not posturing for her. Just those soulful, deep brown eyes; smooth, dark olive skin; and longish, wavy brown hair--adding up to a strikingly handsome man. He was so good-looking; how could he possibly be as shy as he put on?
"So, we ready to celebrate?" Jason asked.
"Absolutely," Trini replied, smiling appreciatively at Jason. She did love that loose red top with the torn sleeves.
"Refreshment would the most welcome," Billy chimed in, resetting his glasses and trying not to stagger as he crossed the floor.
Jason whispered to Trini, pointing at Billy with his thumb, as they walked back into the juice bar, guiding Billy before them. Tommy waited for Kim.
They spoke at the same time.
"Tommy..."
"Kim..."
They stopped, giggling slightly.
Hardly daring to allow himself hope, Tommy said, "You first."
"You were awesome in the tournament earlier, Tommy. You and Jason have gotten so good at working together." She paused, not certain what to say next. "I hope you and I get the chance to work together more closely too." She blushed, biting her lower lip as she finished talking.
"I'd like that Kim. I'd like that a lot," Tommy smiled. It wasn't at all how he had fantasized Kim's first move towards him; but it was a hell of a lot sweeter and more genuine. Part of him wanted to kiss her right there, but there was no need to rush; they had all the time in the world. "Maybe we could start with that report outline Ms. Appleby wants; I'm not sure I followed her about how she wanted it laid out."
"Sure, we could swing by the library on the way home--since Trini and I didn't make it this afternoon, after all--and work on our outlines together?" Kim asked.
"Great!"
The battle of the doe eyes had begun in earnest. For a long moment, neither of them could think of a word to say and merely stood there grinning at each other. At last, Tommy ventured, "I'm surprised you didn't make it to the library; you sounded pretty serious about going."
"Oh, we got a little distracted," Kim replied evasively, as they entered the juice bar at last.
"You want to tell me about it?" Tommy prompted.
"Some other time," Kim answered, gently slipping her arm into his as they moved to join the others at the table.