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Paladin's Choice By Socks (C) 2016 Socks Furrotica

Commissioned story for Sanmer

Gino walked briskly on the sidewalk, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder out of habit. Nothing special, a nice spring day, on his way to campus for his Tuesday classes. Then a ringing bell caught his attention. He looked where it was coming from, it was a bank, and some citizens were running out the front door looking scared. Others were also running away from the bank, screaming and panicking. Gino knew his duty.

The grey unicorn looked around, and stepped into an alley way. He threw his backpack up to a fire escape to get it out of the way. "Let Justice reign!" He said with purpose, pushing his fists together. A bright light glowed, and enveloped him fully. He felt his civilian clothing vanish into the light, and be replaced with the clasp of metal armor over his wrists, biceps and chest. Then the clasp of the belt, the cod piece, skin tight latex leggings and boots. Then the armor piece around his head, causing his horn to gleam as the light faded from around him.

Now as Paladin, he ran across the street towards the bank. And he could see the situation through the window, someone pivoting away from the teller's desk holding what looked like a rifle, pointing it at her but moving towards the front door. Paladin made a move for the door, to physically block the suspect at the door.

The door flung open faster than expected, making Paladin stop in his tracks. He smashed his fists together again, his left forearm glowed as a shield appeared over it. He drew his right hand back, pulling a glowing white sword. "STOP!" he commanded, posing with the shield in front of him. "Drop it and surrender!"

The villain stopped, his path physically blocked by the large, imposing unicorn. It was a smaller looking individual wearing a way oversized disposable hazmat suit, a full gas mask over his head. The suspect paused, raising the crude gun and pointing it at Paladin.

"Have it your way." Paladin cocked his arm back to slash with the light sword when the suspect pulled the trigger. Paladin instinctively raised his shield, only to hear a loud "Splutter" sound as the tip of the gun seemed to instanlty expand. In moments a comically large black balloon hung on the muzzle, almost as large as Paladin! It seemed to hang off the tip of the gun, then it fell off and bounced on the sidewalk, and towards Paladin comically slow.

Paladin laughed once as it rolled at him. "You're kidding me." he said, raising his sword. He swiped at the balloon as almost an after thought. It burst, instantly covering Paladin in a black, tar-like substance that covered mostly his shield and sword arm, but also his face, his exposed belly and his boots. "What the?!?" he yelled out.

The villain said nothing. He coiled back, and with a single jump he flipped over Paladin, hand-springing off of the unicorn's shoulder and away from the inky black puddle. Paladin scraped the tar like substance off of his face, just in time to see the villain vault onto a dumpster across the street. Paladin attempted to move, but his boots were stuck to the sidewalk!

Paladin watched helplessly as the suspect leapt up to the fire escape from the dumpster, grabbed the end of the ladder, swung it down and scurried up it like it's tail was on fire. In moments, he was on a rooftop and out of sight. Paladin snorted in annoyance, trying to move his boots at all but they were relly stuck down. He could hear the sirens blaring in the distance. This wasn't going to be a fun day.

Before the police arrived, the tar seemed to dissipate from the sidewalk, draining rapidly into the sewer. The unicorn managed to pry his boots free just as the police had arrived. Paladin produced his hero credentials, then made his statement as the Police began to process the area looking for any kind of evidence. "I've never seen him before." Paladin said. "Next time I'll be ready for the tar."

"Do you need hazmat?" the detective asked, pointing to the goop still stuck to his stomach.

"No, most of it disintegrated. I can scrape it off." Paladin said, mostly annoyed at himself. "I've got some stuff I can use to clean off with."

"All right, we'll be in touch through the league." the detective said. "When he shows back up, we'll need you to ID him." Paladin just nodded, heading back to the alleyway to collect his book bag. Once he did, he walked through the alley. Once he was sure nobody was watching, he placed his fists together. "Justice has been served." he said, somewhat reserved. The light ball engulfed him, he felt his armor break away, and his normal clothing reform around his body.

Gino tugged at his t-shirt, noticing that it was stuck to his stomach. "Dammit." he said, lifting his shirt to see the sludge had stuck through the transformation. Worse is it seemed to drip under his belt line, and he could feel it on his crotch. He let out a long, nickering sigh. He was already late for class, he may as well go home to clean up instead.

As he walked home, his phone exploded with messages from other local heroes. "Are you ok?" "You gonna find that creep?" "OMG U LET HIM GO>?!?" Gino snorted as the messages came non-stop. He eventually turned his phone off, and just stewed on letting himself get caught off guard like that. Once back in his small apartment, he stripped out of his civilian clothing and assessed the damage.

Whatever this stuff was it had become soft. It felt like the latex leggings of his normal costume, but warmer, softer, and it had dripped mainly over his genitals. "Oh fucking great." Gino said to himself. He pulled at it, and it felt like it was sealed to his skin and made him wince in pain. "Ok, it's stuck. Fuck me."

Gino started trying to pick at the edges, and as he did it felt like it was getting warmer. He could barely get his fingers under the top seam, but then he noticed it expand across his hips rapidly. "H... hey... Stop that!" he said, as if it would listen to him. He felt it oozing into his sheath, covering his balls, pulling them up tight to his body.

Quickly the material spread to just cover his ass, and a few inches of his tail like a pair of skin tight briefs. "Gah!" tried to pull at this material, but it kept slipping away. Then his hand brushed past his crotch, and a wave of pleasure washed through him. "Oooohhhh..." He stopped struggling to get his feet back under him. The sensation of warmth radiated through these shorts as the material seemed to change consistency into more of wet latex than tar. Gino put his hand on them, and they felt very warm to the touch Then he felt his sheath tingle, as if it was being vibrated from the inside.

"OH fuck, not now, not now..." He watched as his shaft grew out of the sheath, and instead of bulging the briefs stretched out to form-fit to his erection like a glistening latex condom. He saw the flare of his equine shaft, and how wet and slick it seemed to be. He cautiously put his hand on the tip, and whinnied softly at the sensations. "Oh... fuck me... just fuck me..." he said softly. He could feel the briefs massaging his balls, cocking his tail up at a higher angle than normal, the material flowing over his ass, squeezing it gently then letting go, then squeezing again repeating the process. Then the scent hit his flared nostrils. Pure equine testosterone. His, amplified by some means, it went straight to his brain, hitting something primal within him. He had to finish this. Now.

Gino started stroking himself, he couldn't help it now. He needed the release. He needed it now. He one hand on his equine flared shaft, the other under his balls, the briefs, cocking his tail up and down, feeling the flow of pleasure from his stroking, stroking, stroking... But nothing, no release, just a feeling of need, lust, just so close.... Just as he felt like it was reaching orgasm, the briefs would stop massaging, or they'd make it so he couldn't feel anything on his shaft, or it would lower his tail, or something else to just keep him on that edge. And it wouldn't let him cum.

"AAARRRGGHHHHH!!!!!" Gino looked up in the bathroom mirror, and saw his grey form with black briefs, his equine cock standing fully out, glistening in black latex, his balls jutting unnaturally from their latex prison. The sight of his own cock, the scent of need filling him, he had to cum. NOW. Gino crossed into his bedroom, lay down on his bed, and fired up his tablet.

Gino went right to the folders he knew all too well. "Cosplayers" He lay down on his bed, and browsed photo after photo of males in superhero costumes playing with themselves under their spandex and latex, sucking each other off, fucking, and he stroked furiously. He thought about getting his horse dildos out, and just thinking it made his shaft swell a little. "Oh please, just do it! Just fucking cum!" And again, he lost sensation as his shaft stood rock hard.

Gino growled to himself, laying back in his bed, panting, his sheets coated in sweat. "God... fucking... dammit..." he said, panting between breaths. He checked the clock on his tablet, he'd been stroking off for five hours, and every time he was close, he was shut down. But his erection wasn't going anywhere, it was almost starting to get painful from his shaft down into his balls.

He lay back on his bed. "FAAAAHHK!" he said to the ceiling. His arms over his head, almost surrendering to this feeling of helplessness. "I gotta... find someone..." he said, trying to collect his thoughts. But who? Where? His first thought was to go to the league lab. He turned his phone on, and the messages razzing him for letting this one get away made him stop. He'd never live this down.

As he lay there, he felt a strange sensation of his shaft being pulled on. He looked down to see the briefs had seemed to absorb his shaft, leaving a large bulge pointing upwards to his belly. "Oh fucking great." he said. He touched the bulge, and it was as responsive as ever. He could feel his tip flaring, his balls aching for release, but now he could only rub the bulge, not get his hand around the shaft. But it felt so good to just rub that bulge, feel his tail flick as he got closer and closer. Then the sensations dulled. "NOO!!!" He slammed his head back on his pillow, shaking it back and forth.

Damn his pride, he had to find someone. NOW. Gino lay there, trying to ignore the tightness of the latex briefs holding his erection into his body. It wasn't working, something fast, where could he go? There might be someone at the university labs who might have something, Gino thoguht. They do some superhero studies, they might have seen this before. He thought about getting dressed, but going in his civilian clothing might give him away. He stood up from his bed, a little shakey. He placed his fists together. "Please work. Let Justice Reign!"

He felt the painful sensation of his shaft being forced back into his body as his leggings and codpiece formed on his body. The armor snapped into place. When the light faded, Paladin looked down on his crotch and was thankful the erection wasn't poking out of his codpiece. It hurt like hell, his cock wanted to pierce holes in the wall, but at least he was "decent."

Paladin arrived onto campus discretely, and saw one set of lights on in the science building. He tried the door, and it was open. He quietly walked up the stairs to where he had seen lights, and they were on in the "SuperTech Lab." He sighed some relief to himself, and knocked on the door.

He could hear someone moving around inside, and the door opened slightly. A small white furred mouse opened the door wearing a lab coat. "Yes, ca.. Paladin?" His ears perked up making his glasses raise a little "Oh wow! Why are you here?"

"Is one of the professors here?" Paladin asked, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. "I have something I'd like to talk with them about."

"It's just me here right now." the mouse said, opening the door and standing aside. "But I'm a senior working on my thesis, If you'd like to come in I might be able to help?"

Paladin sighed to himself. "Can you keep something top secret?" The mouse nodded eagerly. Paladin walked in. "And are you... squeamish?"

"how do you mean?" the Mouse asked. "I'm... I'm Chris, by the way."

Paladin looked around, and saw that Chris was alone. "Chris, yes, well... Did you hear about the incident downtown today?"

"Yeah!" Chris said, his eyes lighting up. "I can't believe that he got away!"

"Yeah." Paladin said, trying to dismiss it. "Well, he left me a... calling card." Chris nodded eagerly. "Whatever he sprayed me with... it seems to have covered my..." Chris kept nodding, eyes wide, hanging on every word. "My groin, and it's causing some problems."

"It did?" Chris asked. "Can I see?" Paladin nodded, tugging at his armored waistbelt to pull down his costume from the side of his hip. As the briefs hit the air, he felt the briefs try to massage his shaft back to full length, but his costume held it painfully in place. "OH wow... Yeah we should get into the lab to get a better look. Did it start like that?" Chris led Paladin into another section of the lab.

Paladin followed, very distracted and trying to walk normally. "No, it was just a splash. I tried to clean it up and..." Paladin heard the door behind him close, and hanging on it was a gas mask on one hook, and a yellow hazmat suit on the other. "Son of a..."

Chris slapped a box on his belt. Paladin felt something warm wrap around both of his fists, and as he looked black tentacle like objects were balling over his fists and onto his wrists. They pulled him to the center of the small lab room, his hands apart, leaving him standing arms outstretched. "HEY!" He pulled with all his might, and the ends wouldn't give.

The mouse stood up straighter, taking in a deep breath in relief. "Don't bother Gino." Chris said. "The polymer chains can hold buildings up, you don't have the strength."

"How do you know my name?" Paladin spit out.

"How many other absolutely ripped grey unicorns are there on campus?" Chris said. "A secret identity is only as good as your cover."

Paladin struggled against the bonds several times. "What do you want?" Chris only smiled, adjusting his glasses. He approached Paladin, who kicked at him once. "Get away from me." the unicorn sneered.

"It's gotta hurt by now." Chris said, unbuttoning his lab coat slowly. "Equines being teased for... damn eight hours or so? Blue balls has to be setting in pretty bad. And how you got your costume on over that hardon? I'm guessing it fused by now." Paladin shook in his bonds. "I made that formula just for you, the scent has got to be making you crazy right now. Cuz I know I can smell it, and it's makin' me hot too." Chris started removing his lab coat, tossing it to the floor. "I want to help you."

"Help me?" Paladin snorted. "You DID this and now you want to help me?"

"I know you won't, but... trust me." Chris said as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his snow-white furred chest. Paladin snorted. "I promise you, I'll let you go, I'll hand over the money, and I'll fix your situation, but I need you to not fight me." Chris Unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor exposing his own erection. At first the unicorn fixated on Chris's shaft, panting a few times in lust, but the mouse's athletic build almost caught Paladin off guard. Chris took a cautious step forward. Paladin watched, ready to kick, but Chris tenderly removed Paladin's belt, and skin-tight leggings to let them rest by Paladin's knees.

Paladin let out an audible groan as his equine shaft struggled against the briefs, jutting straight up. Chris stroked it with his hand, Paladin was about to complain but the pleasure of Chris's gentle stroking made him rock on the binds on his wrists. "I gambled you'd come here instead of your league. As closeted as you are you probably wouldn't admit to the other heroes you like this."

"W... I'm not gay!" Paladin protested.

Chris chuckled. "You're so far in the closet you're finding four kids and a lion." Chris said. "I've seen your reaction in the locker room when the other guys make gay comments. Like that football guy who said queers should be run over by a truck and your tail flicked?" Paladin raised an eyebrow. "I'm not surprised you've never seen me, perception isn't your strong suit."

"So what, you're going to out me if I don't do something? What do you want?" Paladin asked, trying to not growl his words.

"No." Chris said, trying to be tender. He reached to the pile of clothing he had left behind, removed the box off of the belt of his pants, and held it in his hand. "I'm gonna give us both what we want." Chris pushed a button on the box, and Paladin watched as the latex retreated from his shaft, out of his and around to the base of his sheath. It then tightened up like a cock ring.

"This stuff I'm working with..." Chris said, adjusting the dials on the box. "It's amazing stuff. I won't bore you with details, but it can do a lot of things. Like hold a super-strong unicorn in place while a mouse sucks him off." Chris took a knee, and placed Paladin's flaring shaft into his mouth. He started to lick all around the tip. Paladin pulled his arms in tight at the absolute pleasure. He was beyond need, every teasing lick, every sensation on his tip, every stroke of his balls and his tail... Paladin wanted to rip his arms free, grab the mouse by his ears and pump him full of cum, but he was being denied, every step being denied.

Chris backed off a little, hearing Paladin almost whimpering. "It also is the most effective cock ring ever made. Chastity too, but you found that out." Chris slowly stroked Paladin's shaft, his hand barely large enough to get around it. "You need it, don't you?" Paladin only nodded. "You need the touch that only a gay man can give you, don't you?" He licked the tip, causing Paladin to tense up again. "It's ok... I've been needing this too. Now, give it to me." Chris took the unicorn's shaft into his mouth, cupping his tongue under the flared tip with his muzzle, and pushed the button on the box to release Paladin from the cockring.

Paladin arched his back, letting out a loud groan of absolute pleasure. Paladin couldn't hold back, with a whinney of pleasure he felt his tail cock up, his balls tighten, and wave after wave of pleasure rip through him. He bucked his hips as Chris tried to swallow, but ended up with what felt like buckets of unicorn seed all over his chin and chest, literally dripping down his fur. Paladin bucked in his bonds, slowing down as he felt his shaft finally droop, still outside his sheath but at full flaccid length. His whole body dropped, being held up by the arm restraints.

Chris stood up, and rubbed Paladin's head by his horn and ears with his cum soaked hand. "Feel better?" Paladin nodded weakly. "I'll give you a few minutes, and I want to get some more out of you." Paladin looked up a little weak kneed. "I know my biology, you should have at least two more in you, probably more, and I want it all." Chris smiled to himself, and rubbed Paladin's seed into his chest fur. He then took his glasses off, chuckling at the smear mark on them. "I should know better." he said, placing them on a nearby counter top.

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Late into the evening, Chris knelt in front of the unicorn, stroking him off. The air reeked of mouse and unicorn cum, sweat and testosterone. It was the sixth sucking the mouse gave, and this time he managed to get half of the equine shaft in his mouth and throat. Chris used the box and adjusted the briefs to insert a vibrating equine dildo in Paladin's tail hole. The unicorn could barely think through the haze of pleasure as his whole body shook.

Chris quickly pulled himself off of Paladin's shaft, and stroked him with both hands. Paladin felt the orgasm from the back of his tail to his tip as he sprayed his seed all over the mouse's face and chest. Chris then quickly reached down to his own erection, and using Paladin's cum as lube stroked himself to a full orgasm, smelling the powerful, earthy scent of the unicorn all over his fur. Paladin rocked forward, still supported by his arms. Chris took a moment to recover, hugging Paladin around the waist. Chris stood up slowly, almost stumbling over himself. He kissed Paladin on the muzzle once. "Easy does it, I'll put you down. I think that's all I should get."

With a push to the box, Paladin felt the polymer restraints give as he was being slowly lowered to his knees. Slowly, his whole body was put on the ground. He panted, feeling weak at first. Chris turned the dial on the box, pressed a button, and the goop around Paladin's hands and wrists just disintegrated. Paladin looked at his wrists fumbling to move them. Then the odd sensation of his balls and flaccid shaft touching the ground. He looked down to see the briefs disintegrating to nothing.

He looked over at Chris, barely able to keep his head up from exhaustion. "I should arrest you, you know." he said weakly.

"I know." Chris said, contentedly. "I'd go to jail a happy queer mouse. But you won't arrest me."

"Why not?" Paladin asked, somewhat amused.

"Because if you did, you'd have to admit in court that a nerdy little mouse sucked your cock and you loved it." Chris said, stroking his sweat and cum soaked furry chest. "And that you love taking it up the ass. When I said the briefs could make a dildo you got hard without the cock ring!" Chris laid down with Paladin, tossing the small control box onto his clothing. "And that when you cum, your tail flickers up and down like a fuck me flag. Oh my fucking god it's sexy."

"So this is blackmail." Palidin said.

"No." Chris said, getting comfortable next to Paladin's large muscular frame, tracing the lines in the unicorn's pecs and stomach. "A gamble." Chris ran his paw down Paladin's costume shirt, onto his abs. "I got what I's been wanting for months, a belly full and a soaking of heroic cum. I'm gonna smell like unicorn for days now. I think you got what you wanted. I don't think you've ever gotten sucked off by a guy before, and I think you liked it." Chris smiled, hefting Paladin's flaccid shaft as his body slowly retracted it back into his sheath. "And if you haul me off to jail, I can't suck your cock anymore."

"So you robbed a bank, hoping I'd..."

"Knowing." Chris interjected. "You take the same route every Tuesday and you're in front of that bank at the same time, within two minutes."

Paladin gritted his teeth, feeling particularly stupid. "You could have just asked." Paladin said, testing his wrists, getting the feeling back into his hands.

"I tried to be subtle." Chris said. "In the locker room with the weights crowd, it's not the best time to say 'hello, can you put on your Paladin costume and fuck me up the tail? I'll even find and wear a hero costume!'" Paladin felt his muzzle get warm. "I told you, I pay attention in there."

"I've never seen you in the weight room though." Paladin said.

"Gymnastics." Chris said. "It's a rodent cardio thing." Chris kissed Paladin on the muzzle. He smiled a wry grin, and dramatically said "So, mighty hero, it's your call. Do you haul me off to prison while I smell like a barn in heat, or will you let me go my villainous ways, so we can hook up some future night after I get to a costume shop and you can fuck me silly?" The unicorn smiled.

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The next afternoon, Gino knocked on a dorm door. "One sec!" The door finally opened, and the white mouse's ears perked, making his glasses ride up again. "OH HEY! I didn't expect to see YOU today!"

"Yeah, well..." Gino rubbed the back of his neck. "Can I come in?"

"yeah, sure!" Chris stood back to let Gino in. "I mean I thought you had like PR hero stuff to do?"

"Yeah, well... The police are handling all that." Gino said. "I mean yeah, Paladin recovered ALL the money but the bad guy got away..." Gino said with a newsie flourish, looking around the room nervously. Just one dorm bed, pride flag on the wall, a few band posters taped to the wall. The room smelled like old horse testosterone, Gino fidgeted at recognizing the scent as his own from last night, and the sheets were absolutely drenched in the scent. "But... I opted out of the press conference. You know, hero duty and all that." Gino rubbed his hands on his jeans, took in a deep breath, and looked Chris in the eye. "Were you serious?"

"About?" Chris asked

"Wanting to be fucked up the ass while in some superhero tights?" Gino said softly.

"Well, yeah!" Chris said very as-a-matter-of-factly. "Well I mean I'm not really a size queen but YOU... you're a LOT bigger than I thought you'd be. I could barely get half of you in my muzzle let alone under my tail. I don't know if I can take you right now without a few months of toy play and lube, but damn I'd try." Chris raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Cuz... I was thinking last night when I got home..." Gino said, rubbing his hand on his thigh. "I mean nobody really saw the goop gun you used except the teller, right? And I kinda fumbled the bag and got my prints and my fur all over it and they bitched me out for fucking that up already..." Gino looked at the floor, trying to find the words he rehearsed all morning. "I mean you can parkour over me which is better than 'The Rad Dasher' can do, and if you can refine that pollystuff, like make a wrist launcher or something that sprays instead of the ball thing... I mean that stuff made me so fucking horny that I couldn't think straight so bad guys would be turning themselves in left and right to cure blue balls...." Chris pulled his desk chair to sit in front of Gino as he waived his hand around, searching. "I guess I'm asking if you'd like to try out for the league? I mean I'll vouch, and there's openings in the region."

Chris chuckled to himself. "I hadn't even thought of THAT... Probably good job security..." He put his hand on Gino's. "You think I'd be a good hero?"

"It's the only way I can think of to get you into the league tailors and have something custom made." Gino said with a grin. "Nanite powered self repairing seams and stain resistant fabrics. Do I need to say anything more?" Chris just grinned.