The wolf grinned. “Well, I’m sure you’ll find out at orientation.” He gestured with one hand behind himself.
Arci spotted the ram on the catwalk pulling out a pistol-shaped weapon, and shifted his weight to bolt.
“Stay put.” Dominion ordered far more obviously. 
The skunk’s weight shifted back to a balanced stance, and he looked at his legs, trying to will them to move, so he could run, so he could get the wolf between him and the gunman, for anything. He couldn’t understand why he was staying still. 
The ram leveled the weapon, and pulled the trigger.
Arci felt a surge of energy rush through his body, before he slumped down to the ground with a weak groan.
“That’s it, my little ‘hero’, get some sleep.” The wolf’s voice was a chasm, beckoning the Mask to let himself fall in. 
All the skunk could do was obey, blacking out on the cement in front of Dominion.

Arci slowly awakened, opening his eyes to find his vision fuzzy. He blindly groped for his glasses, only to find not only were his glasses not where he reached, but there wasn’t even a side table.
“Good morning, Arci.” A rich, familiar voice addressed him. 
The drowsy skunk felt a welcoming warmth like a blanket tucked around him with those words. “W-where are my glasses?” He murmured. All he could see was a fuzzy grey, white and red mass above him, and a lighter grey morass beyond. 
“Oh, you don’t need those just yet.” The voice assured the mephit. “We’re just having a little chat, and you’re not getting out of bed.”
“It is really comfortable, yeah…” Arci agreed as those words pressed away the questions that were wriggling beneath the surface of his consciousness.
“You don’t have to worry.” The faint figure above him shifted, and reached a large hand to stroke through the skunk’s white hair. As it got close enough, Arci could see the grey fur, the claws… canine, most likely. “Precious skunk like you probably worries a lot. But there’s no need. I’m here.”
Arci couldn’t help himself, starting to nuzzle up into that hand with a soft, happy grunt. The owner of the voice cared about him, he could tell. The deep warmth it had; the voice was like a velveteen comforter for the mind.
“I’ll take care of you, you know that.” The voice continued. “You can trust that I’ll be here to support you. You want that, right? You’ve longed for someone to take away the burden of independence.”
“Y-yeah…” The skunk murmured softly, though there was some part of his mind that still had the will to ask another question. “But… what do I have to do for it? What’s the catch?”
There was a low deep chuckle that filled the skunk’s mind, sending a blush to his cheeks. Leaning his head down close enough for Arci to see clearly, Dominion grinned. “You’re mine. That’s not a problem, is it?”
Arci shuddered visibly, but there was no fear in his expression, more relief and perhaps, elation. “…w-why would that be a problem…?”
Bad End.

“Check this out.” 
Arci’s eyes widened at the sound of Ton Lōc’s voice in his headphones, followed by a jazz sting. No. There was no way that song had ended up on his crime fighting playlist. He reached to slap his pocket to skip the track before the lyrics proper could begin. He felt a hand close around his wrist before he could do so.
“I’ve a basic inclination.” The skunk twisted to see Dominion there, holding his wrist. The wolf sang along, overpowering the original singer’s voice at this distance. “A very primal need.”
There was no way. How did Dominion know this song? Arci tugged at his wrist, but couldn’t get it free.
“To inspect the vegetation,” The wolf continued without stopping, slowly licking his lips in the pause between lines once he was sure the mephit was looking. “For an egg or centipede.”
For some reason the skunk felt as though the wolf saw him as something as akin to a centipede, small, insignificant… appetizing. Arci quivered. It’s just a song; he’s trying to get at you. He thought to himself.
Dominion grasped Arci’s shoulder. “I just can’t control this hunger.” He leaned in and gaped his jaws wide, wider than the skunk had ever seen someone achieve. His tongue pressed out and ground up along Arci’s cheek, while keeping the glistening insides of his jaws on full display through the Mask’s goggles.
Holy shit, he’s going to eat me. Arci twisted his tail around and shoved as hard as he could against the wolf’s chest. 
The supervillain’s jaws snapped shut inches from the tip of Arci’s snout as he was pressed backwards, losing his grip on wrist and shoulder. He didn’t seem phased, however. “I just can’t seem to cut back…” His arms wrapped around the tail pressed to his torso and he gaped his jaws again.
The skunk realized he’d just put another part of his body in range of the wolf’s maw and yanked his tail, trying to back away. His ankle caught something and he toppled backwards. Arci managed to cancel his momentum just before he struck the concrete, but suddenly had arms grasping him from behind.
The thing he’d tripped over was a downed minion, and the rabbit was now holding him in place.
Dominion stalked his way towards the pair on the ground. “…on my ravenous consumption.” 
The skunk struggled, squirming and kicking his legs, trying to break free of the hold, only managing to get himself upright in the rabbit’s lap. 
“Unh.” The wolf’s grunt, part of the song, just reminded Arci how close he was getting.
The rabbit minion grinned. “You’re food, hero.”
“You’re a welcome little snack.” The wolf finished the verse and lunged, jaws open.
Arci elbowed the rabbit in the kidney and yanked himself free, tumbling across the concrete. His earbuds clattered against the hard surface, having fallen out in the tussle. This allowed him to easily hear the low, wet glrrurrk.
Pivoting, Arci ended sitting with his hands behind his back on the concrete and his legs on either side of his tail. Thoughts of scrambling away were frozen by the sight in front of him.
Dominion swallowed again, powerfully, already to the rabbit’s hips, before he effortlessly stood back upright, tilting his head back. The wolf’s armor parted with the distensions of his henchbunny pressing down into his body, as if designed to allow for such an indulgence. Of course, the ease with which the lupine continued stuffing the minion away just proved it.
Whilst his legs weakly wriggled in the air, the rabbit’s helmet was visibly distorting his boss’s stomach, until the next swallow was forcing him to curl around. The legs held overhead lurched down, further eclipsed by wolf jaws with every swallow. 
The skunk watched helplessly, as the henchbunny’s boots sank in, and the wolf’s jaws slammed shut with a wet clack. Dominion followed up with another bass swallow, chuckling as he shook his distended belly in his gloved hands. “Don’t interrupt my number, 147.”
Muffled by layers of flesh and clothes, the bunny responded from inside. “Sorry sir.”
“It won’t happen again.” The wolf’s scarlet eyes locked onto Arci’s as he spoke, before he closed them, focusing.
The skunk’s attention was drawn to the form in the supervillain’s stomach, squirming and writhing. Low ominous gurgles filled the mephit’s ears, before the shapes spotted between the armored panels began to grow less distinct, softer. The belly noises grew in intensity as limbs and hands smoothed over, the struggles weakening as the stomach visibly contracted from the size of a person. Distinct lumps were soon gone altogether. In moments it looked as though the wolf had only had a particularly large dinner for the last week. The wolf thudded his chest with a fist, and gaped his jaws again. A round lump made its way up his throat, and a bass belch carried a solid object free.
A slimy, dripping helmet with holes for ears to stick through clattered to the concrete in front of Arci, the number 147 clearly printed on the back.
Dominion patted his stomach, which, without the helmet, looked as trim as it ever had, the armor having closed back up with no sign of its elasticity. He crooned indulgently, and opened his eyes again. “Now, where was I? Oh yes. The chorus.” He snapped his gloved fingers.
Arci gasped softly as the music kicked in, seemingly from all around him.
The wolf resumed stalking his prey. “If I’m gonna eat somebody, it might as well be you.”
The skunk pivoted and scrambled up onto his feet from all fours, trying to put as much space between him and the wolf as possible. He’d seen it with his own two eyes now, it wasn’t just a tease. The supervillain could and was planning on eating him.
“Can you dig it?” Dominion casually asked as he kicked aside the sodden helmet. “I can see you in a sandwich, or a strange, exotic stew.”
Arci found himself up against a wall of henchbunnies. 
Somehow during what seemed like mere moments while the wolf churned his subordinate, the minions had recovered from the previous fight and were in force, blocking his escape route. 
“Yeah.” The wolf’s breath as he spoke sent a ripple across the fur on the back of the skunk’s head, not just from their intensity, but the sheer heated breath’s impact. 
Then, as if the whole night wasn’t surreal enough, all of the rabbits started to sing as well! “Floating down the river, like an oyster in a stew!” 
Arci twisted, trying to get away, but only ended up tangled in the arms of so many minions, only now facing the advancing wolf. Distantly, he felt his jacket getting peeled off of him by the group, leaving him only in his spandex bodysuit. 
The henchbunnies continued. “He’s gonna eat somebody…”
“Looks like it’s you.” Dominion grinned, leaning in close and caressing Arci’s cheek. “Welcome to the food chain.” He gaped and lunged forward, taking the hero to his shoulders in one wet motion. 
The myriad of hands holding onto the skunk adjusted and forced his arms down to his sides. 
The wolf’s powerful throat flexed, and the whole thing surged down those arms, reinforcing the pin as the minions tugged their hands away so as not to get caught and join 147. 
Another swallow and the plethora of bunnies took a step back. 
Arci felt his world topple forward as the gullet around him went from upside down to right-side up, which meant his torso flipped as well. His legs kicked in the air, and he just remembered how the henchbunny’s legs kicked uselessly. The skunk squirmed weakly, but was feeling despair settle in. He saw how powerful the villain’s hunger was, and now he was at its mercy.
Dominion gulped again. The powerful jaws closed around the skunk’s curved hips, and started to gnaw on them through the thin spandex. The wolf rumbled with delight as he savored this feature, hidden until the jacket was yanked free.
The mephit kicked a bit harder, blushing deeply as he heard and felt just how much Dominion was enjoying him. Scarfing down the henchbunny was just a routine consumption, fast and short, but now, Arci was being savored. His tail fluffed out at the realization, and he writhed as best he could. 
The wolf growled and slurped over the powerful glutes and abductors hidden beneath the stretch fabric. That added no flavor to the party but the skunk’s natural essence had soaked through during the fight, ready to be wicked away by the eager tongue. Dominion took a few more moments, before he carefully lifted his arms and grasped both thighs in his gloved hands. He twisted with a pleasured grunt as he felt the trapped hero rotate in his powerful throat’s clutches, getting those hips ‘vertical’ in his jaws.
Arci let out a squeak at this sudden change. Why would the wolf do that…? He yelped as the next swallow came as a surprise, pressing his goggled head through into the waiting stomach below. No light was this deep in a wolf, so he was spared the sight of whatever remained of the henchbunny inside.
Dominion gulped again, working his jaws over the pair of hips fully, as he felt the skunk’s head press to the ‘floor’ of his stomach.
The trapped mephit grunted, the goggles keeping his eyes free of chime for the moment. He was being forced to curl his head down to his chin while his shoulders stretched the entrance of the powerful wolf’s stomach. 
With no effort that Arci could detect from his position, he felt his legs get pressed down and in, the motion forcing his torso to finish curving around until it was like he was on his back in the tight space. Another shove forced his knees to bend, because there was no way they’d fit any other way.
Dominion pressed with one gloved hand on the pair of boots, working the skunk further out of sight, until just a few feet of his fluffy tail were what dangled out of his jaws, twitching and flitting about. He took another deep swallow, the shape of the Mask’s boots distending his throat for a moment, before he felt the pair of limbs get forced down atop the bundled up mephit.
Arci twisted his tail, trying to think of something, anything he could do to escape the predicament he was in. He kicked his boots outward, trying to get his head up near where his tail was gradually trailing in, grunting weakly.
The wolf smirked, wagging as he rubbed over where the distension had struck the inside of his body armor. “You had that song on your playlist…” Dominion somehow spoke easily with a skunk tail jutting from his jaws. “You had to have at least dreamed of ending up in someone’s belly.” He gestured to one of the minions who was holding Arci’s jacket.
The skunk flexed and pressed, trying to extend his legs again, only to find the form of the wolf’s forearm pressing down on where his face was trying to press up and around. He whimpered and punched straight up. Maybe he could hit a lung from in here, if he tried hard enough.
Dominion gave no sign that he noticed the internal assault as he casually dug the mp3 player out of the jacket, and started to go through the playlist. “Ooh, there’s some more stuff in here I would have liked to serenade you with, but that part of the dance is over.” He gulped, slurping, and finally got the fluffy tip of the skunk’s tail to sink past his jaws and trail down his throat, fully enclosing the aspiring superhero on the wrong side of his body armor. “Back to work, boys.” He addressed the henchbunnies, who all saluted, before getting back to loading up the truck trailer.
Arci squirmed, and realized he’d been cramped up in his fleshy prison for far longer than the bunny the supervillain had gobbled up had taken to be fully churned to nothing but an empty helmet. “W-what are you going to do with me?”
“What’s the fun in spoiling the surprise?” Dominion chuckled, casually striding back into the shadows of the loading bay to watch his minions work, and to keep his ill-gotten captive’s distension from his body out of sight. He chuckled, and belched, the walls tightening in on the skunk, forcing his knees to his chest. “No matter what I do, there’s nothing you can do to stop me, so why not enjoy it?”
The skunk pressed as hard as he could, barely regaining space against the tight stomach walls, as the expelled air limited the total volume the stomach would be. Press out here, the walls squeeze in tighter everywhere else. He was also having a hard time arguing with the wolf’s words. He was beaten, he was eaten… And it was rather pleasant inside his fleshy prison. His blush returned in full force as he fidgeted, feeling the warmth around him gradually overwhelm his consciousness. 
The smug wolf belched again, patting his gut as it let out a groan, but less gastric and more a muffled voice. “That’s it. Give yourself to me.”
Bad End.

“Okay.” Arci finished scribbling down the information Morpheus had given him. “See you there.” He hung up his cell phone, before flipping to the map app and plugging the address in. The skunk set it down and zipped up his backpack, before making sure the lock on his window was engaged. He grasped his phone from his desk on the way back to the door, carefully undid the locks and opened the door.
Standing there in the hallway, not a foot from the doorway, was Dominion. He’d not bothered changing, still dressed as a fashionable customer. “It’s quite rude to leave like that in the middle of a conversation.” He slowly undid his scarf from around his throat, revealing the golden medallion that the skunk had assumed was part of his costume. Jumping to his first conclusion upon seeing the object, he reached out to grasp it in his bare hand, tugging.
Dominion’s eyes widened, but he grinned. “Bringing me in for a kiss?”
“Leave me alone.” Arci tried to put his full will into his voice. After all, if the medallion was still on Dominion’s person, and he used his voice in the shop, it must have been the source of the supervillain’s power, right?
The wolf’s brows rose, and then lowered again as his grin only got wider, his tail starting to wag. “That was adorable.” He brought his hand holding his scarf around behind Arci while the other pushed on the only strap of the bag holding it on the skunk’s back. As it fell, he caught the other end of the scarf with that same hand and pulled, using the long fabric to get the smaller male off-balance.
“W-what, why?” The skunk stammered, his assertive front crumbling as his plan failed spectacularly, and the stagger brought him right into the wolf’s strong arms.
Dominion lessened the tension on the scarf as he stooped slightly, before tugging again, catching at the back of the would-be superhero’s knees. At the same time he hooked his jaw over one of Arci’s shoulders. That, along with the mephit’s grip on the medallion at his throat, he was able to easily lift. 
The skunk blushed deeply as he found himself scooped into something close to a bridal carry, his tail bound between his knees by the position of the scarf.
The wolf rumbled, clearly pleased with himself, as he kicked the door shut behind him, before carrying Arci over to his own bed.  “The medallion isn’t the source of my power. As smooth as that gambit would have been if it was.”  He suddenly dropped the skunk down onto the messy mattress. Before the mephit could react further, he leapt up onto the bed as well, grinning down at the smaller mammal. “My voice has always been my power.”
Suddenly, Arci was awash with the full brunt of the charismatic villain’s will, his own struggling to stand against the hurricane. His eyes unfocused a bit behind his glasses. “W-what do you want with me?”
Dominion pressed his heavy, well-toned body down onto the curvy mephit by way of lowering himself down, pinning him to his mattress with his weight and his will. “With you? Wanting you isn’t enough…?”
The skunk let out a soft squeak, his blush visible all the way up in his ears. 
“See, that’s precious.” The wolf growled, slowly nuzzling along Arci’s bared throat, his chest resonating sending the vibrations through the skunk’s body as much as his words were dancing through the overwhelmed mind it belonged to. “A jewel like you, still rough, not polished… I could make something marvelous of you.”
“You don’t know anything about me…” Arci’s voice came out shakily, a token defiance.
“I know where you live, work, commute, patrol, even where you moved from to get to my city.” Dominion elucidated, his grin never leaving his muzzle. “I know every internet handle you’ve used. So many publicly accessible posts…” He pressed his snout directly to the mephit’s own. “I know your glasses prescription. Very soon your shoe size and jacket size will be a breeze. And now that I have you, anything else I want to know is easy as asking…”
The skunk’s eyes widened. Once his legal name was found, so many things could be found online. Somewhere he must have accidentally connected internet personas with his legal name… and that meant all his online life was an open book.
“What’s so wrong about me knowing all that?” The supervillain growled, his tail continuing to wag behind him. “It makes it easier for me to take care of you.”
“What…?” Arci’s train of thought derailed. Everything about that statement sounded wonderful, but it didn’t sound like a villain talking. Dominion was the bad guy, right?
“You’re Mine, and I take care of what’s mine.” The wolf growled. 
The skunk’s eyes unfocused again, as the lupine turned back up the power of his voice. Warmth enfolded Arci’s thoughts, gumming them up and slowing them down. He quivered, as all the sharp, unpleasant parts of his mind seemed to just smooth over. “Y-yours…?”
“Yes.” Dominion chuckled. “Did you forget…?”
“I must have…” Arci murmured, sounding bewildered. 
“Well, I’ll just have to make sure you don’t again…” The supervillain crooned, gently pulling the hair-tie off the skunk, freeing his hair, and began to run his fingers through it. “You know that it’s better if you let me take care of all of your worries. Once they’re gone, you can meet your potential…” Slowly, he pressed himself up from the bed, off of the skunk.
This elicited a whimper from the smaller male. Arci felt a sudden sharp pang of distress as that pressure, that warmth left his body. 
“Hush now… I’m not leaving you.” Dominion carefully reached to start scooping Arci off of the bed.  “In fact, You’re coming with me.”
Bad End.

Arci slowly awakened, opening his eyes to find his vision fuzzy. He blindly groped for his glasses, only to find not only were his glasses not where he reached, but there wasn’t even a side table.
The skunk sat up with a grunt, squinting to try to draw the room into focus. Already he could tell this wasn’t his apartment. His memory was hazy. How did he get here?
He looked down at himself, able to focus better on things closer to his face, and noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. A quick shift of his hips in the bedding told him he wasn’t wearing anything else either. The skunk blushed deeply, peering around again, before he caught a glint. His goggles! 
Arci reached out and grasped them, slipping them on. He looked around the room again. Grey walls, white sheets… familiar shades. He couldn’t quite place it. There was a mirror on a cabinet door, and he realized, while these goggles were his prescription, they definitely weren’t the ones he bought. They were a different shape and looked like it had apertures along the top of the lens. 
The skunk turned his head and noticed a button on the side of the goggles, and tapped the button. He yelped in surprise as a HUD appeared, finding horizontal automatically and keeping it as the mephit tilted his head. Fumbling with his fingers on the side opposite the power button, he found a little scroll wheel. It went one notch at a time, and the change drew Arci’s attention to words at the top of the lens, switching with each increment. 
Night vision, infrared, picture-in-picture zoom in multiple magnifications…  Arci turned off the goggles and looked towards the door. What on earth was going on? He slipped out of the bed, covering himself with his tail in case the door were to suddenly open, and checked what was in the cabinet the mirror was placed on.
Abruptly he realized what was going on, upon seeing what was inside. Hanging up was a suit. It was one of those power defense suits that most established supers wore, general protection for fighting. The body armor was about the same length as his spandex suit when hung up. Additionally, all the purple highlights he’d put on his own suit were replicated in red, in more angular shapes formed by patches of a separate material. Brand new boots rested at the bottom of the cabinet. Folded up on a shelf next to the hangers was a new jacket, black with red inserts, and the ‘A’ he’d made his emblem was drawn in white with perfect regularity and an unbroken circle, unlike his sloppy swoop he’d meant to represent his tail. A pair of fingerless gloves in red lie folded alongside the jacket.
Between the color scheme, the blockier color differentiation, the control and symmetry, the whole ensemble reminded Arci of Dominion’s suit and his henchbunny’s uniforms. 
He was in Dominion’s lair, and the supervillain intended to ‘recruit’ him. He closed the cabinet, sitting at the edge of the bed. Hazy memories of the wolf’s voice, his mouth… always slathering words thick over his mind, words that staked a claim. He shuddered a bit. In hindsight, he knew that it was all manipulation, but the memories were strong, if still muddled and mixed together. 
Arci exhaled slowly. If I’m gonna get out of here, I need to get dressed. The skunk nodded firmly and stood back up. First, he scoured the room to see if there were any other garments hidden. All he found was some comfy looking underwear and some boot socks. Those went on easily enough. He took the suit off its hanger and looked over it, blushing a bit at how wide his hips looked when it was a less stretch material folded flat.
Carefully, the skunk slipped himself into the suit, and zipped up the back, the zipper starting just above the base of his tail leaving a small gap for it to come out of. He looked over himself in the mirror, twisting to see how it fit. It fit better than he thought it would. Almost too well if he was honest with himself. Arci did a lunge, finding the material easily stretching and shifting against itself to preserve his full range of motion. Sure it was heavier than just wearing a thin layer of spandex, but this probably would protect him a lot better.
I can always use blue dye to turn the colored panels purple. He thought to himself. A struggling young Mask like himself had no qualms about taking the gear prepared for him with him while he escaped. It might even make him a bit safer on the way out. I’m gonna have to hope that my real jacket hasn’t been destroyed or anything…
He got fully geared up, looking at himself in the mirror. This is what Dominion wants me to look like, huh? Red’s not my color. He mused silently to himself. 
The latch on the door loudly disengaged, the knob audibly having been turned. 
Shifting into a ready stance, Arci put his fists up.
As the door opened, he spotted a henchbunny helmet and uniform, along with the accompanying exposed ears. He launched, swinging a booted foot forward in a kick.
The henchbunny grabbed his ankle. He made a shushing sound, pressing his way into the room and closing the door behind him, before ducking the next kick.
Arci brought himself around and used the rotational inertia to power his next punch.
The rabbit grasped the gloved hand, and reached up with the other, pulling his helmet off. Underneath was a familiar blue domino mask on a brown bunny’s face. “Look at me, Arc. It’s me, cool it.” Morpheus spoke with his regular voice despite his change in species. He squinted, the advanced mask sticking to his face as he changed expression as well as his eyelids while obscuring his pupils and irises. Somehow Arci could tell he was looking directly at his eyes. “I’m not gonna ask how you got yourself caught, but we need to see about getting you out.”
The skunk’s stance dropped from fighting, settling into a jittery, adrenaline-fueled fidget. “How’d you get in here?” He put one hand on his head, turning to start to pace. “Where even is here?”
“Not my first time infiltrating interesting areas.” Morpheus turned his head towards the door, one of his ears twitching alertly. “And I’ll tell you the where once we’re not here.” He looked back over the pacing mephit. “Jeez, he is into you.”
Arci pivoted sharply back towards the currently-a-rabbit. “What gave it away?” He gestured towards his body with both hands open, throwing them down sharply with his fingers splayed out. “The fact that the only clothes that were in here when I woke up was a specially tailored super suit instead of what I was wearing?”
“…Yeah, he has a good seamstress.” The brown rabbit scratched the back of his head, the motion letting Arci see the number 147 on the back of the helmet. “Anyway. We need to get into one of the vents.” Morpheus steered the conversation back to strategy. “One sight of you walking around base without Dominion and this place will erupt into action.”
The skunk looked around the room for a grating. “Wait, are the vents even big enough?” He looked back to the more experienced super. “I mean, you can just change or whatever…”
Screwing up his muzzle, Morpheus considered this. “Well. There is an alternative.” He set the helmet down on the bed and exhaled. “I’d hope you’re not adversed to having one more new suit, today.”
“What does… what does that mean?” Arci quivered a bit at that tone of voice.
“Turn around.” The bunny ordered, his minion uniform starting to meld and shift, forming a seam across his chest.
“Uh… okay…” The skunk turned around, expecting that Morpheus was going to disrobe. He even closed his eyes out of courtesy.  Instead, he felt something warm around his tail, all of it at once. He tried to move his tail, but felt it held tight by something, and he could feel moisture seeping through the fluffy fur. Arci opened his eyes and looked at the mirror. 
Morpheus was standing directly behind him now. The other Mask gently grasped one of the mephit’s arms. “Don’t be alarmed, I’ve done this before.” As Arci watched in the mirror, he saw his arm get pulled and pressed into the form of the brown bunny, that same wet sensation surrounding what parts of his arm weren’t covered in jacket and gloves. The skunk could feel his arm flex at the same rate that the rabbit moved his own, reaching around to get the other.
Arci blushed softly, “Oh… y-you’re the suit.” He fidgeted, but he did his best not to impede his rescuer’s progress. As his other arm slotted into place inside Morpheus’ own, he felt that wetness all along his back, and starting down his legs. 
Now that he had a significant hold on Arci, the shapeshifter was able to start enveloping the skunk properly. His form wrapped and flowed over the new suit easily, closing up over his boots and forming the standard issue henchbunny boots in their place.
The mephit felt like he was sinking into warm dough, even as he was lifted from the ground so that the shifter’s form could seal up under his soles and make up for how much shorter Arci was than Morpheus. He looked back to the mirror, watching the superhero’s chest close over his own, and he felt his tail being repositioned, wrapping around his waist, to hide his distinctive hips, presumably.
Morpheus apparently noticed the heated blush that was still gracing the skunk’s face through the mirror, and paused. He opened his mouth wide, splitting the lower jaw into two and having it smoothly cross to re-meld on the front side of the skunk’s throat. 
Moments later Arci realized he was all inside the other Mask, except his face, which was framed in bunny jaws. A light lick on his cheek, and the mouth began to close up. The skunk squirmed, at least, as best as he was able in his tight predicament.
The shifter closed his jaws fully and made a swallowing sound, his outer surface shifting and adjusting, until he just looked like a larger bunny than he’d been before. “Wow, blushing like that, I guess we’ll have something else to talk about later.” Morpheus chuckled and picked up the helmet. “Now just relax. If you try to move on your own, it’ll show on my body. As long as you remain loose and let me do the moving, you won’t be detected.”
Arci let out a weak, protracted whine, but did as he was told. The hidden skunk tried to relax his muscles and just let the warmth around him guide his movements.
The brown rabbit put on the helmet again, checking himself out in the mirror to make sure nothing of the mephit was exposed, before turning to the door. “Here we go.” Morpheus muttered quietly to his passenger, and started to confidently stride through the halls of Dominion’s base. 
Good End?