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","writing":"Porky prided himself on two things, and on most days, two things alone. The first had been easy enough to stitch together- all things considered. He sat comfortably at his right side, staring dead ahead with his usual, intense-but-vacant expression. The second had been a challenge- not so much that the Pig King recalled his creation with irritation, like many of his other projects, no, but just enough that it amused him looking back. He hummed, holding his little pet closer as he settled further into his chair…\n\nIt had taken a lot more planning than Porky had liked to admit to build Lucas' initial cage. The station he already had there in his estate wasn't strong enough, or at least, he feared it wouldn't have been for such intimate purposes- so he had to start from scratch. A room of magic-imbued rubber, soundproof and devoid of all light, save for the plastic screen in the far wall. A few of the ceiling panels had hidden machinery embedded in them- some with speakers, some cameras, and others air vents- with the floor having more of the same. In the center lay his pet's hutch of sorts, a matching rubber chair with restraints of all kinds. These straps and clamps were positioned so as to keep its occupant's legs spread, their hands and arms firmly behind their back, and most importantly, staring straight ahead and unable to blink without aid. In addition, the chair was firmly affixed to a machine hidden underneath it; one that would clean up any mess his pet may make, keep track of his vitals, inject him with water and all the soluble foodstuff he'd need, and give him a little sense of pleasure when necessary- equipped to penetrate with the exact size and likeness of it's creator's member. The real crown jewel of the contraption, however, was the helmet affixed to the top- a thick net of electrodes and sensors strong enough to tap into his pet's little brain and forcibly correct any persistent bad behavior with a couple of quick shocks, as well as do a little deeper rewiring. It was perfect.\n\nAt first, the boy had rallied against it with all his might- a fearsome fiery will that nearly broke free of his terrible cage. The initial shock of his new harness had produced a PSI blast that had severely damaged all of the surrounding infrastructure and killed several men- and led to him being sufficiently drugged out of his mind for a few weeks until repairs could be completed- though not completely unconscious. The old pig needed to keep his catch aware enough for the training to burn into his brain, but not so much that he could think of anything else. A somewhat precarious balance, it seemed. The first few injections were a bit too much- nearly killing the poor thing when he stopped breathing on his own- but perhaps the slight brain damage would work in his Master's favor… \n\nAll that really mattered was getting his new pet's body accustomed to his touch, his voice, and his will- Porky cooed gently into the boy's ears with every session of his, certainly not above chuckling with delight as Lucas' streams of instinctual cries and flinches morphed quickly into eager hums and soft babbling noises, mouth opened into a drooling, lazy smile. The glimmer of fear in his distant stare dissipated as his eyes relaxed and crossed gently, now looking at his Master with as much wonder as his little brain could manage- enraptured with this funny new feeling in his guts and belly by the time his cage was ready again. On some level, the boy had already liked it, already let somebody else tame him once in his past, and for that Porky was grateful enough. It'd make the process go much smoother, at least.\n\nWhat was once a sickening display became all together pleasant and familiar, coated in a thick sheen of lust that was as self-generating as it was inescapable. He was meant to serve, he had always served- he'd be nothing if he wasn't. Nothing if he lost the feeling of something big in his lower belly. Nothing if he wasn't sticky. All of his past and present fell apart and away, including every miserable memory of Tazmily. Not that he cared. Lucas' battered little mind cracked and gave in to the whims of his body a little more with each twitch and thrust of the machine holding him captive, each and every throb and clench of his pink, puckered hind against it's soft silicone corkscrew, and each raspy hitch of breath before he came on himself and was rewarded with praise. Over and over and over again, days upon days upon weeks, until the soreness in his muscles had given way to an ever-sensitive, hungry spark. \n\nEach flash of his new occupation on the screen his eyes had been forcibly glued to only added to the steady drilling, and the tears that had once made a home stinging his eyes gave way to a half-lidded, lazy gaze. His destiny was over, the fate of his story sealed, and he soon found himself envisioning himself in his rightful place on his hands and knees. Or skewered between two Pigmask officers. Or led around on a halter for all the world to see. His new Master's teachings then began to burn out most of his ability to think on his own, skills slipping out of his twitching body as he began to drool steadily, naturally with every volt. One by one, he forgot farming, hunting, fighting, potty training- how to do anything other than keep as a pretty little pet-maid. How wonderful it was that his dear Master thought for him, made all the tough decisions and kept him safe. His own thoughts weakened and swirled with the tapes, acuity still melting out from between his legs in every squirt and push. Time itself had run together into a heavy puddle of slime, marked only by that dull warmth that'd roil in the poor pet's belly when the speakers uttered certain words. Words that were now ingrained in his body and mind as not only favorable, but absolute. \n\nSoon Lucas eventually found himself nothing but giddy, thoughts hazed with an exhaustion he was accustomed to, mewling as his naked body refused to tense and sputter any longer. He couldn't remember how long he'd been in here, nor the vengeful quest that had brought him to New Pork City to begin with, it seemed. The voice on the screen and the intercoms had lost any instinctual venom, now a comfortable drone in the absence of much processing. He was Master Porky Minch's sweet little pet, and he lived for every moment of it. He would service his leader in any way he could, whenever he wanted. The Pigmask army was right and just in their conquest of the world, and he would do his part to further that- and that was the full extent of his world… He lazily opened and closed his mouth, tongue heavy from disuse. Another fat trail of drool fell from the rim of his mouth as he hummed, seemingly clumsily searching for words. \n\n“Aaaa-ah… Php.. Mmmphphmpht…” He crooned, making no effort to clear his throat as his tongue curled in several wrong directions. “Mmmoo… Mmmrr.” Closer, yet. “Aaaah…” A pant, a squeak. “Eeee.” Finally it slipped sloppily into place. “Mmmore…~”\n\n\"Oh?\" Porky's voice crackled through the intercom, hitching with surprise when Lucas nodded midway through his sentence. \"Do you want more, dearest~?\"\n\nPorky wasted no time in getting to his new pet, muttering a half-apology when Lucas flinched from the sudden new movement in his line of sight. The room itself reeked of every body fluid imaginable, but in that moment, Porky could care less. Lucas rolled to the floor with a heavy thump as Porky undid his chair's restraints, a soft mewl bubbling up in response. His eyes glittered softly with a glaze that Porky would soon find was permanent, straining to focus after being slack for so long. \n\n\"Hello darling~\" Porky crooned, setting his new prize upright with a kiss on the snout. As much as he would've loved to dig in right then and there, he knew he had to check Lucas over carefully. Any sudden stress might undo his, progress, as it were, and he did need to make sure he wasn't quite as brain-dead as his brother. \"Can you speak for me? Can you tell me who you are?\" \n\nIt took Lucas a moment, but he nodded. \"Namme’shsh Lucas.\" Croaky, stilted, but good so far. He finally wiped his muzzle, coughing once. \"Lucas… Masttter Porky’s… I-I’m Master Porky’s…” He smiled like a young babe- wide and crooked and soft. “I’m Master Porky’s pet, h-here to s-sh-sewve… Serve.” \n\nThey could always work on that latter, though Porky would admit, it was a little fun to watch the poor thing innocently stumble through each sentence. \"Good boy, that's right. Can you stand for me? Can you follow me?\" He took his pet's hand tightly in his, excitement sparking in his chest. \n\nLucas nodded again, and sloppily rolled onto his knees. \"A-ah, they feel weiwd…\" He mumbled, shaking like a leaf as he slowly managed to clamber up and onto his feet. Being strapped to a chair for so long hadn't done much good for his coordination either, causing him to stumble every few steps as the duo made their way to the door. \n\n\"Don't worry about it. You're doing great.\" Porky opened the door with his free hand, chuckling softly as Lucas' ears flicked back at the change in both air temperature and scenery. The rusted gears in his head were beginning to turn once again, slow as they might be. \"You'll be staying with me in my room. Once we get there, I'll give you a bath and your new outfit. It's a cute little thing, black rubber with a nice officer's hat...\" He continued on as they walked, trying to keep both their attention spans from wandering off. …The way Lucas would glance down at his feet every few steps, the way his mouth hung just slightly open as he listened, the way his little pale frame pressed into Porky's- trying so hard to steady his feet… It was adorable, irresistible, perfect in every way. \n\nBefore either of them knew it, they were there, standing before a gilded door with tepid sparks bouncing between them. Porky led his little pet in and locked the door, letting him take a moment to wander around. \"You have one other roommate, but he won't be back until later this evening. We'll do dinner whenever he shows up- I want you two to get… Reacquainted properly.\" \n\n\"Oh, do I mmm, nnn, know him, sir?\"\n\n\"You could say that, yes. But don't think too hard about it, I'd like it to be something like a surprise. For now, into the bath you go.\" \n\nThat suited Lucas just fine, as there was already a whole host of other things to adjust to at the moment. He scratched at his inner thigh, still crusty and raw from his training, and shambled after Porky. The bathroom was so big and so grand, it could've passed for a pool. In fact, it was styled just like a pool; dark blue rubbery-tile flooring and colorful piping splashed across the walls in every direction, oversized hard rubber palm trees sat at the entrances, and exits to other rooms, and the bathwater itself was a glistening, almost-artificial blue-green, bright and welcoming… Lucas loved everything about it, wasting no time in wandering up to the bath's edge. \"I'll be in a second. Lemme get undressed…\" Porky called from somewhere behind him. \"Go ahead and make yourself at home.\" \n\nA single hoof graced the top of the water, pleasantly surprised that it was warm to the touch. \"Oh…!\" Lucas sloppily clambered in, squeaking softly with delight as the gentle heat began to seep into his aching muscles. He closed his eyes- an almost foreign feeling by now- and breathed the steam in deep. Surely a little rest wouldn't hurt- and what a pleasant rest it was, dark and deep and empty of any sort of pain or suffering… \n\nWhen Lucas woke up, his dear Master was hard at work, scrubbing his belly down with what must've been gallons of bubble bath and a big round sponge. In fact, he was covered in foam from head to toe, seemingly sleeping through the whole of his bath. \"Aah, that feels niiiice…~\" He trilled, leaning into the touch.\n\n\"Morning, sleepyhead.\" Porky chuckled, genuinely happy to see his little creature at ease. \"Your new friend's waiting for us back in the room now, so I'll try to get you all done up as fast as possible.\"\n\nLucas nodded, humming and mumbling to nobody in particular as his dear Master went about rinsing him off. The thought of this other pet- of meeting someone new- rolled around in his empty head as his glazed eyes drifted about, thought completely despined of it's natural- or rather, once natural- fear. \"What will I weawr…?\" Was his only concern. \"Should I dr… dw… mmmmhmhmess nicely?\"\n\n\"I've got just the thing in my closet. A nice little black outfit, that'll be yours to wear from now on.\" \n\n\"That sounds perfect~\" He nodded with far more excitement, eagerly grabbing the Pig King's hand as he led him out of the grand expanse, through a door on the far side, and into another. This one, linened wall to wall with all kinds of outfits, shoes and accessories, glistening and dripping with the finest precious furs, stones and far more than the little pet could ever comprehend. Cascades of pinks, golds, blues and reds filled the room, matching nicely with the few pieces of furniture and the patterned shag carpet underfoot. \"Pretty!\" Lucas chirruped, parking his wet hind flat on the pink shag carpet, rather than the chair next to him- and eliciting a very tiny sigh from Master as he tossed Lucas a towel to dry off with. “It’s all very pretty…~” He said, clumisly drying off.\n\nPorky nodded, getting dressed in his usual attire- his pet dreamily staring at him all the while. “First, we better make sure you don’t piss on the floor…” He turned back to the sea of stuff behind him, immediately fishing out a sizable pink-and-black diaper. “Can you lay down on your back for me, Lucas?”\n\nLucas immediately flopped backwards onto his forearms, spreading his legs with equal speed. He didn’t speak, instead eyeing Porky with a curious glint as a thin cord of drool dripped from his lips.\n\n“Now stay still…” Porky knelt between his charge’s legs. “You’re such a good little boy, Lu-lu…~” He could barely keep himself contained, having waited far too long to finally pet his little pup on the head- Still, he told himself, it’d be better to let Commander get first crack- he truly did want them as bonded as could be, after all… “You’re going to love your little friend.” Porky exhaled sharply, vainly attempting to cool himself off as he successfully padded Lucas, righting him with an exceptionally long kiss on the top of the head.\n\n\"Now then.” Porky stood and returned to the task at hand. “Hm… No… No… … Not quite…\" \n\nLucas was barely listening to Porky peruse, instead wracking his brain for a single guess as to who they'd be seeing. Porky had the foresight to install a short list of all the highest-tier officers and agents when he reprogrammed his little pet, but gave him no pre-made reactions to any of them. Beyond one, of course. \"Ah, here we are!\" \n\nLucas immediately snapped back to reality, eyes refocusing on a latex suit gripped tight in his master's hands. A pair of thigh-high socks, and a matching suit of forearm-long gloves, a skort that just covered anything worthwhile- sizeable bulge notwithstanding, of course- with a sterling silver faux-belt attached, a long sleeveless turtleneck of a top, and a fine officer's cap to top it all off, emblazoned with the Pigmask insignia. A glistening black five-piece that Lucas immediately snatched up and donned, smiling as though he'd been gifted the most beautiful suit in all of Nowhere.\n\n\"Just one more thing\" Porky quickly clipped a lead to the belt, smiling in kind. He gave it a little tug. \"There, all ready to go see Commander.\"\n\n“Commander…” Lucas parroted as he followed along, making a short, humming sound he did so. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for the name to click. “Oh! Oh, I know who that is!” \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Porky prided himself on two things, and on most days, two things alone. The first had been easy enough to stitch together- all things considered. He sat comfortably at his right side, staring dead ahead with his usual, intense-but-vacant expression. The second had been a challenge- not so much that the Pig King recalled his creation with irritation, like many of his other projects, no, but just enough that it amused him looking back. He hummed, holding his little pet closer as he settled further into his chair…
It had taken a lot more planning than Porky had liked to admit to build Lucas' initial cage. The station he already had there in his estate wasn't strong enough, or at least, he feared it wouldn't have been for such intimate purposes- so he had to start from scratch. A room of magic-imbued rubber, soundproof and devoid of all light, save for the plastic screen in the far wall. A few of the ceiling panels had hidden machinery embedded in them- some with speakers, some cameras, and others air vents- with the floor having more of the same. In the center lay his pet's hutch of sorts, a matching rubber chair with restraints of all kinds. These straps and clamps were positioned so as to keep its occupant's legs spread, their hands and arms firmly behind their back, and most importantly, staring straight ahead and unable to blink without aid. In addition, the chair was firmly affixed to a machine hidden underneath it; one that would clean up any mess his pet may make, keep track of his vitals, inject him with water and all the soluble foodstuff he'd need, and give him a little sense of pleasure when necessary- equipped to penetrate with the exact size and likeness of it's creator's member. The real crown jewel of the contraption, however, was the helmet affixed to the top- a thick net of electrodes and sensors strong enough to tap into his pet's little brain and forcibly correct any persistent bad behavior with a couple of quick shocks, as well as do a little deeper rewiring. It was perfect.
At first, the boy had rallied against it with all his might- a fearsome fiery will that nearly broke free of his terrible cage. The initial shock of his new harness had produced a PSI blast that had severely damaged all of the surrounding infrastructure and killed several men- and led to him being sufficiently drugged out of his mind for a few weeks until repairs could be completed- though not completely unconscious. The old pig needed to keep his catch aware enough for the training to burn into his brain, but not so much that he could think of anything else. A somewhat precarious balance, it seemed. The first few injections were a bit too much- nearly killing the poor thing when he stopped breathing on his own- but perhaps the slight brain damage would work in his Master's favor…
All that really mattered was getting his new pet's body accustomed to his touch, his voice, and his will- Porky cooed gently into the boy's ears with every session of his, certainly not above chuckling with delight as Lucas' streams of instinctual cries and flinches morphed quickly into eager hums and soft babbling noises, mouth opened into a drooling, lazy smile. The glimmer of fear in his distant stare dissipated as his eyes relaxed and crossed gently, now looking at his Master with as much wonder as his little brain could manage- enraptured with this funny new feeling in his guts and belly by the time his cage was ready again. On some level, the boy had already liked it, already let somebody else tame him once in his past, and for that Porky was grateful enough. It'd make the process go much smoother, at least.
What was once a sickening display became all together pleasant and familiar, coated in a thick sheen of lust that was as self-generating as it was inescapable. He was meant to serve, he had always served- he'd be nothing if he wasn't. Nothing if he lost the feeling of something big in his lower belly. Nothing if he wasn't sticky. All of his past and present fell apart and away, including every miserable memory of Tazmily. Not that he cared. Lucas' battered little mind cracked and gave in to the whims of his body a little more with each twitch and thrust of the machine holding him captive, each and every throb and clench of his pink, puckered hind against it's soft silicone corkscrew, and each raspy hitch of breath before he came on himself and was rewarded with praise. Over and over and over again, days upon days upon weeks, until the soreness in his muscles had given way to an ever-sensitive, hungry spark.
Each flash of his new occupation on the screen his eyes had been forcibly glued to only added to the steady drilling, and the tears that had once made a home stinging his eyes gave way to a half-lidded, lazy gaze. His destiny was over, the fate of his story sealed, and he soon found himself envisioning himself in his rightful place on his hands and knees. Or skewered between two Pigmask officers. Or led around on a halter for all the world to see. His new Master's teachings then began to burn out most of his ability to think on his own, skills slipping out of his twitching body as he began to drool steadily, naturally with every volt. One by one, he forgot farming, hunting, fighting, potty training- how to do anything other than keep as a pretty little pet-maid. How wonderful it was that his dear Master thought for him, made all the tough decisions and kept him safe. His own thoughts weakened and swirled with the tapes, acuity still melting out from between his legs in every squirt and push. Time itself had run together into a heavy puddle of slime, marked only by that dull warmth that'd roil in the poor pet's belly when the speakers uttered certain words. Words that were now ingrained in his body and mind as not only favorable, but absolute.
Soon Lucas eventually found himself nothing but giddy, thoughts hazed with an exhaustion he was accustomed to, mewling as his naked body refused to tense and sputter any longer. He couldn't remember how long he'd been in here, nor the vengeful quest that had brought him to New Pork City to begin with, it seemed. The voice on the screen and the intercoms had lost any instinctual venom, now a comfortable drone in the absence of much processing. He was Master Porky Minch's sweet little pet, and he lived for every moment of it. He would service his leader in any way he could, whenever he wanted. The Pigmask army was right and just in their conquest of the world, and he would do his part to further that- and that was the full extent of his world… He lazily opened and closed his mouth, tongue heavy from disuse. Another fat trail of drool fell from the rim of his mouth as he hummed, seemingly clumsily searching for words.
“Aaaa-ah… Php.. Mmmphphmpht…” He crooned, making no effort to clear his throat as his tongue curled in several wrong directions. “Mmmoo… Mmmrr.” Closer, yet. “Aaaah…” A pant, a squeak. “Eeee.” Finally it slipped sloppily into place. “Mmmore…~”
"Oh?" Porky's voice crackled through the intercom, hitching with surprise when Lucas nodded midway through his sentence. "Do you want more, dearest~?"
Porky wasted no time in getting to his new pet, muttering a half-apology when Lucas flinched from the sudden new movement in his line of sight. The room itself reeked of every body fluid imaginable, but in that moment, Porky could care less. Lucas rolled to the floor with a heavy thump as Porky undid his chair's restraints, a soft mewl bubbling up in response. His eyes glittered softly with a glaze that Porky would soon find was permanent, straining to focus after being slack for so long.
"Hello darling~" Porky crooned, setting his new prize upright with a kiss on the snout. As much as he would've loved to dig in right then and there, he knew he had to check Lucas over carefully. Any sudden stress might undo his, progress, as it were, and he did need to make sure he wasn't quite as brain-dead as his brother. "Can you speak for me? Can you tell me who you are?"
It took Lucas a moment, but he nodded. "Namme’shsh Lucas." Croaky, stilted, but good so far. He finally wiped his muzzle, coughing once. "Lucas… Masttter Porky’s… I-I’m Master Porky’s…” He smiled like a young babe- wide and crooked and soft. “I’m Master Porky’s pet, h-here to s-sh-sewve… Serve.”
They could always work on that latter, though Porky would admit, it was a little fun to watch the poor thing innocently stumble through each sentence. "Good boy, that's right. Can you stand for me? Can you follow me?" He took his pet's hand tightly in his, excitement sparking in his chest.
Lucas nodded again, and sloppily rolled onto his knees. "A-ah, they feel weiwd…" He mumbled, shaking like a leaf as he slowly managed to clamber up and onto his feet. Being strapped to a chair for so long hadn't done much good for his coordination either, causing him to stumble every few steps as the duo made their way to the door.
"Don't worry about it. You're doing great." Porky opened the door with his free hand, chuckling softly as Lucas' ears flicked back at the change in both air temperature and scenery. The rusted gears in his head were beginning to turn once again, slow as they might be. "You'll be staying with me in my room. Once we get there, I'll give you a bath and your new outfit. It's a cute little thing, black rubber with a nice officer's hat..." He continued on as they walked, trying to keep both their attention spans from wandering off. …The way Lucas would glance down at his feet every few steps, the way his mouth hung just slightly open as he listened, the way his little pale frame pressed into Porky's- trying so hard to steady his feet… It was adorable, irresistible, perfect in every way.
Before either of them knew it, they were there, standing before a gilded door with tepid sparks bouncing between them. Porky led his little pet in and locked the door, letting him take a moment to wander around. "You have one other roommate, but he won't be back until later this evening. We'll do dinner whenever he shows up- I want you two to get… Reacquainted properly."
"Oh, do I mmm, nnn, know him, sir?"
"You could say that, yes. But don't think too hard about it, I'd like it to be something like a surprise. For now, into the bath you go."
That suited Lucas just fine, as there was already a whole host of other things to adjust to at the moment. He scratched at his inner thigh, still crusty and raw from his training, and shambled after Porky. The bathroom was so big and so grand, it could've passed for a pool. In fact, it was styled just like a pool; dark blue rubbery-tile flooring and colorful piping splashed across the walls in every direction, oversized hard rubber palm trees sat at the entrances, and exits to other rooms, and the bathwater itself was a glistening, almost-artificial blue-green, bright and welcoming… Lucas loved everything about it, wasting no time in wandering up to the bath's edge. "I'll be in a second. Lemme get undressed…" Porky called from somewhere behind him. "Go ahead and make yourself at home."
A single hoof graced the top of the water, pleasantly surprised that it was warm to the touch. "Oh…!" Lucas sloppily clambered in, squeaking softly with delight as the gentle heat began to seep into his aching muscles. He closed his eyes- an almost foreign feeling by now- and breathed the steam in deep. Surely a little rest wouldn't hurt- and what a pleasant rest it was, dark and deep and empty of any sort of pain or suffering…
When Lucas woke up, his dear Master was hard at work, scrubbing his belly down with what must've been gallons of bubble bath and a big round sponge. In fact, he was covered in foam from head to toe, seemingly sleeping through the whole of his bath. "Aah, that feels niiiice…~" He trilled, leaning into the touch.
"Morning, sleepyhead." Porky chuckled, genuinely happy to see his little creature at ease. "Your new friend's waiting for us back in the room now, so I'll try to get you all done up as fast as possible."
Lucas nodded, humming and mumbling to nobody in particular as his dear Master went about rinsing him off. The thought of this other pet- of meeting someone new- rolled around in his empty head as his glazed eyes drifted about, thought completely despined of it's natural- or rather, once natural- fear. "What will I weawr…?" Was his only concern. "Should I dr… dw… mmmmhmhmess nicely?"
"I've got just the thing in my closet. A nice little black outfit, that'll be yours to wear from now on."
"That sounds perfect~" He nodded with far more excitement, eagerly grabbing the Pig King's hand as he led him out of the grand expanse, through a door on the far side, and into another. This one, linened wall to wall with all kinds of outfits, shoes and accessories, glistening and dripping with the finest precious furs, stones and far more than the little pet could ever comprehend. Cascades of pinks, golds, blues and reds filled the room, matching nicely with the few pieces of furniture and the patterned shag carpet underfoot. "Pretty!" Lucas chirruped, parking his wet hind flat on the pink shag carpet, rather than the chair next to him- and eliciting a very tiny sigh from Master as he tossed Lucas a towel to dry off with. “It’s all very pretty…~” He said, clumisly drying off.
Porky nodded, getting dressed in his usual attire- his pet dreamily staring at him all the while. “First, we better make sure you don’t piss on the floor…” He turned back to the sea of stuff behind him, immediately fishing out a sizable pink-and-black diaper. “Can you lay down on your back for me, Lucas?”
Lucas immediately flopped backwards onto his forearms, spreading his legs with equal speed. He didn’t speak, instead eyeing Porky with a curious glint as a thin cord of drool dripped from his lips.
“Now stay still…” Porky knelt between his charge’s legs. “You’re such a good little boy, Lu-lu…~” He could barely keep himself contained, having waited far too long to finally pet his little pup on the head- Still, he told himself, it’d be better to let Commander get first crack- he truly did want them as bonded as could be, after all… “You’re going to love your little friend.” Porky exhaled sharply, vainly attempting to cool himself off as he successfully padded Lucas, righting him with an exceptionally long kiss on the top of the head.
"Now then.” Porky stood and returned to the task at hand. “Hm… No… No… … Not quite…"
Lucas was barely listening to Porky peruse, instead wracking his brain for a single guess as to who they'd be seeing. Porky had the foresight to install a short list of all the highest-tier officers and agents when he reprogrammed his little pet, but gave him no pre-made reactions to any of them. Beyond one, of course. "Ah, here we are!"
Lucas immediately snapped back to reality, eyes refocusing on a latex suit gripped tight in his master's hands. A pair of thigh-high socks, and a matching suit of forearm-long gloves, a skort that just covered anything worthwhile- sizeable bulge notwithstanding, of course- with a sterling silver faux-belt attached, a long sleeveless turtleneck of a top, and a fine officer's cap to top it all off, emblazoned with the Pigmask insignia. A glistening black five-piece that Lucas immediately snatched up and donned, smiling as though he'd been gifted the most beautiful suit in all of Nowhere.
"Just one more thing" Porky quickly clipped a lead to the belt, smiling in kind. He gave it a little tug. "There, all ready to go see Commander."
“Commander…” Lucas parroted as he followed along, making a short, humming sound he did so. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for the name to click. “Oh! Oh, I know who that is!”
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