Part 1 – The Crimson Crusader

Crimson Crusader soared high above the city streets, relishing the feeling of the wind in his face. He always enjoyed these moments, when his patrol of the city was done for the day, evening was drawing in, and he was on his way home for a well earned rest.

The badger superhero twisted in the air, angling his red spandex-clad body back down towards the city, heading for home.

It had been a good day, all in all, a bank robbery stopped, a few muggers caught, and an all too easy battle with a couple of minor super-villains. They’d been subdued in a matter of minutes with no casualties and minimal property damage. It wasn’t really surprising, considering how far outclassed they were by him, with his super strength, speed and ability to fly. All they’d had were a few high-tech gadgets, likely stolen from some research lab somewhere. Well, now the pair of them were behind bars and their gear handed over to the police.

It was laughable really, he thought as he swooped low over the rooftops of the city, cape billowing out dramatically behind him. After all, he was the mighty Crimson Crusader. It would take a lot more that a couple of small time punks like that to even pose a serious threat to…

‘Help! Oh, won’t some powerful superhero come to my rescue?’

The hero pulled to a stop in mid-air at the sound of the voice, a reflex action developed over years of going to the rescue of those in need. But he frowned at the mocking sarcastic tone of this particular cry for help.

He hovered there momentarily, considering his options. Briefly, he thought about ignoring it, and carrying on home to bed. But he was the Crimson Crusader, he couldn’t just turn his back on a call for assistance, no matter how strange the tone. He had to at least check it out.

And so off he shot, a red blur across the sky, his senses homing in on the source of the voice. Seconds later, he landed on the wide empty rooftop of a large apartment building. A single figure stood there.

Crusader looked him over. He was a squat looking rhino, dressed simply in jeans and leather biker boots. He also wore a black leather jacket over a bare chest. Across his chest, there was a large tattoo of a stylised ‘T’. He was looking at the hero and grinning intently, a devilish glint in his eye.

The badger tensed. All his finely honed superhero instincts said this was a super-villain of some kind. One he didn’t know, and therefore he didn’t know what this guy might be capable of. He should be ready for anything…

“Well, well, well,” the rhino chuckled, “the great and virtuous Crimson Crusader. I would have settled for any of you superheroes. But one as powerful as you? It’s my lucky day!”

“And who might you be, eh?” Crusader said. “Someone looking to lure a hero into a trap… new villain, I assume?”

“New-ish.” The rhino shrugged, still grinning. His confident swagger was making the badger hero slightly nervous. “Been lying low, getting to grips with what I can do, making plans. Let’s call me ‘The Transformer’. Melodramatic names are traditional for us heroes and villains, so I suppose I should have one.”

Crusader relaxed a little. The rhino had slipped up by giving himself such a descriptive name. He must be some kind of shape-shifter. Such villains could be tricky at times, but he was confident it was something he could handle. It was just a matter of seeing exactly what this rhino was able to transform himself into, figure out the limits of his abilities…

“So, you’re the experienced one here.” Said the rhino. “What happens next? We start beating the crap out of each other or something?”

The badger stepped closer to him. “You actually haven’t done anything wrong yet…”

“Hmm. Knew I was forgetting something.” The Transformer mused. “Well, I’m probably rather suspicious looking; you could take me in for questioning or something. That might be fun.”

The hero continued inching close to the rhino, muscles tensed, ready to fight the moment the rhino tried anything.

“Come now, Crusader,” the rhino teased, “no need to look all serious. Surely a big strong sexy stud like you has nothing to fear from little old me.” He raised his hands. “See, I’m unarmed. No threat.”

The badger stepped up to the rhino, fists clenched, glaring down at him suspiciously. He was a good six inches taller than the rhino. “Looks can be deceiving. I’m waiting to see what you can transform into and how threatening that might be…”

“Oh, I get it now!” The Transformer laughed out loud, as if only just understanding a joke, making the badger before him nervous. “That’s so cute! You completely misunderstood my name!”

One of the rhino’s hands moved suddenly, momentarily gripping the side of the badger’s face, just below where his mask covered the upper half of his head. 

Crusader’s combat instincts kicked in, shoving the rhino away and leaping back, fists raised, ready to do battle, adrenaline suddenly surging through his veins.

The badger’s shove had knocked the rhino back several feet and caused him to tumble backwards. He was immediately picking himself up and laughing manically at the hero.

“I don’t transform into anything! I cause others to transform!”

The hero badger then realised there was a strange tingling warmth on the side of his face where the rhino had touched him. A sensation of fear and panic washed over him.

The tingling warmth was spreading quickly, rapidly flowing through every vein, every muscle, every bone in his body. His strength failed him and he collapsed to his hands and knees. The sensation was very nearly infusing every part of him, and it felt so strange, and yet so… pleasant? Arousing?

He resisted that thought, shaking his head, trying to clear it, struggling to fight whatever this fiend had done to him…

The rhino was now strolling over to him, dusting himself off. “One touch of the skin is all it takes.” He explained. “And I can have anyone transform into anything I want. Don’t worry, I’m allowing you to keep your superpowers, but your mind and body will be rewritten.” He crouched down beside the crimson-clad badger. “And just so you know, everyone I’ve done this on says the transformation feels fucking fantastic!”

Crusader tried his best to block out the rhino’s words, to stay focused on resisting the power that was about to change him, reshape him according to the villain’s whim.

But it was hopeless; every attempt at resistance was met with a burst of intense sexual pleasure. A brief spark of shame flicked through his mind as his cock surged to life, thickening and hardening in seconds, straining painfully at the crotch of his costume. He collapsed fully to the ground, rolling over onto his back.

And the transformation kicked into gear, the accompanying surge of sexual ecstasy obliterating any remaining resistance in the superhero badger and causing him to orgasm, more intensely than he ever had in his entire life. Back arching and with a roar of delight, his cock twitched and throbbed, cumming hard within the confines of his crimson spandex costume, spreading a dark patch across the crotch. The warm squelching feeling at his groin only served to increase the badger’s arousal still further; he was utterly lost in the throes of sexual pleasure.

Meanwhile, the Transformer had stepped back to watch his power go to work on the hunky hero.

As he watched, the badger’s spry athletic frame began to expand and grow, musculature surging and rippling under the red spandex he wore, the fabric stretching to breaking point. The rhino knew it was likely not ordinary spandex, but that special reinforced hard-wearing spandex some scientist had come up with a few years back specifically for superheroes to use for their costumes.

But still, the spandex was no match for a body that was rapidly becoming too big for it. The pleasure-addled Crusader squirmed and struggled within, unthinkingly pawing at it, yearning for release from it. But all he’d been able to get off was the uncomfortably tight mask, tearing it away from his head and tossing it away.

The Transformer grinned as the costume began to give way, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air as it split along the seams at the arms and legs, allowing the growing limbs within to become visible. He could see the badger’s arms and legs were now thick and heavily muscled, perfectly defined masses rippling beautifully beneath his skin and grey fur.

The boots and gloves went next, splitting open to reveal heavy, powerful hands and paws. Black claws pushed their way out of the transforming badger’s fingers and toes.

Crusader immediately put his new claws to use, ripping at what was left of his costume, wanting his new body free from the spandex prison, the fabric shredding easily under this onslaught.

With a sigh of delight from the badger, the costume at his groin came away under the claws of one hand, allowing his rock hard cock to spring free. If he had been in a fit state to think about it, the badger would have noticed his cock was rather thicker and longer, his balls now two much larger solid orbs beneath it.

As it was, the feeling of his male meat getting free at last simply sparked another orgasm in the heroic badger. He roared yet again as ropes of hot sticky cum exploded from his cock. He grabbed it and pumped it, unthinkingly intent on milking every last ounce of pleasure from it.

The cum splattered across his stomach and chest as his free hand tore away the last remnants of his now shredded spandex bodysuit, exposing his muscular torso to the evening air. The rhino nearby looked over the badger’s newly forming physique, admiring his handiwork. The big bulging pecs, the gorgeously defined abs, the thick muscular neck, the veins popping out as the badger’s muscles flexed and writhed in the heat of sexual ecstasy.

The muscle growth was stopping now, leaving a perfectly formed muscle- bound physique that looked like the result of an intense, years long bodybuilding regime. But the transformation was not complete just yet.

The badger’s fur began to change. Where once it had been grey, now patches of deep crimson appeared, quickly spreading across his new body, covering his rippling muscles in a carpet of colourful red fur. His dark grey facial markings shifted colour as well, becoming a very dark red, complimenting the new crimson of his body. The white of his face and chest remained, put in the centre of his white-furred pecs, some crimson fur emerged, forming what looked like a symbol of two adjacent letter C’s.

Finally it was done, the warm tingling dissipating and leaving the badger in his new form. He lay still for a few moments, panting and gasping for breath, the last vestiges of the transformation-induced sexual pleasure leaving him, allowing him to think again.

But Crusader’s thoughts were confused and uncertain. What had become of him? What was he now?

He hauled himself unsteadily to his feet, the last of his cum-splattered and shredded costume slipping to the ground. Not a single thought of shame or embarrassment crossed his mind at standing there totally naked. Such a thing no longer occurred to him.

His body felt so big now, so strange, and yet so… good. No, better than good. Fucking great! He ran his hands up and down his body, massaging and rubbing his thick flexing muscles under the new crimson fur.

Yeah! He was an awesome muscled sexy stud of a badger now! Any guy would be lucky to be fucked by or get a chance to worship a body like this! And he would love it as well! A brief moment of confusion came and went. He hadn’t been gay before, had never fantasized about being with guys before. But then, he hadn’t been this sexy before, this awesome! Hell, if there’d been another guy exactly like him right there now, he’d have worshipped him, offered up his ass for him in a heartbeat.

That thought got him horny again and he gripped his cock and firmly pumped it into a full erection, closing his eyes, thoughts and fantasies of other naked muscular males filling his imagination, images of fucking and sucking and muscle worship filling his head to bursting. He gave in so willingly to the sexual heat, allowing himself to get lost in his new sexual desires. He was pumping away on his big hard cock with one hand while using the other to massage his own chest and abs.

He growled deeply in ecstasy as the orgasm hit him, body shuddering as he spurted his hot sticky seed onto the rooftop for a third time that night. Great amounts of it seem to gush forth, dragging out the pleasure wonderfully.

As the orgasm faded, the crimson badger stood there looking at the mess he’d made, the great puddles of cum, while absentmindedly licking some of it ended up on his claws. The vague thought crossed his mind that he shouldn’t be able to produce that much cum, but it was soon gone. This was a whole new sexy fucking fantastic body! The old rules didn’t apply anymore! He was…

Someone cleared their throat noisily behind him.

He had forgotten about the Transformer! The amazing rhino who had granted him this incredible new wonderful body. He turned to face him.

“Enjoying yourself there?” The rhino smiled, having watched and enjoyed the whole show. “I guess that proves the enhanced sexual stamina, libido and cum production I added to you transformation are all in place. 

The crimson badger stopped, looking at the villain, the sight of him causing thoughts and feelings to click into place deep within him. He walked over to the rhino and fell to his knees, looking up at him adoringly. “Yes… Master.”

Master. That was the only word the badger could think of for the rhino. The fact that the rhino was his Master, that it was his place in the world to serve, obey and love him, seemed to be etched into every fibre of his being.

It just felt so right. The rhino had given him a breathtaking new body, an incredible new outlook and place in the world. It just seemed so right that he spend his days in service to the rhino in return.

“And the mental changes are all in there as well,” said the Transformer. “Excellent!” He playfully ruffled the muscle badger’s head fur, eliciting murrs of delight from the transformed hero.

“Of course, now that you’re in my service,” Said the rhino, “you’re no longer a superhero. You will no longer be the Crimson Crusader. Now, you are my loyal Crimson Critter.”

The badger accepted his new name without question. He simply saw it as another perfect gift from his Master. He loved it.

“Now let’s get going, my Critter.” Said the rhino, triumphantly. “We’ve got lots to do. You’re the first hero I’ve transformed and enslaved, but you will not be the last. Not by a longshot!”

Moments later, at the rhino’s command, Crimson Critter had gathered up his master in his arms and had taken to the skies, flying across the city to the Transformers home and his new, transformed life…

To Be Continued…