Last Updated: July 4, 2000
Disclaimer: MMPR and Power Rangers Zeo belong to Saban and are being used without permission. No profit is being made from this either--it's just good "clean" fun. : ) These stories contain graphic depiction of sexual acts between consenting individuals. If you find this objectionable or are not of legal age to be reading these sorts of stories, you're in the wrong place! Also, all the stories are grouped by the type of sex contained therein, and they are so labled (ie m/m, f/f, m/f, etc.). If you find yourself reading something you don't particularly care for, you were warned ahead of time!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: The editorial staff would like to say a few words to the folks who helped out with this project (so please bear with us). : )
Willow:
Thank you, Cheri; for the proofing, the suggestions, the encouragement, your generosity with your expertise, an ear to vent in, and the whole idea in the first place.
Thank you, Austin; for inspiration, honesty at 3:00 a.m., wonderful suggestions, much proofing, having a sense of humor just like mine, answering embarrassing questions with aplomb and skill, and for getting "Completely Different" with me.
Thank you, Chris; for explaining it to me so well. "It's Not Easy Being Green" would not have been possible without you.
Thank you, Jeremy Ray; for letting me talk you into this, doing such an amazing job, being brave enough to join our "put your name on it" club, the conversations that made me think, and for the chickens. : )
Thank you, Robin; for being inspired and generous enough to write your little heart out for this project, being a strong, reliable, fun and reasonable part of our team, and for having the time to write my pet idea when I didn't. "Good Vibrations" came out better than I ever imagined. You did an awesome job on it; it's some of your best work ever!
Thank you, Capri; for being gung-ho, a voice from a different perspective just when I needed it, and for giving me courage in the first place - all that long way back.
Thank you, Kittie; for your willingness to handle this monster.
Thank you, Hubby; for putting up with me spending so much time on this project.
And a very big thank you to everybody who was willing to try their hand - it isn't as easy as it looks.
Cheryl:
Well, Willow pretty much covered all the bases here, so I'll keep it short. My thanks to everyone who has contributed (or who I know is still working on one). I was very surprised and delighted with the turn out; you guys have been great, especially folks who have never written erotica before. Special thanks to Baskin Robbins who let me talk her into letting me use her story (and giving her a cool pseudonym). Also special thanks to Robin. You have been one of the most awesome people to work with; Willow and I have put your stories through so many 'adjust this here so it fits better there' changes.... you're the best. Kittie, thank you so much for agreeing to post this; this is such an awesome favor; I don't know where I'd be without you. : )
Willow, you get the second biggest thank you... if you wouldn't have wanted to borrow this idea, I don't think I'd have opened it up to other folks. Thank you for your patience, your help, the goofy phone calls and the shoulder to cry on when I was wigging out.
Rob, however, gets the biggest thank you. Without his encouragement, I'd never have posted a story in the first place. He's been my editor, my sounding board, my inspiration, and the person who tells me the story I just wrote isn't complete crap. : ) He and our daughter Victoria put up with a lot from me hogging the computer all this summer. : ) Thank you both.
And (not that he'll ever see this!) thank you to my boss who didn't get bent out of shape with all the time I spent on this thing at work this summer.
If you think you want to contribute a story to this anthology, contact Willow or myself, and we'll send you the guidelines we all followed. DO NOT submit stories directly to the webmasters; send them to Willow or me. If you want to drop an author a note but he/she doesn't have a link, send it to Willow or myself, and we'll forward them (since we're the only ones who know everybody's secret identity!).
Thanks for reading, and Enjoy!
"Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!" Aladdin's genie complained as it emerged from its bottle.
_Ten thousand years will give you such a case of blue balls,_ Zordon groused to himself, feeling rather out of sorts for such a fine afternoon. He was beginning to regret letting Alpha patch into the Disney Channel; however, if Alpha was engrossed in a movie, he wouldn't be likely to interrupt... as long as there was nothing going on elsewhere....
"Alpha!"
"Yikes!" the little robot yelped. "Yes, Zordon?" He sounded almost guilty about having been caught watching cartoons instead of the monitors. Zordon fought a smile.
"I did not mean to startle you, Alpha. Have the long range sensors detected any activity on the moon?"
"No, Zordon. Scanners show that King Mondo and Queen Machina are currently inactive. Energy readings indicated that they are recharging."
"That will take some time as the last several battles have been particularly draining for both sides," Zordon mused. "How do matters stand on Earth?"
"All is quiet in Angel Grove," Alpha reported.
_Yes!_ If he had a fist, Zordon would have pumped it into the air. "What of the Rangers?"
"The Zeo team has gathered at Tommy's house for a reunion party with all the former Rangers."
"... and you are involved in a movie, I see."
"I love Robin Williams as the genie in Aladdin," Alpha confessed sheepishly.
"That is all right, Alpha. I believe this would be the perfect opportunity for me to attend to some important matters in my private chamber."
"Very well, Zordon; I will notify you immediately if anything should happen," Alpha assured him readily.
"Enjoy your movie."
"Maybe I can still catch the end of Friend Like Me....."
Zordon's containment field went dark, and he reappeared moments later, not in the meditation chamber Alpha was familiar with, but in a well-shielded room in the lowest subbasement of the Power Chamber--a room Zordon had taken great pains to keep secret from both Alpha and Billy. In design, it was much like the main chamber of the old Command Center--a bit smaller but complete with viewing globe. However, where there had been computers and sensor arrays there were now piles of pillows, cushions, and curtains reminiscent of a seraglio; they helped provide the proper atmosphere.
_Ten thousand years... I haven't gotten any since Rita Repulsa trapped me in this bloody time warp! At least trapped in a dumpster, she could get herself off if she wanted to!_
Over the millennia, however, he had found a way to vent his pent up sexual frustrations. With his viewing globe, he had become an interdimensional voyeur, getting his thrills in watching the innumerable species of the universe getting it on. Although, for a while, simply being a spectator had lost its charm--after ten millennia one was bound to become jaded. Zordon had literally seen it all. Yet, a recent series of discoveries had livened things up considerably.
The first occurred shortly after he had recruited his first team of Rangers following Rita's escape from her prison. The teens had discovered a very unusual side effect of the Morphin' Powers on humans. In addition to being granted enhanced strength, stamina and fighting abilities, the powers of the Morphin' Grid also enhanced the sex drive. Human adolescents already possessed an overabundance of hormones fueling their sexual urges; the Morphin' Power shot them right off the charts. It was a little quirk Zordon hadn't encountered before, and to his good fortune, the Rangers had found a very satisfying solution to their dilemma for all parties: turning to each other for sexual release regardless of gender and personal inclination.
The other fortuitous discovery was that since the Rangers were all connected to the Morphin' Grid, not only could he watch the action, but he could experience it as well. It was as if he was inside the Rangers' minds and bodies; he could feel the pleasure coursing through them from the first flicker of lust to the all-consuming orgasmic explosions, and he could "hear" their thoughts, but only in those moments of intense hormonal agitation. It was the next best thing to being there! He was blessed with Rangers who were not only pleasing to look at but were passionate of nature and imaginative in their play as well.
He had never spoken to the Rangers regarding this side effect or of his "participation" in their activities via the Morphin' Grid. He feared that if they knew he was aware of their actions, they'd cease being so uninhibited (humans could be so touchy about sex!). By the same token, the Rangers had never mentioned their difficulties to him, perhaps thinking that he--like most adults they knew--would put an end to their fun (which was the last thing he wanted to do!).
Zordon had put his viewing globe to good use over the years, watching his proteges and archiving their liaisons, saving the best for periods when the Rangers weren't particularly sexually inspired. In doing so, he had made one other happy discovery that kept his collection from growing stale. Thanks to all the tampering with the timestream their adversaries had done, the Command Center/Power Chamber's sensors were very sensitive to fluxuations in the tributaries of the timestream. In short, he could pick up on the Rangers' amorous adventures from any where or any when. Ah, the myriad variables and infinite combinations and outcomes when one explored the vastness of alternate realities...! However, there was one constant he could rely on: horny teenagers would be horny teenagers.
Zordon caused the lights to dim and the crystalline orb to flicker to life. He would have several hours to enjoy his private collection. With a low chuckle, he murmured cheekily, "Rangers, observe the viewing globe!"
Section Two: The More, the Merrier
Section Three: Rangers of Their Domain
Section Four: Where the Boys Aren't
Section Five: No Girls Allowed
Section Six: Birds of a Feather
Section Seven: And Now For Something Completely Different....
Section Eight: I Don't Think We're In Kansas Anymore
Epilogue - Observe The Viewing Globe
The consequences of his voyeurism catch up with Zordon.
Observe the Viewing Globe II: The Next Generation 
Zordon's gone, but his legacy lives on. It's time for a new generation to be observed in the viewing globe.