We’ll just have to make it clear that you’re there to help.

Ultraboy explained, running a finger along her collar. “And I have just the thing to make that point.” A moment of superspeed later and he pulled the leash he’d purchased for a dog Ultramom had promised to get, but then decided that as punishment for having let Trickmaster escape, he wouldn’t get it. It was not black leather. In fact, it was bright pink (hey, he was seven years old). He hooked the pink leash to her black leather collar, it was…girly. “I think that’ll do the trick, don’t you?”

Nishi knelt on the floor, like she was a dog. “Arf, arf.” Sarcasm leaked from her, almost as much as pussy juice, though less than would have leaked from her cock, if she hadn’t been wearing the milker.

“Yes, yes. Up.” He commanded and she rose. “Now answer the question.”

“Yes, I think seeing me on a leash like a damn dog will make it clear that you’re in charge, but I don’t see what I can do—“

“Provide samples and yourself as a test subject, as well as a list of other non-converting futa subjects. Plus a list of the other people looking into you.” He pulled hard on his leash, bringing her petite form against his so she was looking straight up at him. “Do you see now?”

“See and feel.” She commented, feeling his cock pressing against her stomach.

“Good girl.” He patted her on the head. She spun and bit like a half-trained dog, catching his hand and biting it hard. Not that it hurt either of them, given their abilities. Ultraboy actually laughed, not a cruel, mocking laugh, but actual amusement. It even reached his eyes. Which just for a moment were a dazzling sky blue until he remembered who he was, who she was and what she’d done and then they were steel, not sky. Hard, unyielding and in no way clear.

“Now, are they going to be busy enough that we can go get the Voodoo Queen together? Or should I send you on your own?” He asked, jerking his head towards the room where his Mommyslut was energetically fucking the Ultimafutas.