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Easy Gig

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by GaleAzure

"WARNING. WARNING. TEST IN PROGRESS."

The alarm repeated as the metallic door closed behind them, leaving both friends inside a large room with crystal walls and semi-transparent floor that threw back a blurred reflection of them. The hard sole of the boots worn by one made a sharp and crisp sound on each step, while the other, barepawed, only heard the short clink of his claws against the smooth surface. The cold and refreshing air sent shivers down their spines, a relief from the intense heat outside the building.

They made it to the middle of the room by the time the alarm stopped, and calmly inspected their surroundings, finding no camera in any corner. That didn't make their nakedness any easier to deal with--nor the excitement provoked by the pills given before the test, which had their cocks fully erected in a matter of seconds.

"What kind of perv makes us go through this test?" Asked one of them. Gale, a peculiar dragon with wolf-like features, his body was covered in blue fur instead of scales, with a large patch of white going from the chin to his crotch. A majestic white mane crowned his head. His beautiful wings made of white feathers flapped twice in response to the cold air. A reptilian-shaped cock hung out of his slit, throbbing slightly and with some pre coming from the tip.

"Pfft, you're the one who wanted easy money," his friend Vesper replied. He was a wolf of black fur and white on the muzzle. Taller than the reptile, they asked him to wear a sort of biker outfit: a one-piece black leather suit with boots included. Blue, white, and sky blue stripes went across the arms, chest, and navel respectively, with a blue sky triangle in between his pecs. A tight fit, it made visible the toned-up muscles and had a special opening for his tail and sheath, from which the crimson canine cock was coming out.

"Yeah, but I thought they'll be giving us some of those experimental pills."

Both walked in with a gray ball in their hands. The plastic texture was rigid and cold. Almost weightless, a short shake given by Gale revealed a liquid inside.

"God, I feel this is the beginning of some weird porn movie. Are they gonna make us fuck?" There was concern in the dragon's voice, who couldn't look away from his throbbing cock. "My girl is gonna beat the crap out of me if she finds out I fuck a dude."

"Dude, chill out. Do you want that PS5 or not?"

"Yeah but not for fucking with you!"

The wolf darted his eyes at him before rolling them to the other side along with a sigh. While he was also concerned about the... specific demands made for that test, the labs looked decent and professional. The contract Gale so blatantly ignored had no mention either about any type of intercourse--not that Vesper made much sense of the mumbo jumbo written on it.

"Look, we're just gonna try this thing and we're out. I know it's weird as fuck, but for what they're paying us I honestly don't give a crap about it."

"Yeah, you say that because you're used to watching dudes naked," Gale spat.

"Dude, we both have seen males naked in the showers."

"That's different. They're our bros. We're a team. Watching your bro's cock ain't gay."

Vesper held his frown for a couple of seconds before looking down at the dragon's cock. Just an uncomfortable instant was enough to make him cover his throbbing manhood with the ball.

"Dude, stop!"

"You said it wasn't gay," the wolf smirked, moving aside to peek behind the cover.

Gale whined some more about it before an image appeared on the walls. Revealing themselves as screens, a "Keep out" sign written in different languages appeared up and down, while a "Processing 0%" was displayed in the middle.

A distorted male voice came from a hidden speaker in the room.

"Good morning, boys. We appreciate your help in this test. We will start it in the following seconds, so it's important to remind you to stay calm. While your reactions won't affect the result in any way, we mention this thinking entirely on your comfort. Be aware our product is still in development and reactions may vary."

They leaned their heads in confusion, a state of mind that didn't last after the balls exploded in their hands. When they looked down, arms and chest were already covered in a thick, gray, and warm goo. What was left of the plastic container lay at their paws, along with one black and one white small sphere.

"What the fuck is this?!" Gale shrieked, trying to wipe the goo from his hands, only spreading it in the process.

"How am I supposed to know?!" Vesper replied, mimicking the same desperate moves of his friend.

Big blobs hit the ground heavily after they shook their hands to get rid of it, but the liquid crawled back to them, covering their paws and moving up their legs. Shocked and terrified, they were more busy struggling to clean it out of their chests to step away.

Like paint, wiping it only gave it a more uniform look, something they kept doing unconsciously. The goo was strangely warm and with a texture resembling mud in Vesper's head. While large ropes stretched out of it whenever they pulled, it didn't feel sticky--It never tangled or pulled Gale's fur. It had no smell and refused to come out even after they used their claws.

But what really messed up with their heads was how the goo continued spreading by itself. In thirsty seconds that lasted forever, they had been covered almost completely by the gray substance, taking the appearance of a latex suit in the process. It was exactly like jumping into mud, with the goo applying soft pressure all around them.

"Please remember to stay calm," the male voice repeated.

"How the fuck do you want us to stay calm? What the fuck is this shit?!" Gale screamed at what he believed was the camera.

The wall screen had changed, indicating a 14% progress.

"You never mentioned this was your fucking test!" Vesper berated.

"The contract you both signed indicated what the test is about. By signing it we assume you understand and accept the procedure," the male voice answered, his tone undisturbed by their panic.

"How am I supposed to understand half of that crap? It was your fucking job to explain it to us!"

But no answer came to that, and all the friends did was continue a pointless struggle to remove the goo from their bodies, which at that point had solidified and had a tight grip on them. Only the face, crotch, and ass were free from the slime, but that did not offer any tranquility after seeing what was coming.

"W-what the hell is that...?" Gale muttered, hoping to find comfort in what his friend had to say.

A mask took shape in front of them. A generic wolf aspect that fit perfectly with their features, with closed maw and hollow eyes. But what terrified them the most was the pink phallus inside, more fleshy and vivid than the gray goo the mask was made of.

Vesper said nothing. It was the first time he was truly speechless. Not only they were witnessing what he believed was advanced nanotechnology, but the devious and disgusting purposes given to it were a mock to all scientists. What kind of sick perverts would prefer to waste their intellect on that type of invention?

His thoughts got quickly interrupted when the masks forced themselves on them, pulled by the strings of goo attached to the sides. The pink phallus forced its way through the sealed lips and reached deep into the throat, while the mask kept the maws sealed. The gray goo gave the final touches and transformed into an expressionless and plain canine face, while the phallus expanded, its hollow insides turning into a clean canal from mouth to throat.

With their attentions completely focused on that, they noticed too late when the brief-shaped goo closed on their hips. The same pink goo wrapped around their cocks, making them look bigger and thicker; a grip tighter than a condom, it caused a pleasure that almost threw both friends to their knees. But it wasn't the only thing done by the "brief".

Just like the mask, a small pink phallus penetrated the virginal asses, taking advantage of its size before inflating to make another canal, slowly stretching the rectum in the process. Only then the test subjects noticed what just happened, but with their movements hindered by the suit getting tighter, the reply that came out was a muffled whine. The goo resisted when both holes clenched by sheer instinct, and the opening got ready in a matter of seconds, much to their discomfort.

Progress: 55%, that's what the screen showed. The goo had hardened. Gale and Vesper shared a look, the panic visible in their watery eyes. The goo was now a flexible suit that felt and sounded like latex--stretchy too, as no matter how much they pulled, it didn't break. The discomfort from the mouth tube kept them from thinking clearly.

"First phase complete. Moving to external body. Activating Smart Suit."

With the announcement made, the capsules at their paws exploded, releasing more goo under them--black for Gale, white for Vesper. The expansion, however, was considerably more aggressive.

Like a famished beast, the goo feast on their bodies. The gray suits disappeared under a layer of black and white goo respectively. Its thickness gave them both a bigger aspect, and the surface glowed under the bright fluorescent light coming from above.

"Assimilation complete. Smart suit online. Synchronization at 40%. Slight variations are being detected due to mental stress. Smart Suit still at optimal levels for transformation."

Those words carried no sense to them. The duo thought about running to the door, a choice born from the desperation that both knew would do nothing. Whatever plan those monsters had in mind, it didn't include releasing them. And with how quickly things were happening, none of them could catch a break. Two layers of smart goo surrounded them, forcing on them a sensation of fragility from the lack of movement and control.

"Zekrom and Solgaleo have the highest level of compatibility with the current test subjects. Uploading designs."

The new layer, still soft and malleable, vibrated after some seconds. They stared at the ripples moving on the surface. Vesper did his best to remain calm, taking deep breaths; Gale fell into panic, ripping the black goo out of his body only to watch it come back immediately.

Progress: 65%. The black suit grew in size in certain areas. Thicker thighs and bigger pecs left in shame the dragon's body. His paws grew twice in size, having only three distinctive fingers, and one sharp end coming from behind the heel. The goo forced all feathers to fold, considerably reducing the wings' size and reshaping them in the process to straighten upwards and have pointed tips.

On the other side, Vesper gained a more athletic aspect, with firm and toned muscles that matched the body he originally had. The shiny white goo slowly acquired the latex aspect, with only a black spot covering the chest and belly. The transformation respected most of his physiognomy, with the most notorious change visible in the majestic mane of white goo with red diamonds and something resembling a golden tiara on top of the forehead.

The transformation was almost done, with the screen showing 84%.

"External suit finished. Closing the casket now."

As happened with the first masks, the slime designed new ones for them. However, each one was different. Gale had a triangular-shaped head, with a broad, flat forehead and a pronounced, pointed chin. Sharp red eyes on the sides of his head, and one large, jagged horn crowned his head. For Vesper, the slime made a feline-shaped mask, with an elongated muzzle and a blue nose on top of the black chin. Instead of eyes, it had a wide blue visor covering the top half of the mask.

Both heads had an internal visor and a large pink dildo embedded in the mouth, a perfect fit for the canal made by the gray mask. With no control over the process, all Gale and Vesper did was bear the cock as it entered into their mouths with nothing to stop them while the masks fit into place. Both phallus throbbed on their way to their final resting point in the throat, leaving room enough for them to breathe.

The next part was the tail. For Gale, a huge cone-shaped tail with blue rings on the middle and the tip; for Vesper a thin, feline tail with half a sphere as tip. Both tails were attached to a plug of average size, shaped to keep firm pressure on the prostate. With the huge masks in place, no sound came out after the tails locked in place with no care, but both males did groan from the discomfort caused by the plug, and from the unwanted pleasure that ran through them.

With masks and tails fused to the suit, the physical transformation was complete. Both subjects squirmed in place, trapped in the advanced suit made by those sick bastards. Mouth and ass stimulated by the built-in dildos, the groans and whines never made it through the two layers around them. Preys of fear and loathing, their scrambled minds failed to make sense of what just happened over those torturous minutes.

"Physical transformation complete. Sync levels are at 50% and increasing. Moving on to mental training and physical stimulation."

The subjects flinched after the plugs began to vibrate at a slow rate, applying extra pleasure to the already squashed prostate; the pleasure that provoked came with a disgust they couldn't explain, but it gave them some lucidity for another pointless effort to remove the masks.

The darkness vanished once the visors turned on. But instead of watching what was in front, a black-and-white spiral began a slow and dangerous dance, accompanied by a weak buzz that played right into their ears. That did but feed their panic with which they struggled to free themselves from that prison, a fight that only drained what was left of their strength.

The process continued outside with a set of hoses connecting to both sides of their maws. Made of the same flexible material, it didn't break nor deform when the subjects pulled them. A strong scent supplied through the tubes went straight into their lungs; salty, similar to someone's smell after an intensive workout. Both subjects resisted at first, but being that the only source of air inside the suit, they had no other choice.

"Sync at 60%. Boss, it's optimal."

A new voice spoke after that. Straight into their ears, an old male with a raspy voice took the mic to congratulate them.

"Gentlemen, I'm happy to announce you two are the first subjects to successfully merge with our most recent product: the 'New Life' Smart Suit, designed for people who want to live under a new skin. I'll spare you the details of what makes this advanced technology possible and give you a recap of its capabilities instead. What you are wearing right now is a malleable substance that can change from liquid to solid and vice verse. This substance, after a model has been uploaded, will shapeshift into it to offer its user the experience of being someone completely different. The suit has more than enough commodities for prolonged use in mind, with the user's comfort being our top priority. The tube inserted in your throat will provide nutritional supplements, while the tubes connected to the muzzle supply both a stimulant to keep you energized and fresh air. While I'm aware certain elements might cause some grade of discomfort, believe me when I say every detail was designed with the absolute commodity in mind, which you'll start to experience any minute now."

"We know the physical appearance isn't enough to satisfy some needs. So in order to ensure you fully experience the life chosen, our innovative 'Mind Sculpting' program will take care of that. Embedded on your helmet is a visor that will later become your eyes. Right now this visor is preparing your minds to learn more about your new body, creating a link between you and the suit. This way you will feel the suit, and be one with it. Your mind will see this as your real body, and not just an imitation, so you could enjoy the full experience without thinking at any moment you are wearing a suit."

"Gentlemen, there is still room for improvement on this technology, and with your help, we'll polish it to perfection. Aside from your payment, we'll gift you the suits you're wearing right now, along with full access to a growing catalog of models for your enjoyment. Henderson, continue the test."

"Yes, boss."

Was that speech supposed to mean something? While the subjects listened to what the male said, all they heard was a voice speaking nonsense. The gas provided had scrambled their already weakened minds, still in shock from what just happened. Even something as simple as moving required an incredible effort they simply couldn't perform. Not to mention the spiral still spinning and flashing, the dildos vibrating faster and faster, and the suit that had started a full body massage.

It was a brutal assault to their senses, planned to break any mental wall still standing. Dizzy and tired, formulating a simple sentence became impossible. And that's when the images and words came up.

Zekrom. Solgaleo. Pictures of their new bodies from different angles. With different clothes. Posing. Flashing too quickly for the common eye to notice, leaving a notorious mark on their subconscious. Their new voices played on the helmets over the soft buzz, speaking common phrases to adjust their minds to the tone that will come out through the voice modulator included in the mask.

With nowhere to run, they stared unwillingly at the visors, fighting a lost battle against a blatant brainwash with a fancy name. And in their current state, the effect came sooner than what the scientists expected. Gale was Zekrom. Vesper was Solgaleo. Soon enough those names and images replaced the memories of themselves, changing almost three decades of experiences lived as a dragon and a wolf.

More images flashed. Quick sequences of them moving in their new bodies to link them with the suit. Simple at first, enough to give them a clear idea of how the limbs worked. The team outside the test room watched the sync levels increase as the duo moved briefly, mimicking the images played on the visor. They clapped and patted each other on the shoulder, happy over the results of years of work and dedication.

But it was then that an unknown factor entered the equation. A more devious mind who had his own plans and uploaded a different version of the "Mind Sculpting" program. And when no one was watching, he put his fantasy in motion.

The celebration drowned the sound of his quick tipping. Without no one's knowledge, new images appeared on the visors. Images that weren't supposed to display on that version due to the high risk of a mental breakdown. Images and videos of Zekrom and Solgaleo naked and hard, with their cocks throbbing and dripping on their hands. Close-ups of the joyful expressions. Pre-recorded moans, whines, and begs. And their bodies being ravaged and used by faceless males. All sensations linked to the suit.

The plug not only vibrated faster but also began a thrusting motion that matched with the videos played. The tubes fed them with a thick and sticky substance coming through the dildo. The massage given by the suit changed to mimic several hands fondling them from head to toe. The program had moved without anyone's knowledge to an advanced state, forcing both subjects to live through a series of sexual animations they couldn't handle.

Of course, no one realized that. The subjects continued watching a spiral spinning and flashing. They couldn't see the images pushed into their minds. And already dizzy from the hypnosis, they didn't even try to make sense of anything. The discomfort slowly faded after they embraced the brutal stimulation, changing the groans with moans and squirming violently inside the tight suit, convinced several males were around them, scratching their bellies and biting their nipples.

Yes. With each passing second, the identities of Zekrom and Solgaleo replaced more and more who they once were. Old memories disappeared under the weight of lives fabricated by a computer. And in the middle of that brainwashing, both subjects found an intense pleasure that broke whatever was left of an already ruined sanity.

From the suit came through their cocks, still covered in a pink sheath but with the sensibility increased to 100%. The animations kept on playing. Those deprived acts fueled the lust that had taken control over their bodies. The safe environment planned for the test had been visibly corrupted when both subjects began to jerk off furiously.

The devious smile of that scientist, full of pride in his act, was ignored by the panicked team who only then realized something was off. Ignored during the confusion, he left the room holding a USB with the data gathered for his project, leaving the rest to deal with the damage he had done.

With the pleasure getting stronger, the limitations on the suit came down and both Zekrom and Solgaleo surrendered to their passion, auto-exploring their bodies in desperate need to confirm how real they were and crush any doubt left on their washed brains.

And it was. The squishy suit felt like real skin to them. Warm and sensitive, the subjects perceived the fingers and claws moving softly over it. And with each inch explored, they gained more confidence. The gentle caresses turned into rubs and squeezes, and then into a more aggressive fondle, with the pecs being the main victim. The masks reproduced moans and whines with the new voices, a submissive tone so notorious no one could resist the spell.

Could the masks show a smile, it would be there, for the joy both subjects were experiencing had gone beyond their wildest dreams. The pleasure, the excitement, all those blissful moments defined what would be the rest of their lives, trapped under a new identity.

The hacked program pushed the brainwashing to its limit. The liquid and gas provided through the mask carried an aphrodisiac agent that kept them excited and energized. The dildo thrusted and twisted in a perfect motion to stimulate every sensitive point in the rectum, with a particular focus on the prostate. The sheath registered every pull and squeeze applied by them and sent the stimulus increased to their already sensitive cocks.

It was pure madness. A pleasure so intense and meant to destroy anyone's mind. And yet they continued, both subjects already addicted to that sensation--maybe corrupted beyond repair. But it wasn't a worry for them, whose minds had been conditioned to see and admire pleasure as the most joyful sensation one could ever experience.

It was such a shame the team behind that suit didn't see it the same way. The panic had evolved into despair when all the security protocols ran proved useless to stop the program. They found some comfort after seeing their vitals were still normal, but it was meaningless over the risk of causing irreversible damage to their psyches.

"Sync rates are already beyond 100%!"

"Now the milking protocol is online?! What's going on?"

"Heart rate increase suggests a climax."

"The suit refuses to administrate a sedative!"

And while the team lost their marbles during the chaos, the old lion behind the ambitious project felt a smile of delight growing on his face. Business over progress, he was already seeing all the possible and profitable uses on that little malfunction, aware of the many sick bastards that would pay a fortune for something that was on his future plans anyway.

"Let the program continue and gather all the possible data," he ordered a team oblivious of what he was already doing with his right hand behind the desk.

"B-but sir, it might put the subjects at risk."

"That's what liability waivers are for."

Despite the order coming from the male in command, the team exchanged doubtful looks but obeyed, witnessing the rest of the test continue.

And just as one of them said, the climax came abruptly for both Zekrom and Solgaleo. Deep moans of pleasure signaled the start of it, and their bodies jerked with violence when they shot the first ropes of cum. But instead of the white seed, what came out was a black, thick liquid that fell heavily over the floor. More and more of it came out during a seemingly endless orgasm powered by the suit and the brainwash.

30 seconds later it ended, leaving a mess on the floor before them. The subjects had a moment of respite, brief like a sigh, as the program returned quickly to the original stimulation. Zekron shivered, his sheath tightened around the sensitive cock; Solgaleo almost fell to his knees from the dildo that had started to inflate, applying more pressure over a crushed prostate. And with the masks providing a never-ending supply of aphrodisiacs, they were ready again in a matter of seconds.

From the roof came out a set of Pokeballs. A fine piece of technology, they floated in mid-air in front of them, the dot in the middle blinking in red. Zekrom and Solgaleo, torturing their pecs with the same energy put on their cocks.

"Milking program in course."

Again their orgasms came abruptly, almost two minutes after the first one. But the intensity was the same, and so was the size of their loads. With moans full of vigor they shot another load only for it to be sucked by the Pokeball. And as soon as one ball filled, a new one took its place.

Another dose of aphrodisiac, another orgasm of the same magnitude. And the Pokeballs kept on falling to the ground from the weight of the cum stored in them, leaking some of the black seed even with the tight seal around.

The team had no words. A perfect sync wasn't enough to describe what they were witnessing. The subjects had surpassed expectations and were getting dangerously close to the point of no return, cumming over and over again. Even with no more balls collecting the seed, Zekrom and Solgaleo continued trapped in an infinite climax that had already sealed not only their bodies but their minds too.

"Lock them up, boys. We have all the data and seed we need," the boss said, followed by a deep growl and a jerk from his body reaching climax.

It took some seconds for one of the scientists to wake up. Only one command could overrule the "Mind Sculpting" program--even the hacked version.

The suit forced them to move their hands away. Their cocks still hard were pulled back into the suit, creating a big and noticeable bulge under the goo. To stop them from jerking off, an extra layer of goo covered their crotch, giving it a baggy aspect.

When they managed to move again, they scratched the solidified surface. A new dose of gas killed the libido momentarily, enough for their cocks to shrink to regular size, the moment when the pink sheath turned into a special cage to stop any future erection. After that, a Pokeball-shaped lock appeared on their crotch, fully stopping the stimulation.

"Null crotch activated. Mind Sculpting program has stopped."

"We have control over the suit again. Administrating sedatives immediately."

"Subjects' vitals are stable again. Running a quick check-up."

Licking the cum from his hand, the old lion studied the puppets in the test room. All that vigor and enthusiasm from moments ago had disappeared, and both were standing still, like good drones.

A small red fox approached his desk.

"Boss, Security discovered a malicious program was installed before the test. They believe the test was sabotaged by a competitor.

"A competitor wouldn't risk giving us a treasure like this," the lion said. "Let it pass. Whoever did this saved us weeks of research. Are the subjects ok?"

"We're waiting on the results, but the data gathered suggests there's no permanent damage of any kind. With some therapy, they'll recover their memories."

"No need for that. There's no way they're getting back to their lives after this. And they can do so much for us in their current state."

"B-but boss, what you suggest is illegal..."

The lion, not giving a crap he still had his cock out, stood up and took the scientist by the chin.

"And tell me, who's gonna stop us? As far as I can tell, those individuals had ceased to exist. Inside that room are Zekrom and Solgaleo. And unless you wanna be Lucario on the next test, I suggest you obey. Did I make myself clear?"

Unable to decide what to look at, the fox shivered as he nodded in response.

"Good. Now, prepare everything for the next test. And make sure Security sends us a copy of that program. That's what we'll be using from now on."