"Everyone's always making fun of my cape." the corrupted Victory Vixen pointed out as she floated about.

Her quarry was wrapped up in the extended Viarri cape, completely and utterly bound in the material. Its nearly indestructible nature made certain that the dragoness wouldn't be going anywhere, not when this deadly cloth held her so firm. Coils upon coils of somewhat warm stuff just pressed her into position, somehow gaining length as the golden dragoness within struggled to get free. Her arms and wings were pinned down so firmly that she had no means of egress, no manner of leverage.

"Let me GO!" Dream Searcher shouted as she struggled, her dialogue as worthless as her motions.

"Well." Caitlyn continued as if she had heard nothing. "Who's laughing now, lizard lips?"

And that's when the cape covered her face, hiding Dream from the world.

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"Gotta say, I love my new chair." Egg General Victory spoke as she leaned back on her grunt's kneeling frame.

In the months since the Eggman Empire overtook the world, she had risen through the ranks as the ultimate loyalist. Her powers had been useful, yes, but there was something different about the enthralled fanaticism that she had been working with for the entire war. Her iron fisted takedown of Key Lime Coast was something that even the highest members of the Eggman Army were jealous of. Her enslavement of other heroes and villains had been the stuff of legends. It had all gone into bolstering the forces of the Empire which owned her mind and soul.

A prime example was the slave who had been reduced to mere furniture.

Dream had gone through everything the Empire had to offer.

Cleaning the boots of even the lowest soldier with her tongue, pressing her face down into the dirt while her almighty dominant War Leader commanded her service? "A tool like you belongs in the mud, Dream."

Held in suspension bondage as subliminals, blatantly copied from her pilfered hypnotic files, were played on repeat through the day? An entire day of ropes and rubber and vacuum sealing? "Your mind is ours, Dream. You just don't know it, yet."

Hypnotizing her former enemies and slaves so thoroughly that she lost any ability to ever hypnotize them again? Even those she had counted as loyal minions or a lover were now so utterly enthralled that she could never enter their minds again, having lost all power she once held? "Good slave. All belongs to the Eggman Empire."

Bowing down in true worship, allowing her newly uniformed body to serve as the mere seat to the vixen who had taken everything from her? To feel the superior weight of her General above her?

"It's so warm and obedient."

Check and mate.

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Art by  chaoscroc
story by  stormwave