Conquered Earth: The Tyranny of Fur (Patreon)

The Earth Tribe explored further and deeper into the twilight cave of doom and met their fellow heroes. Sadly, Sazer Gorbion and Pisces were more interested in surrendering their souls to the supposed “kingdom of fur” than being heroes, even urging Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel to join them through brutal attack strategy!

Can the Earth Tribe heroes claw their way back into the light, or will they be trapped in fur suits like their friends?

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In the shadowy depths of the cavern, the Earth Tribe heroes faced their corrupted friends, Gorbion and Pisces, whose forms were now grotesquely trapped and deformed within the malevolent fur suits. The air crackled with tension as the Earth Tribe trio summoned their remaining courage and struck defiant fighting poses despite their minds being slowly ensnared by doubt.

"Come on, Gorbion! Pisces! You're stronger than this!" Tawlon shouted, his voice filled with the urgency of the moment. "We can break free from this darkness together!"

Tragos, his fists clenched in willpower, added, "Don't give in to this corruption! We can still be heroes! Snap out of it!"

Visuel, her eyes blazing with a fierce resolve, joined in. "You were once our friends and comrades! Fight back! Remember who you were!"

Gorbion and Pisces, their corrupted forms pulsating with evil energy, responded with mocking laughter that echoed through the cavern. "Heroes?" Gorbion sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "The Water Tribe was nothing before we embraced the power of the fur suits. Utterly pathetic, just like you."

Pisces's laughter took on a taunting quality, adding, "We were weak, just like the Water Tribe. Now we've ascended to something greater. Join us, Earth Tribe, and you too can savor in the glory of the furry kingdom."

The Earth Tribe heroes, undeterred by the taunts, continued to resist. "You're wrong, Gorbion! Pisces! This isn't the way to true strength!" Tawlon declared, his voice tinged with frustration.

Tragos, muscles tensed, urged them to reconsider. "This power is corrupting you! Remember the bonds we shared, the victories we celebrated together!"

Visuel, her claws unsheathed, shouted, "Enough of this madness! We won't let you succumb to the fur's darkness!"

Gorbion and Pisces, their corrupted forms now pulsing with an ominous glow, responded with a sudden bull charge attack. Their thick, deceptively soft-looking mittens swung with unexpected force, slashing through the Earth Tribe heroes' armor with a disturbing ease.

Despite the pain, Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel held their ground, their faces etched with a sense of purpose. "Is this the strength you've gained?" Tawlon gritted his teeth, feeling the impact on his chest armor.

Tragos's armor showed signs of wear, and retorted, "Your power won't sway us! We fight for justice, not your twisted kingdom!"

Visuel, agility undiminished, dodged a swipe and countered, "You may have fallen into darkness, but we'll pull you back into the light!"

Gorbion and Pisces, their corrupted forms seemingly intoxicated by the darkness, responded with a mix of arrogant boasts and unsettling moans. "You can't resist this power," Gorbion jeered. "The fur is ecstasy, the ultimate form of strength!"

Pisces's movements took on an eerie grace, adding mockingly, "Your feeble attempts at heroism are a joke. Embrace the fur's pleasure, like us."

As the battle raged on, the Earth Tribe heroes pressed forward, their every strike met with corrupted laughter and perverse enjoyment from Gorbion and Pisces. The cave echoed with the clash of metal and fur, the twisted dance of friends turned adversaries reaching a crescendo of darkness.

The dark, foreboding cave echoed with the sinister laughter of Gorbion and Pisces, their once-heroic forms now twisted and corrupted by the vicious fur suits that engulfed them. Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel stood their ground, their resolve wavering in the face of the overwhelming darkness that emanated from their former comrades.

"Come back to us, Gorbion! Pisces! This isn't you!" Tawlon's voice trembled with desperation as he pleaded with his corrupted friends, his words echoing off the damp walls of the cavern.

But Gorbion and Pisces only responded with mocking laughter, and their voices tinged with madness and malice. "Save your breath, heroes. The fur has consumed us, and soon it will consume you too!" Gorbion's voice rang out, filled with twisted glee.

With a sudden surge of ferocity, Gorbion and Pisces lunged forward, their movements fluid and agile despite the bulky fur suits that encased them. The Earth Tribe heroes braced themselves for the onslaught, their hearts pounding with fear and willpower.

The fur-laden claws of Gorbion and Pisces sliced through the air with deadly precision, each strike filled with the corrupting power of the fur. Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel fought back with all their might, their spandex-clad forms twisting and contorting in a desperate bid to evade the relentless assault.

"It's like fighting against a force of nature!" Tragos grunted, his voice strained with effort as he parried a vicious blow from Gorbion.

Visuel's eyes widened in horror as she felt the insidious presence of the fur creeping through her armor. "I can't... I can't shake it off!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear.

As the battle raged on, the heroes were engulfed in ephemeral fur clouds that billowed and swirled around them. The thick, cloying scent of corruption filled their helmets, suffocating them as they struggled to maintain their focus.

"This... this isn't natural!" Tawlon gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he attempted to fend off the relentless assault.

Tragos fought with renewed willpower, his movements becoming more frantic and erratic as the darkness closed in around him. "We can't let it beat us!" he shouted, his voice filled with defiance.

But despite their valiant efforts, the Earth Tribe heroes found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer force of the fur-suited onslaught. Gorbion and Pisces fought with a savage intensity, their once-noble spirits now consumed by the darkness that surrounded them.

As the battle reached its crescendo, the cavern echoed with the clash of metal against fur, the cries of the fallen reverberating through the darkness. Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel fought with every ounce of strength, but the fur's corrupting influence threatened to consume them all.

Ultimately, it was a battle of wills as much as it was a battle of strength and skill. The Earth Tribe heroes faced their darkest fears and fought against the encroaching darkness with every fiber of their being.

The Earth Tribe heroes, Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel, stood their ground as the corrupted Gorbion and Pisces advanced with evil intent. The once-familiar weight of their elemental weapons felt strangely elusive as if an unseen force conspired against their attempts to summon them.

Tawlon's brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to conjure the Bull Cannon, but his efforts were resisted. "What... what's happening? Why can't I summon my weapon?" he muttered, panic seeping into his voice.

Tragos, too, struggled with the Spiral Horn, his attempts to call upon its prehistoric might thwarted by an invisible barrier. "This isn't right. Our weapons should respond to us!" he exclaimed, his eyes darting between his corrupted friends and the empty space where his weapon should have materialized.

Visuel's attempts to summon the Lady Claw met a similar fate. A growing sense of unease replaced her usual grace. "It's as if the fur itself is rejecting our connection to the weapons," she observed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Gorbion and Pisces seized the opportunity, launching a relentless assault with their fur-laden claws. The Earth Tribe heroes, weaponless and vulnerable, found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. The corrupted duo moved with a calculated madness, their movements fueled by the very darkness that now enveloped them.

"Fear not, heroes! Embrace the fur's sweet influence!" Gorbion taunted, his laughter echoing through the cavern.

The candied scent intensified as the fur clouds enveloped the battlefield, clouding the heroes' judgment. The mere sight of their corrupted friends, now adorned in fur suits, sent shivers down their spines. Doubt crept into their minds, casting a shadow over their once-unshakeable resolve.

Tawlon, usually a paragon of bravery, hesitated in the face of the corrupted onslaught. "This... this isn't right. We can't let the fur control us," he muttered, his voice strained.

Tragos grunted as he dodged a fur-laden strike from Pisces, his movements lacking their usual fluidity. "We need to find a way to break free from this influence. Our weapons might be the key," he suggested, his mind racing for a solution.

Visuel, her Roc Wing Bow still refusing to materialize, felt a sense of despair creeping in. "We're losing ourselves to the fur. Our powers won't answer our call," she lamented, her voice tinged with desperation.

The corrupted Gorbion and Pisces pressed their advantage, their fur-laden attacks gaining momentum. The Earth Tribe heroes, trapped in a physical and psychological battle, struggled to resist the encroaching darkness.

As the fight continued, Gorbion's and Pisces' maniacal laughter intertwined with the noise storm of combat. The sweet aroma of the fur permeated the air, seeping into the heroes' very beings and clouding their judgment.

As the Earth Tribe heroes attempted to engage Gorbion and Pisces in physical combat, a strange and unsettling force within the cave hindered their every move. The mere sight and scent of the corrupted fur suits infiltrated the heroes' minds, creating a mental barrier preventing them from summoning their weapons.

Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel found themselves resorting to desperate hand-to-hand combat, their punches and kicks landing on the massive fur-clad forms of Gorbion and Pisces. However, the fluffy exterior of the fur suits seemed to have a bizarre influence on the heroes, subtly breaking down their resolve and leaving them vulnerable.

Tawlon threw a powerful punch at Gorbion, but an unexpected wave of softness and warmth enveloped him as his fist connected with the fur suit. The scent of candied sweetness permeated the air, clouding Tawlon's thoughts and making him momentarily lose focus.

"What is this...?" Tawlon muttered, his voice wavering as he felt an unusual sensation of comfort and pleasure. The once-determined hero sank into the fur suit's fluffiness, a low moan escaping his lips as his resolve waned.

Tragos and Visuel, witnessing Tawlon's strange reaction, pressed on with their attacks. They jabbed and kicked at Pisces, hoping to overpower the corrupted hero. However, the alluring scent of the fur and the seemingly endless softness of the suit began to erode their willpower.

"I can't... concentrate," Tragos mumbled, his usually steadfast demeanor crumbling. The fur suit, once an emblem of heroism, now seemed to wrap around him like a comforting embrace, clouding his thoughts.

Visuel, caught in a similar struggle, hesitated in her movements. The fur suit's influence tugged at her, whispering promises of pleasure and surrender. "This... it's too much," she groaned, succumbing to the alluring corruption.

Gorbion and Pisces, on the other hand, savored in the chaos they caused. Their fur-laden claws swiped with a renewed ferocity, fueled by the disarray within the Earth Tribe heroes' minds. As the heroes struggled against both physical and mental barriers, Gorbion and Pisces taunted them.

"Your resistance is futile!" Gorbion laughed maniacally, his wide grin hidden behind the fluffy exterior. Pisces echoed his sentiments with a sinister chuckle. "Embrace the fur! It is your destiny."

The once-unyielding heroes were trapped in a battle of conflicting emotions and physical struggle. The corrupted fur suits worked their insidious magic, turning the Earth Tribe heroes' resolve into confusion and pleasure. The cavern, filled with the scent of candied allure, became a battleground where the very essence of heroism clashed with the corrupting influence of the kingdom of fur.

The Earth Tribe heroes were entangled in a relentless onslaught of fur-infused attacks from Gorbion and Pisces. The taloned grapples and hugs of the corrupted Water Tribe heroes seemed to possess an otherworldly strength, overpowering the Earth Tribe heroes despite their best efforts to resist.

Gorbion's voice echoed through the cavern, filled with sinister glee as he taunted his adversaries. "Embrace the fur's grip! No spandex can resist its pull!" His words sent shivers down the spines of Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel, who struggled against the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and doubt.

Tawlon fought desperately to break free from Gorbion's grasp, his mind clouded by the corrupting influence of the fur. "Get... get it off me! I can't... I can't think straight!" he cried out, his voice tinged with desperation as he grappled with the unseen forces that threatened to overwhelm him.

Tragos, too, succumbed to the fur's insidious allure. The pleasure coursing through his veins threatened to erode his resolve, leaving him vulnerable to the relentless assault. "The pleasure... it's overwhelming! We can't fight like this!" he exclaimed, his voice strained with the weight of his inner turmoil.

Meanwhile, Pisces unleashed a series of fur-infused ground slams, each impact sending shockwaves through the cavern floor. The corrupted hero's voice resonated with malice as he basked in the chaos he had unleashed. "Let the ground tremble with doubt! Your spandex can't shield you!" he proclaimed, his words laced with contempt for his former allies.

Tragos and Visuel, caught amid the chaos, struggled to maintain their footing as the ground shook beneath them. The fur-infused attacks seemed to sap their strength, leaving them feeling helpless against the overwhelming power of their adversaries.

"We're losing ground... we can't let us... end like this!" Tragos shouted, his voice filled with resolve despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them.

Visuel's movements growing was sluggish under the weight of the fur's corrupting influence could only watch in horror as the battle raged on. "It's like... it's like I'm sinking... I can't move!" she lamented, her voice trembling with fear as she grappled with the realization of their dire situation.

As the Earth Tribe heroes fought desperately to resist the corrupting influence of the fur, the cavern echoed with the sounds of their struggles. Each blow exchanged between the opposing forces was a grim reminder of the darkness threatening to consume them all. In the heart of the cavern, amidst the swirling chaos, the battle for survival raged on, with the fate of the Earth Tribe heroes hanging in the balance.

The cavernous chamber echoed with battle remnants, the air thick with tension and the stench of impending doom. Tawlon, Tragos, and Visuel, their once-mighty forms now reduced to weary and battered warriors, stood on unsteady legs. The relentless assault of Gorbion and Pisces, clad in their grotesque fur suits, showed no signs of mercy.

As Tawlon surveyed his surroundings, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Gorbion's fur suit adorned with bunny-like ears. "What... what are those ears?" he questioned, his voice a strained whisper. The furry appendages swung with an unnatural agility, and Tawlon's instincts screamed a warning.

Tragos, despite his exhaustion, tried to evade the incoming furry onslaught. "Watch out! They're swinging towards us!" he shouted, but his movements were sluggish, and he found himself trapped by one of the furry ears. The sticky fur clung to his spandex-clad armor, seeping through the cracks and exposing him to the corrupting influence.

Caught in the furry embrace, Tragos felt the corruption spreading through him like a relentless tide. His will to fight dwindled, and doubt clouded his once unyielding resolve. "I can't... I can't break free," he gasped, his voice tinged with a defeated realization. "The fur... it's consuming me..."

On the other side of the battleground, Pisces' fur suit unveiled a new menace – a massive beaver-like tail that lashed out with surprising speed. "Look out for Pisces' tail!" warned Tawlon, but Visuel, her movements hindered by exhaustion, could not escape its trajectory.

"It's coming right for us!" Tragos shouted in desperation as the tail struck Visuel with a powerful blow. She found herself stuck to the sticky fur, helpless against the corrupting influence that seeped through her armor. "I can't... I'm stuck!" she cried, her once defiant spirit now replaced by a sense of overwhelming despair.

Tawlon, the sole survivor standing amid the chaos, witnessed the plight of his comrades with a heavy heart. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he grappled with the weight of the situation. The furry onslaught was unrelenting, and the corruption seemed to seep through every pore of his comrades' armor.

Gorbion and Pisces, their once-heroic spirits twisted into maniacal madness, basked in their fur suits' corrupting power. Laughter echoed through the cavern as Gorbion taunted Tawlon, "Your friends are no match for the power of the fur, Tawlon. Soon, you will join them in eternal servitude to the darkness."

Pisces added to the torment, his laughter chilling to the bone. "There is no escape from the grasp of the fur, Tawlon. Embrace your fate and submit to its will."

Tawlon, though wearied and battered, clung to the remnants of his indomitable spirit. "I will never surrender to the darkness," he declared, his voice ringing defiantly. "As long as light is within me, I will fight to free my friends from this unholy grip!"

Tawlon's defiant shouts echoed like distant cries. The corrupted rainbow fur beam bore down on him with an unstoppable force, a twisted kaleidoscope of malevolence that promised an end to his resistance.

Gorbion's voice reverberated through the cavern, dripping with cruel satisfaction. "Feel the power of the fur, Tawlon! There is no escape from its embrace. Soon, you will join us, and we shall bask in its glory together!"

Pisces's laughter echoed like a sinister melody, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "Your defiance is futile, Tawlon. Embrace the darkness within you. Join us, and together we shall rule over this realm as champions of the fur!"

Tawlon, his body wracked with pain and his mind clouded by confusion, struggled against the overwhelming influence of the corrupted rainbow fur beam. "I... I won't... give in!" he gasped, his voice a mere whisper against the din of darkness.

Tawlon's heroically armored suit flickered and wavered under the onslaught of the fur beam. Each pulsating wave of darkness sent shockwaves through his body, distorting his perceptions and fragmenting his once-clear thoughts. The vibrant hues of the rainbow fur beam surrounded him, creating an otherworldly spectacle that seemed to defy the very fabric of reality.

"No! I won't succumb to this darkness!" Tawlon roared, his voice strained against the overwhelming power of the fur beam. He fought against the pain, against the disorienting illusions that clouded his mind. But with every passing moment, his resistance weakened, his spandex-clad armor unable to shield him from the insidious corruption.

Gorbion and Pisces, their fur suits undulating with delight, watched with cruel satisfaction as Tawlon's struggles became increasingly futile. The corrupted rainbow fur beam had wrapped around him like a cocoon, trapping him in a web of darkness that sapped his strength and shattered his will.

Tawlon's vision blurred as the relentless assault continued. He could feel the corruption seeping through every inch of his spandex-clad body, an evil force that twisted his once-heroic essence into something unrecognizable. The cavern itself seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his fading heartbeat, a grim hailstorm of music playing out in the void.

Meanwhile, Tagros and Visuel, their hearts heavy with despair, watched helplessly as their comrade succumbed to the insidious power of the fur. "Tawlon, please!" Tagros pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "Don't let it consume you! Fight back, brother!"

Visuel's voice trembled with fear as she reached out to Tawlon, her eyes filled with tears of anguish. "Tawlon, we need you!" she cried, her voice cracking with emotion. "Don't leave us alone in this darkness. Please, fight for us!"

"I won't let you break me!" Tawlon shouted, though his voice now carried a hint of desperation. His body convulsed under the influence of the corrupted rainbow fur beam, his once-mighty limbs reduced to feeble twitches.

As the fur beam's intensity reached its zenith, Tawlon's armor cracked with damage. The heroically clad spandex that had once symbolized his strength and resilience now betrayed him, succumbing to the all-encompassing darkness. Tawlon's body convulsed one final time, a silent scream of anguish echoing in the cavern as the corrupted rainbow fur beam consumed him.

In the aftermath, Gorbion and Pisces enjoyed their triumph, their fur suits undulating with newfound power. The cavern fell into an eerie silence, the only sound the haunting echoes of a battle lost to the insidious allure of the fur.

***

The hollow chamber echoed with the sounds of corrupted delight as Gorbion and Pisces enjoyed in the victory over Tragos and Visuel. The once-proud heroes lay defeated on the cave ground, their spandex-clad forms now trapped by the thick, corrupting fur.

Tragos moaned softly, his voice filled with a twisted sense of pleasure. "Fur... so gooood," he whispered, his once-resolute demeanor now replaced by the mindless acceptance of the fur's allure.

Visuel, lying nearby, echoed his sentiment with a soft, "Yesss... f-fur everywhere..." Her agile mind, once sharp and focused, had succumbed to the overwhelming sensations of the corrupted fur.

Tawlon, battered and broken, bore witness to the tragedy unfolding before him. "Tragos! Visuel! Snap out of it! We can't let the fur take you!" His voice, tinged with frustration, echoed through the cavern, a desperate plea to reach his corrupted teammates.

Tawlon, battered and broken, clung to his sanity with desperate sense of purpose. The spandex-clad hero, adorned in his heroic armor and helmet, struggled against the overwhelming force of the corrupted rainbow fur beam. His body, covered in sweat and bruises, contorted with the last shreds of his willpower.

Gorbion and Pisces, the evil fur-suited duo, approached him with maniacal grins. The thick fur paw mittens, oozing with corrupting power, were snugged onto Tawlon's hands. The moment the corrupted fur made contact with his gloved hands, an explosive surge of energy coursed through him.

Tawlon's mind, already hanging by a thread, couldn't withstand the raw power of the fur corruption. His eyes turned into vacant orbs of white, and a drooling, gaping mouth replaced the once-commanding visage. His mind shattered into fragments, destroyed by the relentless assault of the fur's influence.

Stuttering disbelief mingled with a loud scream as Tawlon felt the corrupting essence seeping through his heroically armored suit. The colors of the rainbow beam distorted his vision, and he clutched his helmet in a futile attempt to shield himself from the overwhelming assault. "N-no! This can't be happening! We're Gransazers, defenders of humanity!"

Tragos was caught in his own struggle and added a new layer of desperate dialogue. "Tawlon! I can't... ungh... hold on much longer! The fur... it's taking everything! The smell is so sweeeet!"

"Tragos! Visuel! Help!" Tawlon's scream echoed through the cavern, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. The fur beam's influence had reached its zenith, and the once-mighty leader found himself dominated by its mesmerizing grip.

As the fur beam took hold, Tawlon's screams intensified, reaching a fevered pitch of desperation. Each garbled cry was a desperate plea for release, for the restoration of sanity. "I can't... ARGH... resist this! What is happening?!" His voice, once commanding, now wavered in disbelief as the corruption seeped through his heroically armored suit.

A loud, stuttering scream erupted from Tawlon's lips as he felt the fur's corrupting essence seeping through every fiber of his being. "I-I'm a hero! I'm a hero!" he repeated like a broken record, his voice strained and distorted, a pitiful echo of the once-mighty leader.

Visuel's voice joined the cacophony of despair, her cries echoing through the cavern with heart-wrenching intensity. "Tawlon! Help us! Please!" Laced with desperation, her words hung heavy in the air, a haunting reminder of their shared struggle against the encroaching darkness.

Gorbion and Pisces, their minds lost to the fur's corruption, watched the scene unfold with maniacal giggles and unnatural broad smiles. "Look at him go! The hero can't resist the fur's embrace," Gorbion cackled, his voice a distorted clamor of madness.

Pisces joined in the corrupted laughter, her words flowing with unrestrained delight. "He'll join us soon in the kingdom of fur. New friends, new pleasures!" The once-heroic pair enjoyed the despair of their former comrade, knowing that Tawlon's resistance was futile against the all-encompassing power of the corrupted rainbow fur beam.

Gorbion giggled in agreement with his frantic words laced with an eerie delight. "Welcome, Tawlon. Embrace the fur's hug. You're one of us now!"

Gorbion and Pisces enjoyed their triumph in the twisted display of corruption. The once-proud Earth Tribe team had fallen, and now, with Tawlon succumbing to the fur's influence, they would all become willing citizens of the kingdom of fur. The cavern echoed with their maniacal laughter, a dreadful noise storm heralding new members' arrival to the fur-covered realm.

Amidst the echoing laughter and distorted cries, Tawlon's broken-record dialogue began to warp. "I-I'm a hero! I'm a hero!" transformed into fragmented whispers of adoration. "I-I'm in the kingdom of sweet fur... sweet fur... fur..." His once-defiant declarations became an eerie chant, a testament to the complete erasure of his once-mighty mind.

The evil duo led the now thoroughly corrupted Tawlon deeper into the fur-covered, candy-scented realm. The remaining echoes of his struggles faded, and the once-heroic leader became another mindless resident of the kingdom of fur.