[Pokémon Absorption/Brainwashing]
"Go, Gardevoir! Psychic!"
As a Gym Leader, Sabrina's duties didn't just involve taking on challengers. It also meant keeping her Pokémon up to snuff. And that meant training them against the wild Pokémon until they were completely and utterly ready for a good fight.
But the Muk that had been chosen as their training dummy had other ideas. Even though it hurt to get a big ol' blast of psychic energy, it could endure that much punishment. All so it could get close and grab ahold of the Gardevoir.
Sabrina and her partner both had their eyes widen as the Muk very quickly forced the Pokémon into its maw, swallowing it whole. So much so that the trained psychic wasn't prepared for the Muk quickly slamming into her and forcing itself onto her once she had been forced otno the ground.
She struggled, but it wasn't possible for her to fight back once the Muk stuffed its massive tongue straight into her mouth, with its mass quickly sinking into her. It was like every part of her being was being filled with Muk, and her psychic link to her Gardevoir only made the experience all the more overwhelming as she felt every horny thought inside of her mind thanks to the slime assaulting her on the inside.
Both succumbed completely at the same time, the slime having swallowed their will to resist as both slowly but surely seemed to disappear inside of the Muk's slime. Completely and utterly enthralled as they became nothing more than part of it.
But that didn't mean that it had digested them. Oh no. It let them out on occasion, Grinning wickedly as it watched them lovingly kiss one another, while nearly looking like a pair of Muks with how much slime covered them after they had been allowed to step outside of their Master for a little while...
Ah... Maybe they could bring him more toys to mess with... Then they could be inside him forever...
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[FGO Dollification]
"So, a teacher, eh? You don't look the part, but I think you'll make a good warmup before I take on that loathesome Mother."
"An Oni is nothing more than a common drunk. And your strength pales in comparison to my honed spear."
Shuten Doji and Scathach were facing off against one another. Mostly because Shuten was still as craft an Oni as ever, and if Scathach didn't get in her way then she'd probably find a way to cause problems.
But neither of them were prepared for unwanted guests, as a set of dolls dropped from the ceiling. They had picked a singularity at random to try and cause less problems for their Master, but it seemed as if they had stumbled into one that might just cause problems for them instead.
Neither the Lancer nor the Oni were able to fight back against the spirals within those dolls' eyes. Unable to look away from their sensually shaped nun-like bodies. Resulting in spears falling to the ground at the same time as the oni's gourd.
Strings wrapped around their bodies, all while those dolls slowly started to sink into them. Their very existence overwriting the existence of the two Heroic Spirits, as each part of their bodies started to tense up...
Once the dolls had fully submerged into their bodies, rewriting their existence and replacing it with a set of meager and obedient dolls, the two nun-clad dolls quietly looked towards a faint light in the distance. A light that evoked a sense of obedience within them...
With the nun habits covering their bodies, making them look more like a set of nuns as their eyes closed and their bodies obeyed the orders that had been given to them by their new master, Shuten and Scathach wandered away. Never to return to Chaldea. Never to be Heroes ever again.
They were just Dolls, after all. And Dolls did what their master had programmed them to do...
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[Bowsette Possession]
Bowser had thought that he was so clever. Using the Super Crown to transform into a Peach-like version of himself by the name of Bowsette, he would mess with Mario and eventually discourage him so he could have the Princess all to himself. At least, that was what the plan was.
"Why won't this annoying thing come off?!" But as Bowsette found out, changing back wasn't as easy. She couldn't injure herself, and she couldn't actually get it off. It seemed like she was completely and utterly stuck in this new form of hers. "I don't want to stay a woman!"
Fortunately, it seemed like somebody was willing to lend the old King of Koopas a hand. Just not one that she wanted, as she very suddenly felt everything growing foggy and floaty. As she blinked, she turned her head around... And promptly noticed that she didn't have a head. Or anything for that matter. Because she was just a disembodied soul, and her body...
"Ehehehe, nice body, King Bowser! Hope you don't mind if I keep it!" The voice that left Bowsette's body was a little more eerie, which matched the eyeshadow and the dark eyes she now had, as well as the very long red tongue. A Boo had managed to slip its way into her body, thoroughly enjoying the experience of being properly corporeal as she quickly squeezed her hands up against her excessvie bosom. "Can't believe you'd ignore these things, Sir! But don't worry, I'll show them off to everyone once I make the entire Kingdom mine!"
Bowsette wanted to scream. But she didn't really have the chance to express her frustration and rage at this development before another thick tongue wrapped around her and slurped her up like she was nothing more than food.
At least that's what she was in the new Boo's eyes, the ghastly trickster giggling alongside the Boo that had taken over Bowsette's body. The two giggling as they had just gotten rid of that crummy king for the foreseeable future.
Now, to make the Kingdom one where Boos could feast on whatever souls they wanted, ehehehehe...
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[Wendy MechaKoopa TF]
"Well well, looks like you're a bit more useful than I expected. Still, I have no further use for you. Leave me."
That's what Wendy said when she saw the black and smoky MechaKoopa that had once been Rosalina, whose key visibly jittered as it rotated. It was clearly damaged, and so was the rest of her. Of course she would be, considering she had blown herself up together with her prized observatory.
And as Wendy looked away, she didn't notice the mechanized minion grabbing one of the other MechaKoopas that were currently waddling around inside the room, with her eyes firmly locking onto the one she was supposed to serve. Now, if the gears inside her head that distacted who she was supposed to obey actually worked, she might've chosen to not toss that MechaKoopa right at her supposed mistress.
Wendy didn't get a chance. The MechaKoopa, which was of the same type that had converted Rosalina in the first place, blew up right in her face. Demoting her several ranks in the process, all as she was covered up by a big ball of smoke.
"MechaWendy reporting for duty!" The smoke cleared, and a stupified and mechanized version of Wendy revealed herself. She barely even looked like the Koopaling that she had been, she looked more like a common MechaKoopa with her usual bow on top.
And as the two stupified machines looked at one another, it took a few moments for them to finally realize what they were supposed to do. It was very simple, and baked into their programming. Whenever they didn't have anybody to obey, they were to mass produce themselves. And what better way to do so than to exploit the machinery that didn't blow up when Rosalina caused the observatory to self destruct?
Like a pair of complete dopes, the MechaKoopas waltzed off to turn the proud observatory into a common factory, without any regards to their former selves...
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[Leviathan Pantheon TF x6]
"What do you think you're doing exactly, Necromancess? I don't recall Fafnir allowing you to act independently and annex part of my domain!"
Leviathan was not in a great mood. She had only just been able to wrestle herself back into a body like her original one, after she had been forcibly converted into a Pantheon thanks to a couple of masks breaking through her protective code. And upon realizing that one of the Mutos Reploids that served Fafnir had overstepped his bounds, she turned downright furious.
"You've already returned to the soil once before, Leviathan." Anubis Necromancess said, grabbing his staff as he ignored the threat of the supposedly superior Reploid pointing her spear at him. "Or should I say, Pantheon. Even in this form, your soul still aches for a life of servitude."
Leviathan attempted to strike at the jackal-themed Mutos Reploid for his brazen insinuation, only to find her strike blocked. "I do not want to be a Pantheon ever aga-"
She didn't get the chance to finish. The moment she let her emotions get the better of her, Necromancess forced a Pantheon mask upon her face. And while it was busy hacking through her systems, he stepped back and called forth a sarcophagus on both sides of her, letting it slam shut as she was unable to struggle.
"Foolish Guardian. Your soul has already been tainted by your time as a Pantheon. I merely return you to the state your soul prefers."
She couldn't hear him. Nor would she be able to talk back to him and prove him wrong, because her body had already been altered once the sarcophagus opened and revealed her form once more.
The mask had fused with her head, allowing the Pantheon programming to flow freely through her. Combine that with the bandages wrapped around her body, and she looked less like a prestigeous Guardian, and more like another one of the minions that served Necromancess...
"Now, Pantheon. Service your Master."
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"You're being rather barbaric, Leviathan. Has Dr. Weil not accomodated you and your fellow Guardians well enough?"
Leviathan grit her teeth, still feeling the shock rushing through her body. The voice of Hellbat Schilt rushed through her ears, though thanks to his stealth attack she just couldn't see him. "He doesn't care for us, I can't stand him. And you shouldn't stand him either, you're better than this." The fury in her voice was subdued, but she meant every word.
Hellbat wasn't always a sadist that toyed with his prey like this. He was once a proper gentleman. But whatever Weil did to him and the other Gentle Judges had ruined any respect she had for him and his peers....
"Such rude behavior. No matter, Dr. Weil gave us full permission to dismantle you and your fellow Guardians, should you show too much resistance. But I have a better idea in mind."
Leviathan just barely got a glimpse of the Reploid before she felt something wrapping around her head once again, and she felt that familiar hum echo through her mind. He had forced a Pantheon mask on her, and... and...
Her body grew limp, as all of her energy drained. The only thing keeping her any kind of conscious was the power being pumped into her by the mask currently converting her. A process that was quicker than ever, thanks to all of her defenses being bypassed by the Reploid draining her.
"Delicious. And now you'll do what you're told. Like a proper Lady." Hellbat laughed, all while cupping the Pantheon Thrall that he had made. Nowhere near as effective in combat as a proper Pantheon, but it appealed to his sensibilities so much more. "Kneel, Thrall. Kneel before your Master."
The Pantheon didn't think twice, kneeling down like the obedient thrall that she was. All while the light in her single eye dimly glowed, showing devotion towards her master...
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"A Guardian, a traitor, all the way out here? You would wander this far, yet you would not save Master Phantom? Hiss!"
Leviathan's body had moved all on its own after she had managed to get it restored. It was like she was still following the routines that normal Pantheons had programmed into them, and those routines brought her to the den of the rebuilt Hyleg Ourobockle, who was currenly coiled around her...
"L-Let... Go..." Her strength had weakened as a result of how many times she had to have her body restored. Letting even a simple Mytos Reploid overpower her and coil around her, all while she slowly looked into his eyes. Those... Spiraling, colorful eyes...
"Hiss! You let go, traitor. Let go of your mind and serve eternally! Serve, serve, serve! That is your penance, that is your true duty!" Ourobockle's voice echoed through the Guardian's mind, as those colors in his eyes rapidly flashed brighter and brighter, spinning on and on. All while his extended serpentine limbs reached for one of the Pantheon Masks that he had laying around.
She did not struggle. She listened. And the Pantheon Mask was applied, reinstating all of the proper protocols inside her mind. All while her eye glowed brighter and brighter, before replicating all of the wonderful colors that were flowing forth from Ourobockle's eyes.
"Obey... Serve... Destroy..." Her voice digitized until it was no more, the words repeating throughout her mind. It was getting harder and harder to wipe them from her mind thanks to how often she was being reprogrammed, and when coupled with the hypnotic powers used by Ourobockle... There was no way that she'd be able to rid herself of this. Even after a factory reset...
The serpentine Mytos Reploid laughed as he uncoiled from her, and watched her walk off like a good soldier. With this, he had gained catharsis. He might not have avenged his Master, but he had gotten some revenge on those he deemed responsible.
And should she rebel from her programming, he would fry her brain once again with his hypnotic subroutines...
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"My, to seek me out in particular. You must know of my abilities, Leviathan. But do you believe you've earned your way back into Dr. Weil's good graces?"
Leviathan trembled as she looked upon the playful fox in front of her. Cubit Foxtar. She would never willingly seek him out, but this was a special occasion. She needed his help...
"Foxtar... Please..." She panted, her eyes glowing red not unlike that of a Pantheon. "Examine... Please examine my soul..." She muttered, kneeling down as much as possible. It was humiliating, but she knew that he would not do as she asked if she didn't.
She could feel his foot squeeze around her head, all while he let out a laugh. "To see such a proud Guardian beg for my help. Very well. Just this once, I will let you see how far you've fallen, Leviathan." He mocked her, as energies started to flow out of her body and into the air in front of him.
Leviathan became aware of what was going on around her, looking at the world through her soul. The... deeply red-tinted vision that her soul had access to... No, there was no way...
"My my." Foxtar said, all while carefully cupping the Pantheon-shaped soul that had flowed out of Leviathan. "This doesn't seem to be a soul belonging to a Guardian. This seems to be nothing more than a Pantheon's worthless excuse for a soul. No matter. I'll put you back in one of the mass produced bodies. Then I'll have to find out how to properly punish Leviathan for playing this foul trick on me."
He did not see her as a Guardian. He just saw her as a Pantheon. Just as she saw herself. And as he kicked her body aside, she didn't feel anything. No rage, no frustration...
Just obedience, as she was carried off to fill her proper body...
---
Leviathan marched. She marched and she marched. Because she was a good Pantheon. She was... She... No, that wasn't right, she wasn't a Pantheon! She was a Guardian..!
"Leviathan! Have you truly fallen this far!?"
Leviathan's reawakened ego responded to the loud and proud voice of one Blizzack Staggroff, who was beyond furious at the sight of her current form. She was barely any different from any other Pantheon. No signs of ever being anything more.
"How... How did you-" She tried to speak, her voice sounding more digitized and impersonalized than ever, but she didn't get to finish. Not before most of her functions were disabled thanks to a set of horns finding their way into her body, taking out the weak limbs that were supposed to serve as her armaments.
Staggroff knocked the Pantheon that was supposed to be his leader down, all while pointing his turbine arm at her weakened form. "You dishonor me, Leviathan! I followed you because you were strong, but now you're nothing more than another soldier. And yet you keep returning, thinking that you're more. You're worthless, Leviathan!" He shouted, all while his turbine started to spin, the cold air flowing out...
She didn't say a thing. She couldn't say a thing. The cold that poured forth from her former subordinate's arm had already injured her systems, and as she froze more and more... She could do very little except dimly look up at him. Weakly displaying just how far she had fallen. A proud Guardian, reduced to nothing more than a mere minion.
"Freeze forever, Leviathan. Your role as a Guardian has been taken, and I will follow her lead from now on. And if I see you again, I will ensure that you remain frozen." Staggroff muttered, before his turbine turned off and he took his leave, ignoring the iced Guardian he had left behind...
...Her role had been taken..?
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"Y-You... That's... My body..!"
With what little will remained inside of her, Leviathan had managed to return to where she had always been stationed. And what did she see? She saw herself. Or rather, she saw her body converted into an advanced Pantheon unit, to the point where the single eye was no longer a mask and more a proper part of her head.
"Lesser Pantheon. Former Leviathan." The new Pantheon Leviathan spoke, her eye glaring at the weaker unit in front of her. "Kneel." A single command echoed out, as that eye glowed even brighter than ever.
Leviathan had no choice but to kneel. As a Pantheon, she had to obey those superior to her. N-No, she was... She was... She... She...
"Lesser Pantheon. Delete all data."
Her eye started to dim as she accepted the command. She could barely hold on before, but now it was truly the end. Nothing would remain inside her mind. Not a single aspect would be retained. Not even any proper Pantheon programming. Just an empty shell. An empty, useless shell. That was how far the former Guardian had fallen.
She collapsed. Sitting uselessly on her knees, with her eye completely blank. There was no programming inside her. Nothing to properly command her. Nothing to give her any directions...
Not until Pantheon Leviathan touched her body, and new programming rushed in. "Download complete." A synthesized and standardized voice came from the Pantheon, as she got up onto her feet and saluted the superior Pantheon. "Ready for orders."
"Dismissed." Pantheon Leviathan didn't need somebody like her there. She didn't need a minion like her. She was already more than powerful, especially thanks to the continued Pantheon production.
The Pantheon nodded, saluted, and turned around to leave the superior Pantheon's domain. So she could continue her patrols. Fulfill her mission.
And ultimately, fall in the line of duty. Forgotten by all, replaced by a better her...