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Superheroes.

The word seemed a little corny, now that they were actually real. They were things to look up to in the comics, sure - people that always won, that would always strive past any adversity to defeat whatever evil awaited them. The idea was that anyone - no matter how ordinary, how boring their lives were - could step up to a new role and become a hero. A saviour of the people.

The reality of the matter, of course, was quite different.

Superheroes didn't simply come from nowhere. Vats of toxin couldn't somehow grant an individual the ability to break the laws of physics. Radioactive spiders, more often than not, just died of some variant of cancer.

But there was a way, scientists discovered. The nature of reality was such that its fabric was thin. It wasn't an idea that people liked - the thought that the very fabric of the universe could just shatter around you was, frankly, terrifying. No place was safe from it.

Of course, just because it was _possible_didn't make it a likely reality. There was a reason it had taken so long to be discovered - natural events were so few and far between that a tear in reality was unlikely to ever coincide with an organic creature. No, it was when a particularly energetic collision in a certain particle collider had imbued the scientists around it with powers that they understood.

It was hailed as a tremendous discovery, at first, and for good reason. Whenever reality thinned in this manner, the universe became briefly connected with another one - a reality drifting past our own, with physical laws that were entirely different. Somehow, these drifting realities left shards within each person it encountered.

Shards that people could use to their own ends. Superpowers, in other words.

And the world changed, albeit in a rather expected way. Superheroes, supervillains... they populated the world, slowly gaining a greater following as their numbers increased. As more people made use of the tears in reality, they became more commonplace, and civilians began receiving powers at random, too.

Perhaps the one thing people had forgotten to account for, in all their excitement, was the possibility of the tear opening up to a reality that not would have an effect not so easily controlled.

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Life for Drakov changed as suddenly and dramatically as it did for anyone that gained a shard of power. He'd been an ordinary dragon before - a rarity, sure, but not one that was particularly of note. He hadn't even been a particularly interesting fellow; the dragon was an accountant, and that was... pretty much all anyone knew about him.

The dragon lived his life a little like a robot. It wasn't that he didn't have the capacity to feel - he simply had no particular inclination to. He'd been like this even as a child, much to the worry of his parents.

He didn't have parents to worry about him anymore, though. So there was that.

Perhaps that was why Drakov so willingly embraced the power he was given. Anyone else might have made some passing attempt to fight the corruptive abilities of the shard he was given. Drakov... He simply gave in.

And for him? It was the greatest moment of his life.

It was the first time he'd felt true joy - the first time he'd felt like he had a purpose, beyond simply taking his place as another cog in the wheel of society. He'd been nothing before, more a machine or a puppet than any living person, but this?

This made him feel alive.

Which was why Drakov didn't protest as the flood of black liquid poured out of the portal that appeared before him. He smiled, even, the expression strange on his normally emotionless face - shuddered as the rubbery goo made its way slowly up his legs. Some part of him somehow understood that this was a necessary part of his abilities. The shard needed this suit to survive, and if this was what it desired...

Well, Drakov was more than happy to provide.

Anyone else who could have observed the sight would have found it rather creepy. A lanky blue dragon with an oddly blissful smile on his face, a wave of black slowly engulfing his form... It created a skintight, stretchy suit that emphasized every muscle he had and some muscles he didn't.

Drakov moved, and even that simple movement was ecstasy; the latex wrapped tight around his form, practically massaging his body with that simple step forward, and he let out a small, almost inaudible moan.

Do you want more?

He didn't know who had spoken, and he didn't particularly care. All he cared about was the suit that was now wrapped around his body; a hand moved to the bulge that had emerged on the front of his suit, stretching out the latex. He began rubbing it almost mindlessly, a glazed look in his eyes. "Y-yes..."

The black liquid coated his face, his eyes and mouth, merging with his body before it solidified into a shiny, stretchy substance.

Good.

---

That was the emergence of an entirely new supervillain. He didn't have a name - didn't even speak - but fighting him was an ordeal. The first heroes that encountered him had been particularly unlucky, and no one knew what had happened to them. Those heroes with precognitive or intellect-based abilities couldn't find out anything about this new villain, for whatever reason; every time they tried, a strange layer of black seemed to stretch over their minds, preventing them from seeing anything.

It was the first time anyone had proven immune to those abilities - and of course, it was quickly investigated. The Aegis - what the main body that governed superheroes called themselves - were, at least, intelligent enough to recognise this as a threat.

It wasn't just the fact that a villain they knew nothing about could have powers on the apocalyptic scale. The emergence of anyone who was capable of circumventing the powers of the precognitive heroes they had on their side was worrisome at best. There were some villains with similar abilities, certainly, but while that could create an interference of sorts, it generally wasn't enough to entirely cancel out a precognitive's ability... No, this development was worth sending out one of their top tier heroes.

Enter Vector.

He was one of the strongest heroes the Aegis had at their disposal. The wolf was a powerhouse in more ways than one; his physical body was built, certainly, with broad shoulders and powerful muscles that were only barely hidden by his fur. He was a textbook hero - a great image for the public, exceptionally strong powers, and a charisma that some people swore was a superpower all on its own.

His powers were certainly nigh unbeatable. As the name implied, he had the ability to control vectors of all kinds. The magnitude and direction of any force was entirely under his control; any punch thrown towards him he could instantly redirect to shatter the arm of his opponent, and any punch he threw had the force of an explosion behind it. It was a power he had to keep under careful control for obvious reasons, but had very few limitations when properly applied - though he was, of course, still learning how to properly apply them.

Still, he was the perfect hero to send out against the new villain that had appeared. He was nigh unbeatable, after all - what could go wrong? So it was that Vector was sent out the next time Drakov appeared. The latex-clad dragon stood in the middle of the crowd, that strange, unsettling grin stretching the rubber on his face. He wasn't moving, didn't even seem to be breathing. The people around him had backed away as far as they could, but he'd formed a latex dome around them - one that was surprisingly durable, and only stretched around attempts to get out.

Vector's arrival, of course, changed all that.

He reached out to touch the dome, and all at once a dozen forces pulled the material apart, ripping at it with incredible strength. There was a moment when the dome seemed like it would hold, where it simply stretched outwards like a bubble being blown - but there was an abrupt shattering as Vector's powers tore at the molecular bonds of the latex, shearing it apart.

"Hello," he greeted, his voice cold. The wolf had never been one for the one-liners others seemed to enjoy. He gestured, and the crowd around him scrambled to get away. A fight between two supers wasn't one anyone wanted to be near.

Drakov's head tilted at the newcomer, that odd smile flitting across his face again. "Ah. Vector. How... fitting, that they should send you out."

"I don't think I care about anything you have to say." Vector's reply was blunt - followed by a burst of incredible speed as he abruptly moved, closing the space between the dragon and him in an instant. An opponent he didn't know or understand wasn't one he could afford to underestimate.

"It doesn't matter." Drakov hummed easily, shifting in his suit - revelling in the feeling as the latex stretched over his scales, conformed to his body. It felt so very, very good... He could feel his cock starting to emerge from its slit once again, perhaps for the fourth or fifth time that day.

The space between the two stretched, somehow, much the way latex would - twisted so that when Vector stopped, he found himself right back where he started. The forces from his hand created a blast of heat and flame as the air was abruptly forced away, creating a vacuum and an explosion of pressure.

The wolf growled low in his throat, dark brown fur bristling beneath his suit. He didn't fully understand what had happened - but he was experienced enough to know that that only meant he needed to be all the more guarded.

"You are outmatched." Drakov seemed entirely unconcerned about the fight, going by the way he was fidgeting. Anyone observing him from the outside would wonder whether or not the dragon was even aware that he was in a fight; his fingers were trailing slowly up his body, rubbing at the latex, moaning softly as his shaft began to emerge and the suit began to wrap around it. "Mm... "

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Vector's voice was a low snarl. The wolf was flustered; he'd never been in this sort of situation before, never fought anyone that so blatantly expressed their sexuality like this. The fact that there was no one else around didn't help. There was a strange scent in the air, the scent of hot rubber and fresh latex, and...

...it was triggering thoughts he shouldn't have during a fight. Vector grunted softly, then dashed forward again -

• only to find himself once more back where he started, his punch creating a shockwave that didn't begin to touch his latex-clad opponent.

"Just... enjoying myself, of course... Mmph..." Drakov moaned softly. The latex seemed to wrap perfectly around his cock, making it tight and smooth and slick; Vector couldn't help but have his eyes drawn towards the aching shaft. "It's been... so long..."

"You're sick." There was a faint tremble in Vector's voice. "What are you doing? How are you doing this?"

"Just... stretching your mind, of course." Drakov let out a low rumble as a bead of precum made its way out of the tip of his cock. The latex trapped it, making the liquid flow down his shaft so that every little movement caused the rubber to rub against his flesh. "You can't say you don't enjoy it... I know I did."

"That's... that's ridiculous." Vector was sputtering, but he wasn't denying it, Drakov noticed. He stepped a little closer to the dragon lounging easily on the ground, hand casually stroking his cock. "You can't... that's not how our powers work."

"That's not how your powers work," Drakov corrected lazily. "Latex is just... a representation of my abilities. You should try it, really. It feel so good against my scales... Ah, but you have fur." He frowned for a moment, as though struggling with the thought - then just as easily smiled again. "Ah well. I can change that..."

"What do you mean?" Vector's voice was almost frightened. It was the first time he'd felt anything of the sort since he'd first acquired his powers. "Don't..."

Drakov waved a lazy hand in the wolf's direction. "It's fine, it's fine... Just... Ooh, let me finish..." The dragon's head rolled back a bit, heavy breaths leaving him as he began to stroke harder, faster. The wolf couldn't help but watch; he wasn't sure what it was, but he could barely tear his eyes away. There was a part of his mind that whispered to him, told him to join in and help...

But that wasn't him, surely. Was it?

"You're... doing something." Vector struggled, trying to clear his head; he shook his head a few times, but that didn't seem to work. His tail flicked about in the air, expressing his panic where he could not, but... was it just him, or was the tail a little shorter?

"Of course, of course..." The dragon gave Vector a little smile, his hand squeezing and stroking gently along his shaft. "Can't have you stay the way you are, can we? You could be so much more... interesting."

"What do you mean by that?" Vector had meant for his words to come out as a demand, but they were more of a whimper than anything else - and he wasn't sure whether it was a whimper of fear or a whimper of need. Drakov had said something about stretching his mind, about his power being largely conceptual. He wasn't sure what he meant, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.

For one thing, his fur seemed to be receding into his body.

"Please... stop." Vector shook his head, trying to focus.

Drakov sighed softly, getting up from his position on the ground. He smiled at his opponent, bringing one latex-clad hand up to the wolf's face, caressing his jaw. His cock throbbed untended between his legs, and his voice was strangely caring when he spoke. "You won't want me to, soon enough," he said. He dragged a claw through the wolf's costume, cutting easily through the spandex - and easy thing to do, without Vector resisting.

"What are you..." Vector's voice failed him as he did so, somehow mesmerized by the sight of his own fur. It was slowly disappearing, somehow pulled back into his skin. He should have been afraid, he thought, but he couldn't bring himself to feel the emotion.

"You are a beautiful wolf," was Drakov's only response. He smiled as he trailed his fingers through Vector's fading fur, following the curve of his muscle and drawing a confused little moan from his pet. "But you'll make an even better servant, crafted in my image..."

"In your... image?" Vector's voice was drowsy. He should be afraid, he knew, but he couldn't quite remember why anymore. He tried to push himself back, to use his powers - but he couldn't seem to access his abilities.

"Maybe not quite as strong." Drakov chuckled, his claws quickly finding Vector's semi-hard shaft. He massaged the wolf slowly, not quite forcing it, and Vector shivered in his arms. The hero looked up at him in a way that was almost cute - a little confused, a little relaxed. His powers were working, he knew, stretching the wolf's mind to his own whims and desires... and doing the same to his body. "You don't need to be a dragon, do you? Just a nice little servile kobold..."

"A nice... kobold..." Vector seemed a little dazed. "Wh... That's not... "

"That is," Drakov insisted gently, massaging the wolf's cock. "Don't think about why it sounds wrong, hm? Focus on my voice... Focus on how good it feels to obey..."

"Feels... good..." Vector's reply was a low mumble. He tried calling his powers again, but they seemed distant at best - like they had belonged to someone else, long ago. Besides, why was he trying to resist? He couldn't even remember. This was fine, surely; the gentleman in front of him was only trying to make him feel good...

"That's right." Drakov smiled at him, making the wolf smile back in a daze. "You like that, don't you? There's nothing wrong with this."

"Nothing wrong..." A low whimper as the last of his resistance fled, and his canine cock began to fill with blood, slowly slipping entirely out of its sheath. "Mmph... feels good..."

Drakov stroked and teased along the shaft. He had the hero now - Vector had stayed too long in his presence, allowed him to stretch his mind and corrupt it. It wasn't so evident now, but he'd turned the hero's morals against himself, changed things so that a good deed to him was... something else entirely.

"You like feeling good, don't you?" Drakov whispered. "It's the only thing that's right. You're a paragon of virtue, of heroism.... So that must mean you need to make people feel good, right?"

"I..." Vector seemed confused, at first, but he accepted the logic quickly enough. He smiled up at the hero, dazed, even as the fur vanished and his skin began to split. He didn't seem at all concerned by the change; it felt like a dozen hands caressing his body, and they were changing into beautiful little green scales, anyway... "Yes... A hero must make people feel good." Vector looked up to Drakov, as if for approval, and the latex-clad dragon gave him a reassuring nod.

"Good, good... and you're such a good hero." Drakov gave the wolf's head an encouraging push towards his cock, though wolf might not have been a very accurate description any longer.The formerly beautiful coat of fur was entirely gone, replaced by a rapidly developing set of polished scales. His snout was changing too, becoming somehow more rigid, angular; his nose blended back in with his skin and seemed to split apart into the nostrils typical for a dragon...

Except he wasn't turning into a dragon. Draconic men were strong, noble warriors, typically, far larger than the average - Vector was shrinking, his spine slowly squeezing in on itself. His features weren't the cut, noble looks of a dragon; they were more timid. Reptilian in nature, certainly, but...

...he was turning into a kobold.

He shot a confused look towards his master, as though not entirely sure what was happening. Drakov only gave the developing kobold a gentle nuzzle. "You're just turning into what you're meant to be," he whispered. "A true hero serves the public, remember? You can't do that properly as a wolf... You need to be a good little kobold, an obedient one."

Something in Vector's brain struggled against that logic for a moment. It was a bit of a stretch - but as he thought about it, tried to understand, the leap suddenly made sense to him. He offered a little smile to Drakov. "Of... of course."

His tail had receded completely now - but a new bulge was forming above his ass, and it stretched quickly out. His transformation seemed to be speeding up as he gave in to Drakov's thoughts, his suggestions - and all on his own accord, he suddenly took the dragon's cock slowly into his mouth.

Drakov groaned softly. He loved the feeling of the rubber around his cock, of course, and more than that - he loved the way it showed his body off to everyone around him. There was no curve in his body that was hidden. There was nothing he could hide, not while covered in this substance. Somehow, with the former wolf's throat enclosed around his cock... he could feel every bit of the rough tongue and warm mouth too.

The thick, canine tongue was changing even as the kobold lapped away at the latex, his little body shivering at the taste. Something in him had changed fundamentally to desire this; there was nothing better than his master's length, nothing better than watching the dragon strut around in his suit. He needed to please him, and right now, the only way he could do that was with his mouth and tongue.

The thick, wide tongue quickly thinned, becoming more reptilian in nature. Vector was suddenly tasting even more every time he flicked his tongue out, all the intensity of Drakov's musk and the suit he was clad in. It tasted far better than it had any right to; he wondered if perhaps the master had placed a compulsion in him to enjoy and love the taste...

It would make sense. He had such a considerate master.

Drakov smiled and let out a moan of pleasure as the kobold enthusiastically wrapped his maw around his cock, his hands grabbing on to the newly reptilian head and shoving it further down. Vector, of course, didn't mind - this was how a good, proper hero should act, after all...

His head bobbed up and down mindlessly on the dragon's cock, loving the feel, the taste - and more importantly, knowing that he was doing his job. He was saving all those people by doing this, by serving his master.

After it was over, he would have to serve them, too. Make them feel as good as he was doing for his master. His cock twitched excitedly at the thought, a bead of pre escaping from it... And as it did, his shaft began to change. The knot he had began to shift, shrinking back down on the rest of his length. Vector barely noticed, but one hand found his shaft regardless and began to stroke along the length, rubbing and squeezing and moaning into Drakov's dick.

He didn't notice the way his vigorous stroking sped up the transformation, causing his knot to vanish almost entirely and ridges to develop along his cock. If anything, he moaned louder as the new detail appeared on his cock; his newly scaled hands teased over them, and it felt far more sensitive than it had ever been. It was his master's reward, he thought blearily, and his head only began sucking harder on Drakov's cock. He had such a nice master.

Drakov grunted, a wild grin slowly appearing on his face. He'd done it - he'd actually subdued Vector, turned him from a powerful wolf into nothing more than a cock-hungry slut of a kobold. He jerked his shaft into his new minion's face, fucking him roughly, barely caring for the former wolf's comfort. Vector didn't even seem to notice. He was just as eager, even as the latex shaft slid down his throat, even as Drakov gripped on to his horns and pulled his face into his cock to grind into his mouth....

The changes spread further along his legs, changing velvet paws into clawed feet. Where the rest of the spandex of his suit had loosened as he shrunk, collapsing around him in the process, the material around his feet was forced to rip as claws grew through the fabric. Ah, well. A good hero needed to be able to show his body off properly, anyway.

That final transformation was all Drakov needed to see. He let out a moan, shoving his cock forward one final time as he came, hot seed spilling into the new kobold's mouth. It was the final part of the process, the thing that would make Vector finally his, as long as he swallowed a single drop of his seed...

And he did. Vector was eager, in fact, pressing his muzzle into Drakov's cock as he swallowed every drop he could; the little that spilled out onto the sides of his jaw he quickly wiped back up with a clawed, scaled hand. He licked at the black liquid eagerly, like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Perhaps because it soon would be.

This time, the latex came seeping out of his scales. He needed a new costume, after all; the old one was ruined, tattered. He was lucky enough that his master saw fit to grant him a new costume, he thought; it wrapped snugly around his much smaller form, even granting his tail a shiny black finish. He hadn't cum yet, but he didn't feel like he needed to. It made it feel all the better as the latex rippled around his cock, sealing it in...

"What is your name?" Drakov's voice was gentle.

"Vector, master." The little kobold smiled up. All traces of his previous identity were gone, wiped away; it wasn't that he didn't have the memories, more that they didn't matter to him anymore.

"And what are you?" the dragon prompted.

"A hero, sir! Best kobold hero this side of town." Vector smiled, saluting up at his master.

"And heroes have to make people feel good, yes?" Drakov began to smile.

"Of course!" Vector's new tail lashed about in excitement behind him.

"Then go, little kobold. Perform your... heroic duties." The dragon snickered as he spoke the words, but the kobold didn't seem to notice. His cock still stood proudly out from his uniform, jutting straight out.

"Yes, sir! Vector will make master proud." The little kobold smiled up at Drakov - and reaching out to his powers with a thought, launched himself into the air. The dragon smirked.

That made three heroes he'd turned into eager little minions. There were still so many more... His cock began to harden again at the thought.

The city would be his, soon enough.