Ears laid, grumbling and growling, Sky struggled to sift through the machinegun-barrage of email notifications. It was a trap, he knew it was a trap, but that knowledge wasn't doing much to douse his prideful anger. "You're only big because you don't fight fair." the emails said. "Coward!" "We know what you are, you little subby bitch." "Come down here Sky, we'll show you what a sciencefox is truly capable of!" "Gimme them sandals, then dat ass" It was the work of Kero-Prime, the miniature villainfox whom Sky had humanely shrunken and imprisoned in a petri dish many years ago. Kero-Prime had since raised a utopian civilization of clone foxes, and explained the taunting messages in a text just preceding: "My clones and I have something to say to you. Consider this your final challenge, Sky! If you've got any nerve, shrink yourself down into my petri dish tomorrow at 7:30 PM." Shortly after, the deluge of messages was unleashed. Most of them were taunts alongside some unsolicited shots of Kero-clones in various domineering, beckoning positions, showing off their latex-coated packages and paws. Only occasionally did he receive more benign messages, and even a lone, simple "Hi. uwu" Moogle-Mail eventually sectioned off the messages into their own folder, marking them as 'Kero-Spam' but thousands were being sent in the span of a few seconds...

Muting his phone and setting it aside, Sky took a breath and considered. What did he really have to gain? Why couldn't he just simply ignore them, ignore Kero and his millions of mouthy little clones, leave them to their petri dish prison and be satisfied with himself?? Sky had defeated Kero long ago, exhiled him to a petri dish and stored him away down in his basement lab. That was years ago now; Sky had undoubtedly won the battle! Sitting on it for a few hours, watching TV uncomfortably, he eventually rose up and stomped downstairs into the basement lab with a huff. He'd prove it to them and to himself: he was the one the world needed!

The appointed time came, and the Keros felt the telltale rumbling of Sky's presence. His raygun at the ready, a bandolier of shrinking serums crossing his chest, Sky shot himself in the foot and awkwardly hoisted himself inside the petri dish as he gradually shrank. Within the dish he found an arena of sorts, a clear glass containment bubble with a multitude of biomes housed beneath: cities and structures, jungles and forests, plains and tundras and beaches. Signs pointed out the navy fox's entry-point into the dome. Shrunken to an appropriate size, Sky stood at the entrance and stepped inside... wherein a metallic grate beneath his feet was energized, paralyzing him! Out of some sliding doors a handful of smirking Kero clones emerged, their specialized suits covering their paws and protecting them from the paralyzing jolts. They approached as Kero-Prime's voice echoed through the entryway.

"Ah, so glad you made it. I knew you couldn't resist a goading invitation like that. My clones will relieve you of your tech so that things are on a relatively level playing field, as well as give you something more... flattering to wear." As Kero went on the clones roughly tugged Sky's gear and clothes off of him, lifting and adjusting him as needed. They then produced shiny navy balls, similar to large paintballs. They slapped them across the navy fox's naked body, the balls melting and coalescing together into a tight rubber suit similar to the clone's but of Sky's trademark navy color. A few clones delighted in slapping a suit-spreading ball onto his exposed sheath or between his cheeks, taking the opportunity to finger and grope the frozen fox.

"The rules are simple, dear hero: 100 clones, 1 you. Should you best them all then I'll hold true to my word and resign my goals of world domination. But should one beat you in physical combat, or... in some -other- way," The clones chuckled at that; they were getting rather stiff, their erections bobbing with their movements. "then it'll be clear that you are -not- the best around. To put it more directly: if a clone can knock you out, force you to cum, or cum in or on you themselves, you'll have proven that you are my subordinate... The owner of the planet should not only be physically and mentally strong, but retain an iron will as well. Should you fail, I'll claim you and the rest of this planet as mine... permanently."

As Sky's sleek suit imprisonment was complete, one Kero clone scuttled away with most of Sky's belongs, while another gave Sky's rubber-coated ass a firm smack and signaled the cameras with a thumbs up. "Ah, it appears as though you're just about ready. Good luck Sky~" To the sound of Kero's amused chuckle a cool numbing feeling spread over Sky's body, and consciousness faded just as he spotted another clone absconding with his prized sandals.

Sky awoke some while later, groggy, confused. Artificial light beamed through a forest of unfamiliar, alien trees. Off in the near-distance was what appeared to be a ruined city-scape, separated by a plain of tall wheat and grass. Sitting up, Sky looked down to find himself still-yet clad in rubbery navy and white. Even his fingers and toes were contained in the slick tightness, promising a difficult time moving around... Sky stood slowly and took in his surroundings nervously. He could handle just about anyone when he was fully armed... but like this, in this foriegn suit? Against not just a Kero or two, but a full hundred at equal size? Sky tucked his tail and took his first tentative steps into unfamiliar territory...

... but Sky would make it all of a dozen steps before he was spotted. The faint sound of a charging energy weapon reached Sky's ears a split-second before the shot fired. Sky was bathed in a warm red glow as he shrank down, reminiscent of when he shrank Kero Prime so long ago. Smaller than a mouse, the navy fox was quickly put into a highly vulnerable state!

Moments of quiet passed until a hand reached out of a nearby bush and wrapped around the miniaturized fox. Despite being bound by suit and a Kero's hand, it wasn't possible to see him within the brown and green of the bush. The clone was cloaked!

"Looks like my intuition was right..." murmured the cloaked Kero.

"C-cloaking technology...!? Coward!" The handheld navy fox squeaked, glowering at open air. "Let me go! Fight me fair!!" Sky beat a few ineffectual fists against that invisible finger. He had only just begun, yet he had already been left to a Kero's mercies...!

"You like it? Here, let me share it."

Sky was lifted up and soon the familiar, white-furred chest of a Kero was visible... shortly before Sky was dropped toward it. Sky was confused at first to watch the neck of that suit yawn open, as if a pocket dimension was appearing to reveal that familiar chest-fluff. He put the pieces together moments too late, swiping at the Kero's invisible fingers as he was dropped into the open suit. "W-wait, no!!" The handheld fox squeaked in a desperate cry, seemingly disappearing beneath the invisible skin-tight lining...

If there were any outsiders peeking in, they would simply see Sky vanish behind the cloaking effect of the sniperfox. Sky had seen the inside of Kero's suit before, but never at this scale; while there wasn't much to see, his sense of sight was soon snuffed out as that suit snapped shut around Sky. Hot, humid, and bearing the familiar masculine scent of the versatile fox, Sky was trapped inside yet another latex prison, doubling the suit enclosure he was already subjected to. He knew below him lay the source of Kero's musk--an intoxicating, debilitating scent.

With a rubbery snap Sky was exiled to that hot, humid, tight dimension defined by his reluctant crush. Whining muffled and soft, the embers of Sky's arousal were lit by that masculine scent. It was powerful enough where he was, clung to the strong Kero's sizable, heaving, warm chest... but that scent was oh-so concentrated below him...

Below him where that oversized fox-package lay, its sweat and musk contained by a layer of latex, promising to mark and claim the little navy pocketfox were he to get near. The thought struck Sky like a lightning-bolt, unavoidable and terribly powerful. Sky's cock stiffened quickly, practically spilling into his navy blue suit while he clung desperately to that chest-fur, even grabbing handfuls to try and carefully hoist himself back up. It seemed the stubborn little battle-fox wouldn't resign to submission beneath that package all on his own...

The Kero-clone grunted, distinctly feeling his clingy prize "stuck" around his chest. It seemed it would take more effort than he thought. He brushed along his suit from the outside, trying to escort the tiny survivor down to where he belonged. He knew he'd have to carry Sky there to mask his scent and presence from the keen-eyed and perceptive sniffers of other jealous Keros.

Sky was able to resist those brushes and cling to new tufts of fur, but it was a losing battle. The musk became denser with each pass of the sniperfox's hand, not to mention the rubbery feeling all around Sky, adding to the temptuous feast to his senses.

Sky's strategy only seemed to be delaying the inevitable. With each pass of the sniper-Kero's hand more of those precious white strands of fur slipped through his fingers as he trailed down, down towards the source of that heady, enticing scent. Each swipe also served to press the shrunken fox against his captor's nude vulpine form, forcing Sky's reluctant arousal against him.

More and more of the Kero's fur slipped through Sky's fingers, precious life-lines made too slick by sweat and the rubbery smoothness of Sky's coated fingers to grasp effectively. With another roll Sky felt himself slip far, half-seated on that oversized package, pressed up to the base of the sniper-Kero's thickened sheath. A little groaning whine escaped Sky at that point, too soft and mewling to be audible. There was no escaping his humiliating fate now...

Hot flesh slickened by humidity and pre awaited Sky here, eliminating the friction that he was using to not descend further. An eventual slip led Sky down the base of Kero's shaft and onto his balls.

With another little fluff of his package Kero guided his hidden prize-fox down further, ever-nearer to his reluctant destination. Not unlike a slide Sky felt himself slip down, down, trailing the gentle curvature of Kero's sack, sweat- and pre-slickened latex at his back keeping him tightly pressed to that heated masculine fur and flesh.

"Finally..." The Kero-clone mumbled to himself as he jostled his package to pin that ornery fox under his nuts. "Right where I want you. Be a good boy and be quiet for a bit. If you keep acting up, I'll find a way to shrink you again..." Disengaging his cloaking device and emerging from the bush, the sniper assumed a more normal stance. He wasn't looking to stand out. He was hiding a massive secret...

Sky's hand-held form was reduced to a minor lump in the rubber containing the gruff Kero's sack, forced to curl slightly and follow the rounded curve of his balls. Those heavy orbs were all over his little body, imprinting upon him that heady, intoxicating musk Sky's submissive desire burned so deeply for. That tight little pocket of space was entirely defined by the sniper-Kero's masculinity, sweat and pre slightly pooled down there to make that cramped area more slick and hot and humid. His every breath was tainted, his suit and his body was stained and marked; Kero had him now... what hope did he have to resist?

It was then Sky's will was truly tested. His erection strained in its rubber imprisonment, knotted and almost continuously leaking, pressing with aching need into Kero's balls. Little huffing whines escaped him, the heat of his predicament making him pant and only drawing in more of that intoxicating musk. Quivering gently, Sky tried to keep still, lest the friction and desire become too much for him to resist and he unload, but his every shaky motion only served to give the sniper-fox a pleasant, arousing tickle...

Kero checked his outward appearance before he rejoined the rest of the search party. Unscuffed and undamaged, the sniper didn't look suspicious at all. The only thing that would have been suspicious to the other troops was the sniper's consistent latex-coated boner, but the average Kero's sexual activity was rather frequent, leading to a lack of questioning. Sky, meanwhile, was robbed of his sight with the dark, musky environment he was tightly held in. He eventually heard other voices, though they were identical to the Kero who'd captured him. Muffled by that thick layer of latex, it wasn't possible to discern anything that was being said. In fact, it was hard to care about it. Sky was marinating in his superior's juices, and it was beginning to affect his thinking pattern. Serious, critical thinking was heavily hampered, and it almost felt like he never got acclimated to the musk of the larger fox because it always stood out, regardless of the time he'd spent there.

The sniper-Kero was on standby while the rest of the army was locating Sky. It seemed suspicious that their target would suddenly disappear, but he kept his actions on the down-low. He stopped by and chatted with his friends, went to the store to restock on supplies, and returned home--mundane chores made satisfying, knowing he had the most coveted prize tucked away in his suit. No other clone fox would realize that their target was in their possession.

Kero made a special loop back to the barracks. While everyone else was out, that large room was all his. For awhile, he would be alone with the great Sky. There was no better time to bring Sky into the light where no one would see him. If he was going to claim Sky without contest, it had to be now. Kero disengaged his suit with a special release key, unzipping it and pulling it down. It was rare for a Kero to be without his suit; the crimson fox couldn't recall the last time he let his fur breathe a bit. 

Gravity would appear to pull Sky in a variety of directions as the suit holding him was held up and inverted! The tiny, addled fox eventually tumbled out of the huge outfit, landing at the feet of his master. Sky was granted respite from the oppressive, unyielding containment and abuse, sudden and unexpected to him. But he wasn't spared entirely as the finely-fitted suit folded and inverted, leaving the inch-high pocket-fox to tumble out into the open. The light was blinding, his limbs were sore, but the air was fresh. It was freedom of a sort after the hours of imprisonment against the larger fox's nuts, but as he slowly took in his surroundings, Sky realized it wasn't true freedom.

A smirking, nude Kero-clone looked down at his prize while brandishing his erect foxhood. As much as the clonefox wanted to relish the moment, he had to mark the famed navy fox before anyone else could. The trained vulpine stroked himself--an ominous sight when he offered no words to his quarry; there was no negotiating now...

The sniperfox exuded an authoritative confidence as he stood above Sky, stroking off his primed foxhood. Such a sight only underscored what Sky's increasingly addled, fractured mind had told him: these foxes were above him in every way... and there was little he could do to stop it. The realization further sapped him of what little hope he had left, and made his maleness throb.

"W..wait...!" Sky pleaded wearily, likely too soft to be picked up over those pleasurable strokes. The little navy-suited fox was struggling to even stand up! The great Sky Lark, a long-time menace and de facto jailor to Kero-kind, was a small, weak, easy target for this clone's retribution...

The Kero-clone had his ticket to the top of the chain: claiming Sky. His power fantasy was enough to fuel the final charge. He'd trained for years to seize targets and subjugate them; capturing Sky was the culmination of his work. High above Sky, the crimson fox's manhood was being stroked, tilted forward, aimed with the precision that befitted the sniperfox. It grew increasingly obvious that he was aiming as his throbbing rod came to a climax.

Satisfaction, dominance, control were all etched upon the larger fox's features as he enjoyed a powerful, satisfying climax. A rope of the clone's seed arched in the air before hurdling down toward Sky, keeping the little fox down. Most of Sky's body was covered in the warm liquid that bore the strongest sense of masculinity; it made the tiny fox's suit crawl and tighten over him. The master registration process was being completed--not that Sky could process such a subtle transformation with the stimuli bombarding him. 

Detecting the presence of a Kero's cum, the latex suit bound itself to Sky in a deep and permanent way, burrowing into his body and mind to make the necessary adjustments. Hopes and dreams, desires to do good, be a hero and see the cutting edge of science advanced; it all drained out of Sky, drained away by the strange suit he was bound within. Filling in the void of Sky's mind was adoration, lust, even pride to be owned by such a confident, capable crimson fox. The blues of Sky's suit took on the same red coloration of a Kero-clone, an appropriate physical change to underscore the defanged fox's defeat and submission to a greater force.

As the sniperfox stroked out the last of his load he observed tiny Sky writhing in his cum, stroking himself off, awash with pleasure. A siren wailed across the petri dish civilization, proclaiming victory for Kero-kind! Soon Kero Prime - the original Kero - would arrive to award the clone who had brought Sky down and retrieve the addled, broken little ex-hero himself. 

After some celebration, it would only be a matter of time before Kero and the rest of his clones escaped their petri dish imprisonment, requisitioned Sky's lab supplies for their own, and made good on their quest for world domination...