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antics-pedantic · 3 years ago

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DYNAURA!! EP 1: Summon The Miraculous Inner Power!

Humid was the summer air. Delta Bay was a place of colorful buildings, including neons and pastels, old posters with sci-fi promises. And yet all those promises of things like flying cars and perfected urban living were scarce. But the draw of this concrete jungle was undeniable, and it led many to call this place home.

That included a capybara wearing human clothes, and his smiley-faced tortoise companion with the terry cloth bands on his head and wrists. The pair stood beneath a tree, glancing upwards all the while.

“Oi, Botti.” said Capybara Joe, with his usual New Zealand accent. “Lookin’ to me as though we might have a bit o’ trouble. And here I thought the rainbow we saw earlier was good luck!”

The tortoise-- Botticelli, just shook his head. And within a few seconds, they felt a strong gust of wind blow by. A pair of white sneakers with red trim touched down on the sidewalk, as a young man with jet black hair dusted off his hoodie. He resembled an individual of Nepali descent, and looked just a bit weary, but that had been the usual appearance he’d been afflicted with as of late.

“Rex! Oh, you came just in time, man.” said Joe. “We’re in a bit of a classic situation, we are!”

Botticelli made several playful boxing punches at the newcomer Rex, who did smile just a little more as he proceeded to parry each strike that came his way.

“Lemme guess.” said Rex, glancing up at the tree. “It’s somebody’s cat?”

“Yeah!”

“Botti can’t get up there?”

Rex and Joe looked to Botticelli, who simply retreated into his shell for some reason.

“Well! That leaves our hometown super hero!” said Joe. “You up for it, Rex?”

There was a nod yes, and a short hop that took the superhero up into the tree to collect the cat. This was met with a claw swipe: Hurt, but nothing lasting. Among Rex’s energy-slinging, flying brick trope superpowers, he was notoriously difficult to cut or pierce. Of course, being set upon with the force of a flurry of bites and swipes still managed to throw him off enough that he landed on the unforgiving pavement below, extending his arms out to keep the raging feline from facing a similar collision. As well as away from his poor, battered face: the claw swipes still hurt, somehow.

“Yo this SUCKS! He jabbed me right in the eyes!” exclaimed Rex. Joe reached out to take a hold of the kitty cat. No one was sure whether it was some kind of Capybarability or he was just that nice to be around, but Joe could help people relax.

“All’s well that ends well. Ya saved ‘em, at least!” said Joe. “I’ll let Suzie know that Kat-therein is doing a-okay.”

Of course, just before they could depart, a small explosive was lobbed their way! Rex was stepping forward to shield his two friends and the cat with his own body. In a fleeting millisecond before it went off, he could see the charge was shaped to resemble, of all things-- an oversized staple?!

“Kyekehkehkehkeh…”

Rex had put his forearms up to shield his face, digging his heels into the pavement so that he wouldn’t go stumbling backwards into Botticelli or Joe. Staples flew every which way, some bouncing or even ricocheting off of Rex himself. The force of the explosion was still plenty enough to shake him up.

“Hey, what gives?! We’re trying to return a lost cat!” exclaimed Rex. Ahead stood the attacker: Clad in both cape and tie-- equal parts suit and supervillain tights, with a long stapler-shaped helmet, but with the eyes and painted shark mouth of a WWII-era fighter plane.

[MIDDLE MANAGER “TACKER MASK”]

“The Mantle Empire’s Army doesn’t care about small animals!” exclaimed Tacker, with a flourish of his cape. “The battle begins anew, you slackers!”

“Then let’s oblige ‘em, Botti!” said Rex, as he cracked his knuckles. Botticelli was doing jumping jacks as a warm-up, before the two started to approach Tacker. The villain of course, backed up a step and waved to the side. This resulted in three entirely separate monsters and villains appearing at his beckoning:

Botticelli was met head-on by a similarly sized, larger-than-average roly poly insectoid who answered to the title of [PITIFUL PILLBUG MUTANT “PODDER”]. Two set upon Rex at the same time-- the rectangular [“SODAVEND ROBO”] and a lower ranked villain with an askew cape and wrinkly jumpsuit of a costume, wearing a tattered boxing glove shaped headpiece [“SUCKERPUNCH MARRSK”]. Of course, although they faced off against Rex and Botticelli, the three seemed hesitant to strike.

“Am I paying you to stand around?! Attack already!” commanded Tacker Mask.

“Y-Yes, of course Mr. Stapleton.”

“That’s Yes MR. MIDDLE MANAGER MASK STAPLETON to you! Now hurry up!”

Sodavend was first up, firing a volley of full cans packed with carbonated contempt at Rex. Seemed easy enough to respond-- just bat away the forceful projectiles. Or at least it would have been, if Rex hadn’t reached out in time to parry Suckerpunch Marrsk’s surprise attack. With Rex trying to fend off both superpowered metaform foes, Podder the Pitiful Pillbug was trying desperately to keep up with Botticelli, as the tortoise refused to relent.

So intense was Botticelli’s assault, that the turtle had forced Podder back with a jumping, spinning back-kick-- the rolling savate! Followed up right away with more spinning, as Botticelli squeezed back inside his shell so that he could use his own armored body as a projectile. Although shaken by the assault, Podder had begun a roll of his own: In his curled-up orb form, he too made use of his body’s armor and built up formidable attack speeds. The two collided into each other after a great charge from each side, One shell grinding into another. Trying to find an advantage over the other.

“Oh no…” thought Podder. “I should have been more careful! He can probably keep this up longer than I can. I’ll have to uncurl sometime…”

But in that moment, Podder realized his defense was indeed all-around as long as he was curled: With an overarching motion, Podder was able to roll out of the duel of shells and into mid-air above Botticelli-- before landing painfully on the tortoise’s underside.

“BOTTI!”

Capybara Joe’s cry had gotten Rex to glance aside and check on his friend. The opening had allowed Suckerpunch Marrsk a chance to send Rex flying down the street with one of his namesake sneak attacks. Leaving behind an afterimage, Sodavend Robo dashed forward to press the opportunity, preparing to fire a gallon-missile at point blank.

*Beep!*

Or at least he would have fired, had Rex not pressed a button on the robot’s keypad. And a couple more times, slowing down the missile launch by making Sodavend dispense other beverages first. Stunned by the maneuver, Sodavend was promptly picked up by Rex-- raised right over his head, and given a good shake. With a palm strike, Rex not only applied enough force to launch Sodavend backwards towards his comrade in Suckerpunch Marrsk, but he had also set off a dozen shaken-up containers of soda stocked within the war robot’s internal arsenal. This only served to offer increased ignition on Sodavend’s doomed flight.

“You blithering buffoons!” cried Tacker Mask, despite not entering the fight himself. “I’ll see you punished accordingly for your squad’s failure!”

But the battle seemed to come to a close: Suckerpunch Marrsk had grabbed the victorious Podder so the Mantle Army forces could retreat. And Rex did not bother to go after them, opting to help Botticelli back up to his feet.

“Ye gods! Wouldja look at that. Botti’s as happy as a clam after losin’?!”

Botticelli just shook his head. Rex and Capybara Joe could find nothing terribly wrong with the tortoise, short of some bruises but those were nothing new to either of the two fighters present…

“The bossman really chewed us out this time, huh?” said Sodavend.

Suckerpunch Marrsk was taking to a glass of chocolate milk with a straw. A dejected Podder leaned on one elbow as he trailed a hand along the edges of a napkin, waiting for his and Suckerpunch’s food to arrive. They’d gone to a restaurant for lunch.

“That hero guy and his little friend got lucky is all…” mumbled Suckerpunch Marrsk.

“I thought you were the lucky one between us-- you said so!” said Sodavend, their automated speech box changing tones. There was even a little digital strip above Sodavend’s keypad, going from prices and texts that said “HAVE A NICE DAY!” to angry looking emoji. “No wonder you’re a Marrsk and not a real Mask man. You deserved that demotion!”

“Why you penny-pinching fridge…!”

As the two argued, only Podder noticed the footfalls belonging to a familiar pair of white sneakers with red trim. The favorite shoes of their all too recent opponent: Rex!

“Oh no! He’s here to finish us off!” wept Suckerpunch Marrsk. “Please forgive me! These two idiots held me hostage.”

“No, Suckerpunch held us hostage!” said Sodavend, trying to throw off Suckerpunch’s hands.

But Rex just blinked at the frightened lot. In fact, he had a paper to-go bag with some food of his own. He extended his arm, causing the three evildoers to recoil just a bit as if a bomb were about to land on them from the skies.

“... Can I sit here? The rest of the place is busy. And I did want to catch up with you guys-- to talk.”

That helped calm them down some. But now Sodavend, Podder, and Suckerpunch were dreading what they assumed to be a round of insults, trash talk, and criticism. But it never came.

“I just wanted to say you guys put up a really good fight,” said Rex, “And you had some cool moves.”

“Wh-- But we were trying to k-... kill you.” squeaked Podder.

“Yeah. Destroy, devastate, annihilate, decimate, eviscerate--” said Suckerpunch Marrsk, rattling off synonyms until Sodavend slapped a hand over where Suckerpunch’s mouth would be under the helmet.

“At this point in life it’s nothing new. Guess it all depends on your point of view…” muttered Rex, as he started on some nachos. “And I tend to be more forgiving of lower ranks than the snobs at the top! You all have a lot of heart, and a lot more potential than ya think. That’s to be encouraged. And Botticelli would agree: Podder, he was really impressed with how you countered his Gameraight-Round-- that’s one of his signature moves!”

Podder was astounded by the thought of having put up a decent fight.

“That brings me such… such a feeling of honor.” Podder admitted, to the amazement of his two teammates. “I had always hoped to be a warrior like the Mantle Empire’s most legendary subjects to the throne. You believe I could be brave enough to become such a thing?”

Rex shook his head.

“Forget the throne, improve yourself for you--*hompf*.” said Rex, between bites. “No job, no supreme leader’s ever gonna give ya an inch. They’ll say you’re worthless, and then squeeze you dry until you’ve got nothing left to give. That ain’t a way to grow, much less to live. So if you wanna be Pillbug the Brave… Brave Pillbug… whatever! You gotta go easy on yourself, and save the tough guy act for training. Not for anybody that doesn’t give a damn about anything of yours.”

Everyone stewed on the speech and what it meant for them. They couldn’t help but feel pumped up: Ready to seize something they could start calling their own. What that something was they did not know: Only that it was out there waiting for them. The whole table had gone silent from contemplation for a while, until Rex asked Sodavend to (please) pass him an extra napkin. Before long, they had gotten down to bursts of small talk about other things. Hobbies in their spare time, advice on mostly mundane matters (like laundry tips Sodavend’s washer-dryer robo roommate offered, or which subway trains went where in the city), and the latest thing they’d seen online or on TV.

By the end, with Rex walking away-- they had forgotten they were meant to be anything like enemies. Felt more like neighbors and sparring partners. Suckerpunch did wonder if it was a trick on Rex’s part. But the gentle gesture had convinced Podder otherwise, and he would advocate for the cosmic contender on this matter. The three went about some training of their own together, all eager to do better during their rematch.

But Tacker Mask was not far off. Watching from some hidden spot with much vitriol as a scheme popped into his head, to be charted on a spreadsheet and explained to his superiors via slideshow presentation so that he might requisition what he needed to end what he considered foolishness.

In a lot that was typically vacant, Rex and some friends liked to set up a makeshift wrestling ring to train, and practice before shows at bigger venues. Podder, Sodavend, and Suckerpunch Marrsk shuffled in awkwardly at first, but were pleasantly surprised to see there were a few other non-humans and superpowered individuals-- metaforms, as they were called. Though many were concluding their training, a few remained at the ring alongside Rex and Botticelli. They even had shirts and jackets with the logo for the HCF: The Herculean Class Wrestling Federation.

“Oh oh, Podder! Hey.” greeted Rex. “C’mon over, we were wondering when you’d get here.”

Botticelli actually hopped over to low-five the Mantle Army monsters, even going as far as to shake Podder’s hand with both of his own as if to say he was really impressed by their first battle. Podder was confused, while Suckerpunch and Sodavend behind him had both flinched at first. But they were allowed into the ring one at a time: Suckerpunch Marrsk went up first, having been asked up by an older masked man called Kangaroo Boxer. When Suckerpunch Marrsk faltered and left himself open to K.B.’s unyieldingly swift strikes, the older hero called for a time-out.

“Hey, your form seems rough…”

“I’m sorry.” muttered Suckerpunch Marrsk. “I don’t feel right using tricks in a competition like this.”

“From one point-of-view, sure.” said Kangaroo Boxer. “But catching your opponent off-guard and taking advantage of openings doesn’t always have to be dishonest, or sloppy. Let me give you some pointers.”

And from there the spar went a little more slowly. At least until Suckerpunch Marrsk had been directed properly. Knowing the basics, he was able to put up a much better fight against Kangaroo Boxer before their match time was up.

“Th-Thank you, Mr. ‘Roo!” said Suckerpunch Marrsk afterwards, “I’ve never had such good lessons before. I’ve had to make do on how-to videos and dumb luck.”

“Don’t sweat it, kid: we all start somewhere.” said Kangaroo Boxer, offering a pat on the back. “You had a strong basis in theory, but by putting it to practice you figured out what works and what doesn’t. You should feel proud of what you can do, and keep training.”

“Me next!” cried Sodavend Robo, excited by Suckerpunch Marrsk’s display. “I want to learn some things too!”

Botticelli stepped up to accompany Sodavend Robo. The two were set against one of the best known local tag teams: The Incredulous Cephalopod and Cuttlefish Cutie! The battle that ensued was carried mostly by Botticelli at first, who did most of the striking while Sodavend had ended up the larger target.

“Augh! Botti-- here, let me make it up to you!”

Sodavend fired off a few canned-projectiles to fend off the aquatic duo, before dispensing a small energy drink for Botticelli. The thankful tortoise offered a thumbs-up, chugging the can and crushing it in his fist. Sodavend had never realized he could act in a support role. He had always been told he should have embraced being so big-- it should have made him stronger, or at least better defensively. Finding another way to use his abilities-- and to help no less, gave him a great deal of inspiration as he and Botticelli managed to eventually pin Cephalopod and Cuttlefish Cutie.

Finally, the last match came up. Podder entered the ring with certainty, but his newfound confidence fell somewhat as he saw he was going up against Rex himself. Even with the starting distance between them, the cosmic contender’s presence felt expansive and overwhelming. Like the feeling a prey animal got when encountering a predator animal. Even for as low as it was, Rex’s aura was just a hint of some greater power deep within.

And then on his first step forward… Rex extended an arm to tap fists with Podder. Podder approached slowly, reaching out with much caution. But once it was clear this wasn’t a trick, the two hopped back to their starting distance, and waited for the bell to ring.

Once it did, Podder was on the move right away. He’d waited until Rex had stepped forward to swing a roundhouse kick, jumping onto his leg and going into his roly poly form to dash across his torso-- and painfully over his face, leaving a mark akin to a tire track. But not before Rex hopped up slightly overhead Podder, and with an axe-handle blow Rex proceeded to send the pillbug down into the mat!

Fortunately, Podder’s roly poly form gave him considerable protection. In this state, he could roll and bounce around-- while strikes bounced off of his shell. Podder’s defenses were not so far off from Rex’s, and they doubled as his greatest offense if he could gather up enough momentum. The sort that Rex had just provided, as he used a soccer kick to send Podder flying. Podder yelped-- but was thankful as one of the ring ropes bounced him back into Rex. The pillbug warrior started to accelerate in mid-air, grinding into Rex’s raised forearms in the hopes of breaking through to his face again. But not before his charge was halted by a brilliant wave of light that pushed outwardly-- from both palms, and both eyes. A quadruple-beam energy blast! And Podder was pushing against it, trying to get through the wave to hit Rex again.

But it was no use: As the blast dissipated, Podder uncurled-- barely landing on his feet as his back was against the ropes. Rex was not far off in the middle of the ring, smoke rising from the four points he’d fired his blast from.

“I don’t believe it... That was awesome!!”

When Rex dashed forward again, Podder met his hand-strikes with every block and parry he could muster. The insectoid was surprised, not only to find that Rex was excited by what had just happened, but that Podder himself was actually also astounded.

“You got a name for that cool spin-dash attack you do?” asked Rex, pulling back a moment and trying for a swing of his knee.

“N-No.” said Podder, weaving aside just barely. “Should I?”

“I think so! If you have a signature move or a finisher you should absolutely come up with something cool to call it. Like that blast I just used-- when I was a kid I called it my Blockbuster. It’s as flashy as a major motion picture, and… well. First time I fired it, I almost wrecked a city block. I’ve developed better techniques since then.”

Podder had to take a second to process all this. He had just stood toe-to-toe with an attack of such magnitude.

“I’ve never achieved anything like that during training.” said Podder. “You surely jest, surface-dweller. How can a pitiful pillbug face such a move?”

“Huh?! You did great, if ya ask me…”

As the sparring winded down, everyone climbed out of the ring to find Sodavend Robo offering sports drinks and juice, no charge.

“And you say you’re not of any team, not vaunted whatsoever?” said Podder, looking down at some beverage can that guaranteed to replenish electrolytes. “How can a formidable warrior go unnoticed?”

Rex was pouring some juice from a larger container into styrofoam cups for himself and others. He didn’t answer right away-- not that he was trying to figure out an answer, but rather because what he knew still had an effect on him.

“Never went for that fortune and fame stuff.” said Rex, explaining himself between sips. “Ain’t even just the obvious grimdorks that are a problem, it’s the upbeat celebrities and officially-sanctioned operatives with the catchy quips who really uphold an elitist status quo. Superheroes have been commodified and militarized to hell and back.”

There was a pause. Rex looked haunted by something that came to mind.

“... It’s why I don’t have a secret identity or wear the old costume anymore. Let’s leave it at that.”

Podder simply nodded solemnly, and they changed the topic. With the juice break over and the conversations dying down, the three from the Mantle Empire had decided to start heading home.

“Don’t push yourselves too much!” said Rex, waving goodbye. “You put up a great effort, but you need time to rest and recover so that all of you come back stronger.”

“We’ll call in sick, thanks for everything!”

All seemed well for the time being. Podder, Sodavend, and Suckerpunch Marrsk were looking forward to an early weekend. Or at least they would have, if Tacker Mask had not been spying on them. As they returned to their underground barracks, their commanding officer had caught them off-guard.

“Atten-SHUN!” spat Tacker Mask. “Now: If I have your ATTENTION, I’ve been wondering where you three have been?”

Podder, Sodavend, and Suckerpunch Marrsk were terrified.

“W-We were trying to get revenge on those fighters from the surface.” said Sodavend Robo. “No luck, sir.”

“That is most unfortunate… But worry not. I’m glad I ran into you three: I’ve wanted to take you aside to give you all special training!”

“Tr-Training? We’ve been on a long excursion, sir. We’re too weak to move.”

That just earned a slap from Tacker Mask.

“Then you forfeit your safety. In the Mantle Imperial Army, you can’t expect to sit around. Every moment is a new opportunity to be efficient, to do something productive with your miserable life! Now start running laps! And you’ll do ten-dozen push-ups between laps!!”

Sodavend and Podder were off. But before Suckerpunch Marrsk could join them, he turned to speak with Tacker Mask.

“We… we were invited to hang out with that Rex guy and some of his pals. We’ve seen them in action, and we can c-catch them by surprise, sir.”

Tacker Mask took a moment to process the information offered. It was a spineless tactic of self-salvation. One he reveled in observing, because it meant he was feared-- that he had power over someone else.

“Go ahead and join your little friends… at a leisurely pace. We’ll have our revenge on that space case, his tortoise friend, ALL of them. And perhaps you could receive a speedy promotion to second-in-comMask right under my rank.”

“Y-Yes sir!”

Suckerpunch Marrsk jogged away. He felt guilty about all of this, from selling out Rex to coasting while his two teammates endured the bulk of this punishment. The worst of which would be waiting for them early tomorrow morning, as Tacker Mask pulled out his phone.

“Yeah, it’s me.” he said, waiting for confirmation on the other end. “I got some stooges-- real failures. I want to teach them a lesson, and you can send some of your guys on down, turn it into a publicity thing in exchange.”

The next morning, rather than facing their previous opponents, the three Mantle low-ranks were up against a whole team: It looked like there were at least 10 heroes waiting for them when they arrived. And not just any heroes: These were some of the latest entries into the reserves of the world-renowned Enforcers: they basked in the admiration of the public thanks to their prodigious appearances in high-profile media promotions and big budget film and television. And on top of that, many also tended to operate as part of military operations. The squad ahead were not yet at that level of fame as their overseers were, but the promise of success had brought them all forth.

“Wh-What’s going on?!” said Podder.

“What do you think?” snickered Tacker Mask. “You’ve all trained so much. I think you’re ready to take on some real heroes. Or did you waste your time lounging around just daydreaming?!”

“B-But sir…” gasped Suckerpunch Marrsk. “We’ve barely had a chance to rest. We’re in no fighting shape.”

Tacker Mask stepped over towards Suckerpunch Marrsk, raising a boot to his back, and trying to force him forward.

“Those are the words of a coward. Have you no sense of productivity?! Lazy, good-for-nothing ingrate. Just like yesterday when you spilled the beans to save yourself some exhaustion.”

Suckerpunch Marrsk yelped. Podder and Sodavend Robo were certainly shocked. But they didn’t seem to hold it against Suckerpunch Marrsk. Instead they ran forward, as if trying to take point so that Suckerpunch Marrsk wouldn’t have to bear the brunt of any oncoming attack.

“H-Hey… y-you gotta help us!” cried Sodavend Robo to the Enforcers. “Our boss is ruthless. He works us to the bone, please...”

But the Enforcers just laughed out loud in response! Podder and Sodavend Robo were petrified.

“Uh, to the bone? You’re a robot, dude! You’ve got hydraulics and stuff. How can you get tired?” said one of the Enforcers-- a stubble-cheeked fellow in knee-length denim shorts and a long, dark trenchcoat. He had a body armor vest underneath the coat, sporting a drawing tablet on the chest. And in hand was a stylus, currently drawing in mid-air a belt of grenades, and manifesting a very real construct in that shape that he snatched immediately with his other hand, timed perfectly to the last sound he made: “Duh-doy!”

“Why leave it at that, Penpressure?” sneered another aspiring Enforcer. This one was pretty much just dressed casually, only a domino mask and a beanie went towards anything resembling a disguise. As they took a long drag of their vape pen, their body began to partially shift into a vapor-state, giving him a ghostly quality as he circled Podder and Sodavend.

“We’ve got…. Mmm.” said the vape bro. “Let’s see: A whiny, pathetic excuse for a tank that spits out cola as firepower. Some loser who wears boxing gloves wrong and can’t fight. Oh, and before I forget: the gross ass little bug they hide behind.”

“Bro,” said one of the miscellaneous Enforcers. “We are gonna CURBSTOMP you to hell and back. And then we’re all going out for victory gyros.”

The Enforcers collectively cheered. The three Mantle stooges tried to stand their ground, but they were already demoralized between Tacker Mask and their designated opponents.

*KA-CHUNK!...*

And with the sound of jingling pocket change put into his own coin slot, Sodavend Robo was arming a wave of cans. Podder was getting into a runner’s starting position, preparing to ball up into his speedy, armored form. Suckerpunch Marrsk looked mortified: He thought this was what he deserved. And yet, Podder and Sodavend made space for him as he put up his fists. At first like an old-timey pugilist-- open and falsely confident. Before bringing his fists closer to his masked face, tightening his stance and relaxing a little so he could get in some more effective footwork. Even at a disadvantage, they’d still learned something about how to improve. How to believe in themselves.

One would-be Enforcer came charging forward. The three Mantle stooges did not move to meet them head-on, instead opting to act defensively. Keep distance between themselves and the Enforcers-- maybe also Tacker Mask. but that was going to be tricky, since if they survived this, their commanding officer could still punish them. But they had to do something, they thought.

“What is this?!” barked Tacker Mask. “You overgrown chickens… Get in there! Knee-deep in the battle. Or maybe I should bring the battle to YOU?!”

With that, the staple helmet of Tacker Mask fired off staples-- trapping the outgunned, outnumbered stooges there on the gravel road. A crowd was starting to form just after that, and they had believed the Enforcers had tricked Tacker Mask into botching the whole thing. Little did they realize Tacker Mask had arranged this whole thing! A bout of public defeat and humiliation.

“We’ll never stand a chance!” cried Suckerpunch Marrsk. Sodavend Robo was desperately firing drink containers around to give his comrades a chance to break free.

“You didn’t stand a chance before, with all that crap about ‘respect’ and ‘honor.’ It’s a world of sharks and guppies. And guppies like you get eaten!”

And then Tacker Mask was immediately struck by a punch that caused a small shockwave in the air. Rex had appeared with Botticelli and Capybara Joe in tow, the three running in less like a valiant cavalry charge-- and more like a bunch of scrambling hooligans, just trying to look out for their friends on a chaotic night out.

“I’ll #$%&ing KILL you!”

Tacker Mask was halfway between shock and overwhelming pain as the attack sent him flying into the mess of Enforcers, knocking some of them over like bowling pins. But only momentarily, as Rex gave chase. He found himself in the middle of the group, about to be set upon from all sides: There were punches, kicks, even the occasional stunning slap in the face. A few stray bullets and blasts, followed by immediate reprimand for their use at such short range. Though Rex was thrown off by one such shot, others were scrambling to avoid being hit.

“What the hell do you mean ‘kill’ me?! I thought you were some kind of good guy!” exclaimed Tacker Mask. “What kind of scary talk is that?! And how did you make that censor bleep noise with your mouth?!”

“Shut up!” shouted Rex. “You threw your own guys to the wolves! And for what? Because they wanted to play fair?!”

“Hey, don’t call us wolves! WE’RE the heroes here. You’re just a dumb jock!” said the vape guy, hovering over. Rex’s fist went right through him, causing the rookie Enforcer to laugh. “Ha! You. Can’t. TOUCH me! I’m unintelligible.”

“Intangible!” corrected Rex bitterly, as he pitifully waved his arms around quickly in an attempt to disperse the vape guy by fanning him away. Penpressure was not far off, constantly trying to shove people aside so he could throw one of his grenade constructs… despite literally everyone around him urging him to draw a more useful construct.

“No, what? I worked too hard on this.” said Penpressure. “If you’re caught in the blast radius that’s your own fault!”

There was a split-second to act. Battered and bruised by a barrage of attacks, Rex left himself wide open as he tried to dive over, using his own body as a shield against the oncoming explosives.

“ERAAUGH!!”

The explosion was contained, Tacker Mask and the Enforcers jumping back for cover. The assembled pedestrians watching the bout were screaming, but there were several just trying to record the whole thing with their phones, tablets-- whatever they had on hand. Podder, Sodavend, and Suckerpunch Marrsk were struggling to remove the staples that trapped their feet on the gravel ground, when the frantic Botticelli and Capybara Joe had finally made it over.

“What are you guys all doing here?!” said Suckerpunch Marrsk. “You’re putting yourselves in danger!”

“C-Caught us while we were in the neighborhood! Well, Rex heard ya and texted us. So we came as fast as we could, right behind him!” puffed Capybara Joe, as Botticelli pulled the oversized staples free. “We don’t leave our friends behind.”

Suckerpunch Marrsk looked like he was about to cry. Sodavend Robo thanked Botticelli. Podder however, was already looking ahead. With a roll, he was back into his armored form. Circling around Rex to keep the Enforcers off of him. The crowd of pedestrians started to pile back in, cheering and booing from the sidelines of the sidewalks.

“Look at those freaks go! That gross bug’s backing up the space invader!”

“Nobody can beat the Enforcers! They’re Earth’s Most Watchful Heroes. They wiretapped my phone once and it was an honor!”

“Show them what you’re made of, Penpressure!”

Rex and Podder stood back to back as the Enforcers’ rookies circled them.

“Well. I too have known honor…” muttered Podder. “Thank you for your respect, friend Rex.”

Rex just chuckled.

“Us workin’ types gotta stick together. And maybe stick it to double-crossing snobs like these…”

Sodavend and Botticelli were held at bay by Tacker Mask. Suckerpunch Marrsk kept off any Enforcers that tried to hit them from behind, but they would always get back up. The three Mantle stooges were still pretty weary from their hellish training routine.

“Hey, Podder!” said Rex, as the pillbug fought someone off. “I got an idea. You ever played volleyball?!”

“A little. I think I understand!”

Before Penpressure could let loose with a hastily scribbled sword construct, Podder had retreated into his roly poly form, bouncing towards Rex, who spiked him skyward.

“We’ll just intercept it!” said an Enforcer. “You think you’re the only one who can jump? Or even fly?! Not to mention you just telegraphed your plan to us. The gist of it, at least.”

“... Heh.”

Rex set his fists at his side, and his stance shifted: With it, a blue glow began to envelope his body. At first it was a bright outline. And then it began to expand outwardly: It was Rex’s aura! Exuding tremendous heat and pressure on the area around it. Those who got too close to Rex were thrown off by the explosive expansion of the aura field. Kicking off of the ground, Rex rocketed into the sky just above where Podder had ended up, and brought both hands down in an axe-handle strike. The orb-shape of Podder’s armored roly poly form collided at high speed with the squad of rookie Enforcers, damaging a few and scattering the rest. Rex dived after, maneuvering around the other super-people to catch Podder before they could. And then he launched Podder into the air again to repeat the aerial volleyball bombardment.

“H-Hey, you said you had this under control, Penpressure!” said a terrified Tacker Mask. But Penpressure was drawing himself a scooter construct, and running off as quickly as he could. Only the vape guy remained at this point, the other Enforcers on the ground and writhing in pain.

“You still can’t defeat me…” whispered the vape guy. “I remain like a ghost, a target you cannot reach. Hope you’re ready to trade out your ‘dork couture’ for a prison jumpsuit…”

Rex gently dropped Podder aside. With a flex of his bicep, Rex poured just enough energy into a flash of his aura that it created an updraft.

“Wh-- WAAAAUGH!”

Off vape guy went towards the clouds, set to return on another much rainier day. Tacker Mask fired some staples at Rex, pinning him to a building for a moment. But with one mighty dash, Rex was across the street and right up in Tacker Mask’s face with a heavy-handed haymaker punch. Tacker Mask caught the next swing of Rex’s opposite fist, bringing his helmet down for a mock bite.

“Hrrngh!!”

As the staple dropped to the ground after use, Rex could feel the force of Tacker Mask’s helmet clamping down on his shoulder, even if its staple ammunition didn’t pierce his dense flesh. At the same time, Tacker Mask started dishing out multiple palm strikes and slaps on Rex.

“Yeah, you didn’t think I was strong.” taunted Tacker Mask. “Guess it comes down to strength. And I’ve got plenty of it!”

After Tacker Mask’s assault made enough space, Rex shifted his footwork for a roundhouse kick with his front leg, followed by an immediate side-kick that had him staggering backwards. But before Tacker Mask could even take a second to think of how he’d respond, Rex let loose with another walloping strike. And another, and another! It was a machine gun pummeling, a hundred afterimages of cascading arms and legs just lashing out.

“JYAA!!”

But rather than going through with the finishing strike, Rex hopped back. Suckerpunch Marrsk stumbled through with a sloppy sneak attack elbow. Podder knocked Tacker Mask off his feet by rolling right into his shins like a soccer ball to a goal. And finally, from above: a leaping Sodavend Robo fired one of his gallon bottle missiles. After the harrowing, fizzy onslaught, Tacker Mask weakly reached into his belt, and produced a small white flag of surrender.

“We… we did it! We defeated Tacker Mask and those Enforcers.” said Podder. “But what happens now?”

“Now, I believe, we figure out an arrangement for you lot.” started Capybara Joe. “And we can best begin by getting out of here: I don’t believe the on-lookers much fancy seeing their favorite celebrity superfellers being trounced as they have!”

Botticelli and Suckerpunch Marrsk were helping Sodavend Robo along. Podder uncurled once more from his roly poly form, approaching Rex.

“Thank you. I owe you and your friends much. I’m sorry about Tacker Mask’s scheme… We kind of dragged you into it.”

Rex shook his head.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for struggling. We oughtta be challenging elitist jerks like the Enforcers or the Mantle Army for taking advantage of people like they do... So live freely, and to the fullest, if you really want to figure out a way to repay us.”

Podder nodded, and extended a hand to shake Rex’s before they went their separate ways for the time being. But they would definitely meet again: as friends and fellow fighters. Until that time, only more challenges awaited. From the tyrannical Mantle Army, to the esteemed Enforcers, and other yet unseen dangers.

Don’t give in, Rex! Fight on as the emissary of everyone under their heel. Preserve our dreams in the face of an uncaring universe!!

UNTIL NEXT TIME

#Dynaura #Web Fiction

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Austere Academy:Chapter Three

Jack gulped as he processed what Green had said.

“What”

Jack’s pulse was racing, this couldn’t be happening.

“It’s just to help you adjust, Jack”

Jack threw himself forward, making eye contact with Green, no way was he going to let this happen.

“But I haven’t done anything, you can’t spank me for nothing”

Green had been afraid of this, most lads had the same reaction when approached with their first spanking.

“Every lad here has had one & survived, you will too”

Jack stood up, his trousers tightening, making him very aware that he was not wearing underwear.

“No fucking way“

Green rose from his chair, Jack seemed like a nice lad at heart, but he would not tolerate this kind of disrespect.

“It’s your first day, so I’m going to cut you some slack, but we’re gonna have a problem if you are not over my knee by the time I count to three, one”

Jack was speechless who the fuck did this prick think he was.

“Two”

Keep counting dickhead, it’s not fucking happening, Jack was getting ready to make a run for it.

“Three”

Jack made a move for the door, quick as a flash, Green grabbed Jack by the ear, sat on the desk & threw Jack over his knee, grabbing his arm & pulling it up to his back, pinning Jack in place.

“Get the fuck off me”

A hearty slap landed on Jack’s arse.

“Ow, what the fuck”

Jack struggled, but it was useless, he wasn’t going anywhere until Green said so, another slap landed.

“Ow”

Green rested his hand on Jack’s arse.

“Language, if you swear again, I will wash your mouth out, understood”

That answered Jack’s question about the mouth soaping thing, Jack couldn’t say anything, the two slaps Green had delivered were already burning their way across his arse, Jack sullenly nodded his head.

“Good, now if you listen to instructions & don’t give me any more trouble, this whole thing will go a lot easier”

Without warning, Green brought his hand down across Jack’s arse.

“Ow”

The initial impact made Jack jump, building the already burgeoning sting in his arse, causing him to squirm, another slap landed, Jack couldn’t believe how much sting Green put into his spanks, no wonder AJ was crying, ten more stingers landed as Green slapped away, Jack struggled over Green’s knee as his arse began to burn.

“Stop, ah”

Jack couldn’t believe the words had left his lips, but he felt like his arse was on fire, how could it sting so much, Green landed another ten on Jack’s sit spots alternating cheeks as he went.

“Ah”

Jack bucked, trying to shift his arse out of the way of the stinging onslaught, but Green knew what he was doing, he held Jack tight as he laid on another flurry of fierce slaps.

“Ow-ah”

Jack hated to admit it, but the spanking was working, the whole of his arse from top to bottom was stinging, he was trying not to tear up, he was twenty-seven, twenty-seven-year-olds didn’t cry because they got their bum smacked, Green picked up the pace, focusing on the centre of Jack’s arse.

“Ah, ah, aha”

Jack couldn’t believe it, he was ready to cry, this was nearly as bad as his last spanking from his dad, at least Green didn’t have a hairbrush, Jack couldn’t take much more, the fist tear began to form in his eye, then all of a sudden the spanking stopped.

“Stand up & put your hands on your head”

Jack stood up, but his hands went straight to his arse, trying to rub away the sting, Green could wait a minute he needed to rub some of this sting away.

“I said on your head”

Green scolded, but Jack’s hands stayed where they were massaging his throbbing arse.

“Jack, last chance, hands on your head”

Jack still didn’t move, before he knew it, his trousers were at his ankles & he was back over Green’s knee.

“If you’d have just listened to me & put your hands on your head, we could have been done”

And with that, Green resumed spanking Jack, Jack started kicking his legs immediately, it stung so much more bare, ten harsh slaps were placed at the base of Jack’s bottom, where the cheek meets thigh.

“Ah-ha”

Tears formed again as Green continued spanking.

“Please”

Jack had broken, the tears flowed, his bottom stung so much.

“Please sir”

Green stood Jack up & bent him over the desk, Jack was panicking, what was Green gonna do, Green walked around his desk, & pulled out a square, flat-backed hairbrush, Jack couldn’t believe it, not another hairbrush, Green took his place behind Jack & whipped it down without warning.

“Gaaahhh”

Jack jumped up, grabbing his bottom, it felt as if he had sat on an oven top, Green bent Jack back over & warned him not to move.

“Please, sir, Please no more”

Green smacked Jack with the hairbrush three more times before putting it away, Jack had learned his lesson, next time he’d put his hands on his head, anything to avoid that hairbrush, Green sat down, & pulled Jack back over his knee, & rubbed his bottom.

“Another few minutes to really drive the message home, I think”

Jack cried hard, he was so sore already, Green raised his hand, as he brought it down there was a knock at the door, Green stood Jack up & told him to face the wall, as he went to see who it was, Green entered a minute later looking furious.

“Well, Jack, it seems you’ve had a lucky escape, something requires my urgent attention, pull up your trousers & go to your room”

Jack quickly pulled his trousers over his tender bottom, as he turned around, he was greeted by Callum’s smug grin.

“Aww, did newbie get his bare botty smacked”

Jack couldn’t meet Callum’s gaze, he just looked Callum up & down his round arse in those shorts, his hairy thighs, those stupid grey socks.

“Callum, shut your mouth”

Green shouted, Jack could tell something serious was going on, but he just wanted to get to his room & rub his sore bottom.

“Are you, are you gonna spank me again, tonight, before bed”

Jack asked Green sheepishly, but Green was too mad to make a clear decision, Callum had outdone himself this time.

“I haven’t made my mind up yet, now go on”

Callum laughed, as Jack left feeling sorry for himself.

“What the hell do you think you’re playing at, Callum”

Callum shrugged his shoulders.

“Since when did going to the pub at lunch become acceptable”

Callum smirked & leaned forward, the game had begun.

“I’m thirty-two, you don’t tell me where I can go”

Green knew the games Callum liked to play but leaving the grounds was a serious infringement.

“This is serious Callum, I can’t let you off lightly, you need to be properly punished”

It always started this way, Green would bollock him, then spank him, a slow burn before the big crescendo.

“Can you just spank me already”

Callum didn’t realise the implications of his actions.

“You, young man, are about to learn a very long, hard lesson”

#gayfiction #gayspanking #Austere Academy #Jack Moore #Gaz Green #Callum Kelly

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