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Day 12: Trigger

"Exclusive Interview!"

By Patrick D. Lambert

"... the Prime Minister has yet to make an official statement. We're going to a short commercial break, and after that, we have an exclusive interview with a well-known Super Hero making his first public appearance after working in the dark for the last 6 months. Here in the studio, Deep Impact!"

Gordon shivered at the mention of his hero name. The plastic cup in his hand got destroyed, wetting his arm and chest in cold water. The buff orca failed to react in time and only stepped back from the mess he made. Immediately after seeing that, the small fox assigned as his assistant jumped in with a dry napkin.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Gordon said in his deep voice. "I'll clean this, kiddo."

"Don't worry, sir. Let me help you."

The massive cetacean couldn't do much to stop the energetic fox. Months ago he wouldn't mind receiving that type of service--he actually encouraged it--, but now he wanted to be as far as he could from everyone. And the reason behind that was very simple...

"You probably heard this very often, but your new suit it's incredible. This one screams Deep Impact when you see it," the fox said while his little hands wiped the water from the dark leather suit the orca was wearing.

His legs trembled and he stepped back from the fox, who leaned his head with a worrisome expression.

"Ahm... sorry, I'm ticklish there," the orca explained, holding his hand against his chest. "I'll get the rest done, but thank you, kiddo."

The fox offered him an awkward smile, then gave Gordon the napkin and walked away, looking over his shoulder still worried that he somehow offended him.

"Deep, buddy!" Someone called him from behind.

When Gordon turned, he saw his manager, Nicky, approaching. Attired in his characteristic grey suit, the old wolf extended his arms and offered him the same charming smile that secured many deals with other heroes in the past.

"I told you to wear your suit," he continued. He took his pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth.

"This is my suit, I told you that."

"No, I'm talking about YOUR suit, not this... crap," the wolf pointed at his entire body. Despite barely reaching the orca's chest, he dared to act in that demeaning way, protected behind a contract that gave him certain power over the superhero. "What do you think you are? Vengeance?"

The wolf laugh sickly, trying not to drop the cigarette from his lips while he struggled to light it. A taller and more confident horse approached immediately to tell him:

"Mister, you can't smoke here."

"And what are you gonna do? Arrest me?" Nicky sent the horse away with a hand gesture. After taking a puff from his cigarette, he looked back at the orca. "Buddy, it was already hard to get you this interview, so don't ruin it with this crap about changing your identity."

"I didn't want the interview in the first place," Gordon exclaimed in the most discreet way he could.

"I do. We don't make money with you working like a vigilante. That's bad publicity. I want you to walk there and be Deep Impact."

The orca clenched his fists and took a deep breath. Again, a shiver ran across his entire body. Nicky noticed it, then smirked when he saw the tight leather pants he was wearing.

"You better don't tell me you need to go to the bathroom. I can't imagine how hard is to pull those things off."

The little fox that helped him before approached again, waving his hand to get the orca's attention.

"Sir, it's time."

Gordon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Nicky patted him on the back as a way to encourage him.

"You're gonna do it great, buddy! And if he asks about your suit, tell him it's for a special mission or something."

The orca grunted as he walked towards the desk, where the host was already greeting him with a warm smile. It was none other than Sanmer A. Lemarre, whose career skyrocketed after several interviews with some of the most famous superheroes. The arctic fox had a very particular appearance on camera, leaving the suits behind in favor of the white lab coat he was famous for. He made two braids from his golden hair that reached his hips. The blue eyes followed the massive orca as he got closer.

"It's an honor to meet you. I've been waiting for this interview."

Sanmer extended his hand to greet him. Gordon took it, not surprised by the size difference. However, holding it felt strangely familiar, even when he never interacted with Sanmer before.

"I'm honored too," he replied.

The little fox adjusted the microphone on his neck and left the set in less than 15 seconds. A polar bear called everyone and raised a hand.

"Ok, we're coming back on 5... 4... 3... 2...," the bear pointed forward and the red light above the camera turned on.

Sanmer smiled at the camera, holding both hands over the large wooden desk.

"And we're back. As promised, here with us is none other but the superhero," the arctic fox made a short pause to add emphasis, "Deep Impact."

The orca smiled, but the mention of his hero name sent another shiver down his spine. He clenched his fists under the desk, trying not to make too obvious his reaction. It was already embarrassing with only one or two people watching, but a live audience would be much worse.

"T-thank you, Sanmer. I'm happy to be here tonight."

He wasn't. Gordon refused the interview several times. He didn't want to be on camera--or in public. He didn't want to hear that damn hero name.

"I believe I speak for everyone at home when I say your new outfit is... very interesting."

The camera made a close-up of Gordon's suit. The orca left behind his colorful spandex suit for a grimmer black leather one, with a holster around his hips for a unique revolver made for precise shoots--in addition to enhanced strength, Gordon could control water, either from a nearby source or from his own body. Months ago, he didn't find reasons to wear a mask; now the upper half of his head was hidden by a mask also made of leather, leaving his muzzle uncovered.

Gordon chuckled at the commentary and looked briefly at the camera before going back to Sanmer.

"Well, it's a...," he remembered what Nicky said, but he didn't feel comfortable with lying about something he really needed, "let's say I have new things planned for the future. I would love to talk more about it later."

"And we'll be happy to hear more about it when you're ready. Now, I would like to start this interview with a very obvious question," the fox paused longer. "What happened? One day you were part of the Top 10 and the next one you disappeared. And everyone asked, what happened to Deep Impact?"

Gordon pressed his knees together. The sensation was stronger now that Sanmer was saying it. Deep Impact. The orca was embarrassed to admit how the sole mention of his hero name provoked him... pleasure. And it coincidentally started after the day of his disappearance.

"It's... it's complicated to explain. Very personal too," Gordon replied as soon as the sensation faded.

"The official statement was that you were on recovery after a fight with the villain known as The Hypnotist."

"Yes...," Gordon took a deep breath and remembered how Nicky told him to proceed in case of a defeat. "As you might remember, around the time that fight happened, we had very little info about The Hypnotist. I'm not ashamed to admit I underestimated his skills, which led to a defeat."

"It's understandable. Other heroes have fought against him on their mission to capture him, and they all agreed that more than physical, it's a battle of wits. What can you say about it, Deep Impact?"

Again, pleasure ran across his body. Gordon closed his eyes and grunted, resisting the muscular spasms as best as he could--his tail managed to slap hard against the floor, calling Sanmer's attention.

"He's the first villain to... ahm... to use illusions. It's very easy to fall into his trap when you can't see what's real and what's not."

"But no other hero but Deep Impact disappeared. Was that hard your fight against him?"

His eyelid twitched after another shock of pleasure. The sensation was increasing with each mention of his hero name. His cock began to push against the tight pants. The smell of leather was still strong enough to cover the musk coming from his crotch, but it wouldn't take long for Sanmer to notice it--after all, Gordon had been hearing the name a lot that day.

The reflectors above him sent him back to that day. Tied with chains to a metal chair. Naked. With a machine under him fucking him. And the Hypnotist standing in front of him, with a TV over his shoulders displaying a spiral, talking in a distorted voice.

"This pleasure you are feeling will follow you. This pleasure is a signal of your defeat. This pleasure is evidence of your weakness. You can't escape from it."

"Deep Impact?"

Sanmer called him. The mention took him by surprise and a whine managed to escape from his lips when the pleasure ran once again through his body. This time, some members of the team caught his reaction.

"S-sorry... a cramp," he apologized, looking at the camera with a nervous smile.

"I see...," Sanmer frowned. A smile flashed on his face. "I'll ask again. How hard was your fight against the Hypnotist?"

The pleasure lasted for longer. Gordon was already feeling a constant tingle in his crotch, and he couldn't stop his legs from moving around.

"It was hard, yes. I don't wanna go into details, but he had a lot of traps at his disposal. I'd dare to say it has been my most complicated fight."

"Enough not only to put you out of commission for a while but also to change your image. According to some rumors, you've been acting under a new name. Is that why you're wearing this new costume?"

"As I previously said, it's something I'd like to talk more about it in the future."

"But would you say it was influenced by that fight, Deep Impact?"

Gordon shrugged in his chair. His hands clenched to the edge of the desk. The name, again, caused a wave of pleasure to run through his body, stronger and longer than the previous one. More staff members noticed his reaction, especially now that the tip of his tail wagged uncontrollably.

"I... It made me rethink certain things. But I'm not ready to make an official statement."

The Hypnotist's words echoed in his mind as he remembered the way he walked around him, playing with his pecs and his cock while the machine continued shoving a dildo deep inside his ass.

"Harder. Faster. Deeper. You can feel the intensity going up. One level after another. And you can't stop it. You can't fight it. You can't resist it. All you can do is wait for the inevitable."

Gordon glanced down and saw the fat bulge on his pants. All the pre leaking from his cock had stained the cloth already, and the musk began to rise. If he could smell it, it wouldn't take long for Sanmer's sensitive nose to perceive it too. Gordon knew he had to stop the interview, but the pleasure got his mind all scrambled up that he couldn't come up with an excuse.

"Well, let's hope you're not being under his influence," Sanmer mentioned to lighten up the situation.

The staff members laughed, and so did Gordon, albeit nervous.

"It's not the first time a hero changes his identity, but this is more commonly seen in lower ranks. This might be the first time in years that a Top 10 Hero decides to go with another name. I mean, I can't see myself referring to you by another name that isn't Deep Impact."

Another wave of pleasure.

"Everyone at home knows you as Deep Impact."

And another wave of pleasure.

"It's even your catchphrase. C'mon, everyone, let's say it out loud!"

"P-please don't..." Gordon muttered.

But that didn't stop Sanmer, who stood up with both hands in the air to guide the entire studio. In one single voice, everyone yelled: "A Deep Impact is coming!"

Gordon gnashed his teeth. His expression twisted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the name echoed across the studio and inside his head. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest. Drops of sweat ran from his brow and he took off the mask to wipe it. No one in the studio noticed his reaction immediately, pumped up as they were after claiming the phrase Gordon said before his signature move; no one but Nicky, who had been observing him during the entire interview, furious over the scene he was making.

When everyone began to calm down, Sanmer sat down and looked at the frustrated and desperate orca. Gordon noticed his stare and tried to recover his composure, failing to do so. Some noses wrinkled as soon as they perceived a strong scent in the air--the leather that initially concealed it had now enhanced Gordon's musk, who was a sweating mess under that suit.

Despite the scent, Sanmer continued with the interview.

"But as you said, we'll wait until an official statement comes from you. In the meanwhile, you are still our Deep Impact."

The phrase felt familiar. A fevered Gordon huffed as the name sent him back to that chair. He could feel the restrains around his limbs... the cold chair in contact with his skin... the sound of the machine pumping faster and faster... and his voice, his damn voice speaking right into his ear...

"Feel how deep is going. Feel how hard it impacts your prostate. This pleasure is now embodied in your name. Deep Impact. Whenever you hear your name, you will experience this day. This moment. This pleasure. Whenever you hear someone calling you Deep Impact, you will come back to this chair. And the more you listen to it, the stronger it will be. And more. And more. And more. Until you can't hold it anymore."

It had no use. Gordon could feel again the dildo pressing against his prostate, pushing it closer and closer to his limit. All the lights around him dazzled him, and everyone at the studio finally realized something was happening with the superhero.

Sanmer put a hand over his shoulder and shook it, trying to get his attention.

"Are you ok, Deep Impact?"

Another wave.

"Deep Impact?" Someone from the crew called.

And another.

"What's happening, Deep Impact?" Someone else approached.

And another.

A smile flashed on Sanmer's face as he leaned over him. His calm voice whispered his name in a way that hit too close to home.

"Deep Impact."

Defeated, the superhero stood up, throwing the chair away with his tail. The hours of torture the Hypnotist made him go through all repeated in one instant as his climax finally arrived. Victim of an unbearable pleasure, he held from the desk only to immediately break the wood under his strong grasp. Each muscle of his body tensed up, and he hunched after taking two steps back from the desk. His loud moans grew in desperation as he became incapable to hold his pleasure back. And with nothing else to do, in the middle of his maddening climax, the orca embraced his pleasure, becoming a mindless beast for an instant.

As each wave decreased in intensity, Gordon recovered control over his body. His breathing slowed, and the muscles relaxed one by one. He saw his bulge, but the only stain was from his pre; he experienced yet another dry orgasm. As soon as he noticed that, he quickly regained awareness of his surroundings, and the post-orgasm bliss quickly got replaced by the humiliation of what he just did on live TV.

For several seconds the only sound heard was the buzz coming from the reflectors on the roof. No one dared to say something. They even dared to move a finger. All they did was look at the orca standing on set. Later on, some would swear they heard a heartbeat, one that stopped after the well-known hero Deep Impact ran out of the set, quickly followed by his manager. And even after that, no one uttered a single word. No one except Sanmer.

The arctic fox took a deep breath and looked at the camera. He kept the usual serene expression he was known for, but his smile displayed a certain malice that lasted a second.

"We are experiencing some technical difficulties. We'll go to a commercial break. After that, have you been the victim of a hypnotic trance? We'll tell you the most common symptoms from a specialist."