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The lights cast the establishment in a low purple glow, partially illuminating the velvet-lined booths that lined the walls. Amidst the clinks of cocktail glasses and the melodic piano keys, a lone lemur had holed himself up at a seat towards the back. He sat hunched over, head darting back and forth at the various patrons as they made their way to and from the bar. Watching. Waiting.[/i]\n\n[i] He hadn’t believed it at first. The sudden disappearances of CPD officers. The increasing presence of that panther Rockjaw and his tiger operatives. To think that he had the capacity to abduct law enforcement officers in the light of day, and then somehow morph them into those soldiers? He didn’t think it was possible.[/i]\n\n[i]At least, until what he had seen in the Modal Mesas. [/i]\n\n[i]Riding back into Focault, he had happened to catch an officer having a conversation with a colossal skunk. He didn’t think much of it: just another greaser thug having a run in with the law. Then he saw the skunk approach the officer. He grabbed hold of him momentarily, pressing him into his chest before suddenly releasing him. With his own eyes, he saw the officer take on a feline form. Easily doubling in size, his uniform was torn to shreds. In its place: the increasingly familiar BDUs of the tiger soldiers. Not least of all, he had seen the panther’s trademark triangle form on his chest before turning to follow the skunk into the nearby warehouse.[/i]\n\n[i]He couldn’t believe what he had seen. He had scrambled in the days following to draft up his eyewitness account. The tigers. The abductions. The increasing military presence in Focault. And at the center of it all, that panther: Ulysses Rockjaw. Truly, this would be the story that blows the lid off of the subtle takeover of Cognizant. All he needed now was a few others to corroborate his story. [/i]\n\n[i] Yet no one seemed to recognize it. Whenever he would bring up what he had witnessed with the local gang members, they all quickly shushed him and turned away. There was an undercurrent of fear and unease whenever the name Rockjaw was uttered. The lemur was starting to grow desperate: if he couldn’t get someone else in the city to back him up, he’d probably just be handwaved as a conspiracy nutter. [/i]\n\n[i] Thankfully, two particular gang members seemed to answer his plea. They were both part of a local biker gang. All pompadours, tight leather jackets, and boots. Stacked high with muscle to spare. They had agreed to be character witnesses on his behalf, themselves having seen an abduction of one of their fellow gang members by the same corps of tigers. They had agreed to meet up with him at a nearby, dscreet lounge, and so here the lemur waited. However excited and anxious the lemur was, he couldn’t help but shake a certain… uneasiness from his mind.[/i]\n\n[i]Could Rockjaw have his own set of informants throughout Cognizant? And if so what would happen to him if he found out about his planned exposé? Would he send the tigers after him? What if-[/i]\n\n[i]“Ay, you’re that lemur that was lookin’ for us, yea?”[/i]\n\n[i]A call from across the lounge drew the lemur from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw the two gangsters that he had agreed to meet with: A fox and a leopard. As they walked up to meet the lemur at the booth, their shadows began to fully eclipse over the low purple lighting, completely shadowing the feline.[/i]\n\n[i]“A-ah, yes! Thank you both for coming…” The lemur coughed, taken aback at the sheer volume of leather-clad muscle before him. Both were dressed in identical leather outfits. Heavy leather boots. Tight leather pants, straining to contain the manhood held underneath. And to top it all off, a low cut leather jacket, cutting a deep V-shape across their chests. [/i]\n\n[i]But there was something else too, Just peaking out on the pectorals… something black, with a glossy sheen about it. A tattoo? An undershirt? Whatever it was… it was quite shiny… and calming… [b]and[/b] [b]deep… [/b][/i]\n\n[i]The lemur’s jaw slackened, a small stream of drool leaking out from the corner of his lip. His arms fell limply to his sides.[/i]\n\n[i]“Oh? It looks like our friend here just caught a glimpse of the mark.” [/i]\n\n[i]The fox chuckled. He shot the leopard a quick grin, smugly looking over the lemur that was now staring listlessly into the ebony void on his chest. The lemur could feel himself solidifying, trapped in his own body. He knew it! He knew that Rockjaw would catch on to him! And he sent these greasers to shut him up. He had to get out of here! Call for help, flee, anything! He can’t just… [b]stay still… [/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]Unflinching… [/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]Complacent…[/b][/i]\n\n[i]“Hehe, sorry ‘bout that, bud. Boss ordered us to clean up after him. Can’t have your story gettin’ around here. Kinda goes against that whole ‘order’ business boss keeps goin’ on about.” The leopard noted. He took hold of one of the lemur’s arms, motioning for the fox to take his other side. With little effort, they hoisted the lemur up from the booth before making their way to the back entrance. The bartender shot a raised eyebrow in their direction, causing the one leopard to lean back and offer a chuckle.[/i]\n\n[i]“Hehe, friend here had a bit too much to drink. Just gonna help him get his mind back in order.”[/i]\n\n[i][b]Order…[/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]ORDER.[/b][/i]\n\n[i]The word rang in the lemur’s head like a million bells. His head was locked tightly in place, sandwiched on either side by the black-stained chests of the greaser thugs. The cool, rippling black marks squished around his skull. Shoved before either eye, the outline of the triangles had implanted upon his vision, pulsing vibrantly as he seemed to drift further and further along a tunnel. And at the end of the tunnel: a singular, commanding figure, arms locked behind his back.[/i]\n\n[i]Rockjaw.[/i]\n\n[i][b]Captain Rockjaw.[/b][/i]\n\n[i]“Disheveled! Disorderly! [b]AT ATTENTION, PRIVATE! STAND UP STRAIGHT!”[/b][/i]\n\n[i]The lemur felt his back straighten, letting out a small pur as the panther looked him over. He could feel his chest swelling up, his muscles tensing as they grew in size. As his muscles expanded over his frame, he could feel a warm, fuzzy feeling creep up soon after. Straining his head to look down, he saw sprouts of orange and black dash across his body in a thin striped pattern.[/i]\n\n[i]Tiger stripes. [b]Uniform, clean.[/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]“We’re gonna shape you up! MOLD YOU! UNDERSTOOD, PRIVATE?!”[/b][/i]\n\n[i]“Suh… Yus… Suh…” The lemur mumbled, his jaw straining to push against the ironclad muscle constituting the greasers’ chest. His eyes had rounded off at the points, his face narrowing out to match the rest of the tigers. As the pattern washed over him, he could feel his shirt give way to the muscle trapped underneath. Tears erupted fur from his chest as the fabric fell to the floor in tatters.[/i]\n\n[i]“Hehe, looks like these things work a charm, shouldn’t be too long now.” The fox teased. He nodded to the leopard. At once, the pair released the lemur’s arms, sending him stumbling out into the dark alley. [/i]\n\n[i]Well, not that he looked much like a lemur anymore. His fine digits had transformed into sizable paws, razor sharp claws digging into the ground as he regained his composure. All the while, the former lemur could see [b]Sir [/b]looking over him. [/i]\n\n[i][b]Sir? Sir… Yes. Sir Rockjaw. His superior officer. He was but a tiger drone, fit to follow his commands like any good subordinate should.[/b][/i]\n\n[i]The triangle pattern continued to pulse in the newly-forged tigers eyes. The transformation seeming complete, the leopard stepped up, holding out a familiar looking piece of headwear. The tiger drone’s cap. Sliding it over the tiger’s head, the leopard took one last look over the tiger.[/i]\n\n[i]“Drone, Atten-shun!”[/i]\n\n[i][b]Another superior officer. Back straight. Salute.[/b][/i]\n\n[i]The tiger clamped his feet together, slinging his arm up in a crisp, tight angle to the brim of his new cap. His new identity relayed through the interior screen.[/i]\n\n[i]“Sir! Tiger Drone 51 reporting for duty, Sir!”[/i]\n\n[i]The leopard chuckled.[/i]\n\n[i]“Very good, private. Now, forward march. You’ll be beginning training with your fellow cats back at the compound. Ready now: Hup-two-three-four!”[/i]\n\n[i]At once, the tiger strode in cadence with the greaser’s chant, following in lockstep behind them to begin his new duty as a loyal soldier in Rockjaw’s Corps..[/i]\n\n\n\n[i]FIN\n_____________________________________________________\n\n[/i][i]Log, Captain Ulysses Rockjaw, November 13th. [/i]\n[i]Location: Focault[/i]\n[i]Infantry pool: 1857.\n\n[/i][i]Conversion has been productive. The Mayor of Focault has expressed interest in my security forces, but there has been pushback. It has come across three different fronts.\n\n1. The FPD has expressed resistance to cooperating with us. Some officers have referred to us as a PMC while others have incorrectly classified us as a gang. Formal complaints have been hidden before they could be filed thanks to the officers on the force who appreciate order. This will be gradually eliminated once we've secured a contract.\n2. The Rockers. Ms. Flitwish and Dr. Bright have been all but mysteriously absent in the event, but Kai Tyde has outright declared war on my forces. I've had scouts examining the other's progress, but my attentions remain fully on these degenerates that are more interested in burning down the whole island instead of any kind of routine. \n[/i]3. [i]Some visitors have taken to reporting while they are at focault. giving reviews of hypnotists, of events in the various locations for the voyeurs that just prefer to watch from afar. But some are investigating my affairs, which complicates things.\n\nA recent journalist was cared for, He'll be assigned to writing a conclusion to his story that will implicate Kai Tyde's Rockers, which will deflect heat on me in time for my meeting with the Mayor.\n\n[/i]\n[i]Duty over independence, End log.[/i]\n___________________________________________________\n\nLooks like Rockjaw has plenty of enemies trying to stop what he's up to. But he's got plenty of plans to keep moving forward.\n\nArtwork by Phantomwinter48, This was one of our earlier pictures completed, and I just love the expressions and the way the tails are used for bondage here. Really well done.\n\nStory by Dripperdropper, another fantastic addition to Rockjaw's overarcing story. Thank you for your time!\n\n[url=https://www.supersurvey.com/poll4455052xC6314D8E-139]VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE MASTERMIND[/url]\n[i] [/i]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "#Hypnovember #ProjectCognizant

Tight
By DripperDropper

    A thin veil of smoke hung overhead in the Prosopagnosia Lounge. The lights cast the establishment in a low purple glow, partially illuminating the velvet-lined booths that lined the walls. Amidst the clinks of cocktail glasses and the melodic piano keys, a lone lemur had holed himself up at a seat towards the back. He sat hunched over, head darting back and forth at the various patrons as they made their way to and from the bar. Watching. Waiting.

    He hadn’t believed it at first. The sudden disappearances of CPD officers. The increasing presence of that panther Rockjaw and his tiger operatives. To think that he had the capacity to abduct law enforcement officers in the light of day, and then somehow morph them into those soldiers? He didn’t think it was possible.

At least, until what he had seen in the Modal Mesas.

Riding back into Focault, he had happened to catch an officer having a conversation with a colossal skunk. He didn’t think much of it: just another greaser thug having a run in with the law. Then he saw the skunk approach the officer. He grabbed hold of him momentarily, pressing him into his chest before suddenly releasing him. With his own eyes, he saw the officer take on a feline form. Easily doubling in size, his uniform was torn to shreds. In its place: the increasingly familiar BDUs of the tiger soldiers. Not least of all, he had seen the panther’s trademark triangle form on his chest before turning to follow the skunk into the nearby warehouse.

He couldn’t believe what he had seen. He had scrambled in the days following to draft up his eyewitness account. The tigers. The abductions. The increasing military presence in Focault. And at the center of it all, that panther: Ulysses Rockjaw. Truly, this would be the story that blows the lid off of the subtle takeover of Cognizant. All he needed now was a few others to corroborate his story.

    Yet no one seemed to recognize it. Whenever he would bring up what he had witnessed with the local gang members, they all quickly shushed him and turned away. There was an undercurrent of fear and unease whenever the name Rockjaw was uttered. The lemur was starting to grow desperate: if he couldn’t get someone else in the city to back him up, he’d probably just be handwaved as a conspiracy nutter.

    Thankfully, two particular gang members seemed to answer his plea. They were both part of a local biker gang. All pompadours, tight leather jackets, and boots. Stacked high with muscle to spare. They had agreed to be character witnesses on his behalf, themselves having seen an abduction of one of their fellow gang members by the same corps of tigers. They had agreed to meet up with him at a nearby, dscreet lounge, and so here the lemur waited. However excited and anxious the lemur was, he couldn’t help but shake a certain… uneasiness from his mind.

Could Rockjaw have his own set of informants throughout Cognizant? And if so what would happen to him if he found out about his planned exposé? Would he send the tigers after him? What if-

“Ay, you’re that lemur that was lookin’ for us, yea?”

A call from across the lounge drew the lemur from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw the two gangsters that he had agreed to meet with: A fox and a leopard. As they walked up to meet the lemur at the booth, their shadows began to fully eclipse over the low purple lighting, completely shadowing the feline.

“A-ah, yes! Thank you both for coming…” The lemur coughed, taken aback at the sheer volume of leather-clad muscle before him. Both were dressed in identical leather outfits. Heavy leather boots. Tight leather pants, straining to contain the manhood held underneath. And to top it all off, a low cut leather jacket, cutting a deep V-shape across their chests.

But there was something else too, Just peaking out on the pectorals… something black, with a glossy sheen about it. A tattoo? An undershirt? Whatever it was… it was quite shiny… and calming… and deep…

The lemur’s jaw slackened, a small stream of drool leaking out from the corner of his lip. His arms fell limply to his sides.

“Oh? It looks like our friend here just caught a glimpse of the mark.”

The fox chuckled. He shot the leopard a quick grin, smugly looking over the lemur that was now staring listlessly into the ebony void on his chest. The lemur could feel himself solidifying, trapped in his own body. He knew it! He knew that Rockjaw would catch on to him! And he sent these greasers to shut him up. He had to get out of here! Call for help, flee, anything! He can’t just… stay still…

Unflinching…

Complacent…

“Hehe, sorry ‘bout that, bud. Boss ordered us to clean up after him. Can’t have your story gettin’ around here. Kinda goes against that whole ‘order’ business boss keeps goin’ on about.” The leopard noted. He took hold of one of the lemur’s arms, motioning for the fox to take his other side. With little effort, they hoisted the lemur up from the booth before making their way to the back entrance. The bartender shot a raised eyebrow in their direction, causing the one leopard to lean back and offer a chuckle.

“Hehe, friend here had a bit too much to drink. Just gonna help him get his mind back in order.”

Order…

ORDER.

The word rang in the lemur’s head like a million bells. His head was locked tightly in place, sandwiched on either side by the black-stained chests of the greaser thugs. The cool, rippling black marks squished around his skull. Shoved before either eye, the outline of the triangles had implanted upon his vision, pulsing vibrantly as he seemed to drift further and further along a tunnel. And at the end of the tunnel: a singular, commanding figure, arms locked behind his back.

Rockjaw.

Captain Rockjaw.

“Disheveled! Disorderly! AT ATTENTION, PRIVATE! STAND UP STRAIGHT!”

The lemur felt his back straighten, letting out a small pur as the panther looked him over. He could feel his chest swelling up, his muscles tensing as they grew in size. As his muscles expanded over his frame, he could feel a warm, fuzzy feeling creep up soon after. Straining his head to look down, he saw sprouts of orange and black dash across his body in a thin striped pattern.

Tiger stripes. Uniform, clean.

“We’re gonna shape you up! MOLD YOU! UNDERSTOOD, PRIVATE?!”

“Suh… Yus… Suh…” The lemur mumbled, his jaw straining to push against the ironclad muscle constituting the greasers’ chest. His eyes had rounded off at the points, his face narrowing out to match the rest of the tigers. As the pattern washed over him, he could feel his shirt give way to the muscle trapped underneath. Tears erupted fur from his chest as the fabric fell to the floor in tatters.

“Hehe, looks like these things work a charm, shouldn’t be too long now.” The fox teased. He nodded to the leopard. At once, the pair released the lemur’s arms, sending him stumbling out into the dark alley.

Well, not that he looked much like a lemur anymore. His fine digits had transformed into sizable paws, razor sharp claws digging into the ground as he regained his composure. All the while, the former lemur could see Sir looking over him.

Sir? Sir… Yes. Sir Rockjaw. His superior officer. He was but a tiger drone, fit to follow his commands like any good subordinate should.

The triangle pattern continued to pulse in the newly-forged tigers eyes. The transformation seeming complete, the leopard stepped up, holding out a familiar looking piece of headwear. The tiger drone’s cap. Sliding it over the tiger’s head, the leopard took one last look over the tiger.

“Drone, Atten-shun!”

Another superior officer. Back straight. Salute.

The tiger clamped his feet together, slinging his arm up in a crisp, tight angle to the brim of his new cap. His new identity relayed through the interior screen.

“Sir! Tiger Drone 51 reporting for duty, Sir!”

The leopard chuckled.

“Very good, private. Now, forward march. You’ll be beginning training with your fellow cats back at the compound. Ready now: Hup-two-three-four!”

At once, the tiger strode in cadence with the greaser’s chant, following in lockstep behind them to begin his new duty as a loyal soldier in Rockjaw’s Corps..



FIN
_____________________________________________________

Log, Captain Ulysses Rockjaw, November 13th.
Location: Focault
Infantry pool: 1857.

Conversion has been productive. The Mayor of Focault has expressed interest in my security forces, but there has been pushback. It has come across three different fronts.

1. The FPD has expressed resistance to cooperating with us. Some officers have referred to us as a PMC while others have incorrectly classified us as a gang. Formal complaints have been hidden before they could be filed thanks to the officers on the force who appreciate order. This will be gradually eliminated once we've secured a contract.
2. The Rockers. Ms. Flitwish and Dr. Bright have been all but mysteriously absent in the event, but Kai Tyde has outright declared war on my forces. I've had scouts examining the other's progress, but my attentions remain fully on these degenerates that are more interested in burning down the whole island instead of any kind of routine.
3. Some visitors have taken to reporting while they are at focault. giving reviews of hypnotists, of events in the various locations for the voyeurs that just prefer to watch from afar. But some are investigating my affairs, which complicates things.

A recent journalist was cared for, He'll be assigned to writing a conclusion to his story that will implicate Kai Tyde's Rockers, which will deflect heat on me in time for my meeting with the Mayor.


Duty over independence, End log.
___________________________________________________

Looks like Rockjaw has plenty of enemies trying to stop what he's up to. But he's got plenty of plans to keep moving forward.

Artwork by Phantomwinter48, This was one of our earlier pictures completed, and I just love the expressions and the way the tails are used for bondage here. Really well done.

Story by Dripperdropper, another fantastic addition to Rockjaw's overarcing story. Thank you for your time!

VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE MASTERMIND
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