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Proton closed his eyes in frustration as listened to the constant chatter of his fellow Rocket Executives prattle on and on, as usually happened when the four of them got together in the same room, usually to scream at one of them for one failure or another. The last time they all met, he was on the receiving end of a verbal assault.

This time, it was the man sitting next to him that was on the receiving end of the chastising and screaming from the other two executives.

“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT!?” the only female executive, Arianna, screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes wide as he usually perfectly well-kept hair fell into a complete mess “WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO TELL THAT BRAT THE PASSWORD!?”

“B-Because I thought it wouldn’t help them!” Petrel defended himself, holding up his hands to try and calm Arianna down “It was locked to my voice!”

“And you also own a Murkrow that you taught to imitate voices” Proton muttered, finally opening his eyes and looking at Petrel with a raised eyebrow “Who was in the room with you.”

“Y-Yeah b-but-”

“And discounting that” came a voice from the fourth member of the little quartet, Archer. The man was sitting across from them with his arms crossed in what Proton found to be a really sad attempt at imitating their boss Giovanni.

Former boss, he mentally reminded himself as he saw Petrel go white as Archer kept speaking

“They wouldn’t even have needed that. I told you that Voice ID wasn’t reliable before you went in there” Archer said “That brat could have just as easily tried imitating your voice until the thing accepted it.”

“Fuck, really?” Proton asked, looking at Archer “Wow, guess we cheaped out on that front, didn’t we?”

“It isn’t exactly easy to get money Proton” Arianna hissed at him, finally taking a step back and going back to her seat “You’d know that better than all of us, given your failed attempt at selling Slowpoke tails”

“Hey you can’t pin that shit on me!” he said, sitting up and pointing at her “That was your idea, not mine. I told you that no one would buy a Slowpoke tail in that town at the ridiculous price you set up, but you didn’t listen to me. I’m just amazed it was one trainer who ended up catching us and not the damn cops given how blatant your idea of selling illicit goods was!”

“Oh and what would you have done instead?” she asked, raising an eyebrow

“Oh I don’t know, I would have sold them somewhere you can’t get Slowpoke tails by reaching into the fucking well at the center of town?” he asked sarcastically “Ya know, just a fucking thought?”

“Enough!” Archer said, glaring at them both “We’re not going to get anywhere if we bicker like children arguing over who gets a Pokemon first!”

“On that, we can agree” Proton grumbled as he leaned forwards “So then….what’s our next plan?”

“We’re running out of resources,” Archer said, a look of frustration clear on his face “With the loss of the Mahagony HQ, we’re spread thinner than we were before…. I don’t think we’ll be able to keep hold of this facility with the personnel we have left….”

Proton perked up a little at hearing that. Specifically at hearing how Archer said it. It was subtle, but the green-haired executive picked up on it.

Archer was starting to get scared. He was scared they wouldn’t succeed.

“Well, then what do we do?” Ariana asked, crossing her arms and looking at Archer

“Without the boss and his resources, our options are limited…” the other executive said in response, shaking his head.

Oh here we go again, sucking up to the guy who left us high and dry three years ago Proton thought, rolling his eyes. The other executives were obsessed with getting back the old fart who’d left them after getting his ass kicked at a Gym Battle, which was supposed to be his job.

We’d be better off without him dragging us down Proton thought as he looked between his fellow executives If we weren’t spending every single resource we have to spare to track the bastard down, we’d be able to do so much more…. And now they're even more desperate to get him back…. He blinked at that last thought, a small smile forming on his face Desperation might be just what I’ve been waiting for…

“So what’s the plan then?” Petrel asked, finally speaking up now that the attention had been drawn away from his colossal screw-up.

“We need to get in contact with the boss. We don’t have a choice at this point…” Archer said with a sigh “We’re going to have to hijack the Goldenrod Radio station…”

“Woah woah” Proton put his hands up, looking at Archer with shock Ok, he’s more desperate than I thought

“What?”

“You do realize just how risky that is, right?” Proton asked, leaning forwards again “Like… if we don’t succeed, we’re done for. There’s no chance of all of us going back into hiding after a big strike like that”

“I know, but we’re running out of options!” Archer said “We lost far too many grunts! If we wait longer, we might not have enough to hit the Tower soon!”

“Well…. There is another option” Proton said, leaning back a little and grinning at Archer “We could dust off my old project proposal…”

“What, that idea the boss shot down instantly?” Ariana asked with an incredulous look on her face “You can’t be serious”

“I am,” Proton said, giving her a glare “Let’s not forget. The boss isn’t here. Meaning, we can’t afford to make a big hit without a backup plan. And that’s exactly what I’m proposing. You three go ahead and hit the Radio Tower while I go and enact my special project in a smaller facility.”

“You heard Archer, we’re running out of grunts. And you want to split up what we’ve got left?” Petrel asked

“I don’t need grunts for this” Proton said calmly “I need two or three technicians and that’s it. I’m pretty sure you can spare that, given most of the Radio Tower’s personnel are gonna be there, and would be easily convinced to help out,” he said, looking at Archer again “And if the plan does succeed and you contact the boss, then no problem. Just let me know via radio and I’ll stop my program then and there, no questions asked.” he looked at Archer with a raised eyebrow.

The other executive was clearly deep in thought, trying to weigh the possibilities and dangers of Proton’s proposal.

For all your flaws Archer, you’re good at running numbers in your head Proton thought as he waited for a response.

After a minute that felt closer to an hour, Archer finally opened his mouth and answered.

“Alright fine. Take a few technicians with you and go get it done, though I have one condition” Archer said, ignoring the shocked exclamations of Ariana and Petrel

“And what would that be?” Proton asked with a smirk

“Try and make your first subject be bastard giving us such a hard time”

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“Here are your Pokemon,” the nurse said with a smile as she handed the black-haired young man his pokeballs “Thank you for using our Pokemon Center. We hope to see you again!”

“Thank you, Nurse,” Ethan said with a friendly smile as he picked up his team and started putting them back on his belt, walking away from the counter so the next person in line could use the services. “Right so…where to next?”

The 19-year-old trainer pulled out his Badge Case, cracking it open and taking a look at precisely what he was missing.

“Right…. Got the Glacier Badge…. That just leaves one more” he said with a grin as he closed it “Almost there. Just got one more gym and it's off the League!” he grinned as he stepped through the door, the wind hitting his face and almost blowing his hat off.

The past year had been quite interesting for Ethan. Ever since he left New Bark Town to challenge the League, he’d have run in with thieves, had to go through caverns, explored ancient ruins, and most recently, got dragged along to raid a massive underground base run by a major crime syndicate. He shook his head and grinned as he remembered that particular incident from a few weeks ago, getting dragged along by Lance, the current Champion of the Indigo Plateau, who practically blew a hole in the side of the store that Team Rocket had been using as a cover for their operations around the Lake of Rage.

He dug through his bag as he walked, pulling out the small red candy bar he had gotten from the store before Lance’s Dragonite had torn a massive hole in the wall.

“Lance really needs to keep that Dragon of his under control” he chuckled as he took a bite of the candy “I’d hate to see what it does if it gets its hands on a person instead of just a vending machine”

As he chewed on the candy bar, he pulled out his Map from his bag and opened it up. It took a quick second for the screen to light up and show him his exact location in the Johto Region. He kept on walking as he looked at it, trying to find the most optimal route to his next destination.

“I’d rather not have to head into the caves again…” Ethan mumbled as he took another bite “If I never see another Zubat, I’ll die happy…. Hmm.” He didn’t look up from the map as he kept walking, the dirt of Route 44 crunching beneath his sneakers as he moved, avoiding the patches of tall grass almost by instinct, having grown used to doing so on his travels across the region. The sound of crunching dirt was replaced with the sound of wood as he kept walking, crossing the small bridge. He let out a sigh and closed the map, shaking his head slightly “Looks like the cavern is the only option to get to Blackthorn. Guess I’m going to have to deal with more Zubats…” he said as he shoved the map back into his backpack and digging a bit through, still not really looking where he was going. Until he smacked into someone, stumbling backward and falling flat on his ass. “Shit I’m so-” the words died in Ethan’s voice as he looked up to see who he ran into, his eyes going wide as they settled on the bright red R on his chest.

“Well, this was a hell of a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Proton said with a smirk as he looked down at the young man “Here I thought I’d have to ambush you as you came out of the bathroom or something”

“Team Rocket!” Ethan said as he got to his feet, pulling one of his Poke-Balls from his belt

“Congratulations, you have object permanence,” the Executive said with a chuckle and a grin, getting a glare in return from Ethan.

“What, you want to get your ass kicked again?” Ethan asked with a growl “Guess you didn’t get enough from Lance and me”

“Pfft, please you think that’s enough to stop us?” Proton said with a smirk “Congratulations, you shut down one generator! Well done!” Ethan growled at the flippant attitude of the Rocket Executive, the grip on his Pokeball tightening until his fingers turned white. “Team Rocket is massive! You really think that’s all we have?”

“If you're so big, why are so damn desperate for your old boss to come back!?” Ethan spat out in retort, expecting Proton to get angry or at the very least annoyed. The last thing he expected was what actually happened.

The Executive began to laugh.

“W-What’s so damn funny?” Ethan asked, a bit taken aback by the reaction

“You think that’s what we all want?” Proton asked, wiping a tear from his eye “That we all just want to close our eyes and wish to go back to the good ol’ days when Giovanni was around to boss us around and keep going with the same old racket over and over?”

“Um…Yes?”

“Well, that’s not how things work,” Proton said with a smirk, putting his hands into his pockets “See, some of us are stuck in the past like that. But not me” the executive grinned, a rather unhinged looking grin that caused Ethan to take a step back out of reflex.

“W-What are you talking about?” Ethan said, getting ready to throw out his Pokeball as soon as he needed to

“Oh, it's very simple. Those old schemes that Giovanni tried? They clearly don’t work anymore. The world’s changing and frankly, it's about time we change along with it. And I’ve got just the way to do it” Proton gave Ethan a nasty smirk that sent shivers down the spine of the 19-year-old trainer “and you are going to help me do it”

“Help you?” Ethan said, letting out a nervous laugh “Oh that’s a really good idea you’ve got there.” he raised the arm with the Pokeball “Let me show you just how much I’m going to ‘help’ you idio-” The words died midsentence as he felt something prick his neck.

“Oh, you’ll help me plenty,” Proton said, one of his hands-free of his pockets. As Ethan looked at Proton, everything began to go fuzzy.

“W-What did you…” he mumbled out, his words sounding slurred. Each letter was a struggle as his tongue felt extremely heavy. He reached up to where he felt the pricking and felt something sticking out of his skin. He grabbed it and pulled it free, wincing a little at the small jab of pain that flowed through him, followed by another wave of lethargy as everything became even fuzzier. He looked down and saw a dart, with a bright red R stamped on it.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Proton said as he walked up to Ethan and took the dart from his now numb fingers “You’ll just be taking a very very deep nap.”

“W-Why……….are……..” Ethan mumbled, each word a struggle to say as his eyes began to flutter, the world now nothing but a fuzzy mess of colors, his eyelids feeling like they were made out of lead.

“Shhhh” Proton said with a smirk as he plucked the Pokeball from Ethan’s now limp hand “Don’t you worry. I’ll explain everything as soon as you wake up”

With that, Proton gave Ethan a light shove. The young man couldn’t even stumble as he fell backward, his eyes closing before he hit the floor. And the moment he closed his eyes he fell into a deep deep sleep.

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Ethan groaned as he opened his eyes, everything around him being a blurry mess of colors and bright lights that hurt his eyes. He groaned and covered his eyes with his arm, which gave him a small bit of relief as his eyes re-adjusted to being in the waking world.

“Ah good!” crackled the voice of Proton from some unseen speaker “You're awake!”

“W-What the hell did you hit me with” Ethan grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to adjust faster.

“Oh nothing too bad, stop your whining” Proton’s voice crackled through again “Just a little concoction we made to deal with rowdy Pokemon. Turns out it works perfectly well on humans as well!”

Ethan growled as he blinked the spots out of his eyes “W-Where did you…”

“Oh you’re in one of my personal hideouts,” Proton said, in such a smug tone Ethan could see the smile on his face despite it being just his voice “I have a few littered around the region.”

“Well prepared aren’t you?” Ethan grumbled as he rubbed his eyes again and finally got a good look at his surroundings.

He was inside of a small, metal room. It just had a cot hanging off the wall, a sink, and a big metal door opposite the bed where he was sitting. The wall was made up of metal panels all over, with a bright red R on the wall behind the bed, though there was also a smaller R right above the typical Team Rocket logo. Cold, harsh industrial lights were installed right above him, with no switch visible for him to control them either.

“Pays to be prepared yes,” Proton said smugly “Especially given what I’m planning. The rebirth of an organization like Team Rocket requires a lot of redundancies”

“What, afraid you're partners won’t like it?”

“Yes,” Proton said calmly “Took a lot of convincing, a bit of desperation, to get them to agree to this project. And even then, those idiots have no idea of my real ambitions. They are too attached to the version of this organization that our former boss made. A version that died once and will die again if we recreate it!”

Ethan’s eyes traveled across the cell’s walls as he kept hearing Proton rant, trying to find any way out. But he couldn’t see anything. No air duct he could squeeze out, nothing he could use to pry the door open, and as he expected his Pokemon weren’t on his belt anymore. He shook his head a little but he didn’t dwell on it. Proton probably took them before he threw him in here.

“Right so, you’ve got me. What’s next?” Ethan said, crossing his arms as he stood in the middle of the cell “Blackmail? Offer me tons of money? Easy access to powerful Pokemon?”

“Oh no,” Proton said, again sounding smug enough that Ethan could picture the smirk on the guy’s face “That’s what the Team Rocket I’m trying to get rid of would do.”

“Then what exactly is your plan to get me to ‘help you’ exactly?” Ethan said, rolling his eyes “Keep me locked in here until I crack out of sheer boredom and join you for the novelty of it?”

“HA!” Proton chuckled through the speakers, so loud it made it crackle a bit “Oh you’ve got a mouth, don’t ya? Heh, don’t worry. My method is a lot faster than that. And a hell of a lot more effective too.”

“Sure. Let me guess, you're gonna threaten to sell my Pokemon unless I join up?” Ethan asked

“Oh no,” Proton said in an excited tone “See, that’s part of what I’m aiming to solve here”

“W-Wait, what?” the captive trainer asked, tilting his head in confusion at the statement.

“See, when grunts have their own Pokemon Teams, they care about those teams more than the actual mission or doing as they're told,” Proton explained

“And what is your solution to that?” Ethan asked with a raised eyebrow

“Simple,” Proton said as Ethan heard the sound of machinery whirring all around him. Before he could even react, four metal arms shot out of the walls and grabbed him by the arms and legs, lifting him upwards so he was suspended in mid-air.

“H-Hey!” the trainer shouted, struggling to break free

“We’ll just make it so you don’t need Pokemon by making you one. Or at least, something very similar to one!” Proton shouted over the whirring of the machines holding Ethan in place.

“W-WHAT?!” Ethan shouted as more arms popped out of the wall behind him and moved closer to him. He felt a cold chill run through his body as he felt the metal of one of the claws touch his neck. A split second later his jacket and shirt were ripped clean off his body, tossed aside like they were nothing, with the arms moving downwards to his shorts. “H-HEY! W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

“Getting rid of unnecessary items” Proton’s voice came through the intercom “Now, the research in front of me says it’s perfectly safe to do the procedure with the clothes on…. But I say why risk it?”

“W-What are you talking about!?” Ethan shouted, shivering as he was the cold air of the cell hit his now bare chest as the arms moved down to his shorts. His face went bright red as his pants and underwear were torn clean off his body and thrown to the floor. The arms then moved down to his sneakers

“Heh, not all that impressive down there, are you?” Proton snarked, making the 19-year-old blush even more.

“S-Shut up!” he shouted over the whirring of the arms, as they collected the torn remains of his clothing and removed them. He was still, however, being suspended in mid-air.

“Oh well, not like it matters all that much,” the Rocket Executive said through the intercom “It’s not like you’ll be able to use it after we’re done”

“After we’re-” Ethan’s words died in his throat as he saw two slots open up in front of him, and out came what looked like two large metal pipes. He blinked and looked at them closely, seeing that they were dripping some kind of shiny, thick black liquid out onto the floor. A rather loud clanking sound rang out all around him, and the pipes began to pour the liquid into the room. The stench of rubber flooded his nostrils, making him gag a little and shake his head as more of the liquid poured out, slowly filling up the cell’s floor.

“W-What is that?” he said, gagging a little at the smell of latex flooding his nose.

“That” Proton’s voice came through the intercom again “Is the future of Team Rocket. Or it will be very soon”

“What, a giant puddle of rubber?” Ethan asked, blinking as he heard another THUNK. He looked up to see that one of the pipes wasn’t just pouring out the black rubber anymore, but now was releasing a liquid that was a weird mix of bright blue and yellow. Whatever it was, it seemed to dissolve into the rubber that was pooling at the bottom of the cell, which had filled up quite a bit.

“There we go, I believe that’s enough,” Proton said, the flow of rubber stopping a second later. “We are only doing one person right now”

“What are you talking about?” Ethan asked, gulping a little as he glanced down at the rubber.

“Oh you’ll see soon enough,” Proton said, the smirk on his face once again obvious given how he was speaking “So long, twerp.”

“W-Wait!” Ethan shouted, but it was for naught. As soon as Proton’s voice cut off, the hands holding him released their grasp and he fell down into the rubber.

“GAAAAAAAH!” he screamed as he fell face-first into the black goop, a loud SQUELCH ringing out through the entire room. Ethan barely had time to shut his eyes before he was submerged completely in the black goop.

As soon as he was submerged, he almost gasped in shock at the sensations flowing all over his body. Every part of his bare skin was activated by the goop wrapping itself around it. But instead of pain or burning, he felt pure unadulterated pleasure run through every single one of his nerves.

Every small twitch, every micromovement sent waves of arousal through Ethan’s body and down to the piece hanging between his legs, which was now rock hard and twitching in the rubber. And those twitches made him feel even more and more arousal.

Ethan moved his arms around blindly, biting his tongue to keep himself from moaning and letting the rubber flow into his mouth. W-Where…..floor……. He thought, spikes of arousal making it hard to think coherently. He kept moving his arms through the liquid rubber, which felt like trying to swim through syrup. The liquid was heavy and thick, making it almost impossible to move and sapping the energy from his body.

He did not sink. His body was suspended in the thick black gel like a fish in the ocean but with far less mobility. He couldn’t even touch the bottom of the room, his arms just moved blindly through the black liquid, each small motion sending more and more pleasure through his entire body. He didn’t even know if there was a bottom to this room anymore, as the rubber seemed to become an ocean.

Fuck… why is this so hot?! he complained in his mind, still biting his tongue, but his lungs were nearly ready to give. He needed air, and fast. He tried desperately to look for some way to the surface, for any sign of oxygen, but it was impossible to see in this shifting darkness. He couldn’t even break to the surface by lifting his arms up and every second he spent made it harder to keep his mouth closed. He flailed like a fool, unable to make progress, expending valuable energy in a vain attempt to get anywhere. He was thoroughly stuck, like a bug in tar. The combination of lack of air and the spikes of arousal made him want to gasp more and more every second until finally, he couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Gyah!” he gasped, or more accurately gurgled, opening his mouth to breathe in something, anything. His face was nearly blue from the lack of oxygen, his lungs desperate for some kind of respite. No air filled his bowels, however, as a flood of liquid rubber rushed into his mouth as if it had been waiting for him to open his mouth. He gagged as it flowed into his throat, down his trachea and esophagus, coating every part of the inside of his body. The air sacks of his lungs were filled with rubber, as was the interior of his stomach. He took another breath and suddenly, he could breathe with no issue. No more rubber was flowing into his mouth, but instead, he felt his skin light up with even more pleasure as the rubber began to coat his entire body.

He could barely think as the pleasure increased exponentially. As the rubber coated his skin, filling every pore and orifice in the boy’s body, his libido went into hyperdrive, stimulated on all fronts, assaulted by the amorphous blob he had fallen into.

He gasped as he felt something pull itself out right above his ass. He wiggled his fingers and toes trying to get any feeling that wasn’t pure pleasure, but they felt different than they had a few minutes ago. They felt….fatter, a bit stubbier, and more rounded. The same weird sensation ran up his entire body as the rubber kept attaching to his skin. He tried wiggling his toes, and they too felt different. Stubbier, rounder, as they brushed against each other. However, what worried him the most wasn’t the form, but the quantity.

He only had four fingers and toes now, instead of the five he had just a minute ago. His eyes went wide and he redoubled his efforts to try and get out of the rubber, to break the surface from the rubber. One thing he noticed was that now, he was able to touch the floor with the tip of his foot. The amount of rubber in the room had been reduced. T-The rubber went into me… he realized as he kept trying to get out. The weird sensations began to run again, this time around his head as his ears began to feel different. Rubber clogged his ear canals, but at the same time, he could still hear. He reached up to his head, feeling where his ears were supposed to be, but instead, he felt smoothness, not even his own hair. He reached further up and could feel something resembling ears, but not human ears, they were much larger, and rounder and he could hear things a bit better now. He could hear the dripping of the rubber from the tubes above him despite being submerged. He felt one more instance of the weird sensations, this time around his face and nose as they began to pull outwards slightly. Out of curiosity, he ran his now rubbery tongue over his teeth, wincing a little as he was met with a pair of small fangs poking outwards.

Woah woah woah woah… what the hell is going on?! he panicked, his new ears twitching as he heard the claws that had grabbed him earlier moving again. He gasped as he felt them grab him and yank him out of the rubbery pool, a loud SQUELCH ringing out as he was finally free of it, once again being held mid-air, in plain view of the camera connecting him to wherever Proton was

“Well well, looks like you took to phase one quite well.” Proton said, admiring his prisoner’s new physique, “I must say, I’ve always been fond of Shinx.”

“Shinx!?” Ethan cried out, before gasping, his eyes going wide. His voice sounded different than it did before. It was a bit higher pitched than before, with a weird growl mixed in. He sounded nothing like he did before. His eyes traveled across the metal walls, and his eyes went even wider as he got a good look at his own reflection.

He was a shiny, anthro Shinx, his new tail hanging loosely between his legs. His head was now a bright golden yellow rubber, with the top of it styled to resemble the fur on a Shinx’s head. His eyes were now a dark orange, just like the bands around his wrists. From the waist down he was pitch black, which shimmered a little in the light of the room. He felt his face burn as he saw that between his legs was a big, twitching bulge with a dark orange padlock painted on it. He could feel his dick fighting to break out of the bulge, sending waves of pleasure and torment throughout his body, but the bulge wouldn’t budge.

“What have you done to me?!” Ethan yelled, “Turn me back now!”

“Oh I’m sorry but I’m afraid that’s not possible now.” Proton smirked, “That rubber is fused to your body at the molecular level. It’s not coming off anytime soon. Think of it as your new skin.”

“W-Why did you do this!?” he said, trying to wrestle his way free of the arms out of reflex.

“Like I said, Team Rocket needs a new start.” Proton’s voice said through the speakers as Ethan saw the rubber beneath him begin to drain away, “And you’re going to be the vanguard of that transformation! The first of Team Rubber Rocket!”

“Like hell I’m gonna join your stupid team!” Ethan shouted, feeling weird energy flowing through him as he struggled. He felt a spark shoot out of his ears and into the arms, making him gasp and lose concentration “H-How!?”

“Did you think I’d just stick you in a suit? Did you really think I’d put you through all this just to get grunts in rubber suits?” Proton’s voice came through the speaker again as the rubber kept draining, he chuckled, “I may be a sadist, but I’m not wasteful. What do you take me for? Rube Goldberg?”

“Get on with it, you prick,” Ethan growled as he rolled his eyes.

“Anyway,” Proton moved on, clearly irked, “See that stuff is actually a special breed of non-autonomous, unconscious Ditto combined with heaping amounts of rubber and some traces of DNA from the Pokemon it's themed on. You are, in essence, a Shinx who just happens to have rubbery fur and stands on two legs, and that comes with a neat bonus of being able to use moves”

The door hissed open as soon as all the rubber was drained and Proton stepped inside the room, grinning up at Ethan “Now we don’t need to waste time stealing and raising Pokemon. Why would we, when the grunts themselves are the Pokemon!”

“You’re fucking crazy…..” Ethan mumbled, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. He channeled the anger he had felt before and he felt his body start to spark again. He let out a shout as he let the electricity flow out and into the arms.

“Oh please, you think I’m stupid enough to not insulate the arms designed to hold electric types?” Proton said with a dark chuckle “Heh, looks you are about as dumb as a grunt already. Guess phase 2 won’t have to do too much” he snapped his fingers, and a large dome lowered from the ceiling. Ethan looked up as it seemed to grow around his head, enclosing it inside of a metal sphere, isolating him from the rest of the world. As soon as it was in place, the arms lowered him to the floor and released him, letting him fall onto his knees.

“Let me out!” he growled, “Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work!”

“I highly doubt that.” Proton scoffed, looking up as the machine whirred to life. The interior of the dark dome illuminated all at once, momentarily dazing the young rubber anthro Pokemon. The stun did more than blind him, as the confusion gave ample time for a subliminal message to begin pumping into the dome. The blinding light transitioned to a multicolored spiral, and despite how much he didn’t want to, he found himself staring into it. He couldn’t close his eyes for more than a second.

“I-Is this your plan?” he asked, his voice echoing in the small sphere surrounding his head “J-Just a spiral?”

There was no answer, the sound probably hadn’t even gotten through the ball. Right at that moment though, he felt something worm its way into his now large ears. He heard a bit of crackling as a voice began to speak to him.

Repeat: I am a Team Rocket Grunt

“W-What?” he said, out of sheer confusion at the sudden voice and what it said to do.

Repeat: I am a Team Rocket Grunt

“Go to hell!” he shouted, wincing a little at the echoes hitting his ears

Warning. Failure to repeat will result in punishment

“Oh up yours” Ethan mumbled, reaching up to try and pry the thing off his head “You already turned me into a rubber Pokemon, I doubt that you can do worse to me than tha-GYAAAAH!” he shouted as he felt the bulge between his legs grow tighter as if someone was stepping on it.

Punishment Level 1 has been applied the voice said in the same monotone voice from before Comply with instructions or the level will be raised to 2

“U-Up yours” Ethan gasped “I-I’m not joining Team Rock-EEETAGH!” he gasped as the bulge felt even tighter as if someone was stomping on it.

Comply or punishment will increase to level 3

“A-Alright! Alright fine!” he gasped “I-I am a Team Rocket Grunt!” the moment the last word left his mouth, he felt the pressure on the bulge lessen back to where it had been before.

Returning to level 1. Comply further for reward. Do not, and punishment will be increased to level 3. Repeat I am a Team Rocket Grunt five times

“W-Wha?” he mumbled, his brain a haze

Repeat or punishment will be enacted

“Gah! Alright!” he said, his eyes wide “I am a Team Rocket Grunt! I am a Team Rocket Grunt! I am a Team Rocket Grunt! I am a Team Rocket Grunt! I am a Team Rocket Grunt!” he said rapidly, and as soon as he finished he felt a rush of pure bliss and arousal run through his entire body. His arms dropped to his sides as the pleasure ran through his system, right into his brain, clouding it with pure pleasure, unlike anything he had ever felt before in his entire life. It lasted for barely a minute, but it was the greatest minute of his life and as it faded, some of the fog that had crept its way into his brain seemed to stay behind.

Well done, Grunt the voice said. The Shinx blinked as he felt around him, his memory suddenly spotty about what exactly was going on.

“Um, thank you?” he said, slowly and a bit confused. He remembered he had to…..get out for some reason, but the reason escaped him, fogged up beyond any chance of remembering by the pure bliss he had felt a second ago.

Beginning exercise 2 the voice said, snapping him out of his thoughts Comply and be rewarded. Fail to and punishment level 2 will be enacted. His ears perked up at the word ‘reward’. He knew he had to get out of…wherever he was. But surely one more reward couldn’t hurt, right? It had felt so good, there was no way one more could be that bad for him.

“Y-Yeah” he mumbled, nodding “One more then I’ll…go,” he said

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Two Hours Later

“I serve Team Rocket. My purpose is to serve Team Rocket! I am obedient to Team Rocket! Obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience!” Shinx said with a big stupid grin, moaning and shivering as he felt another reward course through his system, every single one of his nerves lighting up with arousal and pleasure.

He was grateful for the weird voice, for some reason, his memory had been shot full of holes and fog. The training helped him keep things straight.

State your name and rank the voice said.

“I’m Shinx!” he said with a dumb smile and a moan “I’m a Grunt of Team Rubber Rocket!” he moaned as he felt another reward course through him, this one much smaller than the last one.

What is your purpose?

“To aid Team Rubber Rocket in taking over the Kanto Region’s criminal underworld!” he said with a proud grin and moan.

Who do you obey?

“I obey Master Proton without question or hesitation!” Shinx said, moaning again, though this time there wasn’t a reward pumped through him. Obeying orders just felt good to him now thanks to his conditioning.

Have you ever been anything other than a Shinx?

“No! I’ve always been a Rubber Shinx!” he said with conviction. Any memory of being a Pokemon Trainer named Ethan was long gone, buried beneath a mountain of fog and conditioning.

What is pleasure?

“Pleasure is obedience! Obedience is pleasure!” he said in response. The voice didn’t say anything else. Instead, he felt a weird sensation as something was pulled out of his ears and a loud HISS rang out around him. The ball around his head came undone and thunked to the floor.

Shinx blinked and slowly stood up, his legs a bit wobbly after sitting on the floor for two hours.

“Grunt, report” came a voice from behind him. Turning around, a stupid grin appeared on Shinx’s face as he snapped into a salute.

“Rubber Rocket Grunt Shinx reporting for duty, Master Proton!” he said with a grin. His master walked closer to him and smirked, rubbing his fingers over Shinx’s rubbery fur, making the rubber Pokemon moan and shiver.

“Well, you’re looking great,” Proton said with a smirk, making Shinx moan again at the compliment from his master “Get into uniform and report to the door. We have work to do”

“Yes sir!” Shinx said, nodding before breaking the salute and heading toward the small cot in the corner of the room. Sitting on top of it was a black shirt with two red Rs, a pair of pants, and a hat, with the same two Rs as the shirt.

He quickly slipped them on and looked at his reflection on the metal wall, grinning as he gave himself a quick once over. His rubbery, yellow fur shimmered in the light as he adjusted his hat, making it fit snuggly between the tips of his ears. He bared his fangs and let some blue lightning course out onto his hands, which he smacked together, the sound of a small thunderclap ringing out. Giving himself one last grin, Shinx headed to the door and stood at attention, his master waiting for him right outside the door.

“Heh, perfect,” Proton said with a grin “Now Shinx, I have an important job for you.”

“Whatever you need me to do sir!” he said with a grin, his bulge twitching at the idea of following his master’s orders.

“See your job is quite simple,” Proton said “You're going on a…..recruitment drive so to speak”

“Recruitment drive?” Shinx asked, tilting his head in confusion. Proton just let out a chuckle and handed Shinx two things. One of them was a map and the other was a tranquilizer gun.

“Yes. Go to the spot I marked on the map” he tapped it “And nab any trainer stupid enough to walk through that area. There’s a small Team Rocket hideout there with a team ready to…..induct them into the team.”

“Sir yes sir!” Shinx said, grabbing the two items and hooking them onto his belt. “What about their things sir?”

“Take their Pokemon along into the facility,” Proton said with a smile “We could always use more….samples. As for everything else? Smash it. It's useless to a grunt like you”

“Understood sir!” Shinx said with a grin. Without another word, the rubber Pokemon took walked off towards the elevator at the other end of the Facility, ready to do as his Master ordered him to.

After all, obedience was pleasure. And he was a good, obedient Rubber Rocket Grunt, just like he’d always been.