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Cyrnos’ New Hero: Fade to Black

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Vyrnen

Three Weeks Following Synchr0nization

A group of identical jackals surrounded Synchr0, the otter hero looking positively calm as the various canines all threatened and cajoled him with the same voice. “This is it, hero, you’re going to pay for messin with me!” the jackal cackled from within the crowd of his illusory clones, adjusting his grip on his cane. He planned to come in from the otter hero’s blind side, his various illusions moving in and out to try and goad the hero into attacking them.

Glancing around with a bored expression, the rubber otter hardly bothered to glance at any of the illusions, instead folding his arms impatiently. “Is this really all you’re going to do, Illusio? I thought that a villain as infamous as you might pose more of a threat, but you’re really just a jackal who hides behind smoke and mirrors.” The words were scathing, Illusio truthfully didn’t commit very violent crimes, but he had managed to get away with quite a large sum of cash the last few crimes he’d committed.

“Is that really what you think, Synchr0?!” he growled, ordering his illusions all at once to charge the otter hero. He didn’t use it very often, but if he channeled enough of his mental energy, he could give the illusions brief moments of solidity. The jackal found himself pumping a lot more energy than he was used to into his hoard of copies, watching with a grin as they charged the hero.

Synchr0’s eyes narrowed and he was quick to act, dancing between the swings as they attempted to hit him. A few managed to connect, but the rubber of his body seemed to easily absorb the attacks. Synchr0’s eyes were moving rapidly, gauging each of the illusions, trying to determine where the real villain was. His eyes landed on the jackal that was barely moving, his body’s posture now showing signs of weariness that all of the illusions lacked.

“There you are!” the hero said, grinning before he flicked a device at Illusio’s throat. The jackal gasped as it latched about his neck, a surge of energy rushing out of the collar throughout the villain’s body. Illusio let out a yelp of pain as he felt his grasp of his power start to fail on him, his illusions all stopping before fading from sight. “It looks like your illusions had a little bit of pep in them, but you’re really not all that impressive, Illusio.” Synchr0’s mocking tone struck home, the jackal’s eyes narrowing before Illusio let out a roar of anger as he rushed the otter, but without the element of surprise he was nothing in comparison to the new hero.

Synch0 punched the jackal hard in the gut, causing him to lurch over in pain before he was picked up bodily and tossed out into the street. The jackal growled as his face was pinned down into the ground by the rubber boot of the hero, Synchr0 standing over him with a wide grin. “Looks like you’ve been outdone this time, Illusio,” the otter hero laughed, the gathered crowd joining in as cameras started to flash and reporters babbled in the background. Illusio growled, unable to tap into his power while the inhibitor buzzed with the strange field.

“I’ll manage to escape, I’ve done it before, and when I do that I’ll find you, Synchr0.” Illusio’s threat was muffled due to the boot still pressing his face down, but his anger was still palpable despite his embarrassing position. Behind him, one of Synchr0’s odd otter rubber helpers kneeled on the jackal’s back, binding up his arms and legs to prevent the villain from doing anything.

The crowd was still cheering for Synchr0 while the otter kneeled down next to the jackal, lowering his voice. “You can shape up, Illusio, the world of villainy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. If you really want to, I can help you clean up your act.” His words almost seemed sympathetic, a hint of pleading in his tone.

“Go to hell, hero, I’m not going to buy into any of your goody two-shoes bull. I’ll get out, one way or another, and then we can fight again properly next time.” The jackal watched the otter’s expression go blank before he chuckled, shaking his head as he patted the back of Illusio’s head, causing the Jackal to

Leaning in closer to make sure that his voice wasn’t heard by anyone, the otter’s expression grew... eerie, uncomfortable to look at. “Don’t worry, Illusio, you and I will meet sooner than you think.” It was only a moment, a brief slip, before the otter hero jumped to his feet with an almost cartoonish grace and waved to the crowd.

“Sorry, I gotta bounce, everyone! The city needs protecting, and I’m just the otter to do it, along with my little friend here!” The otter drone hopped to his feet, saluting in sync with the larger hero. In moments they were gone, but Illusio felt a cold shiver down his spine.

There were rumors in the villain undercurrents, rumors of someone making villains disappear. Many of them were high profile villains, the kinds that had recently made headlines on all of the news outlets. One day they’d be living the high life, and the next they were gone, unable to be found by even their closest confidants. Illusio had a sickening feeling that he may have found the reason why...

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Fade’s fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes tracking through pages of information, his screens filled up with various images of Synchr0. The hero hadn’t been around for too long, he’d only appeared a few weeks ago in the public’s eye. One day he’d arrived on the scene, beating up villains with ease, and making a name for himself as he showed off a variety of abilities that easily allowed him to trounce villains. The raven’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the rubber hero, his fist slamming into the desk. “What did you do to him, you freak!” he snarled, his eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light of the room.

The hacker had done his best to keep his name out of the limelight, he wasn’t a public villain, he didn’t really even enjoy the idea of villainy. That being said, one of his closest friends had gone down that path, and though Fade hadn’t loved it he’d kept in touch with Illusio. The jackal had never done anything truly evil, just rob places that could afford to be robbed from, and the pair had made decent partners here and there. Sometimes, Illusio had needed a code for a safe, and sometimes Fade had needed some money to make ends meet. So their friendship had stayed strong even after Illusio had become a more well known villain, that is, until this morning.

News reports had gone up early in the morning of an escape by the illusionist villain, the prison had been transporting the jackal, and somehow the truck had been tipped over. Illusio had suddenly vanished from the public’s eye... but Fade knew better, he’d received a call from his friend. Illusio had managed to get ahold of the raven with a special transmitter that the bird had given him, he’d called while he was still in a basic holding cell. “That new hero...” the jackal had said in a hushed tone, trying not to get the attention of his guards. “He’s up to something, I don’t know what, but... if I disappear, Fade, it’s because of him.”

It had been brief, too brief, Fade had wanted more details but the line had gone dead after that. The hacker had attempted to tap into communications at the jail, even tried to get into the cameras, but it had all come to naught. Late in the night, he’d received information via some police lines he was tapped into that the criminal transfer bus had been involved in some sort of accident.

At first Fade had been hopeful that it was all some sort of nasty coincidence, but he’d not been able to reach Illusio at all with their private line. From there, Fade had grown angry, angry at the hero who’d taken away his friend. So he decided to start digging, pulling up any search results on the hero, trying to figure out who he was. It was slow going, most heroes were well protected by the hero organization, but this otter was new enough that some information might still be out there. “Don’t worry, Illusio, I’ll find this freak, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.” The raven chugged another energy drink, blinking away the tiredness that threatened to drag him down, and continued to dig up as much information on Synchr0 as he could.

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Hopping down from the roof, Diesel smiled at the struggling form of Illusio, the jackal glaring at him over the rubber gag. “Don’t worry yourself, Illusio, I’ll deal with you in just a little bit. It has been quite a long day, I had to do some PR work, and then had to convince the police to transfer you to a prison last night since you were a ‘dangerous threat’.” The gatox emphasized the last part with air quotes, chuckling as the jackal attempted to bark something through his gag. “Don’t worry, buddy, you’ll be cleaning up your act here real soon. Just can’t be converting you out in the middle of the street, had one too many close calls these last few weeks with heroes jumping into the scene of crimes while I was converting my drones.”

A look of horror and confusion formed on the jackal’s face as he glanced around, noting the numerous otter drones were walking around the house, doing a variety of menial chores. A couple of the drones were currently nuzzling each other's bulges nearby, letting out small moans as they suckled and slurped each other. “A little reward for helping sabotage that prison transport you were on,” Diesel said with a bright smile, though that did not ease the jackal’s worries in the least. “Now, before we get around to cleaning you up, did you have anything to say? Maybe sorry?”

The rubber gag left the jackal’s mouth, causing Illusio to cough and hack before growling at the hero. “You freak! You’re not going to get away with this for long! The other heroes are bound to figure it out!”

“Well, they can try, but I have my ways with people,” Diesel said, grinning before his fur started to take on a black rubber sheen, becoming the familiar appearance of Synch0. “Now, why don’t we have some fun, Illusio? You’re going to make for a great drone, once you’re done changing in my sack.” The otter hero gave Illusio a wink as his massive cock and balls expanded from his crotch, causing Illusio to gawk at them in terror. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. All of the others did!”

Glaring up at the rubber otter, Illusio got a sinking feeling in his stomach as he stared at the “hero’s” oversized cock. “I won’t submit to you,” he finally managed, though as he glanced at the variety of black rubberized otters.

“Funny thing,” Synchr0 said, his expression becoming almost maliciously pleased with himself. “Some of the others said the same thing, but I might as well ask them.” He turned away from Illusio to the plethora of otters about his house, grinning wide before shouting. “Which one of you otters submitted?”

Every single otter turned their head towards him, raising their hands in unison, an eerie uniform action that made Illusio blanch. Synchr0 turned his attention back to the jackal, his expression serious now. “Like I said, they all said the same thing... now, where was I? Oh right...” Synchr0 presented his cock towards the jackal, smirking as an otter stepped up next to him and focused on him.

“[b]Climb in.[/b]” The voice echoed out of the otter’s general direction, a blaze haze clouding Illusio’s eyes as he felt suddenly... [i]super happy! It seemed like a great idea for him to obey and climb on in![/i] The jackal clambered up, starting towards the waiting cock, his eyes glowing a blue color. Something was... weird, he felt so good, but he felt like he needed to tell Fade... something.

With one last thought, Illusio managed to activate the implant that connected his line to Fade. “Bye bye,” he said in a dazed voice, giggling as one of the otters unbound his hand so he could climb on in.

“Illusio, is that you?! What’s going on?!” The voice of his raven friend came over the line, but Illusio just smiled blithely as he clambered his way into the surprisingly flexible rubber cock. On the other end of the line, Fade just heard strange moaning noises and the noise of rubber creaking. But if nothing else, he was able to trace Illusio’s last location before the line went dead.

Synch0 groaned and purred as his balls swelled, the growing weight of the jackal settling inside of his nuts. The otter couldn’t enjoy it as much as he would’ve liked though as he’d sensed the digital signal transmitting from the jackal as he started entering his cock. He was already tracing the source of the connection as he leaned back, his body racked with pleasure. “F... fuck... you...” He gestured towards one of the otters who leapt to attention, ready to obey. “Gonna... send you some coordinates... need... need you to find the person at this location.”

The drone he’d gestured towards as well as another both saluted, Synchr0 vaguely recognizing them as a pair of drones he’d converted at the same time. Something about a pair of dragons... he wasn’t too worried about caring at that moment. The pleasure pulsing through his body kept his mind plenty busy, so with a mental push he supplied the otter drones with the information they required. Moments later both of them were off, and Synchr0 staggered towards a couch, barely sitting down on it before letting out a deep moan. “He’s... a wiggler,” the otter groaned, rubbing his balls as they gurgled and splashed.

Around him, his drones prepared a large portable tub they’d procured for just this scenario as Synchr0 had grown weary of needing to clean rubber out of the carpet. The rubber hero groaned, enjoying the sensation... and then his phone went off. The small device on his table vibrating, thankfully the technological components of his suit allowed him to tap right into it. Pulling it up, Synchr0 froze as he realized who’d messaged him. “Hey there, was hoping I could come over, follow up on that coffee we had?” The text was from Night Bolt... no, rather, it was from Kyle.

The simple name had caused Diesel to laugh at first as they’d met face to face on their first official date, but the panther had taken it in stride. Now the handsome hero wanted to come over to his house... right now? “Shit...” he grunted, tapping into the phone and typing a reply. “Hey, I would love to! Just in the middle of helping a neighbor move her stuff around, come over in an hour?” He cursed himself after he sent it, he probably could have swung for two hours, but with the pleasure rattling his brain he’d panicked.

It wasn’t long before he received a text back causing the otter to groan. “Sure thing! See you in an hour, I’ll bring some wine!” Synch0 considered texting him for an extension... but decided that he could take care of things in an hour. His drones started getting the house in shape to prepare for their upcoming guest while Synchr0 rubbed at his forehead, all the while his balls soaking the villain within.

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Fade’s fingers danced across the keyboard, his eyes dancing between the monitors as he tracked down the location of Illusio’s last location in tandem with gathering information. He’d started unwinding Synchr0’s background, like he’d thought, the hero organization hadn’t gotten around to redacting information just yet. Already he was peeling up footage of the hero in various locations, time moving backwards on the feeds as he watched the otter growing backwards. Where the raven had started, the hero had been sure of himself, a very capable hero. The further back he went though, he found a serious gap in the capabilities of the hero, one moment he was easily bounding back and forth between buildings without a care in the world, and then there was... something, he acted differently, less sure.

Glancing away from the map zooming in on a location, Fade found that he was closing in on the hero’s origins. He just had to keep watching, waiting, it wouldn’t be long before he managed to pin down who the hero was. He wasn’t quite certain yet what he planned to do, but he had a few more villain friends who might be able to aid in a rescue of Illusio. His other monitor pinged, drawing his attention back to the map where it showed a location, an exact address along with it. He started cross referencing the information on who lived there, it wouldn’t take that long with his various programs that were capable of digging up layers of information.

The raven jerked around as one of his other computers went off, specifically the one that he had always scanned his local area for hero activity. Fade wasn’t a villain officially, but his hacking had gotten him in trouble with the law a few times, and he liked knowing whenever heroes started approaching his home. He didn’t see anyone immediately, but one of his sensors had gone off... “It might’ve just been one of the high range sensors...” he grumbled, starting to turn back towards his main monitors... and then another sensor went off.

Fade started pulling up the camera footage from around his house, attempting to find the source of the disturbance. At first he saw nothing, his heartbeat loud in his ears as he started to change the camera feed again before he saw it. On a nearby rooftop, he saw a pair of otters land there, the light bouncing off of their rubber bodies. “Shit!” Jumping up out of his chair, Fade grabbed his laptop and shoved it into a nearby bag before shutting down his rig. “Gotta get out!”

Throwing open his door, Fade started to run, already tracing his escape path that he’d prepared just in case of this situation. He pressed a button on his keyfob, starting a group of speakers he’d set out in the front lawn to project various noises. The raven hoped that this might distract the heroes into thinking he was escaping through the front, but as he threw open the back door he stopped in his tracks as he saw one of the two drones standing there. Without thinking, he tossed his backpack at the drone in the hopes that it would distract it long enough for him to escape... he was wrong.

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The drones were finished sprucing up the house, the clock was rolling as Synch0 massaged his nuts, letting out long moans as he could feel the final process of the drone within being made. “Damn, you sure do... take your time, Illusio,” he chuckled, letting out a deep huff of pleasure as he could feel the new drone’s consciousness sync up with the rest. “There we go... alright, we gotta hurry now.”

Synchr0’s body spasmed as he finally started to cum, a fountain of black cum shooting out of him into the waiting tub. The otter bit into a pillow as he released his load, trying not to make too much noise as he wasn’t certain how long it would be before Kyle got there. His eyes opened for a moment as he saw the two drones leap in with their struggling load, his own groans audible enough for the raven to likely hear him. “[b]Take him into the other room, can’t deal with him just now![/b]” He sent the mental command to the drones who quickly obeyed, both of them saluting as they ran off into the bedroom.

The raven was letting out several muffled yells, audible through the bag over his head, but not so loud as to garner anyone’s attention from his neighbors. The tub filled slowly but surely, the black liquid dancing around inside, glad to be released. Synch0’s moans started to die down as his balls shrunk... shrunk... and finally deflated to their regular size. “Oh... thank... god,” he groaned, leaning back with a long sigh of relief, the rubber of his body sliding away to reveal Diesel, the gatox looking exhausted.

Within the tub, the rubber congealed into a new drone, Illusio Drone looked to its master with a delighted squeak. “[b]How may I serve you, Master?[/b]” But Diesel waved away the words, still panting as he recovered from the rushed orgasm.

“Go... make yourself scarce... I have a guest coming,” Diesel commanded, and then he remembered the tub. “Oh... get that out of here while you’re at it.” The drone saluted him, gathering the tub with a little bit of effort and made his way into one of Diesel’s guest rooms. The gatox managed to stand after a few minutes of panting, glancing at his phone and cursing as he realized that it wouldn’t be too long before Kyle got here.

Sending an order to a specific drone, Diesel had them come out of the guest room before walking into his bedroom where the raven was being held down by the drone twins. “Take the hood off,” Diesel ordered, feeling the stress of Kyle’s impending visit along with his needing to deal with the raven.

The moment the hood was off, the raven glared at Diesel, though that glare turned to confusion as he didn’t immediately recognize the gatox. The gag in his mouth was torn away causing him to cough a bit, looking at the drones with disdain. “What the hell is going on here?! Where is Sycnrh0... no, better yet, where the hell is Illusio?!” the bird yelled, Diesel wincing as he knew it wouldn’t be long before his neighbors questioned the noise.

“I’m so sorry I have to cut this short, but I have a guest coming in just a little while, and I don’t have the proper amount of time to deal with you. We’ll have a better conversation when I’m done with my house guest, now, Statufier Drone, do your job.” The drone he’d grabbed stepped forward, smiling proudly as it walked up to the captive raven.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Fade asked, looking down at the drone in fear. “Get away from me!” He attempted to kick out at the drone, but the rubber otter easily dodged around the blow before setting his rubber hand on the raven’s stomach. Immediately, a wave of rubber spread out from his touch, Fade letting out a gasp as the breath was robbed from him. Where the rubber spread, his body became icy cold, the nerves there growing numb until he couldn’t feel it at all. “No... stop this...” he wheeled, his words coming out labored.

“Don’t worry, birdie, Statufier can revert any he turns into statues. But for now, I need you quiet and out of the way, so we’re going to keep you out of the way. Statufier, finish the job.” The drone nodded obediently at its master’s command, focusing and speeding up the change. Fade couldn’t get more words out as his body was converted into a rubber statue, his clothes vanishing during the change, his flesh hardening into thick rubber, his cock becoming rigid, his eyes glazing over as they became rubber, his mouth left agape. “Nice touch with the cock,” Diesel chuckled, flicking the rubber erection between the bird statue’s legs.

“[b]I thought you might like that, Master![/b]” the drone’s voice said inside of his head, and the gatox couldn’t say he didn’t approve. He was out of time though, he cursed as he heard a knock on the front door.

“To your room!” he hissed to the three drones, they jumped to it, rushing out of his bedroom and into theirs, shutting the door quietly as Diesel glanced down at himself. With a thought, he changed the sweaty rumpled looking clothing into a more relaxed outfit that looked fresh out of the laundry. He strolled over to the front door, looking over his living room once more but he winced, with a quick detour he shut the door to his bedroom before he finally answered the front door.

Kyle was there, smiling his handsome smile, holding up a bottle of wine. “Got wine glasses?”

“Should we really start off with drinks?” Diesel said with a sly smile, allowing the panther into his place before he shut the door. He hoped that none of the neighbors had said anything to the panther on the way in... he really just needed to do something about all of his neighbors... but another time.

Strolling into the gatox’s house, Kyle looked around the house with a keen eye. “Who wouldn’t want to start a fun night off without some wine? Also, any reason it smells so much like... rubber in here?” he asked, smirking as he glanced back at the gatox.

“I uh... was running late, just turned back into my regular form a bit ago. Leaves a lingering odor,” Diesel said, blushing a bit as he felt the panther’s eyes on him, “I really did try to get back in time.”

“Well we’re both here now, I didn’t get left waiting at your front door for too long, and we have wine. I think it’s going to be a fine night,” Kyle said, flicking on the light to Diesel’s kitchen before rummaging through his cupboards looking for glasses.

Watching the panther, Diesel couldn’t help but admire the panther’s physique. He’d enjoyed seeing it in the superhero costume, and even without it Kyle was a good looking guy. “The next cupboard over,” he finally relented, seeing the panther struggle with his kitchen’s layout.

Kyle smiled at him, grabbing out the glasses before starting to pour them both heavy glasses of wine. “Wonderful, now why don’t we get settled down? We can turn on a movie, have a few drinks, and maybe... have some fun.”

Diesel thought that he was fairly forward with how he used the drones for sex, but apparently Night Bolt had quite the lascivious side to him. Taking a wine glass from his hand, the gatox wondered how he was going to handle tonight... he’d had his eye on the panther for a while now. It might not be such a bad an idea to have a partner in crime, someone who knew everything about him... but he had to figure out how. He leaned the glass back in tandem with Kyle, both of them taking deep swallows from their glasses. “Alright, sounds like fun to me,” he purred, grabbing Kyle by the arm and leading him to the couch.

The wine flowed well, Diesel found himself growing warm with each drink, and Kyle wasn’t one to spare on the good stuff. Both of them grew warm, comfortable, and from the way the panther’s own shorts were sitting, hard. “Want to get to the fun part of the night?” the panther asked, his words heavy with the scent of wine, his eyes narrowed in a way that promised fun.

Diesel smiled right back, not bothering to answer as he allowed the panther to pull him to his feet, walking towards the guest bedroom. “Not that one!” Diesel said, a moment of panic causing him to yank Kyle to a stop. The panther was surprised by his strength and his tone, but just chuckled as Diesel blushed and gestured to his bedroom. “It’s that one... that room has... junk in it,” he explained lamely, hoping that Kyle was too inebriated to care.

“Got’cha, kinky stuff is in there,” Kyle said with a wink, chuckling before heading back towards Diesel’s room and opening the door... to find a rubber sex doll inside. “Or not... I guess there’s plenty of kinky in here.”

For a moment Diesel froze, he had clearly had too much to drink, he’d completely forgotten about the raven. “I uh... I... yeah... that’s my... sex doll,” he said, blushing heavily as Kyle strutted into the room, stripping off his shirt with a casual movement.

Running a hand over the cool rubber, Kyle seemed interested, grinning like he had some naughty thoughts in mind. “Looks new... mind if I try it out?” he asked, slipping his shorts down to reveal that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Diesel grew rigid, shutting the door behind himself as he started to smile too, the mix of arousal and alcohol making him thoroughly enjoy this moment. “Please, be my guest,” he said, any nerves flying away as he knew that the statue was only vaguely aware of anything going on to him.

“Got any lube?” the panther asked, kneeling down and testing the raven’s rather impressive cock, looking interested in the length of the statue’s dick.

“Bedside table drawer,” Diesel said, willing his own clothes away until he was just as naked and erect. Kyle pulled out the lube, pouring some into his hand and working it onto his occk. “You don’t look too bad yourself like this,” the gatox murmured, drawing close up behind the panther as he admired his body.

“Thanks, stud,” Kyle purred, his eyes narrowing to slits as he got up onto the bed, turning the statue towards him and starting to play with the hole there. “Mmm... this raven’s got some fun assets,” he noted, starting to mouth fuck the raven.

Diesel smirked and stepped back, watching as the panther’s eyes closed and let out a few groans, slowly working up some steam as his balls slapped up against the raven’s beak. “Save some for me,” Diesel said, feeling ready for some run.

“Don’t worry... I have plenty for you,” Kyle said, winking at the gatox before pulling out, letting out a needy groan as the raven’s mouth dripped with the lube. “We’ll have to bring this guy out more often, I like his style,” Kyle laughed, slapping the side of the rubber statue’s head. “Man... this thing is fully rubber, must’ve cost you a pretty penny.”

“Less than you’d think,” Diesel said, clambering up into bed with the panther, pushing up against Kyle’s chest. “Now, stop teasing me,” he said, knocking the panther back and kneeling over him. The pair kissed, their muzzles locked as they got more comfortable, Kyle sliding back to allow Diesel to lay on top of him. Their dicks bumping against each other, the two men moaning as they enjoyed each other's bodies.

There was something funny to Diesel as he caught a glimpse of the raven, forced to watch them as they were getting intimate. He felt it was only right for Fade trying to find him, so he made sure to give the raven a nice glimpse of his ass as he and Kyle rolled around on the bed. “Damn, you don’t mess around,” Kyle laughed, his eyes thin slits, his breaths warm and fast as he leaned up to kiss Diesel.

The gatox kissed him back, but felt momentarily distracted as he looked at Kyle, the panther’s smile turning into one of concern as he reached up to touch Diesel’s cheek. “Everything alright?” he asked, “Is this too fast?”

“No... no, everything’s okay, I just... want to tell you something.” Diesel said, feeling truly connected to the panther, his fellow hero... but he knew that if he told Kyle the truth... he wouldn’t understand. “I... uh...” he looked bashful, looking at Kyle before smiling. “Can I whisper it in your ear?”

A sly smile formed on Kyle’s face, the panther’s shaft quivering as he readjusted to sit up. “Well... I guess if you have to.”

The panther turned his ear towards the gatox, allowing him access to whisper into the hero’s ear. Diesel leaned in, feeling his heart beating loud in his chest, he drew close in and slipped out his tongue, a surprisingly long rubbery tendril. Kyle’s eyes widened as Diesel slipped his tongue in, his body jerking as he attempted to yank away. “Diesel, what the he-” he froze as the gatox started to saturate his brain with part of his rubber. “Oh... that... that feels... good...” the panther moaned, his eyes growing glassy while Diesel started to tinker with Kyle’s mind.

Synchr0 needed a partner, so he would make Kyle into the perfect partner, the one who would understand his need for justice and to rehabilitate criminals. The panther’s purrs rolled through the room as he twitched a few times, his cock rigid, his mouth slightly agape while the rubber infected his mind. It took a few minutes, but soon Diesel’s tongue returned to normal before he allowed Kyle to sit up. The panther didn’t say anything for a while, just sitting there, blinking, processing. “Damn... that was... sexy,” the panther moaned, grabbing Diesel’s ass and squeezing it. “So... you need a partner, do you?”

Diesel smiled back, leaning in to kiss the panther, feeling a new connection to him as he’d left part of Synchr0 within Kyle. The panther wasn’t completely consumed as all of the otter drones were, but he was in tune now, his mind molded to help be alright with the path that Diesel had chosen to take. “I have a present for you,” Diesel said, sending a mental command into the other room to summon one of the otters.

Looking up curiously, Kyle’s eyes focused on the door as it opened to reveal an otter drone, the newest one specifically. “Well hello there,” Kyle purred, his mind newly formatted to accept the truth of what the drones were. “Who was this?”

“Illusio, just finished processing him a little while before you came in. I thought it might be good for you to interface with one, feel the power,” Diesel said, grinning as the drone clambered up onto the bed, growing close to the panther.

“I... dunno...” Kyle said at first, a moment of hesitation. That pause halted though as the drone dove onto his cock... and then slid into it, causing Kyle’s eyes to grow wide and a moan escpae him as the black rubber slid down his shaft. The panther’s cock shivered and swelled, helped along by the rubber of the otter. Letting out long moans and gasps of pleasure, Kyle quivered as his eyes rolled back, his balls swelling. “Holy shit! This is... oh my god... so gooood.” The panther’s fingers curled in the sheets, his shaft growing erect, his eyes wide with orgasmic pleasure. “It’s... oh my god... it’s better than sex...” he whined.

Smiling at his new partner in crime, Diesel kissed him on the forehead, watching as the panther grew accustomed to his new package. Moments later, Diesel was surrounded by several clones of the panther, all of them looking at him with bedroom eyes. “Want to... see... how they work?” Kyle asked, grinning as one of the clones reached out and touched Diesel, the hand solid.

“I thought you’d never offer,” Diesel said, hitching up his tail with a lewd grin of his own. The multiple panthers started to grope one another as well as the gatox, all of them driven on by a new insatiable lust, all the while a sturdy rubber statue of a raven stood in the corner watching.