Ben 10 Porn Story: No More Heroes Chapter 1

This is Ben 10 Fanfiction without any of the original characters and some minor crossover here and there.

A/N: Dark: Most of the characters here are OC.
Light: nothing, for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is copyrighted on this story. But I owned the creative and innovative plot of this story, though.

Chapter1

Long before the pact between human and the alien was made, the legendary device creator, create a device that could be used to help the warring species understand each other.

The device was named as the Omnitrix, means All Form. It was created to provide a better understanding, but it was misused for weapon due to the incredible potential that some species.

The creator sent his creation away to the far away galaxy, where a small solar system, consist of nine planet and one sun was situated. But unfortunately, the fleet that carry that device was attacked by the most feared Warlord of the universe.

The Omnitrix was quickly ejected into the small planet called Earth, where a mere child found it. Many people would say: it was ironic; the most powerful device in the universe is fallen to the hand of primitive earthling snot-nosed child.

Well, the child does use the Omnitrix to open cans and break rocks sometimes and he also almost literally rip the universe apart by setting off the Self-Destruct Mode on the Omnitrix just because he didnt want to listen to his Grandfather advice.

The child however, uses the Omnitrix mostly for good deed. Even the creator agreed to leave his creation on the childs care. The child grew up into the world greatest hero. He unlocked the ten thousand forms of any known aliens in the universe and unlocked the device fullest potential. He may use the Omnitrix a litter carelessly when he was a child, but he was ready to pay for his mistake when he becomes the world greatest hero.

But later, he became worried about whats going to happen after his death. He asked the same question over and over again: whos going to take his place when he died?

He found his answer when his son turns ten of age. He made an exact replica of the old Omnitrix thats now attached to his own wrist. His offspring proved himself as a great hero thats perhaps a shade greater than his own father.

This becomes a tradition of the family. Each time the eldest child in the family turns ten, he would receive the replica of the Omnitrix. The original Omnitrix itself was lost when its original wielder died.

The seemingly frail line of heroes continued for centuries. Even the current Omnitrix bearer had admitted about the fragility of the line. The united government developed a special breed. The new breed would have the appearance of human being, but with inhuman capabilities that would substitute the Omnitirxs line when the line would be ceased. The Omnitrixs DNA bank was used in this project with the approval of its current wielder.

The project created hundreds of prototype, each with different power from one another. From these entire range prototypes, only ten was allowed to be perfected and would later be released into the societies around the world.

But, a year after the perfection of the project was started, the current Omnitrixs wielder died, before he fitted a new Omnitrix into his son. The world was thrown into mourning for three full years.

The orphaned boy grew into a seemingly perfectly normal child. But for some reason, the Elders of the Order of Galliray were afraid to look at the boys eyes and they never tell any soul about what they saw in those seemingly normal green eyes.

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Security Breach! Armed everyone! a man in a silvery uniform shouted to top the screaming alarm, The Prototypes Bridge is under attack!

A sound of muffled explosion echoed through the grim underground facility. The Vulpimancer (Wildmutt) squad was sent to hunt the intruder. As the best hunter on the universe, theyre certain that nothing is going to escape their keen sense of smell.

Vulpimancer are a race of alien that looked like a cross between a gorilla and a lion. They didnt have any eyes and relies on their sense of smell, hearing, and heat detecting to see. They had powerful gorilla arms and lanky, but powerful feline hind legs. Their body setups allow them to jump and run at a fairly high speed and made them fairly strong. The adult Vulpimancers had tails and stripes with longer fangs on both upper and lower jaw while the younger ones have wider, duller fangs jutting out along side their teeth on their lower jaw and lacked of tail and stripes. Vulpimancers smallest size was as big as 10 years old human children and they could grow into several times humans size.

The huge brown, furry creatures powered up their felines hind leg and powerful gorillas-like arms to smash the remaining wall that hold them from the massive room full of glass tubes. Theyre ordered not to damage any of the tube at any condition.

They held their eyeless head high and stretch their neck. At the same time, the gill-like slits on their throat flared to receive any faint scent and heat originated from any living being.

What they saw was green silhouettes that represent living and moving being against black background. Each tube had one green human-shaped silhouette so they ignored them. Their blind head constantly hitting some pipe as they awkwardly tried to walk on their hind leg.

Suddenly, a young Vulpimancer, a newly recruited member of the squad, and young because his tail hadnt grow yet, jerked his head to one direction and snarled loudly to warn his comrade, but it was too late. The next thing he knows of was a sea of dead bodies while his right supported an open bleeding gash and the tubes was ejected from the facility.

The shocked Vulpimancer touched one of his comrades bodies. Guilt and horror filled his mind as his shaking hands started to drag them away from the spot where they meet their death. Suddenly, the promise of honour in the military didnt seem to be appealing anymore.

Before the reinforcement arrived, he had left the facility. Looking for a better place for him and a place where he could be finally free from his guilt and horror.

But the damage caused by the intruder was fatal. The prototypes of special being were sent all over the world therefore, it would be impossible to retrieve them back because once the prototype is activated; the only thing to deactivate them was to kill them.

And the prototype, no matter how artificially made, was still a sentient being that posses a soul and a mind. With this, the law of humanity protect them all.

The prototypes however, pose a severe danger if their power was used in the wrong way because most of the ejected prototypes are declared as dangerous due to their over-the-limit power and prowess.

This was going to take some people with the gut to sort the problem out.

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A young Vulpimancer paced miserably through the hot sun ray. The desert heat battered him mercilessly and stings his wound, which was started to opened again. His limbs were aching and sore due to days of walking. His shoulder armour plates and graves were worn out and rusted.

He scratched the ground using his black claws, hopelessly trying to find some moisture on the dry ground. He grunted in disappointment as his tongue tasted sand. Trying to dig deeper, but his arms were too sore for that.

He collapsed to the ground. The slits on either side of his neck flared and closed as he frantically tried to smell some water from beneath the ground. His species had adapted for their poisonous home world, but earth desert were not poisonous, it was burning.

He had thought that humans are weaker than his species due to the fact they needed a special equipment to survive on their planet.

But he was wrong, human were a tough species, tougher than he thought they were.

His consciousness was rapidly failing him. But just right before he lost consciousness was gone, his thermograph sense picked a group of living being moving towards him before his thermograph sensor went out.

He fell asleep for what he felt as an eternity. His senses come into an absolute stop and for the first time on his life, he felt lonely and afraid.

The young Vulpimancer woke up and found himself in a comfortable bed. His senses regained their usual keenness and started to feed him with silhouettes and directions.

He tried to get up from the bed but a pair of soft hand palm stops him from doing so.

Don’t move, youre going to open your wound again, a female voice said softly as she pushed him back to the bed. He growled to her, the senses only showed a silhouette of a long haired teenage girl.

Ive changed your shoulder plate and greaves, too. Its rusted and unsuitable to wear, she continued.

He touched the bandage that covered his wound on his right arm. The quills on his right hand didnt put any input to his brain, no doubt because of the bandage that seals them from the air.

He growled and decided to tear the bandages off from him. If theres some thing that Vulpimancers does not like beside foul smell and loud sounds was having his senses blocked out.

But before his hand could even reach it, the girl caught his hand to prevent him from tearing her handiwork.

You cant do that! Your arm need it to heal, she said softly, please, you had to…

The Vulpimancer does not care anymore; he let a roar of frustration and flared his thermograph slits to show his frustration. He tried to slash the girl with his left arm but he failed to do so.

He let an angry loose roar that would make an adult crawl back to their bed with teddy bear and sucking their thumb, but the girl didnt flinch. If he had eyes right now, he would have stared at her with confusion.

I understand that you don’t like to have your senses blocked, but your wound is more important than that… her voice trailed off. Through his thermographs sense, the young Vulpimancer could see that she was wiping something from her eyes, its jut for a while, okay?

He growled impatiently, but he obeyed her to lie back on the bed and before thirty minute passed, hes already asleep.

His wound took a whole week to heal and during those times, his instinct keep telling him to tore the bandage and run. Luckily, Vulpimancer wasnt a species of wild animal, theyre a sentient being with a shape of wild animal. He had a conscience that stopping him from obeying his instinct.

After his wound healed perfectly, his carer fitted something on his left wrist and started working on it. He tried to stay still as the girl worked on the device on his left arm.

…I thought that youre going to need this, so I fitted it to you, she said as she worked with the device, your current body isnt designed to withstand the desert, this device is a pale comparison to the Omnitrix…

The young Vulpimancer snorted in disbelief when the word Omnitrix. The Omnitrix was the greatest device in the universe and only a hand full of people know how to make it.

…My stepfather is a Galvan (Grey Matter), and before he died, he gives me the schematic of this device, the girl said, its only enough to contain one DNA, but it don’t have a time limit.

The Vulpimancer grunted questioningly to her as he scratched the back of his head using his hind leg.

Its done, you want to try? the girl asked.

He only nodded in reply. She made a final adjustment before she activated the device.

The device made a clicking sound when it was activated. It turned his life upside-down.

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Bellwood, United States of America

Bellwood often nicknamed as The Home of Ben Ten Thousand. Benjamin Tennyson, the first Omnitrix bearer and Gwendolyn Tennyson, Benjamin cousin and partner graves was located at a special graveyard that only high-ranking people from Bellwood may rest there.

Each year, there was a celebration to remember the day Benjamin Tennyson acquired the Omnitrix. There was also a celebration to celebrate the awakening of Gwendolyn Tennyson magical power. Everyone in Bellwood celebrated these two holidays with a great deal of celebration, except for one particular person who seemed to detest these two celebrations.

Each time other people went into the fair, this person grew more depressed and sad. This young person was supposed to be an Omnitrix bearer, before his fate was taken away from him in a faithful battle that took Kyle Tennyson life away.

Now Richardson Tennyson was just an ordinary person with an attitude problem. Unlike other teens, which preferred to learn the art of sharpshooting, he preferred to learn how to use swords and grew in to born strategist that could turn several disadvantages in to a great advantage. He could also tell what his enemy weaknesses are by just looking on how they move and stand.

He attends a school where the art of fighting was a compulsory subject. There are three branch of the subject: bare hand fight, sharpshooting, and melee weapons. The subjects become compulsory after the threat of war from the Ectonurite (Ghostfreak) Warlord. The Warlord had three species from the Anur solar system under his command and ready for an all out war on the United Government. No weapon could hurt an Ectonurite, the only hope of defeating the Ectonurite army lies on sunlight.

The only weapon that they could put a hope at was an ancient type gun called Gun del Sol, or Solar Gun. The gun, in theory, fire bullets of solidified sunray that could injure, and with any luck, kills an Ectonurite. The only problem was, nobody in the living memory could ever squeeze a single shot out of it.

Richardson watched as the war happened day by day after his father died. The war died down after four years of fighting and hadnt shown any sign of continuing…yet.

But Richard, as he usually called, turned a blind eye to the war. He couldnt care less about the war that could ruin the universe once and for all. If he wears the Omnitrix, his attitude towards the war wouldve been different.

He becomes an excluded person. Rarely anyone wanted to have any thing to do with him, least to be his friend. His only friend was an alien from a resented species.

The only thing he cared about was he and his only friend wellbeing. He does not care to what happened to anybody else.

I didnt have the power to stop this war from happening. If the universe is going down, so be it, he once said, they could plead as much as they like, but really, I. Don’t. Care.

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Matt, wait for me! a girl with long-dark hair panted. Her companion only shook his head as she clutched her side, youre running too fast.

The said Matt only shakes his head as he helped the girl to stand properly. He led her to a bench on the park, I don’t know what make me take you from your home, Ellie, but I do know one thing: you never travelled far before.

Sorry, I never thought that I would be a nuisance to you…, Ellie said sadly, I thought…

Before Ellie could finish her sentence however, Matt put his hand on Ellie lips, I see that one coming, he stared directly to Ellie blue eyes with his sharp brown eyes with a piercing glare that would send anybody else twitching.

Im going to change, he said as coarse brown fur started to creep on his hand and his leg started to twist in to a feline leg while his arm grew more powerful and quills started to sprout from the back of his neck and forearms.

The furs grew until in covered his eyes completely. His neck lengthened and slits appeared on either side of his lengthened throat while more quills sprouted on his back, neck and chin. His lips turned pitch-black colour and his bottom row of teeth grew bigger and tow of it turned to wide, dull fang.

Matt! Ive told you not to transform in public!

The Vulpimancer ignored Ellies angry outburst and motioned her to ride on his back. Ellie sighed and obeyed him.

I know you didnt like your human form, Matt, but can you please don’t change in front of public, Ellie scolded as Matt made his way from the park.

Matt only snarled impatiently as he made a huge leap which almost made Ellie slipped. Ellie grabbed his underdeveloped spines to prevent her from falling, if she did that on an adult Vulpimancers spines, her hand would be pierced.

Matt made his final jump to the roof an apartment before he settled to let Ellie slid down from his back before he changed back into his human form. He ran his hand through his brown hair before he sat besides Ellie who had taken out a map.

This town is called Bellwood, home of heroes, she said as she traced her delicate hand through the map, I wonder if we could meet the Tennyson family.

… I wouldnt want to meet him if I were you, Matt said disdainfully, the last of the Tennyson is just a selfish jerk that doesnt care for anybody else.

How could you say that?

Ive met him before, three weeks after his father died, Matt opened a water bottle and take a gulp or two from it, hes no more than a teenaged boy with an attitude problem now. I couldnt imagine how selfish he grown over the years.

Ellie fall silence for a quite some time before she closes her map and rested her head on Matts shoulder.

Im taking a rest before we continue walking, okay? she said as she closed her eyes to sleep.

You could at least not put your head on my shoulder, Matt growled disapprovingly, but Ellie didnt answer him. Shes fast asleep and holding into him tightly, a bunch of habits that Matt clearly despises: shes a deep sleeper and her hand always grabbed at something when shes asleep.

Its been three weeks since he acquired his human form, but its still feel strange to him. Before he turned in to a human by the device that Ellie attaches, he had never seen the world through the organ called eyes. It was a weak comparison to his senses, but somehow, he enjoyed it. He could see now that the world around him was a very beautiful place, although he still despises the lack of keen smell, touch and hearing senses, he started to enjoy the life as a human.

But he couldnt completely banish the part of him as a Vulpimancer, some part of him still longing for his old life as a blind mutt-like alien. He told himself over and over again about this: I could not live on earth society as a blind mutt.

Strangely, although he was physically a human, his body control as Vulpimancer remained the same. He could jump as high as four meter without putting any real effort and if he runs on all four, he could easily top a speeding camel even his feline reflexes stayed the same.

Hes now a human with Vulpimancers abilities and mind, not more, not less. He looks human, but he thinks like a Vulpimancer, a species that heavily relied on instinct to live rather than his intelligent. That would be a problem if he wanted to blend with humans without causing any suspicion.

Matt tried to pry Ellie finger, one by one and very carefully, because he saw that her fingers were so frail-looking, but look could be deceiving. As soon as her first hand come off, both of her hand shot up and grab hold of his whole body while muttering don’t leave, in her sleep.

Matt growled impatiently, this gonna take some time…

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Richardson Tennyson was an attractive kind of person for a fifteen years old teenager. If somebody that looked at him didnt count on his ruthless and icy glare they would see that he was most girl dream man. He was quite tall and athletic, black hair that come all the way to his back, sharp green eyes and other handsome features that seemed to be carefully chiselled from the best quality material by a prodigy artisan.

The only thing that drives people away from him was his cold attitude toward anybody except for best friend: Victor Valiant, a fifteen years Transylian.

His friend however, was his exact opposite. As a Transylian (Benvictor), he support a Frankenstein-like appearances: tall and bulk body with different coloured skin on some section, giving the impression he was sewn together from different parts, and three luminescent orb-like objects on his chest. He also has shoulder-length black hair and two thick generator rods sticking out on his back. He also wore a pair of heavy iron boots and glove and usually seen only in his black long trouser.

Now, Victor may have a scary and terrifying appearance, but his heart was made out of gold. He would help anybody that needed his help. But he was discriminated because his species was under a total control of the Ectonurite Warlord.

Well, almost under total control. Victor was the one and only Transylian that still defied the Ectonurite Warlord. He was still dreaming about the freedom of his species so he could show his best friend what his home planet looks like.

At lunchtime in their school, right after a Sparring Match between Richard and Shard, which Victor completely missed because he needed to run a favour from the principal. Victor was already saved a place for his best pal when the one he waited for crashed heavily on the table, face first.

Hey, are you alright, man? Victor tried in panic to make his fifteen years old fried sat properly only to have the said person crashed backward from his seat, hey, don’t fall on me now! Wake up!

Victor opened Richard long trench coat to found that his back was bleeding profusely. He didnt notice this earlier because the long trench coat he wear was preventing the blood from being seen. Victor also found some more sharp crystal shard on the edge of the wound.

Did you go against Ladrax on the Sparring Match? Victor asked as he hauled the bleeding frame of his mate to his shoulder as he found more crystal shard on his body. His oversized iron gloves really come in handy if you need to lift thing like this one.

Richard shooks his head weakly as Victor took the crystal one by one. The only thing that Victor despises from his best friend was he always lied about his injuries to keep anybody else from worrying about his health.

This was the third time he made an appearance with blood all over the place. First, he was wounded from something that suspiciously looks like a burn, the second time, he was bleeding from what apparently a vicious bite, this time, he showed up with crystal everywhere.

Victor waste no time to take him to the infirmary. Richard groaned a complain and told him he was all right and there was no need for any immediate medical attention.

Victor could hardly believe his ear when Richard mouth said that, no need? NO NEED? You little sword-wielding psycho! Do you know how much blood you lose?

Its just… a bit… of scratches… okay?

A bit of scratches? A BIT OF SCRACTHES? Victor yell could almost be heard on the next state, are you nuts?

The school nurse was a student handpicked by the school principal each year. The current school nurse was a girl named Lilia, Richards and Victors childhood friend. Everybody knows that her knowledge about wound and injuries were second to none amongst the students. But for some unknown reason, Richards body seemed to freeze when he saw her.

Lilia seemed to always avoid an eye contact with Richard, too. It was usual for everyone to avoid his eyes because of his ruthless and icy glare, but it was a bit unusual for them to act so timid and shy towards him.

Victor, what are…! and she fainted when she saw a blood-covered Richard. Although she was a school nurse, she had a fear of blood and often fainted when shes tending injuries.

See… what… I… meant? Richard breathed heavily, I… know… this… would… happen… if… I… come… here… in… this kind… of… state.

Thirty minute later…

Lilias handiwork managed to stop the bleeding. She also managed to take the remaining crystal shard from the wound. She made sure that there was no more crystal on his wound before she covered his wound using a smooth bandage.

Lilia didnt go to her class because the school infirmary needed her to be there until the school ended, so she watched the class she wanted to attend from the monitor and taking notes from the lecturing professor.

Richard saw a sad longing in her gray eyes. He could understand that, Lilia was chosen as school nurse for three times, imagine that you had to attend every classes through the monitor for three full years.

Richard maintained his icy stare as Lilia attaches another med-pack to his wound. Theyve sat in silence ever since Victor left them to attend his Mechanic Class.

Richard tried to stand, he was getting sick on sitting together with some girl at a closed room. He did a good job of getting up from the bed, but a very bad job on the getting our part.

Lilia quickly aids him, or at least tried to aid him. Richard would let her and he rested his hand on his sword hilt to keep her off.

I need to tell Victor something, he missed the Sparring match, so he doesnt know what hes up against with, Richard said before adding scathingly, beside, I don’t want to spend time in a closed room with you…

Why?

Richards icy glare turned into a very uncertain stare that stared back to her for a split-second, just long enough for her to see pass the heartlessness that always filled his eyes.

Would you stop starring at me? Your stare make my skin crawl, Richard stated matter-of-factly, if you wanted to help, just tell Victor this: Galvanic Central Eye.

Lilia smiled faintly, I know that you never change, still a born strategist that reluctant to give anyone any advantage…

I didnt change at all, Lilia, I never change.

The sparring match was about to start when Lilia turned up with Richards message. Victor, although he was an intellect kind of alien hes not a genius on code-cracking.

She met Victor at the back of the arena gate. The gate was a big slab of steel with motorized motor to pull it open. Usually, the only one allowed to be behind that gate was the competing students, but the school nurse got a special privilege so she could met Victor right before his match.

Victor scratched his head nervously, because decoding code is not his thing, why did he always give the strategy in code? Cant he speak normally like normal human does?

Lilia only shrugged sadly because she knew that Richard was a very bad case of paranoid. He sees enemy everywhere and hes afraid that his strategy would be used by a wrong person so he always put his tactic in codes and rhymes.

I know that Im up against a Galvanic Mechomorph (Upgrade), but what did he mean by Galvanic Central Eye?

A Galvanic Mechomorph was an artificial alien species created by the Galvan (Grey Matter) by an accident. Theyre a living liquid metal with the most advance nanotechnology robot that bound their liquid-composed body together. The nanomites, or so its called, also serves as their special power: the power to merge themselves with machines and control it as they like. You would recognize one by looking at them: jet-black back with green circuits lining along their black region of body and a pure white chest, belly, and other front body part. Their head support a circular green circuit lining that acted as their mouth and eyes.

The redhead could only shake her head again.

After thirty minutes of anxious waiting, the gate was opened with a heavy grinding sound. Victor stepped on the metal surface of the arena. The arena changed for every match so the competing students could learn how to fight in different terrain.

His opponent, GEO-1111 was a type of specialized breed Galvanic Mechomorph called GeoGalvanic. The GEOGalvanic have blue circuits lining instead of green and they also slightly bigger than the usual Galvanic Mechomorph. The GEOGalvanic specializes themself on controlling the surfaces they stand on, hence their name, as long as theres a metallic surface, they could control it.

Hello, Victor,: GEO-1111 addressed Victor with his usual computerized voice as he let his big hand made out of undulating substances that made up his body for Victor to shake, I would expect a great match from you,: as he said each word, his eye would emit a blue light.

Victor smiled confidently to GEO-1111, thats my line. GEO,

They took a distance before they took their battle stance. Victor spread his feet slightly and held his gloved arms in front of him as he charged the electricity. He also extended the thick rods on his back to amplify the voltage. The only thing that filled his face right now was concentration and determination.

But the charging was to slow.

Just a few parks started to fly between Victors generator rods when GEO-1111 melded himself with the metal surface of the arena. The black colour of his back was spreading like some kind of disease and in no time at all, the whole arena had become his body parts.

You got no where to run, Victor Valiant, GEO-1111 stated matter-of-factly before he shot Victor with a blue plasma laser, which effectively cancelled his charging process and washed out all electricity the Victor had accumulated, your charging speed is to slow, as long as I could abort the charging process, theres no way you could win.

Victor knew that the GEOGalvanic Mechomorph was right. If he couldnt charge fast enough then he would be dead meat-meat. Hes still got some electricity, only enough for three shots. He could not waste that three shot if he wanted to win, which he did.

The only thing he could put hope on was Richards strategy code: Galvanic Central Eye.

But what does it mean?

A/N: Phew! It took me a whole week to get this thing done and the server is slowly getting back up again.

Review would be very appreciated. I accept every feedback, even the most nastiest and heart-shattering critique and comment.