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Thread: Go, go, Twilight Rangers!

Contra to Canta's beliefs, while surrounded in darkness he was hardly ever mad. He was calm, collected, he was just one who efficiently killed his foes. While in this form he didn't entirely care that she was attacked. He was in his way, so he got rid of the problem. As she spoke he grinned, All keep that in mind for when we get home. He spoke as she walked away, he simply groaned knowing what she was doing. Her little purification ritual, that was entirely pointless. The two of them were a force of judgment. The one who slew the beast was the one who determined it's fate. Before her little ritual had begun the beast was already well on it's way to hell. Yet even in his darkened form he had not the heart to tell he the truth. That was the way it should be, the white wolf, pure as light should remain pure to the blood stained shadows of the Black Dragon. If she knew that no doubt she would lose heart in what they did, and desire Jinta to give up being a ranger. But that was something he couldn't do. He was the black to her white, without one the other could not exist. The body was purified yet, the soul of the beast had returned to the dark forges that it was made. He allowed her to teleport off first, without a word. A deep sigh echoing from him, as he rose his hand the goo leaving from his hand forging a liquid like gateway. Jinta slowly stepping through the goo come in on it's self and disappeared with him. Moments late the same gateway opened up behind her, with him stepping out. Holding his hand the goo receded from his body to float right above his hand, before taking the form of his morpher again. Shaking his head, feeling the weight of his darker self vanishing. This shower you go on ahead, im going to the lab, after this little.... Event, my current project is more needed then I first thought. So all leave you to bathe yourself this time! Jinta spoke, it was a oddity that he wasn't quite willing to help her bathe herself. This meant the project was actually something that was really that good. But how could it be needed? Never the less Jinta had already decended down the portal stairway into the lab.
Thread: Go, go, Twilight Rangers!

A small side effect of her Light based powers is that she saw the good in everything, whether or not she believed it otherwise. This included seeing her brother's Dark based powers in the highest regard, even though she knew what they could do. She wasn't as naive or oblivious to their roles as she let on, but, yet, it was another side effect of her powers, thus, she never spoke of it. Still, as they returned home, and Jinta actually told her to go alone, she pouted lightly at her twin. Sighing, she smiled lightly, walking towards him before he left for the lab, kissing his cheek softly, smiling brightly to him as she padded off for the bathroom. Waving behind her, she unconsciously swayed her hips as she walked, heading for the shower, saying something before he left., That was for earlier now, just try and be careful down there, ok? She left him with that thought as the door closed, hearing him making his way down to his lab, turning the water on while waiting for it to heat up. Stepping in, she sighed, clicking the tab on as the water began to spray over her sticky form, grabbing the nearest wash cloth to start scrubbing the juices off. Huh...must be something really important down there for him to blow me off like that. Oh well...I'll cut him some slack for today, getting me out of that oven and all, she said to herself, chuckling as she sudded up her body, scrubbing hard enough as she began to feel the cherry juices washing off her arms and chest. Whistling and humming to herself, Canta amused a thought, wondering why, with everything else he was prone to doing, Jinta had yet to install spy cameras in their bathroom. Though, she figured that was due to him being in there when she is 90 of the time, so it might seem pointless. Blushing lightly, she continued to wash, shaking her head a little as she grumbled. Why am I thinking of this. That oven must have REALLY been hot.... Sighing lightly, she ran the cloth over her back, reaching for the spots her brother usually got for her, working it over the rest of her back and rear, then her legs, feet, and then everywhere else inbetween. Several minutes later, feeling she got every nook it might have been, she washed her hair, lathering it roughly, washing it quickly. Doing one last once-over, she turned the water off, reaching for a towel. Wrapping one about herself, and using another to dry her hair, she moved from the bathroom, into her room. Getting some fresh clothing, making a note to fish out her spare school uniform later tonight, Canta left the room, glancing to the door leading to the lab. She stopped herself, shaking her head as she moved for the kitchen, figuring she'd start up dinner for her brother and herself, while he was down there doing god knows what again. Whatever it is this time, I just hope it doesn't include explosive bits.
Thread: Go, go, Twilight Rangers!

Jinta gave her credit where it was due, he figured she would figure it out on her own, but admitting it was another thing. Knowing and admitting it was the truth were harsh differences. On that he was quite unwilling to do at least at this point in time. He smiled softly as he descended down the stairs, as he went down he seemed rather down. He always put a happy front up when she was around after transforming but after, when he was alone... Even she didn't know he got like this, it was his own problem to deal with. Every step he took, he felt like he was split in half. On one half of his body, the darkness, the cold and cruel ranger, on the other the kind hearted brother. It would break most people apart, this feeling. Yet Jinta ignored it as he reached the base of the stairs. Moving straight to the work table. His work began, but soon from a large window looking into a work bay, a large black mass moved close. A giant red eye glaring at Ginta from within that black mass. 'Having problems little Jinta?' A voice called out into Jinta's head, earning him the black mass a glare from Jinta as he looked away from his work table. How many times have I told you to stay the hell out of my head you stupid wyrm. You know full well how to talk with your mouth and that, I haven't sound proofed that glass, for that exact reason.... Jinta spoke as he returned to his work fixing the wiring in his newest toy. There was much that needed to be done with it. He needed to calibrate the transportation mechanism or else what was desired to transport wouldn't transport and get lost. It wasn't helping that the Black Dragon Zord felt chatty. This made Jinta regretful he fixed there vocal channels, then again it was better then hearing a damn voice in his head. That was the one part he disliked. The dragon wouldn't talk to anyone but Jinta for Easy reasons. After all the two shared a fate. Jinta had taken up ignoring it as he worked, spending three hour's working and testing the mechanical object. Using one of his robot he tested it making it transport things two and from. Once he felt that it was ready for a live field test, and it was safe enough to be tested on a human he made his way up the stairs. Oi, Canta where you at! I got something for you, that we need to test for it to be protected! Your going to like it, especially after this recent event! Jinta called out as he exited the door to his lab. He held a rather fashionable collar, which wasn't intended for the imagination. But it was made before that thought had ever entered his mind. He did indeed intend to add the electro shock tabs to it later, once he developed them. But it's current function he knew she would like, provided it worked.
Thread: The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

Hell. That was the single most word that describe the last few days. Last week the world was his. He commanded it all and not in a superficial way. He had power, respect, cars, money, women. There was little to nothing that this man couldn't grasp with his two hands. To be truthful nearly none of it was achieved in the proper manner. So he may have been a detective of the Miami police force, but he was born and raised on the streets. He couldn't put the hustle behind him. There was no way he could turn his back on the life he knew and was feed since he was a baby. So his uncommon tactics had been born to seek out justice. A small group of friends and informants turned into a crew and then a gang. Before the young man knew it, he was the secret kingpin of large gang. To make matters worst, well extra juicy in his case, he was the detective assigned to catch....himself! However as was stated, that life was destroyed. First it was a rookie cop who seen too much and didn't know how to shut up. Then the chief had stepped out of line and the gun discharge was an accident. Now the name of Maurice Knight was all over the news. Witnesses and snitches came out the woodwork to rat out the dirty cop. His crew were arrested or killed. His houses were taken like it was nothing. His bank account frozen, if he was lucky. There wasn't anyone he could turn to or anywhere to escape, but it seemed god was still on his side. Somehow he managed to flee Miami and make it up north with as little money as he could gather. The stolen car had broken down last night somewhere in the inner city of Baltimore. His last coins allowed him to catch a bus that transported him to the end of its line. That same night he came across an apartment complex and found a place that looked barren to him, but he was too tired to search and make sure. So that is where Maurice Knight laid, on the floor in the living room of an supposedly empty apartment on the bottom level. There he went over the events of the passed few days after the sun had woke him up. The six foot three black man had used his Gucci tee-shirt as a pillow with his chrome hand gun laying right next to his head. Three extra clips awaited him. With a sigh, he rose from his makeshift bed and dragged himself into the bathroom. Little thought had entered his head as to why the water worked, why there was soap there. He simply took himself a nice hot shower that did him worlds of good. The water seemed to wash away the depressing thoughts he had and restored a little courage into him. He was Maurice Knight and the only thing he couldn't grasp was something he didn't want. With that, he exited the shower while leaving his clothes on the floor in the bathroom. He took a towel that was hanging on the bar to pat dry his chiseled form as his feet carried him back to the living room. There he stood in thought as his hands used the cloth to remove the water, thinking of ways he could bring himself back. First he needed to lay low.
Thread: The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

The sun was not a welcomed friend in Yoshie's House. The sun beamed brightly into her naked window and her eyes were hit with the sudden pain of morning sunrise. She hissed at the day and rolled over trying to avoid its rude welcome. However, to no avail because there were windows on both of her sides. She had no choice but to awake. With her morning nap ruined she decided to fix herself some breakfast in her new apartment. But first she had to pee. She arose and scrambled through her closet and found her violet see-thru gown that hugged her form something fierce. The robe was not kind as it rose above her ass every time she raised her hands. She walked into the bathroom and discovered clothing thrown about the floor and she looked puzzled for a second. She thought nothing of it as she did her business washed her hands and then proceeded to head to the kitchen. After a while, the smell of Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausage, and hash browns could be smelt. Of course she always cooked more than what she intended to eat and there was always leftovers to spoil in the fridge later. She sighed looking at the Feast that she created and then turned around and turned on her Ipod. Immediately, Stranger in My House by Tamia began to play as she shakes her ass to the beat and began humming the lyrics to the song as she finished what little cooking she had left to do. Her naked form not at all concealed by the robe she was wearing bounced about freely as she sang a melody that only a wolf could love.
Thread: The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

In the mind of Maurice, it wasn't all bad. His father had family up here, the man may have died when he was young, but you never lose touch with kin. He would take his time to recover from recent events before making those connections. There was no rush, in fact the longer he waited the better the odds of his comeback. This wasn't sports where a speedy return was needed to keep fans up. This was something different were the more your enemies thought you were done and gone, the better things were. He felt himself becoming back to who he was, like a man wielding his hammer to remove the impurities. A small set back. Nothing to worry about. The former detective told himself only to pause when he heard the sounds of movement. What the fuck... He said to himself while holding the towel against his chest. He turned to look around, hearing the sound of the toilet flushing. Something wasn't right, not at all. He drops the towel to the floor only to bend down and pick up his gun. He never went into the unknown without it. Soon the door opened and someone exited only to move into the kitchen. He followed the person into the room only to peak inside and discover it was a female. The threat level went down a bit in his mind as those light brown eyes of his began to scan her form. She was indeed something else. Maybe this was further proof that luck had not turned its back on him. He had to be sure. While she was busy, he moved passed the opening as quick as he could to make sure he wasn't found. He snuck into the bedroom to investigate things for himself. He needed to find out if she was along, if there was anyone else here, and even if he had to worry about anyone dropping by. Maurice made a quick yet thorough search of the room to found out just what he wanted. It seemed there was no one else there but the two of them. Now he had to time of how he would handle things. He placed the gun in the linen closet underneath the towels so it wouldn't easily be acquired by another. He had never really had shame, but he figured being seen completely naked would send the wrong message. So Maurice went back to retrieve his towel to wrap it around the lower half of his body. With it securely in place, he went back to the kitchen as his mind tried to work out how to handle this. He decided to just go at it and handle things as it went. However the moment he went to talk, the words were lost. She began to play music and his eyes were drawn in to the sight of her figure as she moved it so hypnotically to the sounds and beats. He snapped himself out of it knowing if she saw him before he had a chance, it'd all be over. He quickly moved into the kitchen to grab the woman from behind. His right hand would be placed against her mouth to seal it close while his left arm went around her waist to hold her close. His grip was firm, proving those muscles weren't just for show. Calm down, relax. I'm not gonna kill or rape you. I just can't have you screaming. He told her. His voice was strong but had a smooth gentleness to it.
Thread: The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

She felt something grasp her she stiffened and then she let out a gasp, squirmed and resisted and then finally with a free hand felt around the figure. It was a man! He was a chizzled man at that, like that of a Adonis statue. She caressed his chest slowly half trying to figure out where this man came from and then figure out how well her hands could cover his form. She then roamed more and then she moved lower and then lower . She gasped again but not out of the shock that was a scared one, twas the shock of how big his muscle... in that area was. Mmmffffm!!! She cried as the images flew through her mind like a bat out of hell. She moved her right leg to cover over his and then a wet slippery substance trickled down her leg onto his. She shuddered and then sighed. The images kept coming each stronger and more provocative than the last, and more erotic than the next. She stiffened up again and then a flood had been created on his leg and now the floor. She blushed and tried to run away but his grip was one of a gods. She could do nothing but stand idly by and watch as a puddle was now created on the kitchen floor. She whimpered through what airspace his hand left that was to breathe.
Thread: The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

The fighting and struggling was to be expected. In fact he was focused on the frying pan and other utensils she was using to cook. He was hoping to every fiber of him that she wouldn't decide to use one of them. With his concentration on pulling her away from the stove and her resistance, it only made sense for his towel to fall from his form. He was left completely revealed as her hand began to search out the identity of her stranger. His words also seemed to have fell on death ears as she touched on him, then something odd happen. Her wrestling also began to lessen as the feel of her hand took on another tone. All inquisitive motives behind it had seemed to melt away as she felt on his muscles and roamed the front of his form. He was a bit relieved. Good, I ain't trying to hurt you. He assured her as he released his hold over her mouth only to have his eyes spring open when her hand found what was between his legs. H-hold, wah.. That member of his wasn't at its full length, but it was quickly responding to her touch as she caressed it. Her body began to tremble in his hold and he applied more strength to make sure she didn't fall onto the ground. Something liquid had hit his leg and then in greater amounts which caused him to lean forward to look over her to see what it was. Did she really just? His mind had finally moved through the fog and worry of why she was touching that part of him. Y-you came? Maurice asked like he couldn't believe what had just transpired. He released her as he pulled away and looked down to his leg in completely disbelief. Despite the look on his face, another part of his body was on broad with what was going on. The scent in the air and touch of her hand had triggered something deep in the back of his head. That length that started this reaction from her had responded in full and showed its eagerness. His fat twelve inch cock was standing proud as he waited for its master to acknowledge him. Damn shawty. Was all he could think to say as he leans his back against the other counter. His hand rubbing the cum on his leg before he brought it to his face, inspecting it to only confirm his thoughts.
Thread: The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

When she was released she turned to face him eagerly expecting someone worthy of wielding something so powerful. To her surprise he had a baby face. An innocent face, that was warming yet somewhat fierce. She looked over his form seeking places that were flawed. There were none, not even the scars were flawed. They were perfectly placed as though they were tattoos. She began to drool as she looked upon his member with disbelief. The drooling was a constant and her pussy soon followed where her mouth started. I want that... She thought. She hadn't had a man in six years all the constant masturbating and constant teasing herself was pissing her off and now, as if by some omniscient force placed him here at this time and at this place she was getting what she oh so craved. Damn... was all she could whisper as she moved her hand from the counter and then-- CRASH she had knocked over the jelly. Luckily it was a plastic jar, but that didn't make it less of a mess on the floor. Yoshie always kept her floor tidy, neat and clean and seeing this just made her frustrated more. She then turned and bent down, ass up because she rarely bent over with her knees and tried to pick up the jelly bits with her hands. Scrambling to pick up the wasted material her ass cheeks jiggled at each motion and her slit that led to her pleasure hole could be seen shimmering from the light. She was so wet that it began dripping onto the floor, ever so slowly seemingly tempting him, calling him, yearning for him and him alone. Her thighs cupped her pussy rather well and added a bit of a seductive secrecy to it all.
Thread: The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

Maurice was left in a complete and utter state of disbelief. There was no way he could have predicted this happening. He thought a fight would break out, that she strike him, bite him, scream her cute little head off. But this? Who could have expected this type of outcome from something so small and simple. Those eyes of his were locked onto her, watching her as she stood against the other counter. The look in her eyes didn't match his. He was confused and trying to piece all this together. She held eyes like a predator, an hungry animal who had located its prey. It should have been even more odd. Something that further knocked him from his self assured throne. Instead, it felted her and only increased his interest in her. Something he didn't think was possible. She was gorgeous in his eyes with a body that killed. Adding onto that seemed to be a cruel weapon god made to destroy man. Subconsciously he found himself licking the substance from his fingers, not remembering what it was until the taste hit him. He had just swallowed the juices of her pussy and it was a taste he knew and enjoyed all at the same time. His attention moved straight to the jar of jelly as it fell only to watch as she moved to pick it up. Bending over to place all her divine gifts on display. His eyes roamed over the view she gave to him. His mouth watering at the sight of her treasure where the taste of which still lingered on his tongue. She was taunting him with it like she didn't think he would have what it took to grab and take her. He found it odd how strongly he desired her. No woman had captured and sucked him in so powerfully and he couldn't begin to explain it. He was the one in charge and it seemed he would have to fight her for that position. Maurice moved towards her with those strong hands took a firm grip of that beautiful ass of hers. However the normal and obvious plan of attack didn't follow as she would have thought. Instead she felt that seven inch long tongue licking up along those drenched folds of hers. Taking in that liquid that seemed to continue to pour from her. He let it run the length of her hidden lips before he turned his head to the side. With speed and skill the tip of his tongue flickered back and forth between those lips. Her taste was delicious and the way she smelt simply divine. Those hands of his held on to her make sure she didn't pull herself away. The assault of his tongue was just starting though, getting warmed up before he devoured her.