Patron story for @ForbiddenArchive, a crossover of their Jotraider stories and Vitalizers, inspired by this sketch I got from Faetomi on twitter: https://twitter.com/TheFaetomi/status/1534198289976987649?t=VM29rzxNEWDGs8EMWcLkqQ&s=19.

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“We usually leave that kind of thing for the cleanup teams.” Maya said idly. “Director Marion is quite insistent that it goes to evidence lockup properly, and it’s not the Magical Girls’ job to handle them. Even if Sun occasionally ignores that.”

“I’m not a Magical Girl though, Vita Rose. So it’s fine.” Said the armored warrior. “While I might be getting used to this world still, I imagine your R&D division does a similar sort of research to Atlas, anyway.”

“That is a technicality, and you know it. You should be more respectful to your hosts.”

“Perhaps. I apologize for taking advantage of the situation. Aren’t you curious to know how they work? What sorts of differences there may be between your world and mine?”

Vita Rose sighed loudly. This was… a touch irritating, to put it lightly. Especially because Hiro happened to be correct, Maya was in fact really curious about it.

The non-Magical Girl helper was… an interesting visitor. A visitor from another world, who had appeared through a strange portal not very long before. While incredibly rare, it wasn’t entirely unheard of; through her family contacts, Maya was aware that the MGA’s Matsushita City branch had a similar case ongoing. It had taken only a cursory examination of the woman’s body and technology to determine that she was speaking the truth.

Hiro’s version of the world had a lot fewer heroes. There weren’t really massive governing bodies like the MGA; Hiro herself worked with a private business by the name of Atlas Corp, which sounded like it wouldn’t be off-base to consider as equivalent to this world’s Lecroix Magitronics. Research into magic and other superpowers, often prompted by the appearance of Villains and whatever is recovered from them.

After her sudden appearance in New Union, Hiro had elected to investigate local authorities, and eventually presented herself to the MGA, and offered to assist as payment for room and board. It hadn’t been a woman running scared to find somewhere to hide behind either, but a logical decision; arriving with no resources but the clothes on her back, Hiro’s options would have been going homeless, using her special armor to commit crimes and being labeled a Villain, or present herself to an authority and get accommodated that way.

Maya wasn’t all that sure what to make of her as a person, but as a fighter she was cool under pressure and efficient in her movements. She had helped the Vitalizers with a few Villains up to this point, making the fights go a bit smoother than normal. This last one had been a bit of an oddity, a group of armored women brainwashed into canine obedience by their masks. The leader had been taken down as one would normally expect, but then Hiro for some reason decided to pick up some of the drones’ masks and strange devices from the hips once they were deactivated.

“Lecroix, if you would take them to storage?” Hiro asked. “I have to get cleaned. The PAWN suit does not automatically clean me when I take it off, unlike your transformations.”

Maya sighed, but nodded, taking a stack of the masks from Hiro and heading off with them. Hiro had a hastily converted office for a bedroom (it wouldn’t do to have her in Medical or Holding, after all), with a similarly rough hack job of a storage room next to it where she kept her things.

The Magical Girl was not originally planning to linger there. Maya Lecroix was a busy woman, with her attention being pulled a half dozen ways at any given moment, but she paused inside of the storage room. What could Hiro possibly hope to learn from these that might transfer to her own world? For all they knew, the magic systems were completely different and incompatible.

The recovered masks lay inert, along with the devices. Both had shapes like an abstract rendition of a jackal’s face. It was easy enough to guess what the masks were for, but Maya found herself wondering as to the purpose of the other items. They surely weren’t communications devices or something on those lines - those had clearly been in the mask…

Maya adjusted her glasses and picked one of the items back up. “A peculiar little trinket… I wonder, what happens when-“

Maya’s grip triggered something. Whether it was because of her ungloved hand making contact (having long left magical form), or because she’d accidentally pressed a button, the trinket lit up, the sockets of the abstracted jackal symbol lighting up pink. [New Potential Host Detected], a mechanical voice reported, [Initiating Conversion].

Vita Rose probably would have been able to resist whatever it did to her easily. It was just a minion-making device working on it’s own without power from a proper Villain, and Magical Girls had enough resistance to shrug such a thing off. Unfortunately for her, Maya was not presently Vita Rose; she’d returned to her mundane form upon entering the Magical Girl Association HQ. While Maya had more magical resistance than your average person, that didn’t make up for the fact she had activated the object herself, an act bypassing much of it. The battle was lost before it really began.

The first change was the talisman affixing itself to her side. A belt was magically generated from within, spooling out and wrapping around her body before squeezing tight, fastened with an exact copy of the object on her other side. From there, her clothes began burning away, vanishing into thin air spreading out from her center. Maya hardly had time to notice this - it was happening so fast that the first thing she noticed was the cool air on her now bare chest as her top and bra were discarded.

“…Excuse me?” she said, not fully processing the speed at which the transformation was taking place - even in the time it took to say those words, the rest of her clothes were lost. However, they were swiftly replaced. A stretchy black substance oozed out of the new ‘belt’ around her torso, rapidly spreading to cover her whole body. Once she was completely covered in the shiny black latex-like material, parts of it fell away - from the hips and shoulders and chest, leaving her with a shiny black leotard with a cleavage window, along with long gloves and leggings and boots.

Maya found herself stunned at the sudden change, tugging at her new uniform with shock even as assorted gold bangles and accessories formed to compliment it. Even with how fast things were going she could remember what the outfit was - the exact same as the drones they’d fought earlier. Which meant-

She gasped as a burning heat filled her body. There was a rough squelching sound as her outfit strained to accomodate her - her breasts swelled in size well beyond their formerly modest shape while her butt did the same. The outfit suddenly felt that much tighter, especially where it met her womanhood. The shape of the outfit meant her newly enhanced thighs were not only visible but easily accessible.

Her body in proper shape, it was only natural what was next - a mask formed from magic in front of her, in similar shape to the object that had started the whole mess, and rapidly affixed itself to her face. It lit up pink, as it’s interior filled with spirals and it’s ears bounced hypnotic suggestions back into her head.

You are not a human. You are not a person. You are not an individual. The suggestions came in time with the pulses of the spiral. Maya would have found it a bit on the nose if she wasn’t suddenly having a hard time thinking. The spirals were making it so hard to think. But thinking was a thing humans did, wasn’t it? So maybe it was fine she couldn’t think since she wasn’t a person.

You are a dog. You are property. You are nameless. Since she wasn’t a human, it was easy to accept that she was a dog. Since she wasn’t a human, and did not think, it was only logical that she be the property of someone who did. She was most certainly not Maya Lecroix, whoever that was; names weren’t meant for toys like her.

You are Canis Unit 392. You are Canis Unit 392. You are Canis Unit 392.

She was Canis Unit 392. She was Canis Unit 392. She was Canis Unit 392. All thoughts and memory of whoever she had been not five minutes earlier fell out of her head, recognized as useless and discarded as junk data taking up valuable space in her limited mind. 392 saw no value in remembering someone who clearly did not exist.

As Canis Unit 392 recognized her new self, the transformation settled - a barcode and her identification number emblazoned themselves on her pelvis, both on the leotard and below it, while a black canine tail sprouted from her bottom. She found herself automatically snapping a sharp salute. “Canis Unit 392, awaiting orders!” she reported to the empty air.

Normally there would have been another, superior Canis unit, or even an Owner, there to inform the drone of what she was to do. There wasn’t this time. What there was, however, was the spirals and the programming in her mask. As the only remaining active Canis unit in the area, she was in command. A Canis Unit could not be alone. It needed to form a pack. Therefore, 392 would form a pack.

It could already detect suitable material nearby.

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Hiro hummed softly to herself as she started the hot water, the room steaming up. The MGA had some decent facilities, she could appreciate having a nice big shower and a locker room; her own Atlas Corporation didn’t even have as much, despite having a number of much more strenuous tasks for it’s employees to take on, and not having the active use of magic to resolve such issues.

She stuffed her clothes away and stepped into the stream of water, sighing as tense muscles loosened and she started to relax. She let her mind wander while her body went through the motions. There was a lot she had to think about.

This world was… well it was a lot like hers. But subtly different in ways that were always jarring. Some cities existed in one but not the other. She was pretty sure her preferred brand of drink was still there, but renamed. Magic had taken another form entirely. The Magical Girl Association seemed more moral than Atlas Corporation but she couldn’t yet be sure; once an organization gets to a certain size, there’s generally something off with it.

Then there was the ‘Villains’ - which seemed not entirely dissimilar to the Jotaijin from her home world in some respects, and completely different in another. She wasn’t sure if it was that they were weaker, or healing magic was better, but it seemed like very little they did stuck. If someone gets turned into a minion, they can be easily recovered with healing magic. Any physical alterations to the Villain themselves can be removed, if they didn’t willingly go nuts. It was honestly kind of nice, in some ways. The Villains tended to do a lot more damage but it was much easier to fix, so she didn’t have to be so careful in her fighting.

As her thoughts drifted over the earlier battle, they also drifted to Vita Rose, or Maya Lecroix. A very dutiful young woman, serious and polite and much more competent than someone fresh into their college years ought to be…

The door of the shower slid open quietly, masked by the sounds of the water. Canis Unit 392 slipped inside silently. The target was a notable combatant, but presently without the armor suit that gave them their enhanced capability. Still, their general proficiency meant they should be approached with caution and properly ambushed.

Hiro wondered what was behind her carefully constructed facade. She saw peaks of it when Maya was Vita Rose; she wasn’t sure if the magical form altered their personality, emphasized parts of it, or simply let them feel more free to be themselves. Was there that same undercurrent of passion and anger in even the rock-steady heiress as the fiery haired heroine? She reminded Hiro of her younger days, in many ways…

Hiro was so lost in thought, she didn’t hear the soft steps until it was far too late. She felt something press up against her back, a warm body on her own and something soft squishing into her behind. “Suitable subject for conversion found.” A familiar voice said.

“M-Maya!? What is the meaning of- Ah!” Hiro’s complaints were abruptly cut off as something was pushed onto her hip. Looking down, she saw one of those objects she’d brought back with her, lighting up and reporting that it would begin conversion.

With her already being naked, the change happened even faster than Canis Unit 392’s had; the latex leotard formed rapidly over her nude body, squeezing in all the right places as the magical device forced Hiro’s figure to swell. She tried to struggle, but the drone was significantly stronger than she was outside of her armor - all she accomplished was moaning as she felt the pleasure from being transformed.

“Do not resist.” Canis Unit 392 ordered, as she pushed a mask onto Hiro’s face. The mask lit up, doing it’s hypnotic work.

You are not a human. You are not a person. You are not an individual. The hypnosis thrummed in Hiro’s ears. Never having a strong sense of individuality in the first place - she was called a PAWN back home after all - she felt her resistance breaking already. It was so hard to think.

You are a dog. You are property. Submit to Alpha. The words gave her permission not to think. She shouldn’t think. She was the least of the pack. She was inferior. She was used to following orders, so it was no trouble at all to shift who she followed orders from. Maya - no, Canis Unit 392 was her superior. A true owner was nowhere to be found, so until they found one she would have to listen to her new Alpha unit.

You are Canis Unit 393…

“I am Canis Unit 393…” The ex-Hiro murmured, drooling slightly as her mind was overwritten. Silly little things like a name and history weren’t needed. Useless things like her memories of another world didn’t matter. She was Canis Unit 393, subservient to Canis Unit 392 - that was the beginning and end of who she was, and anything else was irrelevant.

As she straightened and saluted to her superior, her tail came in and a barcode emblazoned itself on her pelvis, matching the former Maya. Between the two drones, there was now only a minor difference of hairstyle and height to tell them apart. But anyone looking in could easily tell who was in charge from 393’s body language - 392 was her superior in every way.

Normally, 392 would have been a mere drone. But there wasn’t any superior in communication with her, and she was the first; so as Unit 393 saluted her, her visor flashed an extra bit of programming into her mind. She was marked as an ‘Alpha’ unit, allowed some autonomy and the smallest bits of thought so that she could operate independently.

Unable to detect any new conversion targets immediately nearby, and aware that they were in hostile territory, Alpha-392 came to the decision - they would lurk here until additional targets arrived, in order to ambush them and add to their number before attempting to move on.

Her canine ears twitched as she looked at the brainless 393, the beginnings of an emotion forming. Desire. As part of the more dominant instincts embedded in her as an Alpha, came an urge to use it. And 393 was right there, ready to be used. “…Unit 393.” Alpha-392 said after a moment. “Service your Alpha.”

A jolt of pleasure went through Unit 393 as she received the order. It was good to obey. It was pleasurable to obey. She was property, and the Alpha was her owner now. She straightened. “Yes, Alpha. Canis Unit 393 initiating service protocols.”

The drone dropped to all fours and approached, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Not a scrap of Hiro’s confident and serious self was left - just a dog-drone eager to please. Alpha-392 slid her leotard slightly to the side, revealing her snatch for 393 to go for.

Canis Unit 393 followed her orders to the letter. She was asked to service Alpha-392 and the thought of not doing so was simply impossible to conceive of. She stretched her back and neck upwards and her tongue found her Alpha’s soft mound. Pleasure-programming overtook her mind, letting her know just the right way to pleasure her superior. She kissed the mound softly, licking the lower lips and helping Alpha-392 properly arouse herself for what came next.

Alpha-392, for her part, took more pleasure in asserting her dominance over Canis Unit 393; she gripped her by the canine ears of her mask, pulling her up and into her womanhood and making sure she was unable to pull back. She was in complete control of 393’s movements, and so very thoroughly enjoying it.

393, for her part, thought of nothing but serving - she had to pleasure the superior Canis Unit, she had to make her feel good. With each stroke of her tongue she went deeper, and deeper, her own pleasure rising in proportion to what she gave. She didn’t even need to touch herself - pleasuring someone else gave her all she needed.

The lesser drone licked and licked, growing more intense with each passing moment, as Alpha-392 pressed her so close it was hard for 393 to breath. It was only a matter of time before both were driven to orgasm, moaning loudly as they finally split apart.

Their recovery was fast - they were drones, and they could work through their own immense pleasure. Especially when they heard someone calling out. “Hello? Someone in there? It’s Hina, do you mind if I come in?” came a voice.

The prime directive for both drones remained firmly in place - grow the pack. Alpha-392 pulled her leotard back into place while 393 readjusted her mask. They would have to go out to greet this ‘Hina’ girl - or Canis Unit 394, rather.