Why did no one ever understand Bobby was a hero? Sure he was wanted in two states for assault and battery, but those were besides the point.
He was a protector, a knight of common sense, sanity, and free will. Unlike the high and mighty drunk off their power little men with toys that no one should have.
He had beaten the life out of a rich man in a wheel chair, who had been using magic contracts to turn people into cat-girl maids for his estate . . . except the cat-girl maids had been named his heirs in his will. They were now using their considerable wealth to see him in the electric chair if the police ever caught him. He still had claw marks on his back from that.
He stopped a little girl from turning a bunch of other kids into fairies with enchanted candy. . . so what if all the children she wanted to change were all terminally ill? So what if what if the news papers called him a monster for beating up a little girl, they didn't understand, it was for the greater good and protection of humanity from these selfish filth who though they could play god with people's lives.
The motor cycle he was riding was currently borrowed, 'stolen' the owner had shouted as he had ridden away, the nerve of some people, they didn't get he was doing all this for them. Now he sensed where his third victory against these immature, petty, small minded tyrants would be!
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A man with nine fingers drove down a highway, speeding. Along his left ring finger (his right ring finger missing), was a ring with a unique pattern.
"After all these . . . I'm happy to have you back."
'As am I, my master.' Spoke the voice of the ring. 'You are the only master I truly serve . . . it is an honor to be one again.'
It had been a close call . . . but at last he had the power back that was stolen from him, the wizard said he should have never gotten a ring in the first place . . . what did he know? All he knew was that the power was his again.
. . . Motorcycle cop . . . dammit. Oh well . . . Time for the fun to begin again.
He considered playing along . . . but decided now was as good a time as any to begin his collect anew.
"Hello officer." He rolled down his window and said keeping his hands on the steering wheel and in sight.
"Are you aware that you were going third miles over the speed limit?"
"Why yes officer, I am." He saw the officer's name was Norton on his badge.
He used the ring's power.
Norton stiffened . . . his clothes vanished, and his skin became rubbery and the same blue as is uniform and his body's insides became air . . . at first glance his transformation might have been mistake for one of Casper's Synthetics, but there were many key differences.
Norton's body became feminine shape, then became like something like a porn star's. Unlike a Synthetic, her breasts had nipples. She had a barcode, but it was over left breast instead of on her rear. There were also a rubber grip on either side of her hips like handle bars.
She had many changes similar to those of changed police, but instead of saying 'POLICE' in big yellow words, it said 'SLUT' instead.
Also . . . her rear and between he legs, didn't seal up, instead they became perfectly round and bags inside, her mouth also becoming perfectly round. Instead of a nozzle, she had a mouth piece in the small of her back.
She gained pointed ears, a muzzle, a foxy tail, and digrated legs. The new rubber love doll fox stood at perfect attention.
Norton's mind felt confusion and fear at what was happening to him, her, it, Master's Property. Yes. It was a slave. It was property. It had no rights. It was happy that Master had thought to loan it to the police department. But its true loyalties, would always be to her master.
Norton's name vanished from her mind, she was a loyal doll.
"Is everything alright Master?" She asked in a sultry voice, her motions somehow managing to be both sensual and mechanical.
Master laughed. "Everything is fine, doll. There's no need to worry about this is there?"
"No master, there isn't." The doll got back on its motor cycle, and resumed its job.
Oh, Bobby? He stopped on his motor bike, and ran up to Master saying how justice was here before Master could drive off. He lasted about fifteen seconds.
A minute later, the obedient and loyal red fox love doll was snuggling next to her master. By the time they reached the city, he'd have added the person at the desk at the hotel he'd stay at, and the family who had already been staying there (children not gaining height, but became big breasted dolls at the same) to his collection as well.
Meanwhile in the city miles away, Haeliax, Casper, and Casper's ring itself, felt a chill go down their spines at the same time. And Ashley, felt something even more wrong in her air filled gut, and not so much a memory, but a warning ticking at the back of her mind.