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Sleeper Cell

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Justacritic

A huge Lucario stared in silence at the large screen in the Command Center. The rest of his team worked with diligence but under a hidden pressure, the sound of their fingers moving over the keyboards being the only sound in the room. Not even the low temperature meant to maintain the servers and equipment cold calmed down the flame burning him from the inside. The line-up of computers before him was being monitored and controlled by a group of specialists that had been working for days trying to locate the target their boss required. But the large screen he was more interested in kept displaying the same map of the area, with a large dot signaling the last known location of the two Aura Guardians he sent on a mission almost one month ago.

His team shivered with each loud and deep breath the massive Pokemon took, as it felt as if he was standing right behind them. None of them dared to stop the pace of their work, afraid that the slightest delay could bring his anger upon any of them. They misunderstood his concern, understandable considering the imposing and threatening aspect of a Pokemon that had nothing to envy to an Alpha, reaching a height of 7ft and packing huge muscles under the tight black and purple spandex suit worn by his unit. They called him Ronzo, although no one was sure if that was his real name.

Light flooded the room when the metal door behind Ronzo opened, and a smaller Lucario walked in, attired in the same spandex suit. Having evolving earlier than expected, his physique was still slender, which gave him certain elegance that made him stood out above the others. He was well known for his intellect and snarky comments. Very few people knew his real name, so almost everyone simply called him Vanilla, from the vanilla pudding he brought every day with his lunch.

The door closed behind him, plunging the room into darkness again, with only the multiple screens offering a dim illumination. Vanilla stood next to Ronzo, holding a tablet in his right hand. The young Lucario didn't say anything immediately but frowned at the strict pose adopted by his superior, who stood with both arms crossed and showing off his fangs as he growled. He couldn't believe how someone that impatient managed to get his own Aura Guardians unit.

"Please tell me you bring good news," Ronzo finally said to acknowledge Vanilla's presence.

"Not related to this case, but yes," he replied with a proud smile on his face. "The Boss has authorized the production of new suits for other units. Right now we sent some to the Unova units on Sector Kappa and Lambda. We expect to have more ready by the end of this month."

"You look awfully proud about it."

"Well, I don't like to brag. Just another excellent invention to my list. I'm surprised they still refuse to give me unlimited funds."

It was no secret Vanilla was a favorite of the High Command. After escaping from a wanted criminal that had captured his entire unit back when he was a Riolu, Vanilla left the job field and moved to R&D, where he skyrocketed with his genius inventions. Some found it hard to believe he decided to spend the rest of his career showing off an intellect no one was aware of, and even mocked this decision as they believed it was responsible of his sudden evolution, but the bosses were happy with his performance and that was all that mattered.

"And you don't like to brag," Ronzo sighed while rolling his eyes.

"You should be more grateful that I gave the Gamma unit some priority. I even made that suit specially for you. You can't deny it works flawlessly," Vanilla claimed, putting one hand on his hips.

"I know it works but...," Ronzo cringed as he stretched the spandex away from his chest, "was it really necessary to make it like this?"

"It protects the user from physical and special attacks without sacrificing mobility or combat skills. It's especially useful for an infiltration team. And yes, the collar was necessary," Vanilla quickly added after watching Ronzo move the black metal collar around his neck. "It enhances the user's skills, especially Aura."

"I get that but... isn't it a little too revealing?"

Even after a month of wearing it, Ronzo still couldn't get used to the new suit Vanilla developed. Purple on the chest and the upper half of the arms, black on the rest of it, with two golden lines surrounding the thighs and one golden star on each shoulder; it also had a capital A on the chest. The inside was covered with a special oil that could last for several uses without hurting the user's skin.

Ronzo was already used to feeling the spandex against his skin. It was the aspect what he didn't like. The suit sealed tightly around his body, making noticeable EVERY part of it. He pulled the spandex around his bulge to make it less noticeable, since he found embarrassing to walk like that around the base, no matter how practical the suit was for work. And while the black collar wasn't uncomfortable, Ronzo simply didn't like wearing something around his neck. It made him feel like a pet.

"You're the only one embarrassed about that detail," Vanilla gave a quick look at Ronzo's bulge. "You could use a cup or a jockstrap. It's less obvious."

"I can't see how that's gonna work," Ronzo grunted. His pose relaxed a bit as he accepted his defeat on that matter.

"From all the things that could've bothered you, I'm surprised you had to choose this one. Weren't you more worried about your missing agents?"

The mention of it helped Ronzo put his thoughts in order. After giving his temple a strong rub, he stared back at the screen that hasn't changed yet. He remained optimistic, but things had gone south since the last contact, during which they mentioned a possible location.

"We didn't take enough measures," Ronzo mumbled, but the appendages behind his head shook in response to the strong energy pulse his body emanated.

"Don't blame yourself. We're not dealing with our regular bad guy. He has eyes and ears all around the city."

"I told them it was too soon! We weren't even sure it was him!"

"Calm down. This isn't helping," Vanilla dared to put a hand over his shoulder, noticing the rest of the team looking at them. "I agreed the High Command took a bad choice, but it was the only one at the moment. Dr. Vortex is rarely seen in the open, and we couldn't let this opportunity pass. They're gonna be ok, but you need to stay calm for your team."

Ronzo looked at the Riolus and Lucarios that had been working day and night to find his missing agents. He saw the concern and fear on their faces and realized they weren't doing this for him; they wanted to find their friends. It was in those moments when the Lucario had to show leadership and not succumb to desperation. With eyes closed, and after taking one deep breath, Ronzo expelled that anger from his mind.

"You're right. This is not the time," he mumbled between his fangs.

"We'll find them. And we'll find him too."

The youngest member of the team, a Riolu with large round glasses, turned immediately to his screen when he heard something on his headphones. "Incoming transmission! The source is unknown, boss!" He claimed.

"What? Track it!" Ronzo commanded.

"It's not one of us, boss. I can't get through," a Lucario named Logan replied.

"Fuck... Put it on screen!"

Ronzo grasped his hope of seeing both agents appear on the screen. Tired, scared, maybe wounded, but fine. It was all that mattered to him. But when the tall and slender figure of the Inteleon they had been hunting for years made his appearance instead, his heart dropped to the ground. Attired in his well-known white lab suit, the large blue reptilian resembling a chameleon--with softer physical features--turned slowly to face the camera. Even a gesture so simple was enough to freeze the blood of those looking at the screen, aware of what that presence meant.

Dr. Vortex has been one, if not the most wanted criminal by multiple superhero agencies. The mad Inteleon was well known for the twisted experiments conducted on his victims and was responsible for at least 20 ongoing Missing Pokemon investigations. Moving under the shadows, he had ties with other villains and crime bosses in multiple cities, being the main provider of weapons and technology. It has been Ronzo's main objective for years since... the first victim related to him. And yet, despite having his image carved in his memory, the huge Lucario couldn't stop a shiver from running through his body when he saw his cynical smile on screen.

Vanilla was the biggest reason for him to stay as calm as possible. He also had a past with the sick doctor, being him the reason why he left the field. He always evaded the conversation whenever someone asked how he escaped from his grasp, but seeing his expression was all they needed to have an idea of the horrors lived during the days he spent being his test subject. Despite the years since that incident, Ronzo knew it was a memory that still haunted his friend. If Vortex's appearance somehow disturbed him, Vanilla did a good job at pretending it didn't.

After taking off a pair of reading glasses, Vortex's sight landed on Ronzo, and the cynicism turned into the joy of meeting with an old friend.

"Ronzo, you're looking good. It's been a while since our last encounter. I hope you don't hold a grudge against me for that incident at Viridian City."

No one in the Command Center dared to look at Ronzo, who still blamed himself for the fiasco that operation was. Three good agents were found in the most humiliating scenario. Years of experience meant nothing after Dr. Vortex rewired their brains to his pleasure, and none of them were the same even after the hypnosis ended. Ronzo clenched his fists and gave a discrete signal to Logan to start tracking the transmission.

"You were lucky that day," Ronzo struggled not to show off his anger. Instead, he focused on the background, trying to look for any detail that could give away his location. But the room where he was was almost pitch black, and the light from the screen couldn't reach the end of it.

"Oh, luck had nothing to do. Things went according to plan. Don't blame me if your buddies couldn't do the work properly. By the way, how they're doing? I heard they're no longer working for the Guardians."

"Then why do you ask if you already know?"

"I just wanna hear it from you. After all, I'm starting to enjoy this obsession of yours. It's flattering to be the sole purpose of someone's life. I can't imagine what I did to deserve such honor."

It was fruitless. Ronzo couldn't get over the obnoxious and prepotent attitude in hidden under a fake cheerful tone. He hated knowing he was failing for his provocations, words that pierced an already wounded ego after multiple failed attempts to catch him. He didn't want to admit that his capture was no longer motivated by justice alone, but to bring some peace to his troubled soul and his broken pride.

"How did you get access to this channel?" Ronzo was afraid of the answer. His mind went quickly through all the possibilities, begging for a vulnerability in security or anything similar. But his heart knew the truth.

"I bet you're dying to know that. I'm afraid your protocols aren't as safe as you might think or we wouldn't be having this conversation. Not that I dislike having a chance to give you again the pleasure of talking with me. Besides, I knew you were worried about two missing agents, right?"

Several gasps echoed in the room after the camera turned to face the two Aura Guardians sent weeks ago to locate Dr. Vortex. No one from his team held their looks for too long, already disturbed by an expression that Ronzo knew very well.

One Riolu and one Lucario dressed in the same spandex suit and black collar stood side to side. A dim light above them gave a good view of their faces, both sharing a dumb, happy smile that made them look as if they were drunk. However, their eyes had a distinguish red glow that evidenced the depravations already committed by the sick doctor. Wobbling slowly, they nodded to greet Dr. Vortex when he appeared on the screen.

"I must admit," he proceeded to say, walking around while inspecting the Guardians' bodies, "you have an excellent eye for these."

Vortex didn't even try to hide the lust in his eyes as he inspected the duo from head to toe. Slightly under 6ft of height, Riolu had an average body, with just the right amount of muscle so it didn't look too notorious under the spandex. That didn't stop him from looking hot with the suit on, acquiring a vulnerable appearance when compared to his older partner. Lucario had a more toned body, owner of a six-pack that attracted eyes like a magnet, and big pecs that begged for some attention. Almost a foot taller than Riolu, the fur at the top of his head that he always kept tidy was all messy and sweaty. Ronzo only noticed both were drooling when some saliva fell from the side of Lucario's maw.

"And these new suits are... how can I say it?" It was surprising how sincere was his lack of words as he circled the duo, barely touching their bodies with the tip of his long fingers. "A little too tight? I believe there is a good reason for it, maybe a stealthy approach, yes. But it's still out of the ordinary. Not that I complain, it suits you perfectly, Ronzo. And I couldn't stay behind, as you might have noticed already."

Vortex opened his lab coat to reveal a tight black spandex suit perfectly adhered to his chest. His body wasn't anything spectacular when compared with the Aura Guardians he captured, but as it did with Vanilla, it highlighted the elegance of his slender and tall body, a couple of inches taller than Lucario. The camera moved back until the trio was fully visible on screen, revealing their fat bulges under the tight suit. Riolu and Lucario didn't seem to know how excited they were, but Vortex even humped the air to offer a better view of his fat cock trapped under the spandex.

"Nothing to say about it? That's a shame. But let's hear what these cute boys have to say about it. Do I look good on this, Pet?"

Lucario blinked at the sound of that name. Without looking away from the camera, he nodded energetically as he said: "You look very hot, Master."

"Good boy. Good boy," Vortex then proceeded to rub and pull gently one of the appendages hanging from the back of his head, to which Lucario replied leaving his tongue hanging from the side of his open maw as he panted quickly. Vortex looked back at the camera with the smile of a proud father. "This one put a lot of resistance, but as soon as I made it through, it was like playing with clay. It might surprise you how easy is to change someone's mind. But this one, on the other hand," he put a hand over Riolu's right shoulder. The smile on the young Guardian disappeared as his distress for the situation managed to get out for at least a moment, "he's still giving me some troubles. But I'm making good progress, isn't that right, Pup?"

Riolu didn't answer immediately. Ronzo noticed a tremble on his lower lip as he struggle to speak, along with a quick twitch from his ears. It was a sign that his control wasn't absolute yet. However, Dr. Vortex reminded Riolu who was in charge by squeezing his shoulder a little. With a weak smile and a lean of his head, Riolu nodded too.

"Y-yes, Master..."

"Yes, yes, good boy!" The kinky Inteleon stood behind him and put both hands over Riolu's pecs. The large fingers moved over the spandex briefly before giving the muscles a good squeeze, one hard enough to get a moan out of the young Guardian. "You two are very good boys, am I right?"

"Yes, you are!" Both answered together.

"And you are so happy to be my pets, right?"

"That's right, Master," again, a loud answer from the once proud and strong Aura Guardians.

Dr. Vortex left Riolu after he noticed his cock completely hard trapped under the spandex. The suit gave a clear view of a cock incredibly big for someone of his size. It throbbed constantly, and the sole touch of the cold suit was enough to stimulate it. Riolu moved his hips from side to side, with his hands trembling in a visible struggle to reach the fat bulge.

"Yes, they are happy. Without the weight of being an Aura Guardian, they can enjoy their lives as my personal pets," Dr. Vortex moved to Lucario. His hand made a direct attack on his bulge in the shape of a good, strong squeeze. Lucario immediately moaned and squirmed in his spot, a response that pleased the Inteleon. "I take good care of them, and in return, they please me with their bodies and obedience. As far as I can tell, it's an excellent deal. And they are getting the best treatment possible. What you are seeing right now is the final result of countless tests ran on multiple subjects provided by you and other agencies. I couldn't have done this without you. That why I'm giving Sector Gamma some priority. Don't you think so, Puppy?" His eyes moved slightly to his left, addressing Vanilla with that question.

Vanilla, that had been quietly standing next to Ronzo up to that point, flinched at the seductive tone Vortex put on that last word. He looked down at his tablet and ignored how the mad doctor continued squeezing Lucario's bulge until his legs faltered and the Guardian fell to his knees. Even then, with his body squirming violently and the moans about to turn into screams, Vortex continued torturing his hyper-sensitive Pet, making no attempt to hide his enjoyment.

Ronzo felt his fingers going numb for how hard he clenched both fists. He only perceived it when a quiet BEEP reached his ears, and only then realized that his agents had been humiliated enough. But when he took a step forward to order someone to cut the transmission off, no words came out. Ronzo had a feeling that he needed to keep watching, even when he couldn't find a clue in the background. Most of his team did the same, being Logan the only one still tracking the signal.

"If I have to be honest, I didn't expect things to work so easily," Vortex said with a heavy sigh. Leaving Lucario on his knees, he got up and took Riolu's hand to pull him closer. And as he continued speaking, the smile began to finally disappear. "This Aura trait of yours is so annoying. I can't tell all the troubles it caused me in the past, and how many ideas I had to counter it. I didn't expect the solution to be this simple and... ironical."

Ronzo got concerned at the relief visible on Vortex's face when two red lights turned on with a beep on their collars. There was something that didn't feel right about it, but the Guardian couldn't grasp the answer that he felt was right in front of him. With a deep breath, he puffed his chest as he always did when he read someone's Aura.

"Riolu, Lucario... use Aura."

The duo began to squirm and moan together after Vortex gave that order. Riolu knelt next to his partner, and moments later both were on his fours, dry-humping the air in response to the intense pleasure invading their bodies. Vortex took two leashes that were hidden behind the Guardians' backs and pulled them to force his pets to look at the camera. Some members of Ronzo's team finally looked away, unable to stand the shameless look in their eyes. With their tongues out and panting heavily, both Guardians whimpered as Vortex continued pulling the leashes.

"Now, say what we practiced, boys."

Going back to their knees, the duo began to rub and squeeze their bulges, revealing in their movements the desperation from reaching the orgasm that had been denied for so long. When they finally spoke, they did it in unison.

"We are the Aura Guardians, a group of kinky and horny pets at the service of Doctor Vortex. We plead obedience and loyalty to our Master, and we will bend our heads and bodies to please his lustful fantasies."

"And why is that?"

"Because we are dumb and he is smart. We are weak and he is strong. We are pets are he's our Master."

Each word came with emphasis. With passion. Ronzo could've believed them if it wasn't for the visible effects of the hypnosis, and even then, the enjoyment in their expressions made their obedience look convincing--and it also made it hard to look at his agents. Having been witness to his previous victims, Ronzo knew how deep his hypnosis and triggers could dwell in someone's mind. Both Riolu and Lucario wouldn't be the same even when the effects wore off. That alone was enough to put another nail through his heart, another defeat to torment him during the nights.

But it was the seemingly voluntary obedience that really made it hard to watch, forced to talk and act in ways Ronzo knew weren't proper of them. The degradation of two proud Guardians shamelessly showing off their boners while being praised by the one they called Master was worse than all the other things Vortex did in the past. Because he wasn't humiliating Riolu and Lucario only, but also giving the message that he didn't take the Aura Guardians seriously.

Ronzo fell again the flames of anger engulfing him from the inside. And the Aura of his team, which he began to read unconsciously, told him they shared the same feeling over the insult.

Vortex looked back at the camera and talked again. "That's correct, you were never a threat. Instead, all of you are my pets now. My strong, horny, and kinky pets."

Logan, who had been trying so hard to track the signal, jumped away from his seat and looked at Ronzo. The distress in his expression was almost as alarming as the two red lights blinking on his collar.

"Boss... he's here."

His words felt like the sharpest knife threatening to cut through the skin of his nape. When he looked back at the screen, the cynical smile Vortex offered at the beginning finally made sense. But when he moved forward to order an Emergency Lockdown, the words refused to come out. His body refused to move further. Ronzo noticed a part of him being disconnected, and a strange energy coming from the collar around his neck.

"I finally perfected my method of converting the network of your Aura by using...," Vortex stopped abruptly. With a shake of his head and a chuckle, he reconsidered his words. "You know what? It's dumb for me to think your little head can understand how it works. And even if it does, you won't remember a thing in a couple of minutes."

Ronzo held from the rail before him. His heart raced and he felt a numbness spreading through his body. The beeping from his collar marked the pace at which he lost his energies, slowly falling to his knees while he struggled to breathe normally. Multiple images flashed before him and distorted his surroundings. When he looked at his team, Ronzo found them on their knees too, a red light blinking on their collars.

Was his skill doing that? The anger and fear expressed through the aura of his team slowly transformed into lust. One by one, they surrender to the lustful desires provoking them from the insides, and Ronzo, unable to stop reading them, fell the oppression of that growing sexual appetite trying to drag him down. The raging flames engulfing him moments ago were now fueling his libido, forcing into his mind images of the twisted and horny tests Vortex ran on his missing agents.

Gathering what was left of his strength, Ronzo struggled to get back to his paws. Lightheaded, he tried to snap out of the effect with a hard slap, but either he lacked the energy or the numbness didn't let him feel the hit. His attempts only made Vortex laugh, who continued talking after noticing the effect had spread to his entire team.

"Of course, I needed to be nearby for my invention to work. Your agents here were extremely helpful and guided me through a secret entrance. But the machine alone can't do the work no matter how close I get. I needed something else, a small receiver developed by your own people. I'm still surprised at how easily my little pet climbed up the ranks and gained their trust. And now that more units are gonna wear it, I thought it was a good time to wake him up."

His words began to make sense on Ronzo's scrambled head as he spoke, but it wasn't until his eyes moved to the young Lucario that he understood Vortex had planned his attack with years of anticipation.

Vanilla looked at the screen with a joyful expression. His neck was free of the black collar he made, as he didn't need it, for he has been his pet since the moment he captured him. It was so obvious that they ignored that possibility, being more focused on getting information out of Vanilla. Without knowing it, they set Vortex's trap in motion.

"Did I do a good job, Master?" Vanilla asked, his body trembling with anticipation.

"You did an excellent job, my puppy. I am very proud of you."

Vanilla hugged his tablet in response to the compliment. Ronzo also saw what looked to him like yearning on his expression, a detail that meant nothing after his vision got blurry, falling on his fours when his body collapsed again to the pleasure invading him.

Ronzo felt dozens of hammers trying to break through his defenses, destroying whatever was left of his will. He crawled away from the screen and the moans of his comrades that had already succumbed to Vortex's control. His sanity grasped to his wish to capture Vortex and put an end to his madness. He went over the years invested in a fruitless investigation that only led to the victims of his atrocious experiments. It was his biggest purpose in life... the objective he thought about every day... a sick and toxic obsession hidden under a mantle of justice.

He crawled out of the Command Center only to find other agents on the floor going through the same process. He tried to cry out for help, hoping to reach anyone free of that torment. But instead of words, only moans made it out and the hand he stretched forward trembled in the air, leaving Ronzo alone and powerless in the middle of the large hallway, succumbing to the moans and whimpers of the agents he had known for years.

The huge canine curled on the ground. The suit that was made exclusively for him tightened around his body. The oil reacted to a weak shock provided by the collar, getting warmer as Ronzo squirmed more and more. The sudden waves of pleasure running through his body became too intense for the canine to handle. Even spots that never reacted to his touch were being brutally stimulated. And the pleasure building up inside him was reflected in his throbbing cock getting bigger. But the joy of having his manhood displayed in the shape of a fat bulge was not for him. The suit tightened up more around the crotch. While it didn't hurt his cock, it created a special cup to hid it. In an ironical twist, Ronzo's bulge disappeared from sight, and the image of a golden lock appeared on the crotch area. The cup holding his cock began to vibrate at a speed that wouldn't let him reach his climax but keep him at the verge of it.

The pleasure quickly became a sick punishment that striped Ronzo from his pride. Rolling on the floor, he made a pitiful attempt to resist the hypnosis. The tightness and vibrations pushed him back to the start, reminding him of the humiliation Vortex was putting him through. His legs trembled and he fell back to the floor whenever he tried to stand up. His moans were gaining a higher pitch when the pleasure became unbearable. Ronzo began to accept there was nothing he could do.

His consciousness started to drift away while his brain was invaded by a strong desire to submit and obey. It was a strange dissociation during which he was still feeling a body he no longer was in control of. Feeling too horny to think clearly, the details of what led him there quickly became fuzzy, mixed with the multiple images played in his mind. Soon enough, he opened a door for the suggestions made by the unknown voice that kept telling him to give up. He was too exhausted to question it. He wanted nothing but to rest. To lay down and give up.

Carefully, Ronzo went back up. His arms moved from side to side as he tried to keep balance. His team came out and made a line on each side of the hallway. They saluted the approaching Inteleon with their right hand , sharing the same joyful expression from his other pets. Vortex let his lab coat fall from his shoulders, leaving only the tight black spandex suit to cover his body.

"As I was saying, I'm flattered by this obsession of yours. It went on for so long that I have no choice but to shyly admit that I got obsessed too. I won't say Vanilla was my only agent inside; he was the first of many others. And while my little Puppy was busy making tools for me, I gave the rest the task of fanning the flames of your obsession by giving you all the cases related to me. I couldn't risk losing your interest, not after seeing the potential you have to offer. But please, don't blame me for it," his fingers grazed the chests of the agents as he passed by, making them squirm with such a gentle touch. "If there is one weakness that can put me on my knees..."

For the first time, and knowing none of them was conscious, Vortex knelt to take a deep breath of Ronzo's bulge, throbbing hard under the spandex suit. A moment later, he stood back up, led by the manly, alluring scent coming from the male that hunted him for years. His body twitched with ecstasy, and when he was back on his paws, Vortex pulled Ronzo's face up from the chin, only to be greeted with the dumb, joyful expression of a tamed beast.

"... is a strong body like yours. One that I've craving to have under my control for so long. Now, tell me, do you want to be my Pet?"

"Yes, Master!" Ronzo answered without a doubt.

"Good boy. Then let's get more friends for you to play with."