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A Problem Solved

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: ShadyMissionary

Giovanni let out a pleased sigh as the elevator descended into the underground laboratory. Out of all the problems with running a crime syndicate, random punks on a vigilante crusade had not been one he had ever expected to deal with. Over nearly a decade worth of interference, the boy had grown into a teen then an adult, and he had been a thorn in the mob boss's side the entire time. Countless plots foiled, enterprises uncovered and shut down, experiments defeated and destroyed.. The young man's friends might still be at large, but none of them had quite the tenacity and nosiness of this particularly troublesome individual, and he felt that merely posting surveillance on those who operated in the general vicinity of his operations would be sufficient. Should they prove to be insistent on interfering, they would find themselves meeting the same fate as the idiotically fearless Pokemon trainer who now lay under Giovanni's control.

The elevator dinged, and he straightened the lapels of his suit jacket before stepping out of it, further pleased by the way his guards snapped immediately to attention when he stepped between them. Discipline and obedience; these were the core tenets of Team Rocket, and he enforced them with an iron hand. Mostly. If not for the sheer amount of money that James's family funneled into his ventures, he would have had the bumbling trio of Jessie, James, and Meowth put to better use long ago. The Meowth would have been useful as a breeding stud for its ability to speak the human language, if nothing else. The other two... well, they were pretty enough. He was certain that he could find a buyer for the pair after they had undergone proper training. He might have even kept them on for his own personal entertainment. If not for their unhealthy obsession with capturing a certain Pikachu, they might also have actually made something of themselves at one of Team Rocket's cover businesses, especially one of the entertainment venues. They did have quite a talent for disguise and performance, he had to admit, but their continued failures had been frustrating.

Speaking of that... Giovanni paused in his stroll through the underground laboratory to peer through the thick, armored-glass window into one of the containment cells. A Pikachu hung in the center of the room, wrapped in latex from nose to tail tip, tubes inserted at front and hind ends to provide it sustenance and remove waste, metal probes pressed tightly against its cheek pads to extract the excessive and impressive amount of electricity that it produced, glowing goggles set over its eyes. A suction tube also wrapped around its surprisingly large cock to siphon out its seed for use in breeding. Every so often, the voltage shown on the attached meters spiked as the Pikachu attempted yet again to overload the machines. The gang leader had made sure that the probes were built to tolerances that not even this exceptional specimen could overcome, though, and it was unable to store up enough charge to produce its hoped-for results with the constant drain on its cheek pouches. It should have been happy, but it was a fighter. Yet even the strongest will would eventually be broken by the techniques that Giovanni had developed.

But he wasn't here for the Pikachu. That was just a bonus, a consequence of capturing his true target. The mob boss grinned widely as he turned to stroll further down the hallway, past the trainer's other captured Pokemon. Most of those were also exceptional and would have fetched hefty prices as breeders, but he was settling for as many sperm samples as possible. They had an unusually strong attachment to their master that made them rather difficult to manage when separated. That made it necessary, or at least highly preferable, to keep the whole lot of them together for the sake of simplicity. Giovanni had thankfully been able to find a buyer with pockets more than deep enough to accommodate that requirement. It made for a neat and tidy end for a long-enduring problem.

He came to a halt before the cell that held said problem and peered in through the glass. The eighteen-year-old human had been outfitted in a manner similar to his Pikachu: a latex bodysuit that vibrated and massaged against his skin, goggles over his eyes that displayed shattered and swirling images, headphones over his ears to play music with hypnotically suggestive undertones beneath it, and a vibrating piston thrusting into his ass. The young man's arms had been bound behind his back so that he was forced to arch forward to prevent dislocating his shoulders, which put him in perfect position for the piston-dildo to thrust into his mouth, feeding him a mixture of Pokemon and human sperm laced with a light cocktail of drugs to help increase his susceptibility to the hypnotic audio and visuals. His groin was covered in a null-suit bulge that also vibrated to edge him towards orgasm while never quite allowing him to reach it. Ash Ketchum had been the criminal underlord's captive for nearly a month, and his conditioning was almost complete. Then Giovanni would finally be rid of that persistent thorn.

"Ah, Mister Giovanni, always a pleasure to be graced by your presence," one of the sniveling scientists that operated the lab greeted, sidling up to stand beside the imposing mob boss. "We're right on schedule, even a little ahead! Most of the Pokemon are well broken. We were even able to get the Charizard to breed -"

"I want to talk to him," the gangster interrupted, not bothering to look at his underling.

"Oh, of course, of course! Right this -"

Giovanni shoved his way past the scientist once the cell door code had been entered, pushing him away and shutting the door in his face. This was Giovanni's triumph, and he wanted nothing to distract from it. Stepping up in front of the bound, immobilized human, he shut off the dildo fucking his captive's mouth first, retracting it so that the young man would be able to talk. Then he pushed the goggles up off of the former trainer's eyes and removed the sound-dampening headphones. Ash blinked confusedly, mouth opening and closing as his lips grasped for the missing dildo, then slowly began to focus. His expression became one of contented bliss as he saw mobster's shoes, and his eyes slowly travelled upwards to meet his current captor's face.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Giovanni! What can I do for you?" he asked in an annoyingly cheerful voice, as if this were just another day, the norm for him rather than anything unusual.

The ganglord reached over to scrape a chair across the floor so that he could take a seat and contemplated the remote control device on its arm for a moment before inputting a few commands. The tentacle-like restraints that held the trainer in place altered their configuration. Ash moaned as he was pulled further upright, his rump forced down harder onto the still-thrusting dildo that pounded into it, and the bulge at his groin pulsed with even greater vibrations. The mob boss was pleased so far, but he wanted to ensure that the implanted suggestions had fully taken.

"I just want to have a little chat," Giovanni told the young man, and was greeted with a bright smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm feeling just great, Mr. Giovanni! Never better! I could take on... uh... I could take on a whole breeding ranch all by myself right now!"

Hm. That slight hitch and hesitation... He upped the vibration of both the dildo and the null-bulge while increasing the massaging sensations across the rest of the trainer's body, pleased by the relaxed and pleasured moan that followed.

"So, you enjoy being my guest, then? No desire to try and leave?"

"Why would I ever want to do that, Mr. Giovanni? It's great here! I've really needed a vacation for a long time, but there was always so much training to do. I'm really grateful that you gave me this opportunity."

The gangster nodded approval, then reached out to pull the headphones from the young man's shoulders. A few taps on the chair's keypad killed the music and ramped up the subliminal messages to audible levels. "Freedom is obedience. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is life. By obeying, I free myself from worry, from thought, from need. In this freedom, I may experience pleasure and provide it. Providing pleasure gives me pleasure, and I exist only for that."

The message looped and repeated. Giovanni nodded again, laying the headphones across his knees for the time being as he addressed Ash once more. "And what about when you first came here, hm? Any... regrets? Any lingering worries? Anything you'd like to get off your chest?"

The young man's brows scrunched, and the gangster decreased the massage, vibrations, and thrusting to nearly nothing, letting Ash gather his thoughts undistracted. It took a few minutes, but he eventually met the Team Rocket leader's eyes once more.

"Well... I think it was pretty stupid of me to try and fight against it. Like I said, this has been a fantastic vacation. I don't really... I don't know why I was so against it."

"And what about your Pokemon? Are you... upset about that?"

"Hm. It wasn't very nice to stick Pikachu in a jar like that, but I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. You were just trying to get me to see what was in my best interest. He's okay, right?"

"Of course. I'd never hurt a Pokemon without due cause. He's perfectly comfortable in a room just down the hall getting similar treatment."

"Oh, that's great! He's a real fighter, my best friend and my best Pokemon."

"Of that, I'm well aware. Tell me about when you first got here."

That gave the young man pause again as he was forced to reconcile his capture with his current views of things, but it was also the greatest test of the hypnotic suggestions that had rewritten his personality. Giovanni leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, keenly interested in the answer he would be given.

"I came here to... to fight you." Ash paused to shake his head woefully. "I was really confused back then. I wanted to shut down your operation. You must have known I was coming, because there was a whole crowd of people to greet me. I had a pretty awesome Pokemon battle with them. Heh, I really like Pokemon battles. Or I did. I'm not so sure I like them very much any more. But, uh... Yeah, we had a battle, and then I realized Pikachu had been captured. You had him in a jar... or... a tube. There was some kind of metal plunger, and it started moving up. You said that he'd suffocate from the air pressure dropping if I didn't give up. He was trying to escape, but it was no good, and I realized that I couldn't get him out before it was too late, so I surrendered. You stopped the trap and told me to recall my other Pokemon then strip, so I did that. Then they put the things on my head, and... Things get a little fuzzy, but I started to realize how wrong I'd been pretty quickly after that. The pretty colors and the nice music really helped calm me down. I didn't want to look or listen, at first, but it was kind of hard not to. Eventually, I stopped trying, and things got a lot clearer and a lot better. I really like them a lot. Can I have them back, please?"

"Not right now, Ash. That's very good, though. Very good indeed."

Giovanni reactivated the various features at full intensity for several seconds, watching as the young man moaned and tried to hump his hips, aching to get off. But there were triggers built into the hypnosis that would prevent such release except in certain specific circumstances. He turned it down again before the forced pleasure could overcome the conditioning, watching Ash pant and recover, then he moved on to his next question.

"Do you think you'd want to go back to your old life? You said that you don't like battling as much any more. Would you be happy if you didn't have to do that anymore?"

"Oh, yeah! That'd be great, Mr. Giovanni! I've never really had anything else that I was good at, but I've been learning a lot here. I never thought about... y'know... sex as something I could make a living at, especially not with Pokemon or other guys, but I really like it. I didn't know it could be so nice before. Not that I was a virgin," he hastened to add, much to the mobster's amusement, "but I just didn't realize that it could be so much better."

"Hm. That's good, too. I've got a few more questions for you, and I'll let you get back to your... new occupation. I have a friend that wants to meet you, Ash. A friend who wants to give you a permanent vacation, just like this one but for the rest of your life. You'll never have to battle again, never have to travel except if he wants to take you somewhere, never have to worry about camping out in the dirt or scrounging for berries when you run out of food. It would be a perfect life, Ash, an enviable life. You'd be... like a pampered pet. Would you like that?"

"So... I'd be like... like a Furfrou for your friend?" At Giovanni's nod, he grinned even more widely. "Oh, wow, that sounds awesome! I could be a pet... I wouldn't have to think about anything but making my Master happy, right? I could have sex all day, which would be great, but I guess I'd need to keep in shape, too. I wouldn't make a very nice pet if I got all flabby and weak. Even pet Pokemon need to be at least a little strong, right?"

"Exactly, my boy, exactly. You'd have an exercise regimen to keep you in shape, and you'd have a perfectly balanced diet to help you maintain your weight and strength. Do you have any other concerns, if I gave you to my friend?"

"Well... what about my Pokemon, Mr. Giovanni? I know you're taking good care of them, but... I'd miss them. I'd hate it if I could never see them again, especially Pikachu. He's my best friend. He's been with me through a lot, and I think he'd get upset if I went away without him."

"Oh, that's no problem at all, Ash. I'd be sending them along with you. I know a few of them will be ready to go with you at the same time, though some of them are taking a little bit longer in coming around to seeing things in the proper light. Rest assured on that point, though, they'll all be with you eventually. The thing is, Ash, they wouldn't be your Pokemon any longer. After all, you'd be a pet, a Furfrou in your own words, and Pokemon can't own other Pokemon, now can they? Would that be a problem for you, if my friend owned your Pokemon instead of you? You'd be his as well, remember."

"Not at all! That sounds perfect! I wouldn't have to worry about training them any more if someone else was in charge of them, just so long as I get to stay with them. Oh, and I could have sex with them to keep them happy and make sure they listen to Master!"

"Perfect. I think you're ready, then." With a few further button presses, the restraints and dildos retracted, leaving the kneeling young man free but still clad in the body-covering and -clinging null suit. "Why don't we see if you can't help some of your more reticent Pokemon to come around, hm? Think you'd like that? If you can convince them, then they'll be able to go along with you instead of having to wait for later."

Ash leaned forward in a low bow so that his forehead nearly touched the floor before popping up onto his feet to excitedly bounce on his toes. "Thank you so much, Mr. Giovanni! I'd love to help them! It'll be great to have them understand you like I do now. And even better to know they're coming with me and can just be happy from now on."

The gang boss stood with a smile of his own and showed the young man to the door. It opened as they reached it, the nervous scientist standing just outside, obviously prepared to enact their failsafe protocols if the brainwashed trainer had been faking it the whole time. Giovanni was convinced, though, quite certain of Ash's sincerity, and he gave the former trainer a slight push towards the lab-coated man.

"Put him to work with his more reticent companions. His involvement should speed up their conditioning. I'd like it if the whole lot could be ready for transport by the end of the week. Give him another session when one of them breaks. He enjoys it. Don't disappoint me."

The scientist gulped and nodded, then hustled the latex-coated young man off down the hall before keying open another room. He gave one last glance towards the Team Rocket leader before darting inside. Giovanni smirked. Such peons were always so simple to manipulate. He gave them the freedom to perform their illegal experiments so long as they also helped him to achieve his own ends. In return, he funded their projects and protected them from the authorities. It was a beneficial relationship, despite how pathetic most of them were. But the project had been, so far as he could tell, an unqualified success. Which meant that the former Pokemon Champion's most troublesome friends, who had begun sniffing around after a month of silence from the trainer, should be just as easily cowed by the conditioning. Giovanni had a few more "friends" who would be quite happy to have a human Pokemon for a pet. This venture was turning out to be more profitable than he had expected.

The End