Hello, Power Rangers fandom! There's a bunch of kink memes out there already, but none for Power Rangers. I have decided to start one.
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Sky had never considered himself to be an unlucky person. Ever since coming to S.P.D., Z had never thought of herself as particularly unlucky, either.
Which is why both of them protested loudly when they drew the short straws and were forced to dress in drag in order to go undercover to a bar where they were sure some illegal dealings were going on- drugs, weapons, information, maybe more. They were to go there to collect information, and if they were lucky, make arrests.
"I just don't understand why we can't pretend we're in drag," Z complained for the hundredth time. Syd was helping her put on her disguise, including binding her breasts and applying makeup to mimic facial hair so she'd appear at least somewhat flat-chested and boyish.
"Because we're pretty sure that whoever's running the place, and whatever criminals are regulars there, will be able to tell," said Syd patiently. "Nothing screams 'WE'RE UNDERCOVER POLICE OFFICERS' more loudly than people appearing in a drag bar not in drag."
"Except two people who aren't used to it and are very conspicuously out-of-place?" Z asked blandly, slipping into a pair of tattered black jeans, a loose white shirt, and a black work shirt over that. Her hair was drawn back into a loose ponytail. She tucked her morpher inside a pocket, just in case.
"It's the best we can do," said Syd, ushering Z out of their room and into Bridge and Sky's, where Jack and Bridge were helping Sky change into his own disguise. Both girls had to hold back snorts of rapturous laughter at the sight of the 6-foot-tall man dressed in stiletto heels, pantyhose over freshly-shaven legs, a long skirt, and a lacy blue top underneath which a bra containing fake breasts could be seen.
"Either if you so much as chuckle, and I swear you're going to regret it," Sky snapped, pointedly not looking at them or the nearby mirror.
"You look great," said Syd sweetly. Bridge and Jack helped Sky into a chair, both of them having to run out of the room to release their mirth while Syd and Z applied his makeup, smoothing his usually-perfect hair down and putting a long wig on top of it.
"Good luck, buddy," Jack choked out, doubled over and holding his stomach when the two disguised Rangers passed, slowly and arm-in-arm, as Sky could barely walk in his heels.
"Bofe of yuh," Bridge said, muffled by the fact that he'd bitten down hard on one of his own gloved hands to stifle his merriment.
"Let's get this over with," Sky grumped to Z. Their mission, however, went surprisingly smoothly- aside from the fact that both of them were getting hit on left and right thus had to pretend that they were a couple. Their night ended with their arresting a highly-wanted criminal by trapping him into attempting to sell them illegal anti-robot weaponry, though Sky didn't consider this enough to make up for having to dress as a woman. It was thus two exhausted Rangers who returned to the base, still disguised (though Sky had chosen to go barefoot rather than spend another moment in his heels), to give their final report to Cruger and retire to their respective rooms.
Z was unsurprised to find Syd still awake when she returned, but was shocked to find that she was feeling amorous- and even moreso that Syd wanted her to keep the boy-guise on while they fucked. However, once Syd's fingers were inside her, searching for and grinding her G-Spot, she didn't really care. In fact, she found it hard to care about anything except the fact that she was headed toward the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt.
When Sky got back to his room, it was to his chagrin to find that Bridge was still up, and more than that, that Jack was with him. He also hated that he allowed himself to be persuaded to keep the heels on... though if it made both Jack and Bridge happy, who was he to deny them? Especially because it meant getting fucked from behind by Jack while Bridge sucked him off.
Maybe drag missions weren't so bad after all. Perhaps it was even... lucky that they'd been chosen.
Which is why both of them protested loudly when they drew the short straws and were forced to dress in drag in order to go undercover to a bar where they were sure some illegal dealings were going on- drugs, weapons, information, maybe more. They were to go there to collect information, and if they were lucky, make arrests.
"I just don't understand why we can't pretend we're in drag," Z complained for the hundredth time. Syd was helping her put on her disguise, including binding her breasts and applying makeup to mimic facial hair so she'd appear at least somewhat flat-chested and boyish.
"Because we're pretty sure that whoever's running the place, and whatever criminals are regulars there, will be able to tell," said Syd patiently. "Nothing screams 'WE'RE UNDERCOVER POLICE OFFICERS' more loudly than people appearing in a drag bar not in drag."
"Except two people who aren't used to it and are very conspicuously out-of-place?" Z asked blandly, slipping into a pair of tattered black jeans, a loose white shirt, and a black work shirt over that. Her hair was drawn back into a loose ponytail. She tucked her morpher inside a pocket, just in case.
"It's the best we can do," said Syd, ushering Z out of their room and into Bridge and Sky's, where Jack and Bridge were helping Sky change into his own disguise. Both girls had to hold back snorts of rapturous laughter at the sight of the 6-foot-tall man dressed in stiletto heels, pantyhose over freshly-shaven legs, a long skirt, and a lacy blue top underneath which a bra containing fake breasts could be seen.
"Either if you so much as chuckle, and I swear you're going to regret it," Sky snapped, pointedly not looking at them or the nearby mirror.
"You look great," said Syd sweetly. Bridge and Jack helped Sky into a chair, both of them having to run out of the room to release their mirth while Syd and Z applied his makeup, smoothing his usually-perfect hair down and putting a long wig on top of it.
"Good luck, buddy," Jack choked out, doubled over and holding his stomach when the two disguised Rangers passed, slowly and arm-in-arm, as Sky could barely walk in his heels.
"Bofe of yuh," Bridge said, muffled by the fact that he'd bitten down hard on one of his own gloved hands to stifle his merriment.
"Let's get this over with," Sky grumped to Z. Their mission, however, went surprisingly smoothly- aside from the fact that both of them were getting hit on left and right thus had to pretend that they were a couple. Their night ended with their arresting a highly-wanted criminal by trapping him into attempting to sell them illegal anti-robot weaponry, though Sky didn't consider this enough to make up for having to dress as a woman. It was thus two exhausted Rangers who returned to the base, still disguised (though Sky had chosen to go barefoot rather than spend another moment in his heels), to give their final report to Cruger and retire to their respective rooms.
Z was unsurprised to find Syd still awake when she returned, but was shocked to find that she was feeling amorous- and even moreso that Syd wanted her to keep the boy-guise on while they fucked. However, once Syd's fingers were inside her, searching for and grinding her G-Spot, she didn't really care. In fact, she found it hard to care about anything except the fact that she was headed toward the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt.
When Sky got back to his room, it was to his chagrin to find that Bridge was still up, and more than that, that Jack was with him. He also hated that he allowed himself to be persuaded to keep the heels on... though if it made both Jack and Bridge happy, who was he to deny them? Especially because it meant getting fucked from behind by Jack while Bridge sucked him off.
Maybe drag missions weren't so bad after all. Perhaps it was even... lucky that they'd been chosen.
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