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Hi, Guys! I’m back!

After few weeks of illness, I finally come around. As usual, I am posting my newest works on Patreon thanks to all of my patrons’ support. I have two works in the finishing step, one of them is this: the continuation of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers team’s predicament against the evil football team led by the new monster.

The other one is the Christmas/winter-themed special story as promised. This time, the Go-Ongers will be in trouble!

In the mean time, here is a teaser of the Locker Room Training to entice you in reading the full version. As always, I look forward in seeing at the Heroic Peril Patreon!

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The Red Ranger gracelessly fell flat to awaiting bottom. The fall wasn’t hard, but he still felt pain from the previous whistle noise. Disembodied voices started to flood his weakened mind, impossible to dislodge. They were in the background like whispers of vengeful ghosts.

The Ranger staggered to a standing position. He looked down at his own shivering fingers. Jason felt no power anymore.

“Feeling pathetic?” asked the booming voice before the entire pitch-dark world was enlightened with brightness.

Jason’s mouth went agape as he found out his new location: a football field. There were rows of seating tribune filled with roaring audience. The Ranger took a step back as he recognized that the crowd consisted of hundreds of putties. The grass below his boots was gray in color instead of healthy green.

The booming voice came again. It was Rhinoblaster’s. “Dear Putties, welcome to our initial Team Recruiting Day! On our beautiful golem field, we have our first candidate, Jason the Red Ranger!”

The gathering of putties hissed at the Ranger. Jason felt an overwhelming dread that ran all over his costume. His fists came together to prevent each other’s subtle shaking.

“Today, he’s going to prove whether Power Rangers have what it takes to be on the team. If he wins, he will get the chance to free all of his friends from our sports program. If he fails....” A magical lightning strike brought something to the end zone. It was a gymnastics leotard with long sleeves and colors and patterns similar to Jason’s Red Ranger suit. “Let’s just say, pants are for boys.”

The crowd guffawed at the condescending.

“Our guest of honor today would be the one and only: Captain Putty Quarterback!”

Another lightning teleported the familiar football putty next to the leotard. The golem took the time to sniff and lick the feminine costume. He then simulated groping Jason’s future breasts in that costume.

“Jason, please help us!” begged the teleported tackle dummies on the other sides of the field. Their tortured prisoners kept on trying to escape no matter how futile it was. Their fingers clawed and their helmets jut out against the indestructible latex skin.

“I’ll let our captain take over because he has more experience in handling pussies!” Another penetrating insult to Jason’s soul.

“Thanks, Coach! I agree with you about the britches thing for our training time but can’t guarantee when we’re having fun. Our recruitment will consist of three parts: speed, agility, and power. All recruits should succeed in all phases to pass. If they fail to complete or complete them in a decided time, they will be permanently trapped in the last phase they are doing. Word of advice for our little man here: you won’t want to be stuck as our midnight leotard entertainment!”

“Let ‘em have it, Cap. We think little Red here is eager to be dominated anyway!” The other putties high-fived each other again.

Jason gulped. He stretched his fingers out before clenching both fists with renewed fighting spirit. In his helmet, he remembered his Ranger training, and the first day he was selected to lead his friends by Zordon. He also remembered something else said by his mentor. Only use this as a last resort, you’d be in danger if you still have enemies once this power is depleted.

“Not gonna happen....”

“Say that again, Recruit! The crowd wants to hear―

“I said, not gonna HAPPEN!” Jason brought his fists together to combine his inner energy. His red costume glowed like a second sun and a shockwave spread out to hit the putty audience at the tribune. All foot soldiers ran in fear from their seats. It’s a different story with the football putties as they stood calmly while observing the new transformation.

Flames began shooting out from the spandex fabric and spread around the hero’s body. His pecs, his obliques, his quads, even his glutes were coiled by flames of Ranger power. The firestorm then concentrated on Jason’s chest where it formed the herculean golden Dragon Shield. Another blaze and his Tyrannosaurus helmet was back intact.

“Well, this is interesting. Looks like our rookie has something good in him after all,” said the monster quarterback from the VIP tribune.

***

The full version of the story is available in Heroic Peril: www.patreon.com/heroicperil

Description

Hi, Guys! I’m back!

After few weeks of illness, I finally come around. As usual, I am posting my newest works on Patreon thanks to all of my patrons’ support. I have two works in the finishing step, one of them is this: the continuation of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers team’s predicament against the evil football team led by the new monster.

The other one is the Christmas/winter-themed special story as promised. This time, the Go-Ongers will be in trouble!

In the mean time, here is a teaser of the Locker Room Training to entice you in reading the full version. As always, I look forward in seeing at the Heroic Peril Patreon!

***

The Red Ranger gracelessly fell flat to awaiting bottom. The fall wasn’t hard, but he still felt pain from the previous whistle noise. Disembodied voices started to flood his weakened mind, impossible to dislodge. They were in the background like whispers of vengeful ghosts.

The Ranger staggered to a standing position. He looked down at his own shivering fingers. Jason felt no power anymore.

“Feeling pathetic?” asked the booming voice before the entire pitch-dark world was enlightened with brightness.

Jason’s mouth went agape as he found out his new location: a football field. There were rows of seating tribune filled with roaring audience. The Ranger took a step back as he recognized that the crowd consisted of hundreds of putties. The grass below his boots was gray in color instead of healthy green.

The booming voice came again. It was Rhinoblaster’s. “Dear Putties, welcome to our initial Team Recruiting Day! On our beautiful golem field, we have our first candidate, Jason the Red Ranger!”

The gathering of putties hissed at the Ranger. Jason felt an overwhelming dread that ran all over his costume. His fists came together to prevent each other’s subtle shaking.

“Today, he’s going to prove whether Power Rangers have what it takes to be on the team. If he wins, he will get the chance to free all of his friends from our sports program. If he fails....” A magical lightning strike brought something to the end zone. It was a gymnastics leotard with long sleeves and colors and patterns similar to Jason’s Red Ranger suit. “Let’s just say, pants are for boys.”

The crowd guffawed at the condescending.

“Our guest of honor today would be the one and only: Captain Putty Quarterback!”

Another lightning teleported the familiar football putty next to the leotard. The golem took the time to sniff and lick the feminine costume. He then simulated groping Jason’s future breasts in that costume.

“Jason, please help us!” begged the teleported tackle dummies on the other sides of the field. Their tortured prisoners kept on trying to escape no matter how futile it was. Their fingers clawed and their helmets jut out against the indestructible latex skin.

“I’ll let our captain take over because he has more experience in handling pussies!” Another penetrating insult to Jason’s soul.

“Thanks, Coach! I agree with you about the britches thing for our training time but can’t guarantee when we’re having fun. Our recruitment will consist of three parts: speed, agility, and power. All recruits should succeed in all phases to pass. If they fail to complete or complete them in a decided time, they will be permanently trapped in the last phase they are doing. Word of advice for our little man here: you won’t want to be stuck as our midnight leotard entertainment!”

“Let ‘em have it, Cap. We think little Red here is eager to be dominated anyway!” The other putties high-fived each other again.

Jason gulped. He stretched his fingers out before clenching both fists with renewed fighting spirit. In his helmet, he remembered his Ranger training, and the first day he was selected to lead his friends by Zordon. He also remembered something else said by his mentor. Only use this as a last resort, you’d be in danger if you still have enemies once this power is depleted.

“Not gonna happen....”

“Say that again, Recruit! The crowd wants to hear―

“I said, not gonna HAPPEN!” Jason brought his fists together to combine his inner energy. His red costume glowed like a second sun and a shockwave spread out to hit the putty audience at the tribune. All foot soldiers ran in fear from their seats. It’s a different story with the football putties as they stood calmly while observing the new transformation.

Flames began shooting out from the spandex fabric and spread around the hero’s body. His pecs, his obliques, his quads, even his glutes were coiled by flames of Ranger power. The firestorm then concentrated on Jason’s chest where it formed the herculean golden Dragon Shield. Another blaze and his Tyrannosaurus helmet was back intact.

“Well, this is interesting. Looks like our rookie has something good in him after all,” said the monster quarterback from the VIP tribune.

***

The full version of the story is available in Heroic Peril: www.patreon.com/heroicperil