A Most Flexcellent Stream

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With all the technological advancement available to the citizens of New Rhodia and Morpheus' world in general, streaming is a not uncommon hobby, or for some, a full time job.

It's available to everyone!

Including supervillains.

And sometimes, they have the unmitigated charisma to make their antics work for it~

Even if it might sometimes be to the detriment of others.

Starring Sheppypup from Twitter as the hapless (repeat) victim, and the assistant in brain-storming the creation of Megalotter.


A Most Flexcellent Stream

© Tsumi Moogle '23

Characters Themselves.

'Whaaaat's up, my dudes, dudettes, and dudeby's! It's y'boy! bigger, badder and barely contained in fresh new threads, courtesy of Hashtag-hashtag's tags! Big shout-out, m'dude! Fresh, hot, and freakin' stylish!' Laughed the massive otter as his streaming drones switched to recording mode.

Panning back from his chiselled face, framed with an auburn chin-strap of thick hair to match the styled short-crop between his cookie-like ears, to reveal the otter's immense creamy-gold furred frame.

A thick neck and rounded shoulders, burly pectorals contained somehow beneath a sleek black armless hoodie, traced through with twin scribbles of teal and purple. Abdominals some had suggested he try streaming an attempt to grind meat on, leading to powerful tree-trunk thighs and broad calves covered mostly in a pair of silvery-grey baggy shorts, highlighted in teal. There was clearly never a day missed, be it leg, arms, back, or rudder, which thudded the ground keenly, splintering concrete with casual ease.

His massive arms looked more than capable of, and in a number of instances had, bent steel on a whim, a pair of shirt-matching fingerless glovess snug about his thick, padded hands.

Hands that lifted to tug his reflective, visor-like glasses down to wink a forest-green eye at the camera before slipping it back up, and giving a proud flex of his immense biceps, tilting to kiss one.

Below and behind him, the span of New Rhodia glittered in the night, glassy buildings gleaming in the distance.

'Fresh off the heels of our last pursuit,' The otter's fingers clenched and flexed just slightly, pulling up his own footage of his toying with police and RADS pursuit from the week prior, finishing just after his keen laugh coincided with his size 25 sneakers cratering a cop-car. 'We've got a community night! All m'dude's who've stuck around know what's what, but for all you curious newbies? You drop some Flexes, and vote for what we get up to next!

'Oh and BeastMaster5Eva, don't think I forgot your Smooch redeem, I'll be dropping in for you to collect sometime real soon, m'dude!

'Course, I might have gamed tonight's system a little, pre-polling open to those bank-rolling my Fatereon! So looks like first up is some casual baiting! '

As he spoke, the ott strolled with a casual ease to the edge of the building, and turned to face the cameras, letting himself fall back out into the air.

In a small screen in his visor, the ott could see the chat rolling, streaming with emoji's, particularly of shock from new souls who peeked curiously into the vigilante's stream as he plummeted, carefree.

'Not you though, gang!' The otter turned in the air, almost as if in water and landed on his curved tail, cracking the road beneath his massive mass. With the barest flex, he launched himself up and away with collossal might, arcing into the air.

The drones were in themselves small jets to keep up, but they did so with perfect precision, maintaining a level view of the streamer's face as the wind whipped his hood and short hair about. His infectious laugh rolled like thunder as he spun, landing in roll and springing to his feet atop a roof several blocks away. 'Plenty of small fish to hook, what're we all thinking?'

The drone hovered over his shoulder as he looked down over the still busy streets. Folks wandering between late jobs and odd tasks, unaware of their intended possible addition to the stream.

Requests rolled from the stream, as the otter's tracked eyes picked out the species that folks spied. The tiger was a hot contender, and the bat nearly made him grin, until his eyes fixed on the tall ears of a canine wandering with a bag of shopping tucked under an arm.

'The pup!' 'Puppy!' 'BuPpY!' 'Pupperino!' scrolled the chat.

'Damn, m'guys, you all have a taste, don't you?' The otter smirked. 'But I'm feeling it! Flexcellent choice! Alright, let's go welcome our guest to the show!'

Another twitch of his fingers guided one of the drones ahead of him, darting down into the crowd as the otter judged the distance, and smirked. The lightest hop sent him towards the street-level. Twisting again, arcing, flipping, and executing the perfect form in a Super-hero landing a small distance before the German sheppherd. Managing not to pancake anyone this time, even if Several other nearby forms were sent sprawling from the force.

The dog merely jumped in surprise, his shopping bag dropping with a thud and grassy-green eyes wide as he took in the hunched form.

A form that rose smoothly, standing at a massive 9-odd feet tall. The otter grinning his dashingly curated smile at the form, at least for a moment before a small spark of recollection fired in his mind.

'Oh-ho~ Chat's got a real funny sense of taste, huh? Not this pup's first rodeo, huh?' smirked the lutra as he clapped a broad hand on the dog's headfur, smothering ears and nearly buckling the canine's legs in the weight.

'Megalotter..!' the canine sputtered, trying to push at the hand, as his pulse quickened rapidly at the sight of the familiar, massive streamer.

'Even remembers my name! Remind me to get this kid a shirt, stream!' The otter smirked as he leaned in, as impossibly flexible as his kin tended to be, near nose-to-nose with the GSD. 'So, lucky you, pup! You're starring in the roll of Bait tonight. So give the stream a wave and be sure to thank them for picking you!'

A broad arm scooped the canine up, holding him cheek to cheek with the massive otter as one drone hovered before them, taking a picture. Uncertain on if he should oblige, the canine just grimaced awkwardly, eyes darting at the crowd surrounding them, staring, some backing away.

'Now let's see who answers the call!' grinned the otter, tucking the canine responsibly against his burly form before his tail flexed again, and he launched once more into the night, the pup's terrified yell lost in the whipping wind. 'Let's get a vote going, stream! Drop those flexes on who you think's going to show up!'

In his visor, he could see the votes tallying among the list of known heroes to patrol on the night, smirking as he flipped about, practicedly handling the canine to cushion his jostling as he landed in an easy backwards tumble, and flicking up to his feet.

'And I wonder how long it takes for a hero to come for you, pup! Personally, My money's on Morpheus, and I give him.. 10 minutes.' The otter grinned as the canine in his arms squirmed, looking up to him with mild concern, as the ott drew one of the drones up close to his face, grinning toothily. 'Cause any longer than that, and who knows what the chat might vote for me to do to him!'

The votes ended with a bright flash, the ott smirking as his rudder thumped keenly.

'Titanium, huh? Dudette's like a cousin! but I'm down to rumble if she tries! All of you voting for Prism must be keen on a short stream, huh? No way we're messing with that, m'dudes!' He laughed keenly.

'Dominion-minion, howdy bro! Welcome back! Always good to see you.' The otter made a show for the drones, smirking as he greeted other familiar names, thanking his new followers.

'Oop, and that's Shadowslinkz with the Show-boat redeem.' he grinned to the shepherd, as he lifted his arms, and took a chest-swelling breath. His fists clenched and the thick muscles swelled as the massive otter flexed, making a roiling display of his sculpted body, turning about to show off and sliding the dog free as he dropped an arm to make his triceps dance.

Seeing a chance, Shep stumbled, and got a couple of steps into a sprint before the massive length of the otter's tail curled about him like an anaconda, twirling him back to the ott's form as the ott relaxed his muscles and smirked.

'Gotta love the lively ones, though if we keep meeting like this, I might have to roll out a stamp-redeem card!' The burly otter laughed richly, before another redeem had him fish a bottle from one of his pockets to pop the top of. 'And a hydrate from- Did you really just out yourself, BradfromRADS? Hah! Anyway, you all better be hydrating with me!' The otter smirked as he sipped from his bottle, before turning to offer it to the canine with a raised eyebrow.

Begrudgingly the Shepherd took a sip, stirring in the thick steel-bonds of that tail.

'Alright, that's enough fun on his part, Meg', drop the pup.' Came a voice from a small way behind the otter making him grin steadily.

'Oh damn, chat! That's some mondo points for those few who voted for Morpheus! Flexellent choice, m'dudes!' The massive otter chuckled as he straightened up, looking over his shoulder and turning to the hero floating over the roof-top in his black, white and blue outfit, large cape billowing in the wind. 'Always the sight, Morphy! Good to have you on stream tonight! Welcome in!'

Puffing a small sigh of annoyance at the otter's boisterous ignoring of his caution, the hybrid landed neatly on the roof ahead of the massive villain, shifting his cape into a large length of rope, curled in a hand.

'You know I hate to cut a good thing short, Ott. But how many times do I have to tell you that you can't kidnap guests?'

'Oh, probably a couple more times at least, m'guy! And even then, I'll still keep at it. You should see the numbers my stream does when we're on the prowl!' Chuckled the otter as he grinned to one camera. 'Though chat, now we've landed one, the question becomes What do we do with him?'

The chat began scrolling again with vigor, as the massive ott eased his tail to the ground, bracing the canine's feet down, before he sat on the casual strength of that apendage, resting one massive foot over the knee of the other, and keeping his 'guest' in the gap between, idly ruffling his cheek with a finger and licking his lips.

Morpheus frowned with a twitch of his tail as he regarded the mercurial otter. At the very least, Megalotter had never shown a penchant for harming his 'guests' anymore than he could casually help. If it happened as a side-effect of what he was doing, it wasn't 'his fault', so he claimed.

But he knew this particular game. And rule number one tended to be: 'It ain't over 'till I get what I want.' As much as rules two-through-ten were 'Don't shut the stream down.'

Oh he could drop those drones, cut him off from his chat, but the last time he'd broken the otter's toys, well.. His ribs ached at the thought.

BeastMaster5Eva: 'Flatten him!'

DominionMinion: 'Floss with him!'

CookieHoss33: 'stuff him in your shirt!'

HoneySweet: 'wrestle!'

The chat poured with ideas, making the otter snicker as he tipped his visor to smirk at the hero directly.

'M'guy, these folks want you 2-D! And hey, I think I'd look rad as heck with a shape-shifting tattoo! So I-'

He glanced at his visor screen at a sudden flash. He grinned broadly. 'And there's FrigidSnowBuck dropping the 50k flexes. Looks like the choice is made, team. And a most Flexcellent choice it is. You ready to Duke it out, Morphy?'

A small part of the hero winced at the notion. One didn't normally tend to try and fight a speeding freight train.

'If it gets the pup out of your clutches.' The hero rolled his shoulders, glancing at the wide-eyed canine, and then to the otter easing to his feet.

'Maybe if you win, m'dude! But going by your track-record..' The otter's fingers twitched in his gloves, bringing up recordings of the hero getting utterly overwhelmed by the lutra's might, time and time again. 'Well, the stream is -big- on watching you get crushed.'

'I bet.' muttered the hero as he spread his stance. The otter waving a hand, and causing the drones to pan out wider, looking over the pair, before he pushed forward.

The hyenolf was familiar with Megalotter's style, as a number of folk with megastrength tended to be very direct, attacking in straight lines. Which wasn't to say he didn't have to throw himself back with the pointedly playful swipe of a fist as big as his head taking the space where it had been a moment before. The otter was still intensely fast.

Fast, but restrained, as Morpheus knew there was a special redeem that no one had saved up for yet. And he quietly hoped never would.

'Go all out.' had been hinted at once before, and the idea made him cringe as he wove, ducking, darting, spinning, and vaulting his body. Shifting this way and that, a ferret, into a monkey, into an otter, flipping, and kicking the massive villain square in the chest as a kangaroo.

He succeeded only in pushing himself back, as if kicking off a brick wall, arcing to his feet and frowning as the otter laughed, brushing the boot-prints off his new shirt.

'Jeez, I nearly felt that one, bro! You sure you don't wanna try again?' the otter smirked, stooping for another launch.

Morpheus' eyes narrowed, and launching himself ahead of the otter's push-off, he flared his fur suddenly with light, flashing violently for an instant as he dove under the dazed otter, missing his massive legs by a hair's breadth, but being buffeted by the force of his wake.

Launching up behind the villain, the hyenolf grabbed about the otter's middle, gritting his teeth as he swelled into a burly clydesdale, and swung the half-ton otter over his head, to suplex him.

The roof beneath them cracked heavily under the immense weight, Megalotter's winded 'Oof!' bringing a slew of emoji's to his chat. His tail swung though, catching the straightening horse like a giant baseball bat.

Stars burst in the hero's eyes as he skidded over the roof, shifting instantly into an armadillo and rolling back, though the force still threw him off the roof and into the wall of the next building with a crash. He dropped to all fours on the rickety fire-escape, panting, and shaking his head as he looked up to the otter lifting his visor to rub his eyes. Oh it wasn't over yet.

Back into a roo, he leapt, swinging about to club his tail into the otter's exposed neck.

Megalotter staggered, but shaking his head, he chuckled, wincing an eye open to the roo, taking another deft swing at his foe.

It became almost something of a dance, in the close quarters. Morpheus relying on his shifting to get over the swings, vaulting off forearms, even skid strikes over his form by making himself slick and sleek.

'Look at him go, chat! He's not doing half bad this time.' grinned the immense lutra, as he watched the hero hop back, and push forward with a sudden punch from a glowing, crackling gauntlet.

His massive mit of a hand caught the fist, a grin, more grimace than amusement as he took the hero's electrified punch, plastered on his face. He could smell the fried microcircuitry, and felt the twitches up his arm from the shock. The otter puffing gently, twitching an ear with a small growl.

'But he knows he just messed up.' The villain narrowed his eyes at his opponent, pulling him towards his form and wrapping his massive arms about the hyenolf. 'Those gloves don't come cheap, gang. So looks like we'll be hosting a fund-raiser over the next few days! Whether for my equipment, or Morphy's hospital bills, we'll vote on later!'

The hero's eyes widened at the massive frame sealing him in like steel girders folding about his form. The steady increase of pressure making him wheeze and writhe, struggles reduced to twitches as he shifted, trying to slim out, to worm out of that hold.

But with each change, the otter's tail swung in to adjust, keeping him bundled closer and tighter.

'Damn..!' the otter's rich voice huskily puffed in the hero's ear. 'We're almost at a new record for viewers! Welcome m'dudes, you're all in time to watch Morphy shapeshift into goo, permanently!' His muscles creaked threateningly, the pressure eliciting pops from the hybrid's form.

Before the otter paused, staring at his chat-screen, panting softly and inclining his head.

'RubyRed. Really, m'dude? Now? You know, if I hadn't just had my control fried, I'd refund your points. ...That said. I -could- go for a Mukbang about now. And we -do- have that new Thai place to try out. Flexcellent voting on that one, gang.'

With the otter's arms almost immediately unfolding, Morpheus' ribs seared with pain as the pressure abated, and he could draw an agonized gasp of air. He dropped to his knees, as the Otter gestured to the drones with his off hand, drawing them close.

'Looks like your hall of shame's only growing, Morphy! But hey, always good to have you on stream, bro! And pup, pupperino, pupsky!' His massive form turned to tromp with a casual pace to the wide-eyed sheppherd still stuck on that roof-top. 'We really don't gotta stop meeting like this! Until next time!' He offered a massive fist, that the canine slowly, awkwardly lifted his own to oblige the bump, before the otter strolled on. His thick tail snaking against the canine's form toyingly.

'Say ciao, gang! Oh damn! Is that a raid from One!!-one-one? Dudes, Dudettes and Dudeby's welcome on in! We're about to hit the town for some chow, drop on by and let's make this a collab!'

The otter's voice faded as he dropped off the building, to launch himself away, leaving the canine and hybrid behind.

Shep found his legs under him and hurried to the coughing hero holding his ribs and panting softly.

'Morpheus, are you alright?'

'Heh, that would be my line. Shep, right? Oogh. I thought you were his squeeze, given this makes, what, your third time on his stream?'

The canine's cheeks puffed as he stirred.

'Not by choice!'

'No, probably not.' the hero conceded with a modest smile, standing slowly and wincing as he gingerly shifted, adjusting the damage about carefully. 'Now, let's get you back on solid ground, huh?'

'That would be nice. Thank you. Though, I should thank that RubyRed guy, too.'

'Oh, I'm sure we'll find a way to thank him sometime.' the hero eased an arm about the canine to hold him close. Boots lifting off the rooftop, he glided gently towards the street below, aware of a number of faces turned up to watch them.

In the faint distance, they could hear the tell-tale thud of a certain streamer launching off once more.

--Fin.