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Prehistoric Tricks and Rivalry
🕑 Added 2022-06-03 04:06:47 +0000 UTCWickedness can lead to many paths, but so does heroism. Which one would be taken by a hero turned villain?
Knowing that Zordon’s White Light power would be his last resort to fight her, Rita did her trick to poison it. The unknowing Jason stepped into the booth and was washed by it before getting interrupted by the already-corrupted Tommy. The result was a devastating duo of Drakkon the White Dragon Ranger and Archon the Blood Dragon. But even as evil triumphed over the dispersed Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, the story can take an even darker turn.
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Roar for the world!
The damp air was lashed by Goldar’s jagged bullwhip. The cries of slaves filled the chamber as they continued their labor to push the heavy wheel of pain. Besides tormenting their petty existence to the delight of their dark masters, the mechanisms served no purpose.
These servants got no dignity left. They weren’t considered prisoners with matching attire. These youngsters wore the same clothes as they were first captured by Goldar and his new horde.
Once they were the best among the brilliant-eyed adolescents of Angel Grove. Some of them were considered star athletes. Some even got scholarships for their great job in catapulting their school’s team to greatness. Now the schools were gone and the teams that once represented them now marked the twisted diversity of a slave labor force.
The Bigfoot-like monster in golden armor whipped them again. Even the quarterbacks and diving team captain cried in agony. Their suffering made the observing Putty Patrollers become even hungrier.
Goldar noticed the other figure was silent. “You’re missing the fun. I hope that peace is not making you feel remorse, Drakkon,” groaned the creature with a smirk.
The person who was once Tommy Oliver sat on his stone throne. It was a familiar object. One that was owned by Lord Zedd and Rita before. Both of them were now gone. “It’s ‘Lord Drakkon’ for you, Goldar. Remember your place and how easily I can strike you down.”
“Where’s the fun in that? You’d be lonely. It won’t be enough even as the whole world bows to you.” Goldar clicked his tongue. “Half of the world at least.”
Drakkon was gone. In a blink of an eye, he was already with Goldar. His superhuman hand choked on the monster’s neck and held him high. The monster commander gurgled in pathetic opposition. “One more word and I will snap your neck!”
The metallic bullwhip came crashing on the cold floor. So was Goldar who still struggled to breathe. “Then do something about it!” blurted the monster without remorse.
The words made Lord Drakkon stop. He half-glanced at the exhausted creature. His right hand touched the precious Sword of Darkness on the hilt.
But Goldar was right. This problem must be dealt with. “Jason’s corruption was a mistake. The White Light power should’ve been mine in its entirety. But even with half of the energy, I still managed to destroy Rita and Zedd and took over their empire. And you think all of that is not enough?”
Goldar stood back up. “Is it for you?”
Drakkon didn’t answer immediately, but his reply was solid. “No.”
With that word, he stabbed Goldar with the Sword of Darkness. Green evil spells glowed on and around the fatal blade. The monster roared in unimaginable pain. “And you will help me complete my power!”
Whereas Lord Drakkon ruled the Americas and the rest of the First World countries, the Archon ruled the rest. At the heart of his fortress city of Moscow, the evil Ranger observed his grand army giving the best performance in a Red Square military parade. His Blood Dragon troopers could easily level a metropolis, even a decent-sized country like he did with Afghanistan. With such power, it is not hard to see that his domination over the Afro-Eurasian continent was absolute.
“Pax Archonica,” Archon muttered to himself. No resistance groups, no terrorists, no heroes. Just Jason and his powered thugs.
Powerful as he might be, Jason was still young. It hadn’t been five years since he and Tommy conspired to eliminate Rita and Zedd. In his evil heart, he longed for excitement.
He looked back at his private quarter at the former Kremlin’s penthouse level. It was a chamber fit for a king that ruled half of the world. The decorations also scream total manliness, especially the latex-trapped former teammates of his.
The Black and Blue Rangers pathetically tried to escape the indestructible and suffocating vacuum bed layer. Their helmets now decorated his massive bed as headpieces, thus exposing Zack and Billy’s face to their new owner. Depleted in power and exhausted beyond anything they had experienced, the heroes writhed about inside their latex prisons.
The same went for the female Rangers. Kimberly and Trini were now part of a pillar-like ornament that guarded Jason’s bed. Their spandex-clad bodies were hugged by the column’s granite-like materials, yet they still could move in a provocative way to entertain the jock.
“You should feel lucky for being here, Rangers. I have saved you from Rita and Zedd’s wrath. I have transformed your bodies into the manifestation of gods and goddesses. I have made you mine,” said Jason the Archon to his property.
As if reacting to his assertion, the captured Rangers moaned hard inside their inescapable confinement. Trini and Kimberly even silently screamed inside their grey rubber. Their body forms were much more robust compared to the times they still fought with Jason. Their thighs, abs, and arms were truly something to behold. The Black and Blue Rangers had man boobs while the girls had melons. All four were suited to be bodybuilders.
But even gods and goddesses obeyed their masters. With their booming privates, they continued their mindless struggle inside the suffocating cocoons just as Jason wanted them to be.
But something was off. He was at the peak of his power. He already got rid of the Rita and Zedd duo. Why does he feel empty?
The Archon lifted his right arm and grabbed the air in front of him. The magic spell that tormented his teammates glowed brighter and made them screech. Then, the prisons released the weak figures to the floor. “Welcome back,” greeted Jason to his friends.
They weren’t actually free. The latex materials were still wrapped against their perfect forms, but at least they could think. The first thought that came back was anger. “You betrayed us!” blurted Zack.
He tried to punch Jason, but the glowing tattoos on his suit prevented that. His muscles stiffened until he became a living statue. His curses turned into an unintelligible gargle.
“Zack!” cried out Kimberly. “Please stop this, Jason!”
“I am not here to fight you. We’ve seen how it went the last time. The only thing that will be different is the perverted prison that I will put you all into next time.”
The Pink Ranger gritted her teeth. Her corrupted team leader had his point. “What do you want?”
“I want you to be patient. There will be a time when I and Drakkon will go head to head. After my victory, you will all be free. Until then, I will need your powers to energize me and my army.”
Jason was ready to activate the subjugation spell again when Billy broke in. “You’ll need more than just our powers to beat Tommy, Jason. You’ll need us as your team.”
“Trini added the details. “Please, whatever Rita has done to you, it’s in the past. We can help you fix the past and take back our future.”
The Archon grabbed his intimidating helmet and removed it. Inside, the youngster Trini and the others once knew were still there. For her, he looked as handsome as she first remembered.
The Yellow Ranger didn’t realize that the Archon had pulled her with a strange telepathic power. In an instant, she was at his mercy. The two kissed passionately. Trini gasped as she could feel his tongue exploring his mouth.
There was something else. She knew that something was wrong, but she surrendered herself to it. She was obedient to Jason. Her body arched as the ecstasy took over. She tried to breathe but only his master’s breath entered her lungs. She was his.
The others rubber themselves while observing the kiss. They went into an uncontrollable frenzy as the spell left a mark on their minds. Then, Jason released his captive to the disappointment of Trini. “All of you are not worthy,” he said as he pushed the Yellow Ranger back. She was lucky that Billy and Zack were there to catch her.
“What?” replied Trini in disbelief.
“Look at how easily you fall under my corruption just now! At even the slightest view of Drakkon, you will collapse into submissive delirium to serve him. That’s Rita’s spell for you all!” Jason continued with his conclusion. “All of you are not ready for battle, that’s why I only need your power to go against him.”
The room suddenly got rocked. Jason looked out of his balcony window to see a huge fireball rising on the other side of Moscow. “He’s here. The time has come. You’ll help me beat him with my way or else.”
The Rangers looked away in disgust and shame. Only Trini looked back at their master. “We obey.”
Jason nodded and grabbed the air. The former heroes squirmed as the invisible force pulled them back into their fetid prisons. Their powers already flowed back into the city’s grid to invigorate his army. Jason put his helmet back on.
Immediately, radio chatters came in with reports. “Sire, Lord Drakkon’s forces have broken into the city’s outer perimeter. What are your orders?”
“I recruited you as my second hand in command, Commander DeSantos. Do you want me to change that?”
The Crimson Dragon Ranger leader bowed as he stuttered. “N… No, Sire. we will deploy the Crimsonzords at once!”
Jason walked out of the palace balcony. To the south, the sky was already glimmered red with destruction. The air jolted with the extra layer of energy shield that protected the city. It was clearly being pounded by giants from outside.
He heard the commotion on the ground level. “Kelman, Hilton, watch your flank! Take Maria and Kelly with you. Park, Cook, reinforce our stationary defenses!”
Inside his helmet, Jason smiled. It was a great decision to take most of the Angel Grove young people here. He knew he could rely on them.
But the building shook again. Jason had only seconds to figure out the horrible truth. The invasion was coming from beneath the ground!
The Archon leaped out of the window just in time before the Kremlin’s main building collapsed. The whole place was engulfed by a thick cloud of dust. In the chaos of sudden darkness, people yelled out orders. Some of them screamed.
“What a mess,” commented Jason before reaching his hand to the gray sky. His voice was the combination of the whole MMPR team. “Power Blaster!”
In his grip, the team cannon materialized. He didn’t waste time firing it. A stream of multicolored energy pierced the dust cloud before turning to the right to hit a dark figure in the distance. “There you are!”
Jason’s arrogance turned to anxiety when he felt the tremor in his weapon. He channeled his own evil power to give it a boost.
“Feeling down, Jason? Perhaps serving a new owner will help,” growled the familiar-yet-alien voice that cut through the darkness.
“I am good with what I have now. You should feel the same, Tommy,” replied the Archon.
“I never want to feel the same, Archon. I always want more.”
Inside his helmet, Jason’s eyes widened as the silhouette solidified into a deformity. Before him was not Lord Drakkon or at least the Drakkon he recognized. He was something else with golden armor, a much more muscular form, and the bushy fur detail all over. His helmet had a mouthguard with a row of sharp fangs. On his hand was the famed Sword of Darkness.
“What are you?” groaned the Archon as he desperately tried to keep the firing energy locked on the monster.
“It’s okay not to recognize your best friend, Jason. Especially when his humanity has died. All that is left is your master.”
“Nothing will be left of you when I’m done.” Jason thought that his twisted Drakkon made a huge mistake by showing up at the heart of his compound, but he looked beyond him and shuddered. All around, his Ranger soldiers were there but didn’t move.
“Surprised? My very appearance can make your putty Rangers freeze in amazement. My pheromone can overtake their minds in mere moments. But we’ll do something more fun.”
Jason heard shrieks. The Ranger soldiers went against each other. They dropped their energy weapons and chose melee combat. They wrestled with each other while shouting curses and profanity at their own compatriots. New chaos was spreading in the Kremlin.
Jason was connected to each one of his commandos. Despite their faces being protected by the signature helmets, he could still sense their individual identity. Kat Hillard fought Cassie Chan. Marley Eskin battled Matthew Cook. Colby fought his own sister, Ginger.
“Seems to be too violent for our show, isn’t it?”
The Ranger soldiers wailed as their anger turned into an uncontrollable libido. What were once skirmishes were now violations and debauchery. They went against each other’s spandex-wrapped bodies this time.
“You like that, don’t you, dear Jason?”
Jason didn’t know what Drakkon meant until he saw his own groin. It was a moment of humiliation as his baton grew to hang between his legs. He was aroused mid-battle.
It didn’t matter anymore as the Power Blaster exploded in the Archon’s hands. Instead of being utterly destroyed, the individual components dispersed and darted toward the hands of the newly-arrived figures. Out of the shadows, they were visible to him.
“No…”
These were his former teammates. “It’s funny that you followed my advice to put them in sensory deprivation prisons. Even an idiot would have known that what I did was another trick to spread my influence over your precious friends. I guess intelligence is not one strong point considered by Zordon when he chose you.” Domidrakkon cracked the air with his bullwhip. The four Mighty Morphin Power Rangers writhed where they were as the colors of their suits returned.
More precisely, their prison materials retreated into their suits. Inside, Zack, Billy, Kimberly, and Trini were cocooned in a worse form. Their naked bodies were soon completely enveloped by the crushing rubber. “Now, they are in better hands than yours and will perform in a better circus than what you have here!”
“Not a chance! Sword of Power!”
The Archon tried to fight Domidrakkon, but his own teammates immediately swarmed him. They were no match against his corrupted prowess, but they served another purpose for his evil counterpart. The Drakkon-Goldar amalgamation observed the battle before him with a smirk. “Jason, Jason, Jason, you’re so predictable…”
While Jason was slashing Billy and Zack, the jagged bullwhip wrapped itself around his neck. With a strong yank, the Archon was thrown back toward Domidrakkon’s waiting boot. The kick forced the air out of his lungs.
The evil Ranger tumbled backward until hitting the Kremlin's iconic red brick wall. In the background, the Crimsonzord breached the fortification as it crashed. Around it were the Ranger soldiers who violated each other with an untethered ecstasy. “Do you see what I can do, Jason? I control everyone around me. Your friends, your army, they are all mine. All that ‘s left is you. It’s the same when Rita tricked you into taking her corrupted White Light. When will you ever realize that you’re lost?”
Jason panted as he struggled to get back up. Instead of groaning with verbal assaults, he simply chuckled. “Don’t you hear?” The Sword of Power flew back into his grip. “Jason is dead. Long live the Archon!”
In a superhuman speed and power, Jason launched himself toward his mortal enemy. The sword’s deadly blade was aimed at Domidrakkon’s heart. One push and the battle would be over.
Or so he thought. In reality, the blade did touch Drakkon’s busty chest. The energy signatures of two evil Ranger figures went head-to-head. It was a struggle to press the weapon into the spandex.
It never will. The Sword of Power’s energy was slowly being drained into the circling former Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. Like a spell that completed itself, their presence forced Jason to share his vitality to his teammates. “Yes, Jason, together you are more. Don’t be too cheap. Share your power with your friends!”
“No, no, guys….”
At last, the attack failed. The depleted Archon Ranger lowered his sword. In front of him, Domidrakkon stood menacing. He couldn’t let go of the weapon. As it dried, it needed another power source to feed.
Jason screamed in agony as his energy was sucked into the cursed weapon. He could feel the strength and stamina that he was proud of even before the transformation into the Archon Ranger was sapped clean. His muscles felt impotent. His mind went hazy. Inside his helmet, his tongue stuck out in a pathetic effort to stop the catheterization. It didn’t work.
The Sword of Power darted into the grip of its new owner. The Archon Ranger kneeled on the dusty square. As much as he tried to, Jason couldn’t even form a comprehensible word to protest.
Domidrakkon used his bullwhip again. Following the cue, the dazed Jason took a position mimicking a Tyrannosaurus. He even roared.
Domidrakkon looked around the majestic yet broken Kremlin. “This lifestyle never suits you, Jason. You’re always an entertainer. You need to be in the center of attention. I got just the thing for you!”
He grabbed Jason by the helmet and ripped it apart. The former team leader’s dread-filled face was visible for his delight.
Drakkon threw the former Archon into the cage. It was one of many in his dungeon. It was the place where he trained his new pets.
“Morphin’ time… Morphin’ time… Morphin’ time!” Jason repeated the same phrase as his fried brain went haywire. Even with a low IQ he got after the fateful battle, he could still recognize the horrors around him. His former friends were in the other cages, being coerced to jump through a flaming ring or do acrobatic tricks like the circus animals in spandex they were now.
Soon, Jason Lee Scott would join them.
