Nothing Pursonal

Halloween’s done but the terror continues!

Even the most mundane objects like wallets and lipsticks can spell doom for our spandex-clad heroes. Lord Zedd knew how to mess with the Rangers’ lovely date day, but I think we can make it even worse!

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“I know that today was going too well,” commented the disappointed Kimberly as a number of Z-Putties ambushed her and Tommy at the park. She put down her transparent case and the two put out a fighting pose.

“May we have this dance?” offered Tommy to ease their tension.

The two partnered with each other in perfect synch. They kicked the putties from both sides. Tommy then held up Kim to give another putty a double kick. When the situation got too hot, the White Ranger swung his teammate away. The battle became split as the horde of minions followed each hero.

Kim backflipped her away to the meadow. When the putties surrounded her, the Pink Ranger jumped and gave them a split kick hard enough to send the golems tumbling backward. The ones facing Tommy were not lucky either as the Green Ranger spun his kick and put his boot on every putty face that dared to go against him. He leaped and punted, leaped and punted, and leaped and punted relentlessly against all minions until there was none of them left.

Unbeknownst to them, Lord Zedd was observing all the way from the Moon. “I always believe in quality instead of quantity, but I’ll have both for this time. Pursehead!” he declared as the glorious end of his Z-Staff glowed crimson with evil energy. The bolt beamed down and struck Kim’s purse inside the case.

Gooey mutation broke open the box and grew into a familiar figure. It was a monster with the strange theme of a wallet. His armored body was bright red that matched with the Chinese symbol on the chest. The opening-shaped head merged with the shoulders. His singular eye observed as the two Rangers were confused about the disappearance of the original purse.

“Tommy, my purse… it’s gone…,” sobbed Kimberly as she discovered the broken glass case.

“Don’t worry, Kim. We’ll get it back,” assured her boyfriend.

“No need to search, Rangers. The purse has found you!” said Pursehead as he flaunted his enormous pugil stick.

“It’s morphin’ time!” the two youngsters shouted. Morphing Grid energy transformed Tommy and Kim into the impressive White and Pink Rangers. They didn’t waste time brandishing their individual weapons.

“You think we need reinforcement?” asked the worried Pink.

The White Ranger tightened his robust muscles. “Nah, we got this. We’ll be back before lunch. You’re gonna treat me, right?”

Kimberly chuckled. “Only if we can get the purse back.”

The monster didn’t look intimidated. “Ooh, you two look so fierce. Why don’t you come here and see for yourselves?”

The two Rangers’ helmet visors glimmered with the reflection of the Pursehead’s strange mirror. Tommy and Kim immediately got confused. They hesitated about their own strategy to take him down. “Huh, what just…”

“What’s that?” the equally dazed White Ranger chose to see the mirror closer. For him, the mirror hovered midair. In reality, he led them into a dangerous trap. The reflective surface then zapped them into petrification.

“ARGH! I can’t move!” screamed Kimberly as her body froze. Even her lips were barely able to let out the complaint.

“The hold is too strong!” As hard as Tommy tried to move, it was futile. The unnatural glow that enveloped his White Ranger suit turned him and his girlfriend into a pair of living statues.

But it was just the beginning of their terrible fate. Pursehead approached the paralyzed Rangers and groped them intently. He was particularly attracted by the White Ranger, but wouldn’t mind having the Pink Ranger too. “You two are too precious to be left free. Instead of playing heroes like naive children all the time, why don’t you just beautify me instead?”

The monster’s wallet-shaped face opened to show rows of sharp teeth. From inside, two gigantic gold coins peaked out before melting into twin fat tongues. The muscular organs shot out and twisted around the hardened Rangers. Its excess saliva slapped against Tommy’s and Kim’s helmets, obstructing their views of the world.

“No! We must contact our friends before-” Kim was too late. In almost a flash, the two captured Power Rangers were flung high by the tongues before getting slammed hard on the grassy ground. Another impact was enough to break the heroes’ grips on their weapons. Once disarmed, the White and Pink Rangers were pulled into Pursehead’s waiting maw.

“Hahaha, let’s celebrate this moment, Rangers! I’ll savor devouring the two of you until nothing’s left!”

Tommy shouted in fear and desperation. It was the worst sensation as his body was slowly being slurped by the elastic interior of Pursehead’s throat. It was like getting drowned in a strange quicksand, made of solid rubber. The tunnel tightened and suffocated the two Rangers as they were pulled deeper and deeper.

“Kim, don’t give up! Whatever trick he got for us, don’t forget that we are Rangers. Rangers don’t-

Tommy’s helmet disappeared under the pressing mass of gooey rubber. “Tommy!” screamed the Pink Ranger as she also suffered the same predicament. She lamented the loss of her Power Bow. Kimberly tried to reach her communicator, but the goop deadened even the most persistent attempt of resistance. The female Ranger continued her struggle to keep her helmet away from the devouring rubber membrane until it was no longer feasible. “HELP!” the Pink Ranger screamed on top of her lungs out of despair with the hope of someone, anyone, would hear her plea.

Then, the helmet faces of the two Rangers bulged out of Pursehead’s membrane. They writhed and thrashed about in helpless pursuit of freedom. It was their last chance to escape, and it was an impossible one. Slowly, the defeated heroes sunk back into the endless suffocating mass of the monster’s rubber throat. “Hahaha, so much for being mighty, Rangers!”

Even their protests faded into nothingness as Pursehead’s laughter took over.

Billy, Zack, and Jason were training at the gym. The Blue Ranger was training his arms using the weight machine while the Black and Red Rangers are challenging each other in a friendly spar. Sweat poured from their faces as adrenaline pumped their hearts in that steamy room.

Billy lifted the weight almost automatically as his attention was drawn by his teammates’ athletic forms. Their biceps went against each other in the duel of arms as Zack and Jason exchanged martial art attack and defense techniques. The Blue Ranger subconsciously licked his own lips.

But the hotness was interrupted by the Ranger communicator’s familiar chime. The three youngsters moved away to a secluded corner of the gym and answered. “We read you, Zordon,” said Jason.

“Rangers, all of you must teleport to the Command Center at once. Tommy and Kim are in trouble.”

It was the notice that they never wanted to hear. “On it, Zordon! Let’s go, guys. We gotta get Trini.”

Four teleportation energies came down at the heart of the Ranger Command Center. They turned into Jason, Zack, Billy, and Trini. They immediately checked the viewing globe that displayed their teammates’ last moments of freedom before getting devoured by Pursehead.

Jason saw one important detail. “Zordon, why didn’t Tommy and Kim dodge the attack?”

“Pursehead had paralyzed their minds with his Compact Ray before swallowing them whole.”

“Paralyze? Man, that’s brutal!” commented Zack.

“That’s not all,” Zordon told the Rangers to look at the Viewing Globe again. “Lord Zedd has transformed another content of Kim’s purse into a monster.”

Another monster had attacked the city. A female demon with a lipstick theme easily destroyed a park statue. She giggled mischievously at the mayhem she created. “Lipsyncher can use her soundwave to bring chaos and destruction.”

“Her lips are mine!” declared Jason as he tensed his muscles.

“Billy and Trini must work together with Alpha-5 to devise a counterattack against Pursehead’s Compact Ray.”

“That leaves Zack to help Tommy and Kim,” the Red Ranger concluded. He wouldn’t let his bromance end today. “I need you, Bro. I’ll come for you once done. I promised.”

Zack hesitated at first, but their secret manly handshake removed all fears. “You better be.”

“Go, Rangers. And let the Power protects you all!”

“It’s morphin’ time!” shouted Jason and Zack as they transformed into red and silver teleportation energy.

The Black Ranger arrived at the park. Zack held out his Power Ax so that Pursehead wouldn’t be able to ambush him. There was no sign of the monster, but there were many places to hide even for the biggest monster of the week. “Show yourself!”

The Black Ranger was struck from behind by Pursehead’s pole weapon. The hero tumbled down until a tree stopped him. Zack forced himself back up. “Come on, Pursehead!”

“Lovely, my reflexes saw this coming!” replied as the monster’s round mirror shot out the beam again.

“ARGH!” The Black Ranger was stunned on the spot. Waves after waves of confusion overwhelmed his mind. “I can’t… I…”

“Not even your shiny weapon will save you from me!” Another coin peeked out of Pursehead’s mouth. It transformed itself into an elongated golden tongue that wrapped around Zack’s muscled form. One extra pressure made the hero drop his Power Ax out of pain. “In you go to enrich me!”

“No, NO!” screamed the helpless Black Ranger as he was pulled head-first into the Pursehead’s waiting maw. Small sparks burst out as the ravenous teeth caused damage to his suit. Zack was instantly muffled as more and more of his body got slurped by the monster’s tight rubbery interior. The last ones were his kicking boots that tried in hopelessness to prevent the vore. In the end, there was a final pop! as the Black Ranger were nowhere to be seen.

The journey into Pursehead was a humiliating one. Now Zack knew what his lunch felt after he swallowed it. He barely could breathe as the monster’s peristaltic movement pulled in deeper and deeper into the throat. The walls were snugging him tight and left almost no room for fighting. He couldn’t move his arms or even loosen his shoulder muscles. He was being compacted inside the squeaky tunnel.

Just like that, the Black Ranger was released from the suffocating shaft into a large chamber. Zack tumbled down the slope until reached the flat center. He let out a faint bellow and complained while trying to stand back up.

His breaths were sharp and short to make up the deficit during the nasty trip before. It wasn’t enough. The Black Ranger felt persistent fatigue that prevented him from focusing. He was confused and disoriented. He was barely able to remember his mission.

But Zack remembered one important detail, “Jason…,” muttered the hero while gulping.

He remembered his promise to the Red Ranger. The Black Ranger put out a hold fist salute for himself. “Don’t you worry, Bro. I’ll bring everyone back!”

With new determination, Zack ignored the exhaustion and went to explore the rubbery chamber he was trapped in. The walls were the undulating fabric of shiny latex-like material. The Black Ranger tried to punch and push through it to no avail. His attempts at scratching it was also futile. “There’s gotta be a way outta here.”

“There is, Ranger. That is by becoming a part of my collection like your friends,” replied the echoing sound of Pursehead that came from every corner.

The chamber trembled so hard that Zack almost lost his footing. He stood his ground and was rewarded by a heinous spectacle. Out of the wall, two humanoid shapes bulged out. While their general shapes were kept in place, their arms moved all around as if appallingly trying to break through the tight latex membrane that imprisoned them.

“Tommy! Kim!” called the Black Ranger, but he only received responses. He was pretty sure that the two captured Rangers were begging him to release them from the strangling hold. The White and Pink Rangers’ helmet and suit details were traced by the fine-looking material that wouldn’t let them go. “Hang on!”

“But before Zack could approach them, he was restrained from behind. The struggling Ranger thought that he got caught in one of Pursehead’s other tricks, but it was worse than that. The Mastodon hero was shocked to see another form of the encased Pink Ranger next to him.

Another figure approached the Black Ranger and choked him. It was the clone of the White Ranger. “Look at you still fighting for justice and all things good, Zack,” said the latex figure mockingly.

“You still think that there’s a way outta here? So cute,” added the latex feminine form with a flirtatious fashion.

“You’re not Tommy and Kim! The real ones are there and I’m gonna free everyone! HURGH!”

The Black Ranger’s conviction was cut short by the painful grip on his neck. The latex White Ranger could even lift Zack slightly with his power. “Are you a moron or what? We’re the real Tommy and Kim, not those sorry-ass clones!”

“Perhaps Pursehead just broke his mind, Tommy-baby. Just a nick of time here and the master already fried Zack’s brain!” said the latex Pink Ranger with a devilish giggle. Her hands then explored Zack’s body, starting with the biceps, chest pecs, and went down from there. “Of course, you ARE the real Zack, right?”

“The heck you’re talking about? I ain’t gonna fall for this trick. Let me go so I can destroy both of you!”

“You still don’t believe us, Zack?” asked the persistent latex Kim. “Then how could we know about your thing with Jason?”

Sweat trickled down the Black Ranger’s temple. “Huh?”

“It’s more than a bromance, right? There’s a genuine feeling of admiration there. You love the Red Ranger.”

Zack gasped but tried to hide his reaction. It was too late. The latex Rangers could smell his fear and unease. “No… No, it’s not… I have a crush on Jason… No!”

“It’s okay, Zack. Everyone loves Jason. You can feel his perfectness even when closing your eyes. Those muscles, those martial arts moves, that leadership attitude. You want it all.”

The Black Ranger didn’t realize that the two latex figures were dragging him closer and closer toward the wall behind him. His mind was being lured into a mental trap, amplified by the chamber’s hypnotizing light play. There, Zack’s powers couldn’t save him.

The Black Ranger panted and puffed as the latex Pink Ranger reached his sensitive region. The White Ranger helped the violation by pinching his erect niplets. Zack howled at the invading sensation and completing drained of his fighting spirit.

“I want to be better… I want to be worthy of Jason… I want to be valuable!” screamed the depleted Black Ranger as the corruption took over. His arms and legs began to be swallowed by the hungry chamber wall. Spread of latex tightness began to encroach on his perfect body. The shiny black color of his Ranger suit was drowned under the greyish rubber.

All the while Zack was being slowly assimilated into the wall, Pursehead’s ominous laughter could be heard along with those of the latex Pink and White Rangers. They celebrated his declaration of inferiority, his despair, and the elimination of his heroic self.

The Black Ranger was submerged in an inescapable sensation of helpless arousal. His entire costume had been devoured by the rubbery wall save for the Mastodon helmet. The pink latex figure pressed the vulnerable button on the head protector’s side. The visor glass was opened and Zack was now fully-exposed to the chamber’s pestilent influence.

His eyes went widest and glowed like two golden coins. His mouth went agape without any comprehensible cries. Then, the rubbery wall also invaded the Black Ranger’s helmet interior. His resistance was now nothing more than twitching reflexes than any meaningful attempt in escaping. Zack that was once a brave young soul was no more.

Like his other teammates in the chamber, he was now nothing more than another addition to the suffocating wall of Pursehead’s stomach.

Outside, the wallet-themed monster savored the victory. In his hand was the Mastodon coin to accompany the tiger and Pterodactyl ones. “More wealth, more happiness!”

“Are you gonna trade me something for those?” asked a feminine voice that made Pursehead turn around. It was Lipsyncher and she was not alone.

“The lovely lady is back! And who’s here?”

The familiar figure stammered out of Lipsyncher’s shadow. He was once the strongest warrior, but no more. The Red Ranger had been turned into a monster’s slave.

Lipsyncher approached Jason and caressed his helmet. “This little darling tried to take me down. I needed to show him that beauty always wins. He was a handful, but once my voice leaves a buzz in his brain, the pitiful Ranger couldn’t put up a meaningful fight. Now, he couldn’t get enough of my mark,” said the female demon as she traced Jason’s blooming bulge.

The enslaved Red Ranger removed his helmet. The lipstick mark on its mouthguard was similar to the one that smeared the former hero’s face. Both glowed bright red with evil essence that seeped into the Ranger’s soul. “I live to serve my queen…,” mumbled Jason like a robot. His eyes were almost white as his pupil rolled up.

The drooling Ranger threw his helmet away. He then did the unthinkable. Jason ripped his costume apart. At least the upper portion so that he could present the perfect body that was adorned with a myriad of Lipsyncher’s marks. Each of the gleaming wicked lip-shaped stamps drained more and more of the Mighty Morphin team leader’s Tyrannosaurus power until nothing was left.

“What a lovely treatment you have given him, Lipsyncher. What do you propose to trade him with?”

“With us,” replied the sexy monster as she left the miserable Ranger slave and approach the wallet-shaped counterpart. “I want us to be together and free of any strings.”

“Strings?”

“Our creator, Lord Zedd. I don’t want him to mess around with us anymore.”

Pursehead chuckled. “I like the way you’re implying things, Lipsyncher. It’s impossible to defeat Lord Zedd, but what if…”

“But what if what, Darling?” asked Lipsyncher as she pressed her crimson lips on Pursehead.

If we take down the Rangers, he will admit our power and leave us with our own domain. It’s gonna be tiny, but it’s a good start.”

Pursehead belched out human shapes from his wallet opening. These were the three assimilated Rangers. Tommy, Kimberly, Zack, none of them remembered who they were before the latex cocoon robbed them of their own humanity. They were now slaves to Pursehead just like the Red Ranger. “With only two Rangers left, our victory is a sure thing!”

But Lipsyncher stopped his hungry roar. “Victory is easy, but finishing the Rangers with style is something more memorable.”

The wallet monster frowned but was interested. “What do you propose, Lipsyncher?”

“A beauty package,” replied the lipstick monster as she licked her own lips. “Slave!”

Jason obediently came. The monster took out his Power Buckle and kissed it. The Red Ranger visibly writhed in agony as his remaining connection to the Morphing Grid was corrupted.

Understanding her plan, Pursehead laughed. His latex slaves approached him to surrender their Power Buckles. He also gave the items his own flavor of corruption.

At the Ranger Command Center, Trini and Billy were struggling to find a solution. Combatting Pursehead’s compact ray was a big undertaking. The facility’s hydro generator had reached a critical phase even though the energy required to undo the corruptive influence was still afar. “This is not gonna work,” complained the frustrated Trini as she checked the readings on the advanced alien computer.

“No worries, Trini. We’re going to accomplish this sequentially.” Billy glanced at the viewing globe. The monsters have captured four Rangers. “Let’s hope that it will be completed on time.”

“KYAAH!” screamed Trini. Her shrieking made the Blue Ranger look.

The Yellow Ranger had suddenly morphed. Her almost-golden Sabretooth Ranger suit traced her beautiful curves from the helmet-protected head to the boot-adorned legs. But there was something wrong.

Trini put her hands around her Power Buckle. She looked down as if anticipating something from it. Something did come out of the harness. A ghostly sheet of fabric began to spread around and melt with her costume. “It’s… It’s inside my suit! Billy, help!”

“Trini, hang on!”

“Rangers, what-” Even Zordon was shocked to see what happened to his warriors. First Trini, then Billy. Pursehead’s latex material burst out and assimilated their suit. Their spandex-like material tightened more and more until every detail of their athletic bodies was prominent. A wave of ecstasy also overwhelmed the Rangers as their mind broke down.

Disembodied laughter of the two monsters accompanied the final phase as a collection of Lipsyncher’s ethereal kiss erupted from the cracked Power Coins. They immediately attacked the helpless Rangers. Trini and Billy screamed in pain as each smooch burned themselves as tattoos.

Inside the helmets, the two heroes struggled against the creeping latex. They could no longer move their encased body, making all resistance futile. Like a flood, the cocoon spread up to their faces and tightened itself up, trapping their screams into muffled noises. Then, the Yellow and Blue Rangers jolted.

“Ayayay, the Rangers are enslaved!” screamed Alpha-5 just before his head was destroyed by a Power Dagger.

“We live for our king and queen,” said the two corrupted Rangers. From the shadow behind them, figures emerged. Some of them were the other subjugated Rangers, while others were the snickering Pursehead and Lipsyncher. “Your Ranger puppets are now ours, Zordon Darling. What’re you gonna do about it?” asserted the lipstick monster

Before the Rangers’ mentor could do anything, the two monsters attacked him with a big pole weapon and a giant lipstick cannon. Together with the corrupted Rangers’ own individual weapons aimed at him, Zordon stood no chance. The floating hyperdimensional bald head exploded with his glass tube.