[Clothes Control, Brainwashing, Corruption]

Being a Hero in Trinity City is a dangerous and hard job. Between the fact that Villains always manage to slip out of containment and continue to terrorize the populace, and the way that they abuse Heroes for their own gain whenever they get the chance, and you have your work cut out for you.

Of course, the stronger you are, the harder it is to dominate you. Such was the case for the Hero named Beehive, alias Honey. A short-haired maple-haired girl who cared more about justice than her outward appearance. Her power allowed her to house insects inside her, where her blood would them link them to her. Allowing her to control these insects like they were an extension of herself. It came with the nasty downside of having holes on various rather intimate spots of her body, but that didn’t matter much to a girl like her.

At least, that’s what she had told herself. And yet here she was, watching a stylish woman wrap a bit of measurement tape around her form. “Why me?” Beehive asked as she raised an eyebrow, her expression partly blocked by the shadow her hoodie cast on her face.

“Why not you, darling?” The woman, a blonde bombshell wearing a mixture of a fur coat and a leotard with one eye permanently hidden behind her bangs even if you couldn’t really see her eyes behind her pink shades, chimed as she tightened the tape slightly to make sure her measurements were correct. “You look like you’ve never showed your body to the public. I just wanted to give you a chance to stand out.”

Beehive narrowed her eyes. “So you called upon a Hero just so you could have them model for you?” She muttered as the faint sound of buzzing started to emerge from within. She didn’t have time for this. Best to just try and scare her away so she could get on with her day and her duty…

“Ah-ah.” The blonde bombshell said as she slowly put her finger on the heroine’s lips. “I didn’t call up a Hero. I called up Beehive, the fashion disaster herself. Seriously, you have a charm that can’t be denied, and I want to bring it out.” She chimed, before letting go of her tape and sitting down in her designer chair.

The hoodied heroine sighed and shrugged her shoulders a little. “Fine. I’ll play along. As long as you don’t stop me from doing what’s right.” She muttered as the buzzing from her body died down. Even if she gave her a flimsy reason, it was enough for her.

“I would never. But first…” The stylish woman said as she reached out one hand towards the heroine. “Let’s put a formal bow on our little deal. As long as I, Eros, live… I’ll make sure that you end up shining as brightly as possible, with the help of my clothes.”

Beehive took her hand and softly shook it. “I’ll make sure you keep that promise, Eros. Or you’ll understand why I chose this hero name.”

“Because it’s cute? Is that it, Honey?” Eros chimed as she let go of her new partner’s hand and at the same time barely dodging out of the way of a stray hook from the heroine. “Just joking, just joking!”

This was going to be the end of her. Beehive was sure of it. But she didn’t know just how right she’d be.

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“Ah, I see my arch nemesis has decided to make her appearance. And as droll as ever, too!”

A day later, Beehive found herself in the streets of Trinity City, her hoodie still covering her body as she tried to focus on the Villain in front of her. All while a slight blush coated her cheeks. Why did she agree to this stupid deal again..?

The Villain in question was one that contrasted her in many ways, though the most obvious was her theming. She was Madame Butterfly, a suited ladykiller with beautiful wings that kept her afloat. Through the dust that her wings spread, she could control the populace and bind them to her will. A simple but effective power that had gotten her far, even if she used it for rather meager plans. Nothing terrible, but enough to get the hardcore justice crowd on her ass.

“I’ll keep coming back as long as you enslave people, Butterfly.” The hoodied heroine said as a whirlwind of bees swirled around her, the many insects flying out from the holes in her body. At a much greater speed than usual too…

Madame Butterfly smiled as she put her hand on her cheek, the enthralled humans beneath her slowly shambling towards the heroine. “My my. Have you gotten stronger? Or are you trying out a new trick? I never know with somebody like you!”

Beehive weaved between the aggressing citizens as her bee barrier stinged those that got too close, knocking them out and pulling them out of the battle in the process. “I always get stronger. You’re the one doing the same trick over and over.” She shot back as she raised her arms, her overly large sleeves allowing several more bees to leave her hidden holes as they headed straight for the big Villainess herself.

The Madame snapped her fingers and her horde of enthralled servants got in the way of the projectile bees, all while she brushed a hand against her prismatic hair. “You can’t beat the classics, you droll thing. But don’t worry. I have a little something up my sleeve. Something new that even you wouldn’t be able to predict.”

“I can deal with anything you throw my way-”

Just as the hoodie-clad girl tried to look tough, she found herself disrobed. One of the controlled citizens had gotten back up after their sting, allowing them to grab her outfit and yank it off. And since a serious girl like her would never want to look erotic, this would deal a fatal blow to her concentration and leave her just as vulnerable as anybody else to the Madame’s dust…

At least, that’s what the Madame expected. That was how it had been for the last few times they faced off. What she didn’t expect was that the Heroine had come prepared and in a fashion that was quite uncharacteristic of her.

“My, Darling. I didn’t fancy you the type to show off your body like this.”

Beehive grit her teeth as she struggled to work against her own instincts. She wanted to cover up, but she was clothed. Even if it was only just barely.

Underneath her hoodie, the girl wore a leotard that clung tightly to her body. It was skintight to the point where she could barely breathe before feeling it rubbing up against some of her sensitive areas. All while a broken upside-down heart was proudly displayed on the center of her chest.

“If it means I get to deal with you, I’ll gladly endure this humiliation!” Beehive cried out as the minute holes on her body opened up and let out more and more of those ferocious bugs, the storm around her growing in intensity. “You should give up before you’re the one who needs a makeover!”

Madame Butterfly laughed at the sight of those many insects. Bees, wasps, hornets, you name it. There were so many, and yet she didn’t feel threatened in the slightest. “You foolish little thing. Don’t worry, you’ll feel even greater humiliation at my hand, once I’ve shown you off to every Villain in the city!”

The short-haired hero grit her teeth a little as she clenched her fists, with the insects at her command forming into greater projectiles. She just had to fire them off, and one of them would land a devastating blow on the Madame. Then she could stop wearing this infernal… this… this…

Her mind started repeating as she felt a slight jolt running down her spine. And all of her insects slowly returned to the inside of her body, retreating due to a lack of direct instructions.

“Oh? Giving up? That’s unlike you.” Madame Butterfly chimed as she descended onto the ground below, her wings pressing against her body into the form of a luminescent cape as she approached her mortal enemy. Sheer curiosity was driving her at this point.

As she got closer, she noticed that something was dangerously wrong as the outfit that her enemy wore started to shift. Most noticeably near her bust, turning from a full collared leotard into a low cut one, exposing the girl’s surprisingly bountiful bosom. Not only that, but the fabric seemed to flow off from the leotard and onto her extremities, leaving the heroine clad in what seemed to be leggings and gloves that would be utterly impractical given her powerset. The little bit of fur-like fluff at the edges of her leotard, gloves and leggings only added to the strangely attractive aesthetic that completely contrasted the girl’s existing character.

Something was wrong. Even a Villain like the Madame could tell. And though she loathed that Beehive always got in her way, she didn’t want to lose her to somebody else. She was her nemesis after all. And she wouldn’t want anybody else in that position.

“Beehive. Are you listening?” The Madame stepped closer, raising her voice with every step. “Beehive. Honey. HONEY!”

Hearing her name shouted was enough to snap the Heroine back to reality, though there now seemed to be a black-and-yellow ring of makeup around her eyes. Not just that, but her leotard, which had previously been a bit featureless, now displayed a yellow and blakc striped pattern…

“Mmmm… What happened..?” The young lady asked as she looked towards the older Villain, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she felt more shivers pouring through her.

Madame Butterfly reached her hand onto the Heroine’s cheek. She had the perfect chance to coat her in her dust at this very second, but she was more concerned about her current health. “You tell me, my Darling. Seeing a stalwart nuisance like you suddenly cease is more than enough to make somebody like me pause.”

Beehive nodded a little as she looked into the older woman’s eyes, before smiling a bit herself. those beautiful eyes… Ah, they were perfect. So much so that she couldn’t stop herself from putting her hand on the Villain’s cheek.

“Ah? Have I finally managed to charm you properly, Darling?” The Madame chimed. If there was one thing she had wished from the bottom of her heart ever since she met the droll girl in front of her, it was that the two could stand side by side. They were similar enough to go together, after all. And she always did want to see that dull girl smile instead of frown all the time.

Unfortunately, she didn’t get that. Instead, she received a kiss straight on her lips. A kiss that made her body tremble to the point where she fell onto her knees, struggling to keep herself together…

“Ahaha… You’ve been stung…”

Beehive giggled as her eyes took on the same set of colors as her outfit, while the Villain was forced to look at her. And the way all of those colors seemed to shift in such a pulsating and mesmerizing fashion…

It didn’t take long before Madame Butterfly’s eyes started to swirl with yellow and black tones, making it obvious that she had fallen under the sway of the girl’s spell. Such dominance, lost in mere moments.

The short-haired girl smiled as she slowly brushed a hand against her body, giggling as she felt the soft hum of something even smaller than the insects inside her. What was it that Eros had called them… Nanites? Whatever they were, they made her feel wonderful. They made her feel powerful…

She slowly picked up her former hoodie and gleefully watched as it turned into a gauzy cape that resembled an insect’s wings. Perfect for somebody like her, as she put it on without a second thought.

“It’s time for Beehive to sleep. And it’s time for Hornet to take her place…” The stylish girl chimed. It didn’t feel right for somebody as powerful as her to be a Hero. Especially not after everything Eros had done for her. It was only right to repay her by becoming her personal advertisement and villainous armcandy. And what better way to repay her a little more than by turning the dreadful Madame into a matching set?

Hornet giggled, as she began her first act as a Villain...