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"Let go of me, you stupid sheep!"

Dream growled as she fought back against the prying hands. The assailant, a sheep that she had sworn she knew from some location, did nothing but grasp and pull at the binding tape already wrapped about her arms. The material and adhesive must have been perfectly formulated to combine with the rubber itself, as there was no give or slipperiness against it. Her properly shined latex should have easily gotten free, as it had before during the testing phase, so this was more than a little frustrating.

"Negative. Subject Dream Searcher is scheduled to be captured and upgraded."

The sheep spoke without a thought or emotion behind the words. It was like she was reading from a prompter, which the glowing visor very well might have been. A bright emerald glow showed constantly altering text, though the dragon herself was a little too distracted to take note of it. It was more the burning rage that continued to upset her, prying her attentions towards the rubbery bindings instead of what should have been a latex sheep that she found arousing.

Hell, at another time, this girl would have been one of her many subjects. Bound in red and gold, her face obscured and horns rewritten to emulate her own. A proper Dream Drone.

But here she was, dressed in the muted blacks and greens of some up and coming corporation. She hadn't really committed the name to memory, as it had seemed like something that she could easily dismiss as a passing fad. Many hypnotic villains failed to find purchase, unlike the dragon, and faded into obscurity after mere months on the market. A technology company would abandon their initiatives quickly, or at least that's what Dream had assumed.

Instead, she didn't know that there was a list of people, those who were powerful in either ability or position, that were being sought after.

Top of the list? Dream Searcher. Master hypnotist, villain, rich woman, rubber enthusiast. The sort of person most would climb over themselves to serve, but now being taken to learn to do the same. Her body captured and squeaking against the impossibly precise sheep, with her deft fingers and steel grip.

"So what are you doing now, puppet?" Dream once again growled, her golden eyes flaring to life. If there had been any warning, she would have beaten this attacker into the ground.

"ZD-530 requesting collection services." the drone ignored her, reaching up and putting one hand against the back of Dream's head. She could faintly hear the hiss of words through the visor, a confirmation of the request.

"You think you're going to collect-"

ZAP

A shock hit Dream, and she fell into the latex arms of her future.

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"Let go of me, you stupid sheep!"

Dream growled as she fought back against the prying hands. The assailant, a sheep that she had sworn she knew from some location, did nothing but grasp and pull at the binding tape already wrapped about her arms. The material and adhesive must have been perfectly formulated to combine with the rubber itself, as there was no give or slipperiness against it. Her properly shined latex should have easily gotten free, as it had before during the testing phase, so this was more than a little frustrating.

"Negative. Subject Dream Searcher is scheduled to be captured and upgraded."

The sheep spoke without a thought or emotion behind the words. It was like she was reading from a prompter, which the glowing visor very well might have been. A bright emerald glow showed constantly altering text, though the dragon herself was a little too distracted to take note of it. It was more the burning rage that continued to upset her, prying her attentions towards the rubbery bindings instead of what should have been a latex sheep that she found arousing.

Hell, at another time, this girl would have been one of her many subjects. Bound in red and gold, her face obscured and horns rewritten to emulate her own. A proper Dream Drone.

But here she was, dressed in the muted blacks and greens of some up and coming corporation. She hadn't really committed the name to memory, as it had seemed like something that she could easily dismiss as a passing fad. Many hypnotic villains failed to find purchase, unlike the dragon, and faded into obscurity after mere months on the market. A technology company would abandon their initiatives quickly, or at least that's what Dream had assumed.

Instead, she didn't know that there was a list of people, those who were powerful in either ability or position, that were being sought after.

Top of the list? Dream Searcher. Master hypnotist, villain, rich woman, rubber enthusiast. The sort of person most would climb over themselves to serve, but now being taken to learn to do the same. Her body captured and squeaking against the impossibly precise sheep, with her deft fingers and steel grip.

"So what are you doing now, puppet?" Dream once again growled, her golden eyes flaring to life. If there had been any warning, she would have beaten this attacker into the ground.

"ZD-530 requesting collection services." the drone ignored her, reaching up and putting one hand against the back of Dream's head. She could faintly hear the hiss of words through the visor, a confirmation of the request.

"You think you're going to collect-"

ZAP

A shock hit Dream, and she fell into the latex arms of her future.

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Drawn by

Story by

Aster is belongs to Phatman

Theme of picture belongs to