Horizon was a weird place.
The sort of city full of heroes and villains. These two groups clashed so often that some places had turned it into a spectator sport. Would the Destructionator beat Flux this time around or would he fall to her electrical hooves? Would the hoard of the Mook manage to get away with money before a magical unicorn flew down and smashed them into the streets? Sure, they were dangerous, wild, and completely unpredictable, but that’s what made these battles all the more interesting. What was better to place your bets on than the fight of those legends walking straight out of some old book and throwing hands in the middle of the road? It was everyone’s childhood dream come to life; smashing action figures together and arguing over who was stronger.
Just now with money riding on it.
“Okay, so.” BraveBunny landed on the ground in that classic and utterly inefficient three-point landing every hero seemed to love. “You look really familiar. Like, a lot familiar.”
As the out of towner stood up and flipped her golden hair back, she took a good look at her opponent.
“Hm. Do I?” the vixen gave a soft chuckle as she watched this new threat. “You certainly aren’t one I know.”
Queen… something.
That’s what she’d introduced herself as, just ‘The Queen’ and some mumbling. She’d shown up with a couple people dressed head to toe in this weird rubber gunk that served to make them look a little like herself. While this might not be the most uncommon thing for the local lunatics to have on their minions, at least in this weirdo city, there was something abnormal about the amount of technology pervading their uniforms. Erika wasn’t the sort of hero who could see through the glossy exteriors but she was picking up on how many strange things these drones
seemed capable of doing. Extra strength, reflexes, communication, the works. Everything she tried to do was accounted for, to varying degrees.
“Aw, that’s a shame.” the bunny smiled in that characteristic, buck-toothed way they were so known for. “Because I’m totally the best hero. You know, who doesn’t like an invincible bunny?”
The domineering anomaly winced as something crossed her mind.
“What?” BraveBunny didn’t waste time before leaning over and picking up a piece of debris. Re-bar, that would be useful for hitting these weird soldier things with. “Did I say something?”
“No, just…” the vixen shook her head to chase away some unexpected, sympathetic thoughts. “Memories of someone else. I’m sure you’re a great rabbit. And will be a perfect dr-”
Thunk
Hero and villain both paused in their usual banter to look down at the unbreakabun’s chest. Not because they were looking at her admittedly rather nice rack but at the glowing needle poking from the front to the back. The full two feet of luminescent ether pulsated where it protruded from her very core, threatening but beautiful at the same time. Tiny wisps of light came free of the powerful heroine’s body as she reached for the implement before realizing it didn’t hurt whatsoever and instead just wrapped her fingers about it. They slipped through the translucent material before trying once more to pull it out. A second, a third, several attempts as she struggled to grasp something which seemed to simply not be there.
“What is…”
“Ah, perfect!” a voice came from behind the flying tank of a rabbit, one cheerful and up-beat. Not quite as girly as Erika’s own nor as forcefully sinister as the busty vulpine woman across, but somewhere in the middle. Playful, energetic, but cocky. “I was waiting for you to stop moving.”
“Who…?” BraveBunny turned around slowly while still glancing at the befuddled villain. Apparently she didn’t expect this. Why didn’t it hurt? And why was she suddenly feeling so lethargic?
“Don’t worry about that.” the sudden snow leopard laughed a little as they walked closer, a hand waving in the air. A singular pulse of light traced through invisible strings for a brief moment and struck the very core of the rabbit heroine’s self. “It won’t matter to you for long.”
Whatever sense of foreboding was swiftly wiped away as this magical wave wrapped its unseen tendrils around Erika’s core self. Tiny ripples of space and time echoed away from her as the very concept of being concerned was stripped away in an instant. It was as if a hidden hand had simply erased that concept from the past and present to such a degree that she found it almost confusing that it would need to be said. Why would the pierced heroine find anything worrisome when dealing with such a perfect cat? They might have never met before but something about the feline was filling the bunny with a sense of abnormal, utterly calming peace. This should have been concerning but, as said.
That simply didn’t register.
“And you are?” the Queen frowned as something seemed off. She wasn’t being affected by whatever this stabbing attack was so she could be worried. A quick move of her hand sent the two drones at her sides to flank the approaching snep. He wasn’t doing anything too overtly evil as of yet but very well could. Stabbing a heroine was only so bad when you were trying to enthrall her shiny ass. That brought a wince to Zyla’s eye as she watched a little wave of fakeness work its way over the blue and red costume.
“Oh, me?” the yet unnamed cat gave a wave of his cape and sent it fluttering in the lacking wind. Of course this happened on a day where it was finally still. “Just a new villain on the block. I suppose you can call me…”
There was a pause as the feminine boy leaned in, hand moving to cup the bunny’s chin as he watched more of the rubber twist its way over her body. Tiny threads of synthetic material robbed her fur of its natural color and hid her organic self beneath the encroaching shine. Even her attempts to move free of his touch were laced with squeaking and creaking noises, the snaps of perfectly polished latex coming in contact with itself. Both villains could appreciate the sight of the light catching the folds of her rapidly objectifying body but only the feline could keep track of the hazy timeline of events.
“Ephemera.” he eventually settled on as the vixen struggled to keep track of ‘now’. “Again, it won’t matter for long. To you.”
BraveBunny didn’t listen to the talk so much as just stare at the snep. Her mind was far too busy unraveling at the seams to keep track of anything else. The moment to moment confusion of what she even was had become much more of a game to follow than fear, since that concept was gone. Thinking of herself as a rabbit for a moment before the word was crossed out and replaced with ‘bunny toy’ felt so strange until she remembered she’d always used that term. Being a manufactured puppet as she was meant that this was the proper way to think of herself. Even if she was that weird doll that could run around and fly and save the day, she was still a fake little nothing that…
Oh, she was just a doll. No more hero stuff. How silly of her to trouble her empty head with that!
“And why wouldn’t it?” the fox took a step closer as she watched this transition occur. It took a moment for the twisting of space and time to reach the dimensional traveler so she had just a little longer to remember what should have been. “It seems like you’re up to… something.”
Confused as she was, Zyla was holding to the knowledge that this was not normal. She might be unable to remember why this dollifying bunny was not meant to be this way but she could recall that it was a change. The sight of BraveDoll’s ass growing bigger as it became more and more inflated with latex was something she could briefly comprehend as unnatural before her memories wrapped around this change once again. A second of her outfit shifting to something more skintight before vanishing into her glossy skin was merely a moment of slight confusion before it settled into being right. The bunny was a naked sextoy, one that walked around the city and did… stuff?
“Because, Miss Queen.” Ephemera leaned against the doll and placed his chin on its shoulder. The big boobs pushed to his chest nicely as they grew to double in size. One finger went up to rub the ears and slowly shrink them down to a smoothing, rounding out head. “I wanted a new title and yours seems… right.”
Once more, the self-titled queen gave her forehead a rub as the memories of a bunny faded away. The past itself seemed to echo with the word ‘toy’ as the orb tail vanished into the smooth, fuckable backside. Whatever remnants of Erika had been there until now were simply erased under the onslaught of Ephemera’s power, scoured from the tome of history around the idea of a simple, generic toy. Its mouth became a hole to match the other entrances just as what looked like heavy boots molded themselves to its feet. Smooth spikes made it stand more in a sexual posture and would ensure any steps were spent swaying the rump enticingly, as if to ask everyone to be its next user.
And a barcode right on the jiggling ass cheek.
“I don’t…” the fox took a step back and was just about to order an attack on this new villain.
And then the needle found its way to her chest.
“You can’t…” The Queen of rubber foxes reached for the glowing spear as it clung to her flesh. Her fingers simply passed through the ephemeral weapon as she struggled to come to terms with how she was struck, with what this evil implement could be doing to her. So many questions ran through the otherwise non-combatant vixen’s mind as she let out a single command. “Drones, stop… stop that cat.”
But, as soon as she said it, time and space seemed to warp about her. The tools she had worked long hours to create stayed stock still in stark defiance to her orders. Their bodies didn’t move a single inch and no words of understanding were said. It was as if the quartet of servants had not heard the order. Not even been able to acknowledge the ruler speaking to them. Her utter shock at being so disregarded shifted towards confusion as her mind struggled to even come to terms with having said anything. It was so different, so difficult to parse the concept of the silence she had truly given.
Because she had never spoken. It hadn’t happened.
“Dear… queen.” Ephemera literally purred as he stepped closer, a finger running along the rubber-clad vixen’s chest. It sent shivers along the befuddled woman’s mind as she tried to fight back, like how… “Do you think I would let you so easily escape?”
Losing focus on the scene, Zyla looked across the street at the utterly featureless sexdrone. Some tiny bit of her still held onto the memories of a life that no longer had ever been lived. There had been a person there who would have fought against the influence running its course through her history yet now couldn’t. All that remained was the glossy, nameless, faceless piece of fuckable rubber that stood motionless before her. Its big tits and curvaceous ass swayed pendulously as it shifted in place, awaiting commands from the natural owner. Even the Queen had to accept this fact, that it was a mere mass produced drone for Ephemera.
“What…” she tried to speak but felt the words fail her. What was she trying to say? There just wasn’t enough there, wasn’t a sentence she could make nor a thought to string together. They all bled into a mesh of unknowing insanity as she struggled to know what was now or before. Time was such an illusion as the power cut through her entire life. “You…”
“Me.” Ephemera gave the chest a nice grope as he thought through his options. So many ideas of what to do as the details of Zyla’s past became fuzzy and indistinct.
“You know, you shouldn’t be ordering my drones around.”
“Yes, Master Ephemera.” the drones spoke in turn as their colors began to shift slowly.
Once again, the past and present melded together as she struggled to comprehend the drones. They had been hers, right? She had distinct memories of coming to this street to battle… someone. Someone who she couldn’t name. But a person. And that these rubber things had once been hers, made of stock collected in Horizon so she could try and overtake the city. Her lesser self, the heroic one, had often come to stop such attempts but never fully defeated her. These drones had to be hers, green and black and…
Why were they purple and black? And losing the vulpine features she prided herself on?
“Snip snip.” the cat walked around the rigid vixen and gave a grope to the butt. It seemed to deflate a little. Not like it got smaller, but just… lost some mass. “More of that past. You don’t need it. I wonder what’s left when you lose all your silly victories?”
Days and weeks of her life slowly vanished as the concept of ‘winning’ vanished. The battles in her own time of defeating and capturing heroes were replaced with stories of the cat doing the same. They never happened, not at all, but she couldn’t even put the idea of her own battles to words. Each one of them was briefly envisioned before erupting in flame, charred out of existence by the luminescent dart still held fast against her heart. It stung through the layers of what made Zyla a person and found true the core of her villainous life. Years of her past were sheared by this infernal attack, the tool which she could not grasp having already found more and more of her very identity.
“And all that is gone. Mine.” Ephemera pushed up closer now, his bulge pressed against what had once been a perfect ass. Its shape started to transform, adapting to the one against it. “Just like all my drones.”
The company. The slaves. All of the things that Zyla had spent her life gathering. Those things that had once held steadfast value against all attackers. Her jealously guarded hoard, a trove she had never wanted others to even so much as touch.
Gone.
Their bodies joined the others before her, inflating and growing in ways to make them more useful to the femboy cat who so rudely touched over her body. She could feel his shaft harden as the tits grew bigger and asses gained that excessive jiggle the horniest people wanted. Heels, smooth hands like mittens, even mouths that were little more than doughnuts meant for dick slurping. She could feel their purpose vanishing and their pasts remade into only what the feline villain wanted. The ties of fate that served to connect vixen and slave were cut away as if by metaphysical scissors. The strings fell to the wayside, curled up, and were simply gone.
Just a quintet of fuckable toys, breedable walking onaholes. Slaves to someone who was never Zyla.
She felt so empty as so many things vanished.
“That’s more like it.” the cat ruler whispered into the shiny vixen’s ear. When did she get so glossy? So rubber? Even moving was feeling harder by the second. Her thoughts had grown muddied as she struggled with reality itself. “Not much left in here, is there? So little of you, just some empty air. Not that it matters.”
Ephemera moved his hand and pushed it against the back of Zyla’s own. What remained of the once and never alive fox was shifted to liquid latex that now fused over the digits before solidifying again. The clothing the cat had worn before, the little leotard thing, vanished as he pushed ever deeper into the emptiness of the former queen’s frame. His body pushed the air out and replaced it with a sleek layer of latex, one that dissolved that unnecessary taint of emerald coloring. Over the wrists and joints grew the seams of expertly crafted rubber, marks that showed the highest quality of care yet the undeniable touch of a craftsman. Nothing to look too alive.
“That’s so much better for you. No more moving. No more acting. No more name.” Ephemera tapped the side of his head as the vixen features vanished along with the color. His massive tail filled out the latex with an excess of poof and the head became a perfectly fitted, feline shaped hood. “Who wants their gimp suit moving on its own?”
Gimp suit? I… a suit? The suit tried to think but couldn’t. Names were hard, gone, and erased. That inexorable and inexplicable longing for whoever it was meant to be slowly started to subside as the nothingness was filled with the movements of a twink cat. Even the idea of thinking and moving was becoming more absurd by the moment, exacerbated as the cuffs appeared over the wearer’s wrists and ankles.
Surely, a suit like it was meant to restrain, not move?
“That’s so much better.” the newly suited villain just ran his fingers over his chest. The last bits of his costume were losing cohesion as he found the outline of his bulge and stroked, letting it grow firm and visible. He could always modify that at a second’s notice, if he chose to. For less ostentatious moments. “A suit needs nothing but to be worn.”
Suit was losing itself, falling into the inky blackness of being an object. It realized it had no past when its owner reabsorbed the needle and instead grabbed one of the uniformly featureless sexdrones. The quiet street was the perfect time for Master Ephemera to push himself into the waiting toy and start using its overtly jiggly ass for his own pleasure. It didn’t moan, didn’t cry out like some wanton slut, but instead just stood and creaked as it was utterly abused by the incredibly aroused villain. The inward thrusts were enough to stretch both suit and slut-toy at once while pleasuring the bondage-clad cat for all he wanted. The friction, the scent, the very taste of all this rubber kept the victorious feline going.
Though the last dregs of the suit’s mind wondered what victory. There had been no battle.
The feeling of the cock-sheath rubbing against the onahole body was enough to start wearing away those last bits of who had become the suit. It was apparent that nothing truly mattered as it was used as a condom for a drone, both things owned by the villain. The well known drone owner was free to abuse his property, taking the minds and souls of those adjusted by his unknown power. They would serve no purpose other than the moment to moment pleasure and covering of their Master, their Owner. No purpose was acceptable beyond such a servile, mundane use.
“Gonna wear this for a long time…” he eventually groaned and arched his back, shooting his first load of potent reality-warping jizz into what had once been BraveBunny. Only he would ever remember the hero, the thing that he had made into a masturbation aid. “And others over it.”
Of course, the suit that replaced Zyla had no thoughts on the matter. Or anything, at all. It just clung to the cute snep’s body without question, without action or thought. No words, nothing but the creaks and squirks of latex against a body that deserved to wear it.
After all, why would a suit talk?