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Heroes Drawn into the Vortex

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: JustaCritic

Lewd moans echoed through the room, the scent of musk heavy on the air, muscular bodies flexing and squeaking with sexually charged energy. A muscularly built houndour bit his teeth deep into the neck of the rubber clad latios, a moan escaping the smaller male, his crotch thrusting forward and his rubber bulge pressing tightly against the ripped stomach of the beastly houndour. "Yeah, bitch, take it!" the houndour growled, fire rippling out of the sides of his mouth as he slammed deep into the gleaming hole of his prey.

Standing back, an inteleon watched on with a smirk of pride, his hand tapping on the side of his muzzle absently, waiting for the show to be over. "So he won't remember any of this?" a tall arcanine asked, his eyes glinting with excitement, his pants noticeably tented.

"After my device is done working on Blue Streak, he won't remember a single thing, not until he is called upon to serve once more. Their memories are expertly locked away and downloaded into the appropriate device, their serving selves only active while they are in their Drone form." Vortex's dry commentary contrasted with the passionate fucking of the hero, his archenemy Black Fang enjoying himself greatly. This wasn't Fang's first time around the block fucking his enemy, far from it, Black Fang enjoyed putting on presentations for Vortex. The inteleon didn't charge him for his sessions as long as he continued to volunteer to be a show piece for other villains.

Thrusting his cock in deep, knotting inside of the rubber hole, Black Fang expelled a torrent of flame from his jaws, the rubber flesh beneath him glowing under the bright orange flames. Vortex and his future clients watched as the houndour tensed up, his muscled physique locking up as he came, his hands locked tight on the rubber thighs of his subdued lover. Silence fell upon the room as the last of the flames flickered out, embers dancing in the air, the only sound soon after were the deep pants of the canine villain. It took a couple of pulls, but Black Fang soon pulled out, his thick shaft dripping cum onto the floor below. He grinned in pride as he stared down at the glazed eyes of the latios, leaning down and smacking his cheek lightly. "I'll see you on the field again soon, Streak."

Turning away from the hero, Fire Fang started gathering his clothing off of some nearby hooks while Vortex's other guests either clapped or watched on in a mix of shock and awe. "Drone 86, please obtain the material and return that Drone back onto the streets," Vortex instructed a ripped Solgaleo standing nearby. The rubber beast bowed deeply, his glowing blue eyes containing a multitude of spirals within, a beautiful sight to the evil scientist. "When you're done, you may relieve yourself," the inteleon chuckled, groping the massive beast's rubber bulge.

"As you wish, Master," the hulking drone said, its expression never flickering away from pure obedience. He stood up and walked over to the still prone drone, ordering him to stand. Blue Streak didn't take a moment before he was standing, rubber rear dripping cum, his body gleaming with sweat. Very little of it was his own, Vortex tried to keep his products very clean, after all it was a good thing to remove any kind of filth or unenjoyable aspect, after all, this was for his clients' enjoyment. "Follow, Drone 36854," Drone 86 instructed before turning and leading the latios hero out of the room.

"How do you have such easy access to these heroes?" a heavyset bulbasaur asked, his eyes steely with suspicion. Vortex had dealt with plenty of villains by this point, and though his personal bodyguard and friend wasn't currently at hand, the inteleon never had some sort of defense far from hand.

Smirking, Vortex gestured for the group to follow him before clasping his hands together behind himself, his eyes locked in front of him though he was keenly aware of everything going on around him. Several sensors in the hall were tracking his movement as well as his guests', if any of them made a sudden movement, they would be dealt with swiftly, after all, he could always use some more test subjects that weren't just heroes. "Heroes are trusting, though they pretend to seem above the rest of the population. They have egos, large things that can be dangerous in a line of duty such as theirs. It leads them to have blind spots, and though they have spotted many deceivers through the years, I have been fortunate to be able to infiltrate their ranks. It's shockingly easy with my skills and expertise to bring them to heel, and it is through my methods that we've managed to keep the city from destroying itself through fights between heroes and villains."

"Sounds like bullshit to me," the bulbasaur growled, his tendrils writhing in irritation, though he'd yet to make any sort of threatening move towards Vortex.

"If you don't believe me, then please, let me assuage your thoughts. You've seen Blue Streak, a fairly mediocre hero, but one well known all the same. Let me show you something a bit more... special," he purred. They stopped before another room, Vortex commanding the window before them to go translucent.

A series of gasps echoed through the rank and file of his group, an evil and self-satisfied smirk spreading across Vortex's face as he looked into the room with the rest of them. Firestorm, a huge muscled charizard, kneeled upon the floor, body completely rubber, his eyes vacant and staring towards them. Standing behind him was the nude form of a greninja, looking at them confidently as he ran a hand down the side of the charizard's face. They recognized him as Black Sea, a famous villain in his own right who had gone up against Firestorm several times. His losses tended to be less flashy than others who the charizard fought, the greninja managing to get away several times without too much damage.

Anyone who saw him would know who he was, he was the largest charizard most people knew, as well as the rubber rendition of his superhero costume plastered on his body. Between his legs, his bulge quivered, the light reflecting off of the massive dome in the lit ambience of the room. "Hello everyone," the slimy tone of the greninja said, amused as he stared out towards the crowd of gathered villains.

"How?!" the bulbasaur snapped, "No one has ever defeated him!" His words were empty though, they could all see him, he was massive and ripped. Every angle of his body was lit by the light that had been strategically placed by Vortex to really capture his masculine body. His wings were spread to the sides, huge and gleaming, their normally sharp points dulled by the rubber. Drone 10000, one of his proudest pieces, and so very sexy he was. His chest was even marked with the number, 10000, centered right upon his chest. The number was equally notable as that was the estimated numbers of victories he'd accrued before Vortex had gotten his hands on the hero. An ample sign of his submission, of the drone's submission, it belonged to Vortex as much as any other drone.

"Oh, it has been defeated," Vortex chuckled, watching as the tongue of the greninja slid down the massive male's side, slipping under his large bound cock, cupping it possessively. "He just hasn't lost publicly. He may be the face of heroes in this area, and the city may love him for never having lost against a villain in public." He went silent for a moment as the charizard let out a deep groan, his voice rumbling, a small cloud of steam spilling out from his muzzle. "But here, I've tamed the beast, it is just another product to be sold to my many clients. When it's not out there saving the world, it's here serving the villains."

Silence followed his proclamation before all of the villains started to clap, even the bulbasaur clapping, albeit with a stunned expression upon his face. "When can I have a turn?" he asked, his tone dangerous.

"He's reserved for a few more months, but you can put your name on the list if you have enough to make the proper down payment. In the meantime, don't you worry yourself about the stock of heroes on my list. I have new drones coming in soon, and I can assure you that they will be a joy to lay with," Vortex chuckled, dimming the window with a snap of his fingers before leading his future clients into a proper office where they could sign up for his services. From behind them all, they could hear the growing moans of the dominated hero echoing off of the walls. This was a big part of the show, one of Vortex's preferred methods to really sell new clients on his services. More than that though, it was a little gift to a dear friend. Black Sea loved being able to put his personal nemesis into such a state, and it served Vortex well to keep his friend happy.

***

The city was as busy as ever, people walking through the streets, minds turned towards the everyday mundane nature of life. Crime happened throughout, some of it simple, small time thefts, the occasional robbery. Then there were those pokemon who sought to do bigger crimes, using their natural abilities to do truly terrible things. That's where the heroes came in, those pokemon who had devoted their lives to protecting the innocent. Scarlet Blaze looked down from the top of a building, absentmindedly hopping from foot to foot, the occasional spark left behind whenever he moved. "C'mon, something's gotta happen, don'cha think, bud?" he asked, his words fast, but not so much that he was unintelligible.

Nearby leaning up against a wall was a muscular luxray, eyes covered by a blue mask, his ripped body covered by the skintight leotard of a hero. "You've gotta be patient, Blaze, we can't always be hoping for crime to happen," the luxray chuckled, straightening up. "Though, I'll be honest, it has been surprisingly slow today." It was nearing noon and neither had seen much more than a few scuffles that they'd been quick to break up, if nothing else than to just break up the tedium of the day. They normally left the smaller work to the police, but hero work was at its most exciting when they were up against the villains.

Letting out a sigh, the cinderace folded his arms, looking a bit annoyed with the call for calm, but he had to let out a sigh and nod in defeat. "I guess... but c'mon, this is normally one of the busiest times of day. Heck, I'd kill just to help out with some sort of car chase." He hopped a few times, thinking about racing through the streets leaving streaks of fire in his wake.

"I know," Raging Thunder chuckled, approaching the edge of the building himself, staring out towards the city. "It'll come though, it always does, the villains can never wait for long."

That brought some peace to the excitable young hero, stepping back and letting out a sigh before smiling over at his friend. "So, how was your vacation? You were off for like, a couple of weeks. Crazy that you managed to pull some time off so soon!"

A surprised and mildly confused expression came over the luxray's face as he attempted to catch up with the conversation. "My uh... vacation?" he asked, looking a bit confused.

"Yeah! Firestorm announced it pretty suddenly, said that you and Flame Crescent were taking some time off. I guess you deserve it though, lord knows you were working your tail off. It was pretty scary though when Flame went missing for a bit," Scarlet said, his mouth running as his eyes continued to trace across the city below, keeping an eye out on any sort of crime.

The confused expression became oddly bland as the luxray's mind caught up with his colleague's words, his mind flashing to Flame, his blaziken friend and comrade. Memories attempted to resurface, but were smoothed over with a placid and relaxing mental vacation that he'd been recommended to take by Dr. Vortex. "Ah, yes, the vacation was very pleasant," he said, his tone a bit bland and vacant. "Have you attended your first meeting with Doctor Vortex yet? He is quite an amazing therapist." The words were rote and a bit off, but Scarlet hadn't noticed as he was too anxious waiting for something to happen.

"Who?" The rabbit tried to remember who Doctor Vortex was before he laughed, shaking his head and smiling wide. "Why would I go to the doctor? Dude, I love this job, I don't sweat the small stuff. There's plenty of other heroes who need it more than me." He looked to his friend solemnly for a moment before a carefree grin appeared on his face once more, "Now, why don't we move around a bit? Maybe the crime is just waiting for us to come to it!"

Raging Thunder's eyes cleared a bit as he blinked away the glazed expression, a smile coming to his muzzle. "Sounds good to me, let's go." With twin streaks of fire and lightning, the pair started bounding across rooftops in search of a proper crime to stop.

***

Vortex leaned back at his desk, sipping deeply from a cup of tea, gazing at a nearby monitor with a gleeful smile, his cock hard within the confines of his tight rubber suit. On the screen, a rubber luxray was getting railed hard by a sharpedo, the grunts of the water type pokemon music to the inteleon's ears. He'd been surprised at how popular the luxray hero had been, it hadn't taken long for the hero to become a favorite of his clients'. Vortex had been rather peeved at the luxray's attack on his home, but he'd been very easy to subdue, and the sheer shock and horror on his face when he'd realized the blaziken's identity. "Perfection," he breathed, closing eyes briefly to revel in the image and data.

"Doctor?" The voice jerked Vortex out of his reverie, thankfully he'd positioned his desk carefully enough that nothing would be revealed upon someone's entrance. After all, the villain didn't enjoy having to diffuse heroes in his regular office. It became extremely tedious when a dogooder tried ruining his perfect setup here.

Flicking off the feed and sitting up in his chair, Vortex saw that it was... he had to pause and briefly consult some notes on his computer to remind himself of the hero's name. Raging Thunder, the luxray looking a bit hesitant at the door. "Yes... Raging Thunder, please come in," the inteleon purred, watching as the muscled hero walked in shutting the door after himself. "How can I help you today? I trust your vacation was good."

At the mention of his "vacation", the luxray's eyes went glossy, his body shivering with a thrill. "It was... good, Doctor. I came in because..." He looked confused, not certain why he'd come in. "I don't..." His posture stiffened up, and from underneath his clothing a rubber sheen started to spread, his cock starting to bulge against his hero outfit with a dome-like appearance. "Master Vortex, it has come to this Drone's attention that Scarlet Blaze has no intention of coming to his therapy." His voice dropped low, the inflection of the luxray fading to be replaced by the dull drone of the Drone that it had become.

The quick shift in persona caused Vortex to harden up, his smile pulling wider, his hand slowly reaching towards his crotch before he forced himself to calm down. "So... your companion does not desire the release of therapy?" he asked, his eyes narrowing, his hand tapping slowly on the desk.

"He believes himself to not need it, but this Drone believes him to be in error. To come to your office is to find release." There was a small rise in the drone's voice, its body quivering ever so slightly.

"That's a lot of emotion you're showing, Drone 48602," Vortex said, his voice now vindictively icey as he stood up. The Drone before him flinched, the rubber spreading further over the fur, the individuality leaking out of the luxray by the moment. "Drones of mine have no emotion, they only serve," the inteleon sneered, grabbing the drone by his bulge.

"Drone 48602 lives to serve you, master," the drone said, its voice growing increasingly distant, body shifting more to rubber, its personality being overwritten by the one that had been programmed into it. Its body stopped moving entirely, the pulsing in its bulge continued, but it showed no sign of external personality any longer as its body turned to rubber completely and utterly.

Sniffing in satisfaction, Vortex reached up and slapped the side of the luxray drone's face a couple of times, the sound leaving an oddly thick note in the air. "Very good, that's what I thought. Now, your companion is clearly under the assumption that it is optional. But... I don't want the trouble of dragging him in... so I think it'd be best to have the patient come to us," The inteleon was speaking half to himself as he walked away from the stoic drone, the luxray staring forward, its eyes glowing steadily, programming running through its head. "Drone 48602, you will record this command and execute it as your hero persona. There appears to be a call at a factory downtown near the forest, you and Scarlet Blaze are to report there immediately. You will have no recollection of coming in here, you are dismissed."

Saluting immediately, the drone turned around, his every motion followed with the sound of squeaking, the light glinting off of his rotund cheeks. "As you say, Master." Its body already started to shift back, the transformation rather speedy, something that Vortex had figured out a while ago, but even now the speed impressed him. As he watched the round ass of the luxray leaving his office, Vortex knew that he would have to claim the hero's sweet ass next himself.

***

"What's going on there?" Scarlet asked, his face pulled into a smile, though his gaze was intense. He'd been on his way out for the day when Raging Thunder had rushed in to grab him, telling him that they had urgent orders to go to the factory at once. Of course, with the slow day they'd been having, the cinderace was only too happy to jump into action. That didn't belay the fact that this was serious, if they'd been called on to react immediately, something must be going on.

"I'm not certain, I just received a call!" the luxray said, his speed barely managing to keep up with the rabbit's own. Scarlet's legs were extremely strong, carrying him across alleys and jumps with no issue, while Raging Thunder had to work twice as hard to keep up. Still, the heroes were an impressive sight to behold, their minds set to the work before them. Raging Thunder was feeling oddly hazy though, he knew he'd been given an important task but... for some reason he couldn't recall who'd given him the job in the first place.

The busy parts of the city fell behind, and with the moon rising behind them it wasn't a big surprise that this part of town was more quiet. The occasional sound of canines barking, a few kricketune playing music, but otherwise this area was quiet save for the occasional pedestrian. "There it is!" Raging Thunder said, pointing towards the lone factory standing at the edge of the forest. The pair of heroes leapt from the rooftop and landed in unison on the ground, the pavement under foot giving way.

"Seems... quiet," Scarlet Blaze said, turning slowly to get an eyeball on the nearby area. There wasn't anything immediately suspicious, but he felt on edge nonetheless, the cinderace had the feeling that someone was watching them.

Raging Thunder nodded, his ears perked up, his eyes darting from side to side as they started towards the factory. He felt oddly excited about this job, though he couldn't quite place it, when he stared at the factory the luxray felt... welcomed. "We shouldn't enter through the front door," he said, eyeing the rather obvious large metal door.

"Didn't plan on it," Scarlet Blaze said, smiling before he leaned down and leapt with his impressive leg strength, easily clearing the metal door and landing on a ledge overhead. "C'mon, ya slowpoke!" he called down, then he looked forward towards a glass pane. Heating up one of his hands, his hand blurred as he sliced a circle in the glass, making a hole big enough for the pair to clamber through. "Watch out for molten glass," he said over his shoulder, then he slipped inside.

The two clambered inside, and then hopped down, trying to be as quiet as possible. The interior was dark, nothing moved, there was no sound. "This place is a bit eerie," Scarlet said after a long period of silence, the pair gazing around. There were a lot of boxes within, but nothing of real note, nothing that screamed "bad guys here".

"No kidding..." Raging said, though he barely heard what the cinderace had said, he felt suddenly very... distant. He didn't notice the sheen of rubber starting to slide up out from underneath his hero's uniform, nor the bulge starting to grow between his legs. Moreover, it was too dark for Scarlet Blaze to notice.

In the darkness, several other figures started to approach, their bodies squeaking ever so softly, their eyes locked upon the hero. "Hm... so who told you we need to come out here again, Raging?" he called over his shoulder, glancing around. There was no answer to his questions though, and a chill ran down his spine as he started to turn about. "Hey, Thunder, I'm talking to- what the hell?!"

In the luxray's place was a rubber version of himself, eyes glowing with spirals, his hero's uniform vanishing in place of its pure rubber body. "This Drone is not Raging Thunder, it is Drone 48602. It has been charged with the apprehension of Scarlet Blaze to process for its master."

Already the other drones were coming out of the darkness, and Scarlet felt his heart speed up as he tried to leap away. His legs lit up red as he tried to pull away, but what he wasn't expecting was the blue blur that smacked into him. A rubber latios slammed into his side, carrying him into a wall and knocking the wind out of him. "Drone 36854 recommends you stop before you injure your body," the drone said in a dull tone, its glowing eyes creeping the cinderace out.

"I don't think so!" the hero shouted, using his legs to push up against the wall behind him and push up with immense strength. The latios drone let out a grunt as it was knocked off of him with the sheer force of his leap, Scarlet careening towards the windows. He covered his head as he slammed through the glass, his mind racing with what had happened in moments. One second he'd been working with his friend and ally Raging Thunder, and the next he'd been turned into some kind of rubber man?! Either he was in an awful nightmare, or something terribly wrong was happening. "I have to get back to the others, we need to figure this out!"

Scarlet started racing away from the factory, but he yelped as something slammed into his shoulder with a painful poke. "Please don't leave just yet, we have work to do," a cold voice said, the owner of which stepped out underneath a nearby light.

The cinderace looked towards it to see an inteleon standing there with the shadowed figure of a greninja hanging down from the metal pole near him, a small tube clutched in hand. The inteleon was... vaguely familiar, someone who Scarlet had seen now and again. "You... you're the doctor..." he said, his body starting to feel heavy already as the tranquilizer was already starting to work.

"Indeed, and you're my newest patient," Vortex said, a sinister smile forming on his face as several drones stepped up behind him, their rubber bodies hulking over the more slight inteleon. "Now, why don't you take a nap, Scarlet Blaze? We have much work to do, and it would be best if you slept until everything was ready." Scarlet wanted to resist, but his eyelids were closing, and then the world went black as he collapsed.

***

The world didn't come back all at once, it came back in spurts, first colors here and there, then the smell of musk and rubber, and finally the sound of someone's voice. "You really can't stay asleep, can't you? We had to apply a few doses to make sure you were asleep for long enough." The cinderace's eyes slowly pulled apart, it was surprisingly hard, but he found himself lying on the floor bound before the inteleon... Doctor Vortex.

"You..." Scarlet managed, even that word feeling way too hard to say.

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry, the drug should fully wear off shortly. I really don't like having to mess with the stuff, but all of this has been rather tedious," Vortex said with a sigh, straightening up to look down at the hero. "Now, you do know that meetings with me aren't optional, don't you, Scarlet Blaze?" Vortex asked, leaning down, grabbing hold of the cinderace's chin and staring him in the eyes. "I am paid a sizable salary by having all of you heroes come to me, and what do I hear? You don't want to come and pay me a visit..."

"You bashtard," Scarlet slurred, his body still feeling off, his mind a bit hazy. What Vortex had said was true though, with every passing second he was feeling a bit more himself. "You... you did shomething to Raging Thunder and the others, didn't you?"

Vortex smiled wide, chuckling as he stood upright, Scarlet suddenly uncomfortably close to the outline of his cock in his pants. "Oh yes, I did, Scarlet. I did do something, and every single one of you heroes thanks me for it. The villains do too, though they voice their complaints about the necessity of it quite often. I provide a service to all the different super powered people of our city along with society as a whole, and I reap the rewards."

Scarlet looked at him in confusion, and a bit of trepidation as he noticed the amount of muscle bound drones there were nearby. Rubber men, all of them standing at attention, ripped muscled bodies, and large null bulges between their legs. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice feeling extremely small in this large room. He noticed there were conveyor belts, leading off into some odd machines, all of them moving with only the slightest background noise of their internal mechanisms.

"Eighty years ago, there was a big mess. Heroes got too full of themselves, started attacking villains when they'd barely done any wrong. It was a very big mess, it caused the people of the city to doubt who were the good guys, and who were the bad," Vortex said, his voice taking on a teacher's tone. He walked around the drones, touching them each possessively, groping some of their asses, some their bulges, but every single one of them he looked at them with a curator's gaze. "It was very nasty... and as such, villains took things into their hands. At the time, they took to reprogramming some heroes, making them act more... docile. It was to keep the heroes in line, you see, and that became a rather common practice."

The story of something happening eighty years ago was vaguely familiar to Scarlet, something about a villain hero war? It wasn't really told any longer, but apparently the villains had it well in mind. "It went on that way for a while, making heroes more compliant, and then... I came along. I brought technology other villains didn't have, mental tricks they couldn't achieve, and I became the head of the Hero Rehabilitation process," Vortex said, giggling madly as he wrapped his tail around the leg of Drone 48602, the luxray standing completely still with its arms behind its back. "I turned the heroes into what they really are," he said, pressing up against the muscled hero, stroking his chin. "Our bitches."

"You bastard," Scarlet hissed, his body starting to warm up, his rage helping burn the drug out of his system.

"Oh, don't you worry, Scarlet Blaze. I promise, all of these drones enjoy it, it's their purpose. They are our pawns, our toys, our slaves." This last word he groped the drone's bulge painfully tight, Drone 48602's legs momentarily going weak before it returned to standing perfectly straight. "You will too, and you will supply me with so much enjoyment and money. You see, not only do these Drones satisfy the villains, but their memories make for such great pornography. Find the right buyer, and you can make a mint off of them."

Before Scarlet could burst out of his chair though, a pair of huge hands landed on his shoulders, clutching him tight, and then picking him up right out of his seat. The bindings broke as he was lifted up, and when he turned to see who held him... his breath was stolen away. The charizard was rubber, but there was no doubt in Scarlet's mind who he was. "Drone 10000 deemed this hero to be too dangerous to stay restrained as he was, what shall this Drone do, Master?" It was Firestorm's voice, but completely monotone, devoid of any personality.

"Put him on the conveyor belt, 10000, let us not put this off any longer," Vortex preened, leaning back and watching as the charizard carried the cinderace towards a conveyor belt.

"No... please, Firestorm, you need to resist this!" Scarlet shouted, his heart beating fast, his eyes locked on the layer of liquid covering the conveyor belt.

"This Drone does not recognize that name," 10000 said, its face completely neutral, its posture never once breaking. "Now, you will join us in obeying our Master," the drone said, and tossed Scarlet onto the conveyor belt.

The hero vainly attempted to twist in the air, but it was no use, he landed on the conveyor belt and felt the liquid grab hold of him. It was so incredibly sticky, there was no chance of Scarlet Blaze breaking free. "I will destroy this! I will get out of here, and I will beat you, Vortex!" the cinderace screamed, building up fire already, planning on releasing as much as he could.

"Try if you would like, though do remember that my name is Doctor Vortex!" the inteleon shouted, his voice already starting to become distant as the hero was sliding into the innards of the machine. "Firestorm almost managed to break the machine with his heat... but 10000 is my proudest prize!" Then his voice was replaced with the growing noises of the machine, the interior of the machine starting to warm up, though it didn't affect the fire type much.

Just as he'd promised, Scarlet Blaze lit up the interior of the machine, releasing fire blast after fire blast, exploding heat out of his feet. Every strike felt good against the machine, but it was useless, the machine continued to pull him inside. From above, gallons of rubber fell down and started to pour over the rabbit, his gasps for air soon halting any attacks he could release. The hero's struggles grew weaker as the rubber coated him, causing him to sag underneath its immense weight, and the heat was only growing hotter. "I need to escape... damn it!" he yelled, though the words were muffled as the liquid attempted to escape down his throat.

The whirling of the machine grew louder, until Scarlet found himself underneath some sort of pressing device, not quite designed to crush him, but packing the rubber tight onto him. More liquid fell onto him, becoming hotter with every passing moment, the cinderace growing dizzy and nauseous as he couldn't manage to get a good breath. The heat was becoming intolerable, something that shocked him, though the hero felt delirious too with the constant movement and the pressing. His body was feeling weird, his flesh tingling, the rubber was starting to go away. Above the pokemon, the lights grew intense, glowing with bright blue light, the rubber being packed onto him... into him.

The process felt like it took an eternity, Scarlet laying there groaning as he was pushed about the interior of the machine, squeezed by devices, rolled around, and then finally he was deposited into a chute. He groaned as he struck the bottom of the metal trough, his body feeling... weirdly okay. From all of that, Scarlet knew he should be hurting, and yet he felt good... no, his body felt great. Like nothing could hurt him, he... he... the hero looked at himself and saw that his body was glowing under the light of the factory. "No..." he breathed, reaching down and touching the pure rubber there. "No, it can't be... I'm not..."

"Oh yes, but you are," Vortex purred, chuckling as he stood over the now rubber hero. "You're a drone, in body, if not in mind. Don't worry your pretty little head though, Scarlet Blaze, I can fix that. Though there's one more thing to be done."

From behind, a tongue lashed out and wrapped about Scarlet, his arms held tight against his sides. Scarlet attempted to run his feet against the ground in an attempt to build up some fire, but he was lifted far enough off of the ground to keep him from gaining any purchase. "What did you do to me?!" he wailed, feeling his power that he was so proud of escaping.

"I made you into my play thing," Vortex preened, and he pressed a special cupping device against Scarlet's crotch. The rabbit hadn't even realized his cock and balls had been hanging out, but he let out a long excruciating moan as the device compressed the rubber upon his crotch. "There we go," Vortex crooned, pulling away to reveal a large bulge where Scarlet's cock should be. "That's more like it," the inteleon chuckled. "Now, it's time for your training."

***

" Doctor Vortex is your Master, you will obey him, you are nothing without him." Scarlet had been thrown into a chamber, the walls all rubber, a visor placed over his eyes. Constant blue pulsing spirals in his gaze causing him to be unable to look at anything else, his eyes held open by the visor.

"I refuse!" the rubber hero yelled, attempting to bash the device against the walls. But the rubber just absorbed the impact, and the visor held on tight to his head. Nothing Scarlet did could loosen it, and there was a constant voice in his ears projected by the visor... or was it the room around him?

"You know, Raging Thunder didn't even need this treatment," Vortex said from somewhere nearby, his voice filled with amusement. "He submitted practically freely of his own will, gave into the Drone treatment, it was so easy. If you want this to go away faster, then all you need to do is submit. It'll be an easy transition, you can still be a hero during the day, and my property at night."

Trying to track the voice, Scarlet Blaze attacked at the location where he heard the voice, but just struck at a rubber mat. "You're lying!" he yelled, feeling the rage boiling in his rubber body... but it achieved nothing.

" You love being nulled, you will grow hard at the idea of being bound, and you will give into being brainwashed." The voice spoke to him, electronic, and somehow pleased with itself. Scarlet wailed as he dropped to his knees, whenever he clutched at the visor, it achieved nothing. He watched as the spirals went around and around, drilling into his brain, all the while Vortex's laughter rang about the room.

"I don't need to lie, hero! I've already won, what would it achieve? Drone 48602 is out here right now, and I'm fucking it. It deserves a reward for obeying me, for bringing you right into my hands. Isn't that right, Drone?" There was a certain huskiness to the inteleon's words, and an occasional grunting noise.

"Yes, Master. This Drone's only purpose is to do as you bid," the voice of a Drone said... no, it was Raging Thunder's voice.

"Stop!" Scarlet said, clutching at his head. But it went on... the sound of Vortex's moans, Drone 48602's occasional words telling the hero that it had done this willingly... and the constant electronic voice of the visor.

***

" Drone 48608, that is your name."

"No... it isn't..." Scarlet managed, he felt so tired, his headache, his bulge creaked. When had he started to become aroused by this?

" You are no hero, you are a drone to be used by the Master. Drones pretend to be heroes during the day, and belong to him at night." The word Master flashed an image of Vortex in the cinderace's head, he let out a small whimper, his bulge squeaking.

"He's not my Master," Scarlet grunted, shaking his head, hearing its body squeak... HIS body squeak.

" Heroes obey villains, this is the way the world works. This is why villains rule the world from the shadows, heroes are their drones." Scarlet nodded slightly, his eyes glazing over, memories of how many times heroes just so happened to fail to show up to court cases causing the villains to be released.

"Villains rule the world from the shadows..." it murmured, its voice starting to lose some of its tone, its hand starting to reach for the bulge. "No... I can't... I'm still me... I'm still..." What was his name?

" Drone 48608."

***

The room opened up letting out a wave of rubber scent mixed with musk, from inside the rabbit stepped out, completely quiet. "Who are you?" Vortex asked, the inteleon already knowing the answer. Scarlet had been in there for one week, and he'd stopped saying much after the fourth day. He'd resisted for quite a while, but after several attempts of playing recordings of the hero's old name, Vortex had been pleased to see the rabbit not respond to any variation of it.

"Drone 48608," the drone said automatically, its voice bland, its posture perfect, its musculature perfectly encapsulated in its rubber body.

"Perfect, you have some work to do. One week in solitary confinement loses everyone money and time," Vortex said chidingly, walking forward to grope the rabbit's bulge.

"This Drone will do everything in its power to make you happy, Master," the cinderace drone said, its tone never wavering, its gaze never moving.

"Very good, then follow along, Drone 48608. There is a Meowstic that has been looking to use my services for the first time, and you are free for the next week," the inteleon said. With that, the doctor started walking away, and the squeaks of his newest drone followed after. Already Vortex no longer thought about the drone as a person, instead it was just another asset to his growing stockpile of inventory. He would have to think about the next do-gooder he would bring in for "therapy", there were so many new heroes coming in every day, and every day he would have to remind them who was really on top.