Position V2
By Limewah
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18+ 
Sneak Peek

The drone surprised the intruders with his gracefulness; there was no contest, that much was clear within seconds of the beginning of the skirmish.
The muscular Luxray, once known as Raging Thunder, was still-like-a-brick-shithouse, but his movements were easy, relaxed, fluid, more like a world class boxer than a super-powered brawler. Each opponent who came at him was easily brushed aside and knocked unconscious. Those further away received an arcing haymaker-blast of electricity that convulsed them to the floor. 

He didn’t gloat, or grandstand; he was totally focused on the task of systematically dealing with the intruders. His primary task was, as always, to defend the Doctor - His Master - at any cost. His face remained blank, almost placid, as his body went through the motions.

“Come on, this isn’t you!” 
Raging Thunder didn’t recognize whoever that was, even though they seemed to recognize him. Those memories had been scrubbed from his brain a long time before. Unnecessary, extraneous ones. 
“Wh-why’s his dick out?!”
The latex suit kept his cock fully erect at all times, shrink-wrapped tightly around it like it was the rest of his body. He hadn’t had an orgasm in some time. The glowing padlock symbol emblazoned on his balls was an indicator to that fact - not that the intruders had any time to notice or process it before they were shocked or smacked out cold.
The Luxray did not acknowledge the yelps or answer the questions. He continued to carve his way through the invading group of low-ranking heroes and mercenaries until they all laid in his wake, incapacitated and unable to resist the mechanical tendrils that wrapped them up and pulled them out of the workshop, to unseen places.

The Luxray barely had worked up a sweat. He stood still and waited for his next command.
“Well done, drone.”

The rubber gloves squeaked as they scritched the back of the Luxray’s head, pulling it back just a little as he accepted the pets with a low, placid purr. 
“As usual, you never fail to impress. We’ll put these ones in for processing next.”
“Who were they?” The drone asked, even as his eyes closed.
“Don’t worry about that,” the Inteleon purred, hooking his long, slender tail around the Luxray’s left hip and giving a gentle, insistent tug.
“Come along. Let’s get back to your tests. Then after that, a reward for defending me so well.”

The drone’s mind didn’t wander much even before his conditioning. When he was still Raging Thunder, he was single-minded in his focus, perhaps to a fault. It had made it easy for him to walk right into the latex-pit trap the good doctor had laid for him. 
Now he walked, unthinkingly, wherever his master told him to. 

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