My awakening to this fetish growing up was seeing the Power Rangers (aka Super Sentai) getting defeated by the monster of the week, and it's always stuck with me. I commissioned this art from @cutiemoan1 on Twitter and am pretty happy with the results. I'm in the process of writing a (legally distinct) power ranger fic where they're defeated, humiliated, and tortured by the Putty Patrol and I'll probably use this as the cover art.Covert Art.png
 
My awakening to this fetish growing up was seeing the Power Rangers (aka Super Sentai) getting defeated by the monster of the week, and it's always stuck with me. I commissioned this art from @cutiemoan1 on Twitter and am pretty happy with the results. I'm in the process of writing a (legally distinct) power ranger fic where they're defeated, humiliated, and tortured by the Putty Patrol and I'll probably use this as the cover art.View attachment 116281321
That sounds like a very hot idea. I used to love this PR torture erotic story. The writing is kinda messy but I still like it a lot:
https://grometsplaza.net/spandex/altstories/powerrangers.htm

Have you tried using Bing to create Power Rangers images? It doesn't always turn out right but if you play around you can probably get something that you like. Here are some experiments I did a while back. They all have some small issues but I still enjoy the results.

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That sounds like a very hot idea. I used to love this PR torture erotic story. The writing is kinda messy but I still like it a lot:
https://grometsplaza.net/spandex/altstories/powerrangers.htm

Have you tried using Bing to create Power Rangers images? It doesn't always turn out right but if you play around you can probably get something that you like. Here are some experiments I did a while back. They all have some small issues but I still enjoy the results.

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That sounds like a very hot idea. I used to love this PR torture erotic story. The writing is kinda messy but I still like it a lot:
https://grometsplaza.net/spandex/altstories/powerrangers.htm

Have you tried using Bing to create Power Rangers images? It doesn't always turn out right but if you play around you can probably get something that you like. Here are some experiments I did a while back. They all have some small issues but I still enjoy the results.

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Yeah, that's a classic fic, for sure. Power Rangers actually has one of the most active/deepest archives of fics on fanfiction.net and AO3, though it takes a lot to filter out the defeat/domination stories.

Great images! Yeah, I had played around with the AI image generation and the main problem I've run into is that the MMPR-era rangers are so overwhelmingly ingrained in the available imagery that there's almost no way to have it generate anything but copies of Zyuranger uniforms. Not that it's a bad thing, but if you're looking for variety, it seems harder to generate.
 
Yeah, that's a classic fic, for sure. Power Rangers actually has one of the most active/deepest archives of fics on fanfiction.net and AO3, though it takes a lot to filter out the defeat/domination stories.

Great images! Yeah, I had played around with the AI image generation and the main problem I've run into is that the MMPR-era rangers are so overwhelmingly ingrained in the available imagery that there's almost no way to have it generate anything but copies of Zyuranger uniforms. Not that it's a bad thing, but if you're looking for variety, it seems harder to generate.
Are there any defeat/domination PR fics on AO3 you would recommend?

That's disappointing to hear that Bing is biased towards MMPR, although it makes sense. I was hoping to try to generate pics of Adam in his green Zeo costume, but it seems to default to the green MMPR costume instead. It's also not good at generating Johnny Young Bosch's face. It creates a white or some random ambiguously Asian-looking guy instead lol
 
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I also had a fetish at one time for the Power Rangers---and watching them annihilated by one nemesis or another. I don't think I hardened to them being fucked or force-fed cocks...but that is because the Power Rangers included the opposite sex and that doesn't do much for me. Superman, Batman, Robinm spiderman and the Flash----watching them raped and annulled was a real turn on in photos I picked up on the internet.
 
Are there any defeat/domination PR fics on AO3 you would recommend?

That's disappointing to hear that Bing is biased towards MMPR, although it makes sense. I was hoping to try to generate pics of Adam in his green Zeo costume, but it seems to default to the green MMPR costume instead. It's also not good at generating Johnny Young Bosch's face. It creates a white or some random ambiguously Asian-looking guy instead lol

None that immediately come to mind that I could find easily. AO3 has a lot of filtering options and seemingly none of them are applied in the same way by different authors, so it goes. An old one that I still think about from time to time (because I was attracted to Sky Tate from the SPD season) was "Wrong Way," a fic that seems to only exist on adult-fanfiction.org now, of all places. Simple little one-shot, straight to the point lol.

For a really deep cut, there's "Agony in Red," about MMPR's Jason and a sequel of sorts to the infamous infamous "Agony in Pink," that shocked the internet in the early days. "Agony in Red" seems to have disappeared from the internet but, if I remember what I read back in the day, it was barely about the Power Rangers anyway (in the same way that "Agony in Pink" was also barely about them) and more just an excuse to write a snuff fic.
 
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I also had a fetish at one time for the Power Rangers---and watching them annihilated by one nemesis or another. I don't think I hardened to them being fucked or force-fed cocks...but that is because the Power Rangers included the opposite sex and that doesn't do much for me. Superman, Batman, Robinm spiderman and the Flash----watching them raped and annulled was a real turn on in photos I picked up on the internet.
Yeah, that makes sense. For me, when I fantasize about the rangers, it's often with them taking on the monster one-on-one, which does happen in some episodes. Also helps that some of the series just had ridiculously good-looking cast members all around (like the SPD season) or occasionally had a weird team imbalance where it was mostly just dudes anyway (like Dino Charge).

And honestly, a lot of times, I might just fantasize about men I find attractive in general as if they were Power Rangers being defeated. I guess that's one advantage of fan fics: You can always just imagine someone else's face and body in your head, if you want!
 
None that immediately come to mind that I could find easily. AO3 has a lot of filtering options and seemingly none of them are applied in the same way by different authors, so it goes. An old one that I still think about from time to time (because I was attracted to Sky Tate from the SPD season) was "Wrong Way," a fic that seems to only exist on adult-fanfiction.org now, of all places. Simple little one-shot, straight to the point lol.

For a really deep cut, there's "Agony in Red," about MMPR's Jason and a sequel of sorts to the infamous infamous "Agony in Pink," that shocked the internet in the early days. "Agony in Red" seems to have disappeared from the internet but, if I remember what I read back in the day, it was barely about the Power Rangers anyway (in the same way that "Agony in Pink" was also barely about them) and more just an excuse to write a snuff fic.
You made me so curious about Agony in Red that I tracked down an archived copy and WOW is it bad LOL. I wonder if anyone out there actually like that stuff
 
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You made me so curious about Agony in Red that I tracked down an archived copy and WOW is it bad LOL. I wonder if anyone out there actually like that stuff
Well, it was clearly written for somebody. Or rather, "Agony in Pink" was written for somebody's kink and "Agony in Red" was written to be edgy for edgy's sake.

All of this reminiscing has stirred up ancient memories of hours and hours spent on Nifty Erotic Stories Archive, which I am absolutely astounded to find out is still a thing. Looks like it got a bit of a redesign... but just a bit.
 
Has anyone else tried experimenting with getting Bing AI to write fanfic that fits the dominated superhero genre? I've had some success, but it's very, very sensitive to anything that seems sexual, although it is much more open to violence than before. You just have to be careful in getting it to write stories that hit this particular fetish pretty well, even without any explicitly sexual material.

Here's an example of a "Power Rangers" story written by Bing AI:

Jason, the Red Ranger, was fighting Goldar, the evil warrior of Rita Repulsa, in the streets of Angel Grove. He was alone, as his teammates were busy dealing with the giant monster that Rita had sent to attack the city. Jason was confident that he could handle Goldar, as he had done many times before. He used his Power Sword to slash at Goldar, who blocked with his own sword.

"Give it up, Goldar! You'll never defeat me!" Jason shouted.

"Ha! You're a fool, Red Ranger! You're no match for me!" Goldar taunted.

The two continued to exchange blows, sparks flying from their weapons. Jason noticed that Goldar was getting more aggressive and reckless, leaving openings in his defense. He decided to take advantage of this and waited for the right moment to strike.

He saw Goldar swing his sword in a wide arc, exposing his chest. Jason lunged forward and stabbed his Power Sword into Goldar's armor, hoping to finish him off. However, he was shocked when Goldar grabbed his arm and twisted it, making him drop his sword.

"Gotcha!" Goldar exclaimed.

He then kicked Jason in the stomach, sending him flying back. Jason landed on the ground, gasping for air. He tried to get up, but Goldar was faster. He jumped on Jason and pinned him down. He reached for Jason's morpher, which was attached to his belt.

"Give me that!" Goldar demanded.

He ripped the morpher off Jason's belt and held it in his hand. He pressed a button, and a voice said, "Power down!"

Jason felt a surge of pain as his suit disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes. He felt weak and vulnerable, as he had lost his connection to the Morphin Grid. He looked up at Goldar, who was grinning wickedly.

"Ha ha ha! I did it! I defeated the Red Ranger! I have his morpher!" Goldar gloated.

He raised the morpher in the air, as if to show it to Rita. He then placed his foot on Jason's chest, crushing him. He laughed maniacally, as he enjoyed his victory.

"Say goodbye, Red Ranger! You're finished!" Goldar said.

Jason felt his consciousness fading, as he struggled to breathe. He wondered where his friends were, and if they were okay. He hoped that they would find him, and save him. He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

Goldar dragged Jason by his hair, as he walked towards Rita's palace. He was proud of his trophy, and wanted to show it to his mistress. He ignored Jason's groans and pleas, as he enjoyed his suffering.

He reached the entrance of the palace, and pushed the door open. He entered the dark and gloomy hall, where he was greeted by Rita's other minions. They were surprised to see him, and even more surprised to see Jason.

"Goldar, what are you doing here?" Finster asked.

"I have a present for Rita. Look who I have here. It's the Red Ranger!" Goldar announced.

He lifted Jason's head, and showed it to the others. They gasped, as they recognized him.

"Wow, Goldar! You did it! You captured the Red Ranger!" Squatt exclaimed.

"That's amazing, Goldar! How did you do it?" Baboo asked.

"You're incredible, Goldar! You're the best!" Scorpina praised.

Goldar smiled, as he basked in their admiration. He felt superior to them, as he had done something they had never done.

"Thank you, thank you. It was easy. I just overpowered him, and took his morpher. He's powerless now. He's nothing but a human." Goldar boasted.

He looked at Jason, who was still conscious, but barely. He saw the fear and pain in his eyes, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Where's Rita? I want to show her my prize. I want to hear her praise me. I want to see her smile." Goldar said.

"She's in her throne room, Goldar. She's waiting for you. She's very happy with you." Finster said.

"Then let's go. Come on, Red Ranger. It's time to meet your doom." Goldar said.

He dragged Jason along, as he headed to the throne room. The other minions followed him, eager to see Rita's reaction.

They reached the throne room, where Rita was sitting on her throne. She was holding her staff, and watching the Earth through her telescope. She was laughing, as she saw the destruction and chaos that her monster had caused. She was confident that she had won, and that nothing could stop her.

She heard the door open, and turned to see who it was. She saw Goldar, holding Jason. She was stunned, as she recognized him.

"Goldar, is that...?" Rita asked.

"Yes, Rita. It is. It's the Red Ranger. I captured him. I defeated him. I have his morpher. He's yours now." Goldar said.

He threw Jason on the floor, in front of Rita. He knelt down, and presented the morpher to her.

"Here, Rita. Take it. It's your reward. It's your victory." Goldar said.

Rita took the morpher, and examined it. She felt its power, and its weight. She felt a surge of joy, as she realized what it meant. She had the Red Ranger's morpher. She had the Red Ranger's power. She had the Red Ranger's life.

She looked at Jason, who was lying on the floor. He was bruised and bloody, and barely breathing. He looked at her, with a mix of fear and defiance. He tried to speak, but only a whisper came out.

"Please...don't..." Jason said.

Rita smiled, as she heard his voice. She felt a surge of cruelty, as she decided what to do with him. She had many options, but only one appealed to her. She wanted to make him suffer. She wanted to make him beg. She wanted to make him die.

She raised the morpher, and pointed it at him. She pressed a button, and a voice said, "Power up!"

Jason felt a surge of pain, as his suit reappeared. He felt his connection to the Morphin Grid restored, but only for a moment. He felt his power drained, as Rita took it from him. He felt his life fading, as Rita killed him.

He screamed, as he felt his body and soul torn apart. He saw Rita's face, as she watched him die. He saw her smile, as she enjoyed his death.

He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

Rita laughed, as she saw Jason's lifeless body. She felt a surge of triumph, as she realized what she had done. She had killed the Red Ranger. She had killed the leader of the Power Rangers. She had killed the greatest hero on Earth.

She held the morpher in her hand, and felt its power. She felt invincible, as she had the power of the Red Ranger. She felt unstoppable, as she had the power of all the Power Rangers. She felt victorious, as she had the power of the Earth.

She raised the morpher in the air, and shouted her signature phrase, as she celebrated her victory.

"Ha ha ha! I did it! I did it! I killed the Red Ranger! I have his morpher! I have his power! I have the Earth! I win! I win! I win!" Rita yelled.
 
Has anyone else tried experimenting with getting Bing AI to write fanfic that fits the dominated superhero genre? I've had some success, but it's very, very sensitive to anything that seems sexual, although it is much more open to violence than before. You just have to be careful in getting it to write stories that hit this particular fetish pretty well, even without any explicitly sexual material.

Here's an example of a "Power Rangers" story written by Bing AI:

Jason, the Red Ranger, was fighting Goldar, the evil warrior of Rita Repulsa, in the streets of Angel Grove. He was alone, as his teammates were busy dealing with the giant monster that Rita had sent to attack the city. Jason was confident that he could handle Goldar, as he had done many times before. He used his Power Sword to slash at Goldar, who blocked with his own sword.

"Give it up, Goldar! You'll never defeat me!" Jason shouted.

"Ha! You're a fool, Red Ranger! You're no match for me!" Goldar taunted.

The two continued to exchange blows, sparks flying from their weapons. Jason noticed that Goldar was getting more aggressive and reckless, leaving openings in his defense. He decided to take advantage of this and waited for the right moment to strike.

He saw Goldar swing his sword in a wide arc, exposing his chest. Jason lunged forward and stabbed his Power Sword into Goldar's armor, hoping to finish him off. However, he was shocked when Goldar grabbed his arm and twisted it, making him drop his sword.

"Gotcha!" Goldar exclaimed.

He then kicked Jason in the stomach, sending him flying back. Jason landed on the ground, gasping for air. He tried to get up, but Goldar was faster. He jumped on Jason and pinned him down. He reached for Jason's morpher, which was attached to his belt.

"Give me that!" Goldar demanded.

He ripped the morpher off Jason's belt and held it in his hand. He pressed a button, and a voice said, "Power down!"

Jason felt a surge of pain as his suit disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes. He felt weak and vulnerable, as he had lost his connection to the Morphin Grid. He looked up at Goldar, who was grinning wickedly.

"Ha ha ha! I did it! I defeated the Red Ranger! I have his morpher!" Goldar gloated.

He raised the morpher in the air, as if to show it to Rita. He then placed his foot on Jason's chest, crushing him. He laughed maniacally, as he enjoyed his victory.

"Say goodbye, Red Ranger! You're finished!" Goldar said.

Jason felt his consciousness fading, as he struggled to breathe. He wondered where his friends were, and if they were okay. He hoped that they would find him, and save him. He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

Goldar dragged Jason by his hair, as he walked towards Rita's palace. He was proud of his trophy, and wanted to show it to his mistress. He ignored Jason's groans and pleas, as he enjoyed his suffering.

He reached the entrance of the palace, and pushed the door open. He entered the dark and gloomy hall, where he was greeted by Rita's other minions. They were surprised to see him, and even more surprised to see Jason.

"Goldar, what are you doing here?" Finster asked.

"I have a present for Rita. Look who I have here. It's the Red Ranger!" Goldar announced.

He lifted Jason's head, and showed it to the others. They gasped, as they recognized him.

"Wow, Goldar! You did it! You captured the Red Ranger!" Squatt exclaimed.

"That's amazing, Goldar! How did you do it?" Baboo asked.

"You're incredible, Goldar! You're the best!" Scorpina praised.

Goldar smiled, as he basked in their admiration. He felt superior to them, as he had done something they had never done.

"Thank you, thank you. It was easy. I just overpowered him, and took his morpher. He's powerless now. He's nothing but a human." Goldar boasted.

He looked at Jason, who was still conscious, but barely. He saw the fear and pain in his eyes, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Where's Rita? I want to show her my prize. I want to hear her praise me. I want to see her smile." Goldar said.

"She's in her throne room, Goldar. She's waiting for you. She's very happy with you." Finster said.

"Then let's go. Come on, Red Ranger. It's time to meet your doom." Goldar said.

He dragged Jason along, as he headed to the throne room. The other minions followed him, eager to see Rita's reaction.

They reached the throne room, where Rita was sitting on her throne. She was holding her staff, and watching the Earth through her telescope. She was laughing, as she saw the destruction and chaos that her monster had caused. She was confident that she had won, and that nothing could stop her.

She heard the door open, and turned to see who it was. She saw Goldar, holding Jason. She was stunned, as she recognized him.

"Goldar, is that...?" Rita asked.

"Yes, Rita. It is. It's the Red Ranger. I captured him. I defeated him. I have his morpher. He's yours now." Goldar said.

He threw Jason on the floor, in front of Rita. He knelt down, and presented the morpher to her.

"Here, Rita. Take it. It's your reward. It's your victory." Goldar said.

Rita took the morpher, and examined it. She felt its power, and its weight. She felt a surge of joy, as she realized what it meant. She had the Red Ranger's morpher. She had the Red Ranger's power. She had the Red Ranger's life.

She looked at Jason, who was lying on the floor. He was bruised and bloody, and barely breathing. He looked at her, with a mix of fear and defiance. He tried to speak, but only a whisper came out.

"Please...don't..." Jason said.

Rita smiled, as she heard his voice. She felt a surge of cruelty, as she decided what to do with him. She had many options, but only one appealed to her. She wanted to make him suffer. She wanted to make him beg. She wanted to make him die.

She raised the morpher, and pointed it at him. She pressed a button, and a voice said, "Power up!"

Jason felt a surge of pain, as his suit reappeared. He felt his connection to the Morphin Grid restored, but only for a moment. He felt his power drained, as Rita took it from him. He felt his life fading, as Rita killed him.

He screamed, as he felt his body and soul torn apart. He saw Rita's face, as she watched him die. He saw her smile, as she enjoyed his death.

He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

Rita laughed, as she saw Jason's lifeless body. She felt a surge of triumph, as she realized what she had done. She had killed the Red Ranger. She had killed the leader of the Power Rangers. She had killed the greatest hero on Earth.

She held the morpher in her hand, and felt its power. She felt invincible, as she had the power of the Red Ranger. She felt unstoppable, as she had the power of all the Power Rangers. She felt victorious, as she had the power of the Earth.

She raised the morpher in the air, and shouted her signature phrase, as she celebrated her victory.

"Ha ha ha! I did it! I did it! I killed the Red Ranger! I have his morpher! I have his power! I have the Earth! I win! I win! I win!" Rita yelled.
That's not half bad haha. I got it to start generating one where it really described Spidey's muscles in the costume in great detail and Goblin getting jealous and obsessive over Spidey's buff body, but then it abruptly stopped writing the story and automatically deleted it from the chat log LOL. Damn, I should've saved it while it was still writing!
 
Has anyone else tried experimenting with getting Bing AI to write fanfic that fits the dominated superhero genre? I've had some success, but it's very, very sensitive to anything that seems sexual, although it is much more open to violence than before. You just have to be careful in getting it to write stories that hit this particular fetish pretty well, even without any explicitly sexual material.

Here's an example of a "Power Rangers" story written by Bing AI:

Jason, the Red Ranger, was fighting Goldar, the evil warrior of Rita Repulsa, in the streets of Angel Grove. He was alone, as his teammates were busy dealing with the giant monster that Rita had sent to attack the city. Jason was confident that he could handle Goldar, as he had done many times before. He used his Power Sword to slash at Goldar, who blocked with his own sword.

"Give it up, Goldar! You'll never defeat me!" Jason shouted.

"Ha! You're a fool, Red Ranger! You're no match for me!" Goldar taunted.

The two continued to exchange blows, sparks flying from their weapons. Jason noticed that Goldar was getting more aggressive and reckless, leaving openings in his defense. He decided to take advantage of this and waited for the right moment to strike.

He saw Goldar swing his sword in a wide arc, exposing his chest. Jason lunged forward and stabbed his Power Sword into Goldar's armor, hoping to finish him off. However, he was shocked when Goldar grabbed his arm and twisted it, making him drop his sword.

"Gotcha!" Goldar exclaimed.

He then kicked Jason in the stomach, sending him flying back. Jason landed on the ground, gasping for air. He tried to get up, but Goldar was faster. He jumped on Jason and pinned him down. He reached for Jason's morpher, which was attached to his belt.

"Give me that!" Goldar demanded.

He ripped the morpher off Jason's belt and held it in his hand. He pressed a button, and a voice said, "Power down!"

Jason felt a surge of pain as his suit disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes. He felt weak and vulnerable, as he had lost his connection to the Morphin Grid. He looked up at Goldar, who was grinning wickedly.

"Ha ha ha! I did it! I defeated the Red Ranger! I have his morpher!" Goldar gloated.

He raised the morpher in the air, as if to show it to Rita. He then placed his foot on Jason's chest, crushing him. He laughed maniacally, as he enjoyed his victory.

"Say goodbye, Red Ranger! You're finished!" Goldar said.

Jason felt his consciousness fading, as he struggled to breathe. He wondered where his friends were, and if they were okay. He hoped that they would find him, and save him. He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

Goldar dragged Jason by his hair, as he walked towards Rita's palace. He was proud of his trophy, and wanted to show it to his mistress. He ignored Jason's groans and pleas, as he enjoyed his suffering.

He reached the entrance of the palace, and pushed the door open. He entered the dark and gloomy hall, where he was greeted by Rita's other minions. They were surprised to see him, and even more surprised to see Jason.

"Goldar, what are you doing here?" Finster asked.

"I have a present for Rita. Look who I have here. It's the Red Ranger!" Goldar announced.

He lifted Jason's head, and showed it to the others. They gasped, as they recognized him.

"Wow, Goldar! You did it! You captured the Red Ranger!" Squatt exclaimed.

"That's amazing, Goldar! How did you do it?" Baboo asked.

"You're incredible, Goldar! You're the best!" Scorpina praised.

Goldar smiled, as he basked in their admiration. He felt superior to them, as he had done something they had never done.

"Thank you, thank you. It was easy. I just overpowered him, and took his morpher. He's powerless now. He's nothing but a human." Goldar boasted.

He looked at Jason, who was still conscious, but barely. He saw the fear and pain in his eyes, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Where's Rita? I want to show her my prize. I want to hear her praise me. I want to see her smile." Goldar said.

"She's in her throne room, Goldar. She's waiting for you. She's very happy with you." Finster said.

"Then let's go. Come on, Red Ranger. It's time to meet your doom." Goldar said.

He dragged Jason along, as he headed to the throne room. The other minions followed him, eager to see Rita's reaction.

They reached the throne room, where Rita was sitting on her throne. She was holding her staff, and watching the Earth through her telescope. She was laughing, as she saw the destruction and chaos that her monster had caused. She was confident that she had won, and that nothing could stop her.

She heard the door open, and turned to see who it was. She saw Goldar, holding Jason. She was stunned, as she recognized him.

"Goldar, is that...?" Rita asked.

"Yes, Rita. It is. It's the Red Ranger. I captured him. I defeated him. I have his morpher. He's yours now." Goldar said.

He threw Jason on the floor, in front of Rita. He knelt down, and presented the morpher to her.

"Here, Rita. Take it. It's your reward. It's your victory." Goldar said.

Rita took the morpher, and examined it. She felt its power, and its weight. She felt a surge of joy, as she realized what it meant. She had the Red Ranger's morpher. She had the Red Ranger's power. She had the Red Ranger's life.

She looked at Jason, who was lying on the floor. He was bruised and bloody, and barely breathing. He looked at her, with a mix of fear and defiance. He tried to speak, but only a whisper came out.

"Please...don't..." Jason said.

Rita smiled, as she heard his voice. She felt a surge of cruelty, as she decided what to do with him. She had many options, but only one appealed to her. She wanted to make him suffer. She wanted to make him beg. She wanted to make him die.

She raised the morpher, and pointed it at him. She pressed a button, and a voice said, "Power up!"

Jason felt a surge of pain, as his suit reappeared. He felt his connection to the Morphin Grid restored, but only for a moment. He felt his power drained, as Rita took it from him. He felt his life fading, as Rita killed him.

He screamed, as he felt his body and soul torn apart. He saw Rita's face, as she watched him die. He saw her smile, as she enjoyed his death.

He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

Rita laughed, as she saw Jason's lifeless body. She felt a surge of triumph, as she realized what she had done. She had killed the Red Ranger. She had killed the leader of the Power Rangers. She had killed the greatest hero on Earth.

She held the morpher in her hand, and felt its power. She felt invincible, as she had the power of the Red Ranger. She felt unstoppable, as she had the power of all the Power Rangers. She felt victorious, as she had the power of the Earth.

She raised the morpher in the air, and shouted her signature phrase, as she celebrated her victory.

"Ha ha ha! I did it! I did it! I killed the Red Ranger! I have his morpher! I have his power! I have the Earth! I win! I win! I win!" Rita yelled.

Here's one I got it to generate:
Spider-Man was in pain. He had been fighting the Green Goblin for hours, and he was losing. The Green Goblin had been relentless, ruthless, merciless. He had used his pumpkin bombs, his razor bats, his glider blades, and his fists to batter Spider-Man, to injure him, to torture him. He had also used his words, his taunts, his insults, to mock Spider-Man, to humiliate him, to break him.

He had said things like, "You're nothing, Spider-Man. You're a joke, a fraud, a failure. You think you're a hero, but you're not. You're a coward, a liar, a loser. You hide behind that mask, that suit, that web. You hide your true self, your true weakness, your true shame."

He had also said things like, "You're wasting your potential, Spider-Man. You're wasting your body, your muscles, your physique. You have such a nice figure, such a tight suit, such a sexy web. You have such a power, such a skill, such a grace. You could be so much more, Spider-Man. You could be like me, Spider-Man. You could be me, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man hated the Green Goblin, not only for his evil, but for his obsession. He knew the Green Goblin was envious of him, of his strength, his agility, his resilience. He knew the Green Goblin wanted to destroy him, to unmask him, to possess him. He knew the Green Goblin was his greatest enemy, and he had to stop him.

He tried to fight back, to web him, to punch him, to kick him. But he was too weak, too tired, too hurt. He couldn't match the Green Goblin's speed, force, or stamina. He couldn't overcome the Green Goblin's cunning, malice, or madness. He couldn't escape the Green Goblin's grip, hold, or reach.

He was doomed.

The fight reached its end at the Times Square, where the Green Goblin had dragged Spider-Man, after beating him senseless. He had brought him there to show him to the world, to expose him to the public, to humiliate him to the masses. He had also brought him there to kill him, to finish him, to end him.

He threw him on the ground, in front of a giant screen that displayed his face. He also activated a speaker, that amplified his voice. He said, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the show of the century! The final showdown between the Green Goblin and Spider-Man! The ultimate battle between good and evil! The decisive clash between me and him!"

He pointed at Spider-Man, who was lying on the ground, barely conscious. He said, "Look at him, folks. Look at your hero. Look at your savior. Look at your Spider-Man. He's pathetic, isn't he? He's weak, he's broken, he's defeated. He's nothing, he's nobody, he's nobody. He's not even Spider-Man. He's just a man. A man in a mask. A mask that I'm going to take off. Right now."

He walked towards Spider-Man, and grabbed his mask. He pulled it off, and revealed his face. He gasped. He recognized the face of Spider-Man. He knew who he was. He was Peter Parker, his former colleague, his former rival, his former nemesis. He was the one who had outsmarted him, who had exposed him, who had opposed him. He was the one who had become Spider-Man, who had stolen his thunder, who had ruined his plans.

He was the one he hated the most.

He laughed. He laughed so hard, he almost dropped the mask. He laughed with joy, with triumph, with satisfaction. He had done it. He had won. He had unmasked Spider-Man. He had exposed him. He had defeated him.

He showed the mask to the screen, and said, "Behold, people of New York! Behold, people of the world! Behold, the true face of Spider-Man! Behold, Peter Parker! Behold, the man who pretended to be a hero! Behold, the man who lied to you all! Behold, the man who failed you all! Behold, the man who is about to die!"

The crowd cheered. The crowd cheered for the Green Goblin. The crowd cheered for his victory. The crowd cheered for his justice. The crowd cheered for his death.

The crowd was composed of Green Goblin fans. They were his followers, his supporters, his admirers. They were his army, his cult, his family. They loved him, they worshiped him, they obeyed him. They hated Spider-Man, they despised him, they wanted him dead. They were there to witness his downfall, his demise, his doom.

They were there to celebrate.

The Green Goblin looked at Peter Parker, who was staring at him with fear, pain, and disbelief. He said, "How does it feel, Peter? How does it feel to be exposed, to be humiliated, to be doomed? How does it feel to lose everything, your secret, your identity, your life? How does it feel to be me, Peter? How does it feel to be the Green Goblin?"

He paused, and then said, "No, wait. You can't be me, Peter. You can never be me. You don't have what it takes, Peter. You don't have the guts, the brains, the will. You don't have the power, the skill, the grace. You don't have the body, the muscles, the physique. You don't have the suit, the mask, the web. You don't have the Spider-Man."

He looked at Peter's body, and felt a surge of envy. He saw his muscles, his skills, his powers. He saw his suit, his shape, his fit. He saw his web, his fluidity, his elegance. He saw the Spider-Man.

He wanted him.

He said, "But I do, Peter. I do have the Spider-Man. I have him right here, right now, right in front of me. I have him in my hands, in my grasp, in my control. I have him in my sight, in my mind, in my heart. I have him in my soul, Peter. I have the Spider-Man in my soul."

He leaned down, and kissed Peter on the lips. He kissed him hard, deep, long. He kissed him with passion, with lust, with love. He kissed him with envy, with greed, with obsession. He kissed him with madness, with rage, with hate. He kissed him with everything he had, everything he wanted, everything he was.

He kissed the Spider-Man.

He broke the kiss, and looked at Peter's eyes. He saw his fear, his pain, his disbelief. He also saw his anger, his disgust, his defiance. He saw his spirit, his courage, his heroism. He saw his Spider-Man.

He hated him.

He said, "Goodbye, Peter. Goodbye, Spider-Man. Goodbye, my love. Goodbye, my enemy. Goodbye, my everything."

He stabbed him in the chest, with his glider blade. He stabbed him hard, deep, long. He stabbed him with force, with precision, with skill. He stabbed him with malice, with spite, with vengeance. He stabbed him with madness, with rage, with hate. He stabbed him with everything he had, everything he wanted, everything he was.

He stabbed the Spider-Man.

He watched as Peter's blood spilled out, as his breath faded away, as his life ended. He watched as his eyes closed, as his lips parted, as his body went limp. He watched as his muscles relaxed, as his suit loosened, as his web fell. He watched as his Spider-Man died.

He smiled.

He had done it. He had killed Spider-Man. He had killed Peter Parker. He had killed his love. He had killed his enemy. He had killed his everything.

He reveled in his victory.

He picked up Peter's body, and held it in his arms. He felt his muscles, his skills, his powers. He felt his suit, his shape, his fit. He felt his web, his fluidity, his elegance. He felt his Spider-Man.

He loved him.

He said, "You're mine, Peter. You're mine, Spider-Man. You're mine, my love. You're mine, my enemy. You're mine, my everything."

He flew away, with Peter's body, on his glider. He flew away, with his trophy, with his prize, with his reward. He flew away, with his love, with his enemy, with his everything. He flew away, with his Spider-Man.

He was the Spider-Man.

He was the only Spider-Man.

He was the ultimate Spider-Man.

He was happy.
 
Here's another one of Spidey vs. Doc Ock... This might be my new obsession, even more than generating images!
Spider-Man vs Doc Ock: A Rainy Night

It was a dark and stormy night in New York City. The rain was pouring down, making the streets slippery and the buildings glisten. Spider-Man was swinging through the city, patrolling for any trouble. He felt a sudden jolt of pain in his back, as four metal tentacles grabbed him and slammed him into a nearby rooftop.

"Hello, Spider-Man," a familiar voice said. "We meet again."

Spider-Man looked up and saw his nemesis, Doctor Octopus, standing over him. The mad scientist had a wicked grin on his face, as he tightened his grip on Spider-Man with his mechanical arms.

"Doc Ock, what are you doing here?" Spider-Man asked, trying to free himself. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to destroy you, of course," Doc Ock said. "You are the only one who stands in the way of my genius. You are the only one who can match me in intellect and skill. You are the only one who can challenge me. And you are the only one who can make me feel... this way."

Doc Ock leaned closer to Spider-Man, his eyes scanning his body. Spider-Man felt a chill run down his spine, as he realized what Doc Ock meant. He could see the lust and envy in Doc Ock's eyes, as he admired his muscles, which were visible in his skintight Spidey suit, soaked from the rain.

"Doc Ock, you're crazy," Spider-Man said, disgusted. "You need help. You need to stop this madness."

"No, Spider-Man, you're the one who needs to stop," Doc Ock said. "You need to stop being so perfect. You need to stop being so strong. You need to stop being so handsome. You need to stop being so... Spider-Man."

Doc Ock lifted Spider-Man up and threw him across the rooftop. Spider-Man landed hard, feeling his ribs crack. He got up, wincing in pain, and shot a web at Doc Ock, hoping to ensnare him. Doc Ock easily dodged the web, and launched his tentacles at Spider-Man, hitting him from all directions. Spider-Man dodged and blocked as best as he could, but he was outnumbered and outmatched. Doc Ock was relentless, and soon Spider-Man was covered in bruises and cuts.

Spider-Man knew he had to end this fight quickly, before Doc Ock killed him. He gathered all his strength and courage, and leaped at Doc Ock, aiming for his face. He landed a solid punch, making Doc Ock stagger back. He followed up with a kick, sending Doc Ock flying. He then webbed up his tentacles, immobilizing him.

"Gotcha," Spider-Man said, breathing heavily.

He walked over to Doc Ock, ready to deliver the final blow. But before he could, Doc Ock surprised him with a burst of energy, breaking free from the web. He grabbed Spider-Man by the throat, and squeezed hard.

"Nice try, Spider-Man, but you're no match for me," Doc Ock said, choking him. "I'm smarter, faster, and stronger than you. And I have something you don't. I have a secret weapon."

Doc Ock reached for Spider-Man's mask, and pulled it off, revealing his identity as Peter Parker.

"Peter Parker?" Doc Ock said, shocked. "You're Spider-Man? You're the one who's been foiling my plans? You're the one who's been making me feel this way?"

Spider-Man gasped for air, as he felt Doc Ock's grip loosen. He tried to grab his mask back, but Doc Ock held it out of his reach.

"Doc Ock, please, don't do this," Spider-Man pleaded. "Don't expose me. Don't ruin my life."

"Too late, Spider-Man, or should I say, Peter Parker," Doc Ock said, laughing. "Your secret is out. And so is your suit."

Doc Ock ripped off Spider-Man's suit, leaving him in his underwear. He then put on the suit himself, feeling the tightness and wetness of the fabric on his skin.

"Ah, this feels good," Doc Ock said, admiring himself. "This suit fits me better than you. It shows off my muscles, my curves, my power. It makes me feel like... Spider-Man."

Spider-Man felt a surge of anger and humiliation, as he saw Doc Ock wearing his suit. He tried to attack him, but Doc Ock knocked him down with a tentacle.

"Stay down, Peter Parker," Doc Ock said, taunting him. "You're no longer Spider-Man. You're nothing. You're a weak, pathetic, loser. And I'm the new Spider-Man. I'm the superior Spider-Man."

Doc Ock looked around, and saw a crowd of people watching them from the street. They were his fans, his followers, his supporters. They had come to see him defeat Spider-Man, and they cheered for him.

"Look at them, Peter Parker," Doc Ock said, pointing at the crowd. "They love me. They adore me. They worship me. They're my fans. And they're your enemies."

Doc Ock waved at the crowd, and they waved back. He then picked up Spider-Man, and threw him off the rooftop, into the rain.

"Goodbye, Peter Parker," Doc Ock said, smiling. "And hello, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man fell to the ground, feeling the pain and the cold. He lay there, defeated, unmasked, and naked. He looked up, and saw Doc Ock standing on the edge of the rooftop, wearing his suit, and holding his mask. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, as he realized he had lost everything.

He closed his eyes, and wished it was all a bad dream.

But it wasn't.

It was a nightmare.

The End
 
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Spider-Man swung through the dark and stormy night, following the trail of destruction left by Doc Ock. He knew he had to stop the mad scientist before he unleashed his latest invention, a device that could control the weather and cause natural disasters. Spider-Man had faced Doc Ock many times before, but this time he felt a strange sense of dread. He wondered what Doc Ock was planning, and why he seemed so obsessed with him lately.

He reached the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse, where he saw Doc Ock waiting for him. The villain had four metal tentacles attached to his back, each one ending in a sharp claw or a deadly weapon. He wore a green jumpsuit and goggles, and his bald head gleamed in the lightning. He smiled wickedly as he saw Spider-Man land on the edge of the roof.

"Welcome, Spider-Man. I've been expecting you," Doc Ock said.

"Cut the crap, Ock. What are you up to this time?" Spider-Man said.

"Oh, you'll see soon enough. But first, let me tell you how much I admire you, Spider-Man. You are truly a remarkable specimen. So agile, so strong, so...fit."

Spider-Man felt a chill run down his spine as he heard Doc Ock's words. He noticed that the villain's eyes were fixed on his body, scanning every inch of his red-and-blue spandex suit. He realized that his suit was soaked from the rain, clinging to his muscular physique and revealing his curves and contours. He felt exposed and vulnerable under Doc Ock's gaze.

"What are you talking about, Ock? You're creeping me out," Spider-Man said.

"Don't be shy, Spider-Man. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have a body that any man would envy, and any woman would desire. Especially me."

Spider-Man gasped as he heard Doc Ock's confession. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Doc Ock was in love with him? How was that possible? How long had he felt this way? And what did he want from him?

"Ock, you're insane. You need help. I don't feel the same way about you. I don't feel anything for you, except pity and disgust," Spider-Man said.

"That's okay, Spider-Man. I don't need your love. I only need your body. And I'm going to take it, whether you like it or not."

Doc Ock lunged at Spider-Man, extending his tentacles to grab him. Spider-Man dodged and jumped, shooting webs at Doc Ock's arms and legs. He tried to get close enough to punch him, but Doc Ock blocked his attacks with his tentacles. The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows and insults. Spider-Man used his speed and agility, while Doc Ock used his strength and reach. They moved across the rooftop, smashing crates and pipes, and causing sparks and explosions.

Spider-Man knew he had to end the fight quickly, before Doc Ock activated his weather machine. He looked for an opening, a weakness, a way to knock him out. He saw a loose wire hanging from a generator, and had an idea. He shot a web at the wire, and swung it towards Doc Ock. He hoped to electrocute him, or at least stun him. He threw the wire at Doc Ock, but Doc Ock saw it coming. He caught the wire with one of his tentacles, and redirected it back at Spider-Man. Spider-Man didn't have time to react. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his body, making him scream in pain. He fell to the ground, twitching and convulsing. Doc Ock laughed maniacally as he saw Spider-Man's agony.

"Gotcha, Spider-Man. You're mine now," Doc Ock said.

He walked towards Spider-Man, who was lying on the ground, barely conscious. He grabbed him by the neck with one of his tentacles, and lifted him up. He brought him close to his face, and stared into his eyes.

"Look at me, Spider-Man. Look at your conqueror. Look at your lover," Doc Ock said.

Spider-Man tried to resist, but he was too weak. He looked at Doc Ock, and felt a surge of fear and disgust. He saw Doc Ock's twisted smile, his yellow teeth, his crazed eyes. He smelled his foul breath, his sweat, his blood. He felt his cold metal tentacles, his rough skin, his hot breath. He wanted to vomit, to scream, to escape. But he couldn't. He was trapped.

Doc Ock reached for Spider-Man's mask, and pulled it off. He gasped as he saw Spider-Man's face. He recognized him as Peter Parker, the young photographer who worked for the Daily Bugle. He had seen him many times, taking pictures of Spider-Man, or interviewing him. He had always ignored him, or treated him with contempt. He had never suspected that he was Spider-Man, his greatest enemy, and his greatest love.

"Peter Parker? You're Spider-Man?" Doc Ock said.

Spider-Man felt a wave of panic as he realized that his secret identity was exposed. He wondered what Doc Ock would do with this information. Would he kill him? Would he torture him? Would he blackmail him? Would he expose him to the world? He hoped that Doc Ock would just end his misery, and kill him quickly. He didn't want to suffer any more.

"Please, Ock. Just kill me. Get it over with," Spider-Man said.

"Kill you? Oh, no, Peter. I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to keep you. You're too precious to waste. You're my prize, my trophy, my pet. You belong to me now," Doc Ock said.

He kissed Spider-Man on the lips, forcing his tongue into his mouth.
 
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A couple more that got cut off just as they were getting good. :sob:

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Possible story:

The rain was pouring down on the city, creating a gloomy and wet atmosphere. Spider-Man was swinging from building to building, chasing after his arch-nemesis, Doctor Octopus. The mad scientist had just robbed a bank and was fleeing with a bag full of money, using his four metal tentacles to propel himself across the rooftops.

Spider-Man caught up with him and launched a web at his bag, hoping to snatch it away. But Doc Ock was ready for him and used one of his tentacles to block the web and another to grab Spider-Man by the leg. He swung him around and threw him against a wall, making him lose his grip on the web.

"Nice try, Spider-Man, but you're no match for me!" Doc Ock taunted, as he continued his escape.

Spider-Man shook off the impact and followed him, determined to stop him. He fired another web at him, but this time Doc Ock used two of his tentacles to catch it and pull Spider-Man towards him. He wrapped his other two tentacles around Spider-Man's arms, pinning him down.

"Gotcha, Spider-Man! Now let's see who you really are!" Doc Ock said, as he reached for Spider-Man's mask with his human hand.

Spider-Man struggled to free himself, but it was too late. Doc Ock ripped off his mask and gasped in surprise.

"Peter Parker? You're Spider-Man?" Doc Ock exclaimed, recognizing the young photojournalist who worked for the Daily Bugle.

Spider-Man felt a surge of fear and anger, as his secret identity was exposed. He tried to kick Doc Ock in the face, but the villain dodged his attack and laughed.

"Ha ha ha! This is priceless! The great Spider-Man is nothing but a puny kid who takes pictures for a living! How pathetic!" Doc Ock mocked, as he held Spider-Man's mask in his hand.

Spider-Man felt a wave of humiliation, as he realized that Doc Ock had seen his face. He wondered if he would reveal it to the world, or worse, to his enemies. He hoped that no one else had witnessed their fight, but he was wrong.

A crowd of people had gathered below them, watching the spectacle with curiosity and excitement. They were mostly fans of Doc Ock, who admired his genius and his daring crimes. They cheered for him, as they saw him unmask Spider-Man and humiliate him.

"Go Doc Ock! You're the best!" they shouted, as they held signs and banners with his name and face.

"Boo Spider-Man! You suck!" they jeered, as they threw rotten eggs and tomatoes at him.

Spider-Man felt a pang of despair, as he saw the hostile crowd. He wondered how they could support such a villain, who had hurt so many people and caused so much damage. He wished that someone would come to his aid, but he knew that he was alone.

Doc Ock looked at the crowd and smiled, as he felt their admiration and support. He decided to give them a show, and to make Spider-Man suffer even more. He lifted Spider-Man up with his tentacles and held him in front of the crowd.

"Look at him, my loyal fans! Look at the so-called hero who has been foiling my plans for so long! Look at his pathetic face, his weak body, his ridiculous costume!" Doc Ock announced, as he pointed at Spider-Man's features.

The crowd booed and hissed, as they agreed with Doc Ock's words. They insulted Spider-Man, calling him names and making fun of him.

But Doc Ock was not done yet. He had something else in mind, something that would shock and horrify Spider-Man and the crowd. He had a secret obsession, a hidden desire, a twisted fantasy. He had always been fascinated by Spider-Man's muscles, which were visible in his skintight Spidey suit. He had always envied his strength, his agility, his grace. He had always wanted to touch him, to feel him, to have him.

And now, he had the perfect opportunity to do so.

He lowered his voice and whispered in Spider-Man's ear, making him shiver.

"You know, Spider-Man, I've always admired your physique. You have such a marvelous body, so muscular, so toned, so fit. You must work out a lot, don't you? And your suit, it's so tight, so clingy, so revealing. It shows off every curve, every bulge, every inch of

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It was a dark and stormy afternoon in New York City. The rain was pouring down, making the streets slippery and the visibility low. Spider-Man was swinging from building to building, chasing after his arch-nemesis, Doctor Octopus. The mad scientist had just robbed a bank and was fleeing with a bag full of money and a sinister grin on his face.

Spider-Man caught up with him on the roof of a skyscraper, where Doc Ock had set up a trap for him. As soon as Spider-Man landed, he was greeted by a barrage of metal tentacles that lashed out at him from all directions. Spider-Man dodged and weaved, using his spider-sense and agility to avoid the deadly attacks. He shot webs at Doc Ock, trying to restrain him and his mechanical arms.

"Give it up, Doc Ock! You're not getting away with this!" Spider-Man shouted.

"Ha! You're no match for me, Spider-Man! You're just a puny insect, while I am a genius with the power of eight limbs!" Doc Ock taunted.

Spider-Man noticed that Doc Ock was not looking at his face, but at his body. He realized that his skintight Spidey suit was soaked from the rain, clinging to his muscular physique and revealing every curve and contour. He felt a surge of embarrassment and anger, knowing that Doc Ock was admiring and envying his body.

"Stop staring at me, you creep! You're sick, you know that?" Spider-Man snapped.

"Oh, don't be so modest, Spider-Man. You have a marvelous body, and you know it. You must work out a lot, don't you? How do you find the time, between saving the city and taking pictures for that rag, the Daily Bugle?" Doc Ock asked.

Spider-Man gasped, realizing that Doc Ock knew his secret identity. He wondered how he had found out, and how long he had known. He felt a pang of fear, knowing that his life and the lives of his loved ones were in danger.

"How do you know who I am? Who else have you told?" Spider-Man demanded.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out. But don't worry, Spider-Man. I won't expose you to the world. I have other plans for you. Plans that involve your suit, and your body." Doc Ock said, licking his lips.

Spider-Man felt a chill run down his spine, as he sensed the twisted lust in Doc Ock's voice. He knew he had to get away from him, and fast. He launched himself at Doc Ock, hoping to knock him out with a punch. But Doc Ock was ready for him, and blocked his fist with a tentacle. He grabbed Spider-Man by the wrists and ankles, and lifted him up in the air.

"Let me go, you psycho!" Spider-Man struggled, trying to free himself.

"Shh, shh, shh. Don't fight it, Spider-Man. Just relax and enjoy the ride. You're about to experience something you've never felt before." Doc Ock said, as he brought Spider-Man closer to his face.

He reached for Spider-Man's mask, and pulled it off, revealing his handsome features. He smiled, as he recognized the face of Peter Parker, the young photojournalist who worked for J. Jonah Jameson, the editor of the Daily Bugle. He had seen him many times, taking pictures of Spider-Man and his crimes. He had always wondered what he looked like under the mask, and now he knew.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Peter. You have such a pretty face, and such lovely eyes. And that hair, so soft and silky. You're a work of art, Peter. A masterpiece." Doc Ock said, as he caressed Spider-Man's face with a tentacle.

"Get away from me, you freak! Don't touch me!" Spider-Man yelled, as he felt disgusted and violated by Doc Ock's touch.

Doc Ock ignored him, and moved his mouth to Spider-Man's
 
Sorry for those uninterested in text posts, but I'm having so much fun exploring this aspect of Bing. I've found that if you ask it to describe a scene rather than write a story/fanfic, it does a better job, and also if you ask it to write the story in shorter pieces, you have better luck. Here is my current experiment:

Part 1:
Title: Envy in the Rain: A Closer Examination

The rain intensified, drumming against the Spidey suit like a thousand tiny fists. Spider-Man stood before Doctor Octopus, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His suit clung to him, revealing the contours of a body sculpted by heroism and adversity. The rainwater traced rivulets down his spine, over the curve of his shoulders, and along the powerful lines of his arms.
Doc Ock’s mechanical tentacles twitched, their sensors detecting every nuance. He had studied anatomy, dissected cadavers, and marveled at the intricacies of human form. But this—this was different. Spider-Man wasn’t just a specimen; he was a living testament to resilience and purpose.
“Spider-Man,” Doc Ock’s voice crackled, “your muscles… they ripple like coiled springs.”
Spider-Man’s mask hid his expression, but his eyes held secrets. “Strength isn’t just about muscle,” he replied. “It’s about heart, determination—the will to protect.”
Doc Ock’s tentacles extended, their metal tips hovering inches from Spider-Man’s chest. Rainwater dripped from their edges, pooling on the rooftop. He traced the seam of the Spidey suit, feeling the fabric yield to his touch. The suit was more than mere clothing; it was an extension of the hero himself.
“Your pectorals,” Doc Ock murmured, “dense and powerful. Your deltoids—their definition is exquisite.”
Spider-Man shifted, allowing the probing tentacles to explore further. They slid over his abdomen, mapping the ridges of his six-pack. Rainwater pooled in the hollows, emphasizing the tautness of his core. Doc Ock’s envy flared anew. How many hours had he spent in sterile labs, dissecting lifeless tissue? And here stood Spider-Man—a living testament to possibility.
“Your quadriceps,” Doc Ock continued, “like steel cables. And these calves…” His tentacles traced the contours of Spider-Man’s legs, following the curve of muscle down to his ankles. “Remarkable.”
Spider-Man’s breath hitched. “Doc, there’s more to being a hero than physicality.”
“But this physicality,” Doc Ock insisted, “it defies nature. You swing effortlessly, leap impossible distances. How?”
Spider-Man’s gaze bore into him. “It’s not just about the suit or the muscles. It’s about responsibility. About never giving up.”
Doc Ock’s envy twisted. He longed to dissect Spider-Man’s secrets—to unravel the web of courage and sacrifice. His tentacles hovered over Spider-Man’s masked face, tracing the contours of the jawline. “And your jaw,” he whispered. “Resolute. Unyielding.”
Spider-Man stepped back, rain streaming down his mask. “We all have choices,” he said. “Even you, Doctor Octopus.”
And in that charged moment, as rain and destiny converged, Doc Ock glimpsed the truth. Spider-Man’s strength wasn’t just physical—it was a symphony of heart, mind, and muscle. And perhaps, just perhaps, he could learn from the hero he once envied.

Part 2:
Title: Envy in the Rain: Unwanted Intrusion

Spider-Man’s breath hitched as Doctor Octopus’s probing tentacles shifted their focus. They slithered down his spine, tracing vertebrae and muscle alike. The Spidey suit clung to his backside, its fabric now damp and constricting. Rainwater seeped through the seams, chilling his skin.
“Doc,” Spider-Man’s voice wavered, “what are you doing?”
Doc Ock’s mechanical eyes glowed with a mix of fascination and envy. “Your lumbar region,” he murmured, “remarkable flexibility. And these gluteal muscles—dense, powerful.”
Spider-Man’s confusion deepened. He hadn’t signed up for this. His spider-sense tingled, warning him of danger. But this wasn’t an attack—it was an invasion of personal space. His muscles tensed, torn between swatting away the probing tentacles and maintaining the fragile truce.
“Doc,” Spider-Man said, “this isn’t—”
“—about strength,” Doc Ock finished. “No, my dear Spider-Man. It’s about understanding. Your body defies physics, yet it obeys the laws of determination.”
“But I—”
Doc Ock’s tentacles slid lower, mapping the curve of Spider-Man’s buttocks. The hero’s jaw clenched. He was used to grappling with villains, dodging bullets, and saving lives—not having his glutes scrutinized by a mad scientist.
“Your sciatic nerve,” Doc Ock continued, “like a conductor guiding symphonies of movement. And these—”
Spider-Man’s patience snapped. “Enough!” He twisted, webbing the tentacles away. “I didn’t sign up for a physical exam!”
Doc Ock staggered, his tentacles retracting. Rainwater dripped from their tips. “Forgive me,” he said, “but your body—it’s a marvel.”
Spider-Man wiped rain from his mask. “I’m not a specimen, Doc. I’m a person. And personal boundaries matter.”
Doc Ock’s envy flared anew. “You swing through the city, defying gravity. You’re more than a person.”
Spider-Man stepped back, his suit clinging uncomfortably. “I’m Peter Parker,” he said. “A kid who lost his uncle, who fights for justice. My muscles? They’re just part of the package.”
The rain intensified, washing away the tension. Doc Ock’s tentacles hung limp, defeated. “Perhaps,” he conceded. “But I envy your purpose, Spider-Man. Your unwavering resolve.”
Spider-Man sighed. “We all have choices,” he said. “Even you.”
And as the rain whispered secrets, they stood—two adversaries, bound by more than animosity. Perhaps, just perhaps, understanding could bridge the gap between metal and flesh.

Part 3:
Title: Envy Unleashed

The rain had ceased to be a mere backdrop; it was now a malevolent accomplice, whispering secrets of vulnerability. Spider-Man’s breaths came in ragged bursts, his senses alert. Doctor Octopus, however, had changed. His eyes gleamed with something darker—an unholy curiosity that transcended mere envy.
“Spider-Man,” Doc Ock’s voice was a serrated blade, “your strength is a gift. But gifts can be unwrapped.”
Spider-Man’s spider-sense screamed, but he couldn’t react in time. The tentacles—once mere explorers—had morphed into instruments of sadism. They slithered down his thighs, tracing the seam of the Spidey suit. Rainwater dripped from their tips, cold and unyielding.
“Your quadriceps,” Doc Ock murmured, “like marble columns. But what lies beneath?”
Spider-Man’s muscles tensed. “Doc, this isn’t—”
“—about strength,” Doc Ock interrupted. “No, my dear Spider-Man. It’s about vulnerability.” His tentacles probed deeper, mapping the contours of Spider-Man’s knees. “Your patellar tendons—their resilience is admirable.”
Spider-Man’s confusion turned to dread. “What are you—”
“—seeking?” Doc Ock’s laughter was a discordant note. “Answers, my young hero. Answers that lie beneath the fabric.”
The tentacles slid lower, over Spider-Man’s calves. Rainwater pooled in the hollows, emphasizing the tautness of muscle. But it wasn’t enough. Doc Ock’s envy had metastasized into something more sinister. He wanted to dissect Spider-Man’s essence—to unravel the very threads of heroism.
“Your Achilles tendons,” Doc Ock whispered, “like harp strings. And these ankles—”
Spider-Man’s patience snapped. “Enough!” He webbed the tentacles away, but they returned, relentless. “I won’t be your specimen!”
Doc Ock staggered, rainwater streaming down his face. “You’re more than that,” he said. “You’re defiance incarnate.”
Spider-Man’s mask hid his fear. “Defiance?”
“Yes,” Doc Ock hissed. “You defy fate, gravity, even death. But there’s one secret left—the most vulnerable part of any hero.”
Spider-Man’s heart raced. “What secret?”
And then it happened—the final violation. Doc Ock’s tentacles reached for Spider-Man’s face, their metal tips probing the mask. The fabric tore, revealing eyes that held too many burdens. Rainwater mingled with tears.
“Peter Parker,” Doc Ock whispered, unmasking the hero. “A boy who lost his uncle, who fights for justice. But justice has a price, doesn’t it?”
Spider-Man’s vulnerability lay bare. “We all have choices,” he said, his voice raw. “Even you.”
And in that moment, as rain and destiny converged, Doc Ock glimpsed the truth. Spider-Man’s strength wasn’t just physical—it was the weight of responsibility, the ache of sacrifice. And perhaps, just perhaps, he could learn from the hero he once envied.