The night air howled through the city streets as the Fox Dragon Hero, the Blue Spirit, sat on top of a building's gargoyle. He scanned over the city, the sounds of police radio chatter filling his ears. This was a typical night for him, now that things were back to normal. It took the League of Heroes two months before they figured out what happened to MIstress Icewind and himself, and then get them back to normal. Now that he wasn’t a mold being used to make evil clones he could get back on his patrol. He sighed and scanned the horizon slowly, having a bit of a boring night. It wasn’t a bad thing of course. A crime free night ment he could go home without new bruises. Still he did want to make sure his fighting skills were up to the test after so much time away. The spirit sighed again and turned his head back again. Just then, the scanner started to go off.


        “Attention all officers near the first national bank. The silent alarm has been tripped. Suspects are the Rooster and the cluck gang. All officers report and approach with caution.”

        The spirit smiled, turning his head in the direction of the bank, police lights and sirens filling the night air as they sped off in that direction. He nodded and stood up on the gargoyle, arms at his sides, before falling forward of the gargoyle. He fell for several seconds before gripping his cape and fanning it out, catching the air and starting to glide. He silently glided over the buildings, making his way toward the bank. 


        It took him 10 minutes before he flew over the roof of the bank. Out front, the cops were busy dodging bullets and feather shurikens, controlling traffic, and trying to get the situation under control. The spirit smiled and landed on the roof of the bank with a hard thump and rolling to a stop. He then went over to an Air conditioning vent, ripping it off, and sliding down into the building. He fell down into a small storage room, the ceiling vent clattering to the room as he landed on top of it. He hurried over to the door and burst through it and into the hall. He then ran down the hall and in the main lobby. 


        As he approached, he heard the sound of gun fire and the thunk of the shuriken feathers against metal. He looked down from the second floor balcony, watching the Villainous Rooster. He was a fat male chicken, with the dress sense of a fancy clown. He wore a cheap, worn, pink wool suit, and had playing card suits painted on his face. He crowed and cackled maniacally as he tossed random grenades out the door. All the while, his multicolored rubber chicken minions continued to work, either pulling money out of the safe or attacking the cops.

        “Hahahaha! Take this you pigs! You don’t need all this money,” He said, tossing another grenade out the door. It clattered several times, before settling and exploding again. He then readied and threw another one. It flew through the air for a second before getting pinned to the wall by a lumb of blue goo. It then exploded, making a hole in the wall. The rooster then looked over to where it came from to see the blue spirit fall to the floor. He then slowly rose up as the Rooster crowed again. 

        “Haha! Well look who it is. The Cyan Spooky boy! Coming to stop my fun,” The Rooster said, a mocking tone in his voice. The Spirit said nothing and just stared out at the Rooster and his minions. The Rooster frowned and crossed his arms in annoyance. 


        “Hmph, you know it’s no fun if you don’t play along,” The rooster said, huffing loudly. The pair then stood there for several seconds before the rooster threw his arms up. “To hell with it. Minions! Attack!” At that, the chicken minions ran at the spirit, attempting to attack him. It wasn’t easy though as the Spirit ducked and dodged their swings, dispatching each of them with his martial arts. Each hit sank into their bodies, making them let out a loud squeaky wheeze as they flew back against the wall. Some of the ones at the door then turned and began firing at the Spirit. He quickly dodged their fire, bouncing against the walls before taking them out, quickly dismantling their guns in the confusion. The Rooster watched on in amusement, occasionally tossing in a grenade. This didn’t stop the spirit though as he either tossed them up or dodged and guarded with his cape. This did destroy some of the minions, making piles of colored rubber rain to the floor. Before long, all the minions were dispatched, and the Spirit turned to face the Rooster. He looked at him sternly and began to walk toward him. The rooster scrambled around his body, patting the outside before looking around the inside for more grenades. Soon though, The Spirit came up and lifted him by the collar. 


        “It’s over, Rooster, I’m taking you in,” the Spirit said, in his deep and intimidating voice.


        “Alright alright, you got me,” The rooster said, lifting his hands into the air, “But before You turn me over to the cops, I have a question. Does this flower smell weird to you?” He then reached down to a limp and dirty flower, pined in his lapel, and squeezed it. A cloud of yellow gas then sprayed out into the Spirit’s face, causing him to drop the Rooster and stumble backward. The Rooster cackled loudly as the Spirit coughed and fanned at the air. 


        “What’s the matter, Spooky? Feeling a little tired from staying up past your bedtime,” The rooster said laughing and cackling more. The Spirit coughed more as his vision began to fade. He stumbled back and fell to the ground. The crowing of the Rooster was the last thing he heard.


        Hours later the Spirit woke back up, strapped to a metal table with his arms over his head and his legs spread. He grunted and pulled against the metal clamps that held him down, but they wouldn’t budge. He did notice that his tail was not clamped down. If he could just reach his belt, he had something to get him free. But as he looked down, he saw his waist empty. He should have sprung for that booby trap package. He grunted and looked around the room. To his left there was a table next to him with several devices, a weird glove, a strange bumpy cone, and some kind of egg with an antenna on it.  As he looked about his head, he saw a weird helmet device, and following the cable he saw a large computer set up to his left. He looked around more for anything he could try to grab with his tail that could help him, but there was nothing. There was then the creaking of a door to his right, He turned to look, seeing the Rooster step into the room. They chuckled as they walked up to him. 


        “Well well, looks like you're finally awake,” He said, giggling more. “Good thing, I would hate to have you sleep through all the fun stuff.”


        “Where am I Rooster,” The Spirit said, pulling on his restraints again. 


        “Oh just a special place I take heroes that need some “Reeducation”,”He said walking up closer and starting to pace. “You know, you’ve been a thorn in my side for too long now. And all attempts to kill you have been fruitless. You’re like a cockroach, coming back again and again no matter how many times I kill you. So! I’m moving on to a different method. If you can’t beat them, MAKE them join you,” He said giggling. 


        “You’re crazy Rooster. I’d never join you in a million years,” The Spirit said, pulling on the restraints again. 


        “Oh I know you’d never join me willingly. That’s why I said I’d MAKE you join,” He said, moving over and grabbing a knife. “You may have noticed all the equipment around you. It all cost me a pretty penny of course. Mind scrambler doesn’t work for free,” He said, waving the knife around. He then mumbled under his breath, “God damn overcharging prick,” before looking at the Spirit again. He then grabbed at the hero’s outfit and began to cut it off. 


“But with all of this, I should be able to “Convince” you to join my team, your skills will be put to good use here,” The rooster said, ripping off the hero’s pants and exposing his crotch. 


“It doesn’t matter what you do Rooster. You’ll never break me,” The Spirit said defiantly. The Rooster smiled and giggled evilly as he worked at cutting and ripping off his top. He worked until all that was left on the Spirit was his mask. The Rooster smiled and gave it a gentle pat with the knife. 

        “This can stay on of course. No sense in spoiling the mystery,” He said giggling and tossing the knife away. He then walked over to the table and picked up the metal glove. He smiled and slipped it over his right hand and began to press some buttons on it. It began to light up and hum softly. The Rooster smiled and walked over to the left side of the Spirit and began to rub his hand over his crotch. As he did, the humming got louder as a vibration started in the glove. The Spirit tensed up and pulled on the restraints as his cock began to twitch and rise to the vibrations.The Rooster smiled and gripped his cock in the glove and gave it a good squeeze as it hardened. 


        “What….what are you doing,” The Spirit said, panting and trying to stifle a moan. 


        “Weakening your defenses. I know how strong and disciplined of a mind you have, but no one can fight back against the horny,” The Rooster said, stroking the Spirit’s cock. He smiled and stroked it for several minutes, listening to the Spirit moan and pant heavily as he tried to resist. The rooster then reached over to the table with his other hand and picked up the weird cone device. It had widening ridges down the side, capping out at 4 inches wide at the base, with a switch at the bottom. He then smiled and lowered it down to the Spirit’s anus, and began to push it in slowly. The Spirit yelped in surprise at the cold intruder and clenched tight around the half inch tip. The Rooster smiled and backed off, before pushing it in farther. He smiled and kept this up until he was at the 3 inch ring. The Spirit was left groaning and panting as his hole was left stretched. 

        “You….won’t…break….me,” He said in between his groans and moans. 


        “Oh not with this alone. But Once I put this on you,” He said, moving over to the helmet, “And turn it on. That stoic, stone like attitude of yours will quickly collapse,” He then started to lower it down and fit it over the Spirit's head. The Spirit tried to shake it off but it had too good of a grip. The Rooster then walked over to the computer and turned it on, the room filled with whirring of fans and beeping as the system's OS started up. The Spirit watched as the Rooster typed away at the command prompt. Within seconds a program popped up. Lines of text with a pair of wireframe figures appeared on the screen. One of the figures was shaped like The Fox-Dragon, and the other shaped like a plump chicken. He blushed as he saw the figures and read some of the text. The Rooster was trying to make him into another mindless minion! He groaned and struggled again, making the cone toy in his hole press and rub against his prostate. 


        “You’re crazy! It’s going to take more than some cheap tech to make me into a mindless chicken,” He said defiantly. 


        “We’ll see about that. But I think soon you’ll just be clucking along with the rest of the hens,” The Rooster said cackling loudly. He then pressed enter on the keyboard. A second later a rose colored visor dropped down in front of the Spirit’s eyes. A swirling pattern then began to play on the visor, flashing the words “Good hen”, “Good Chicken”, “Obey”, “Always Clucking”, and so on over and over. He groaned and closed his eyes, but was given a gentle shock every time he did. He groaned and stared out of the visor, trying not to focus on the words flashing quickly past, but at a point in the distance. It didn’t do any good though as the Rooster typed another command into the computer as soon an audio file started to play.


        “A good chicken is happy. A good chicken obeys. Obeying brings the chicken happiness. Clucking brings the chicken happiness. You are a good chicken. You were always a good chicken. You’ve always wanted to be a good chicken.”


        The Spirit groaned and tensed up as the audio started up. He clenched his jaw and started to hum to the tune of Frere Jacques. A simple tune, but one he knew by heart and one that he’d used before. The rooster smiled and moved away from the computer and pushed a button on the base of the cone. It then started vibrating softly. The Rooster then smiled and began to push it a little deeper into the Spirit’s ass. The Spirit moaned out and stopped humming as the device was pushed into him. He panted and tried to start humming again, but every time he did, the Rooster either thrust the cone into him or stroked his hard and throbbing cock. The Spirit moaned as his concentration was broken again and again. Each time he tried to focus or hum, he was given a shock or teased by the devices. 


        Over on the screens, percentages began to rise and decrease. His willpower slowly decreasing along with mental capacity. Meanwhile, the percentage of reprogramming was increasing. The process continued on for several hours, teasing, shocking, and reprogramming taking its toll on the Spirit. Before long, the fox-dragon was laying there, clucking like a good hen. The rooster smiled as he stopped his teasing and looked over at the screen. Willpower: 0%, Mental Capacity: 50%, Reprograming: 100%. Perfect, the exact numbers he wanted. He walked over and turned off the computer before turning back to the Spirit. 


        “Well well well. How is my newest hen doing,” He said, lifting the helmet off his head. The Spirit bawked and clucked a few times, a happy smile on his face. The Rooster smiled and nodded before unlocking the restraints. The Spirit slid off the angled table and onto his feet, before standing there, staring ahead. The Rooster then walked in front of him and nodded. 


        “Time to get you into your new form as well. After all this is not fitting of a god hen. Chicken, follow,” He said, picking up the egg and walking toward another room. THe Spirit followed behind, the programming compelling him to do so. They walked into a larger room with a huge machine in it. It looked like some kind of molding machine, but far larger. The Rooster smiled and led the Spirit over to a platform with a large tallon shaped footprint in it. He pointed to the spot and told the Spirit to stand there, which they obeyed. He then nodded and opened the Spirits muzzle, grabbing a large tube and pushing it into the Spirits mouth. He then spread the Spirit’s arms out and told him to hold there. He then went around and pushed the egg into their ass, a little extra insurance to keep his toy in line. The spirit let out a loud BAKAWK but didn’t move otherwise. The Rooster nodded and patted their ass before stepping down off the platform. 


        “Now don’t move, this will be over before you know it,” He said, letting out a cackle. He moved over to a control panel and hit a green start button. A buzzer sounded as heating coils kicked on. The Rooster pressed several buttons and watched as the machines went to work. Two arms then came over and pressed lenses into his eyes, giving him see through cartoon eyes. Two mold negatives then moved down from the ceiling and moved around the Spirit. They closed with a loud thunk followed by a hissing as they locked with each other then the base. A hose was then attached to the top of the mold before warm liquid yellow rubber was poured in. The air was filled with glorping and slorping as the rubber filled the mold. Once the mold started to backfill, the pumps stopped and the hose was moved away. It was then left to set for a few minutes. 


        Once the mold had set, there was another hiss and thunk as the molds separated. They moved away to reveal a new rubber chicken blank that was once the Spirit. All white with a round belly, big useless wings instead of arms, a large comb on his head, a beak instead of a muzzle and big cartoony talons. The base was then moved forward as knives came down and scraped the rubber off his lenses. Small sprayers then came down and got to work decorating him. They painted his beak yellow, the comb red, and his lower legs and new talons brown. Just for laughs, the Rooster had it paint their old mask onto his face before adding the Roosters logo to their chest. They were then moved forward again, getting sprayed with a chemical mixture and put through a low heat oven to vulcanize the rubber. By the time he came out again they were left as a brand new rubber chicken drone. The Rooster came over to inspect his new drone and nodded happily. They were perfect to him, Hard but flexible rubber body, big wings perfect for beating people up, big talons for stomping and kicking things, big round open beak, giving him a derpy shocked expression, and little nubs all over their body, giving them an overall silly rubber chicken toy appearance.


        “See, I told you that you were joining me. And I was right,” He said cackling. “Now I just have to deal with that meddlesome dragon and I’ll be unstoppable. As for now. Chicken, SALUTE!”


The Spirit raised his wing to his head and let out a loud “BAKAWK” without a second thought, his programming acting before he could even think, not that he could now anyway. He was left a chicken, nothing more. Destined to commit crimes alongside his new master. Would he be saved like last time? Would he be able to break the brainwashing and kick some chicken butt? Only time would tell.