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single one is appreciated, thanks for reading!\n\nAll Pokemon belong to Nintendo, not me!\nAll characters are 18+\n\n----------------------------------------------------------\n\n(Written by Thatguywholikesfood FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thatguywholikesfood)\n\n[i]Attention.[/i]\n\n[i]All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Successful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.[/i]\n\n[i]Obey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.[/i]\n\nWithin their ears spoke a synthetic, robotic voice as it provided further information on their objectives, their uniformed, identical spherical bulges vibrating, adding to their growing restlessness.\n\nStood before him were six latex Lucario, smug expressions mirrored by all present. Their eyes were open in perpetuity, gazing forward in a rough estimate of ‘attention’. \n\nThere was no blinking, no movement, not even breathing as they continued to stare forward.\n\nThere was no need for thought when [i]obedience[/i] [i]brought success [/i]and [i]success brought pleasure[/i].\n\nYet, still, their minds worked and eagerly analysed every bit of information and mission-ready details, pushing into their minds with every throb of their bulges.\n\nOn their bodies clung a tight, black and grey latex outfit, shiny black boots held against the floor as they waited for instructions.\n\nLeft paws holding their issued weapon of choice, a mix of guns, all latex. With ease, they were held as if weightless toys, right paws held behind their back at attention.\n\nWhile James was stuck with a signature, eternally smug grin, the same shared by every single response team, it was hard to argue that he [i]didn’t[/i] feel that way.\n\nHe [i]did[/i] feel that great all the time, after all - Ever since getting a bunch of powers, at least.\n\nNot that it really mattered, his duty as the proud captain of Response Team ‘Delta’ always felt utterly amazing. Pleasure, lewds, a goal to focus on and endless missions…\n\nWhat wasn’t there to like? It wasn’t like his team ever failed, anyhow.\n\nSure, ‘Memory Replacement’ upon promotion was a worry, but that was at least fifty, or more, successful missions away. Being ‘Lucario-029393’ was pretty hot, admittedly. His other friend he’d brought over certainly enjoyed being ‘Zoroark-3304’.\n\nWhy count? He could just poof away whenever he wanted.\n\nBoth his paws behind his back as he spoke out their simple yet successful mission plan, he ended it with a salute.\n\nIn unison, all six of them moved their bodies and saluted, remaining in position until he brought his paw back down.\n\nReaching for his back, he grabbed his shotgun propped up at the side of the podium, marching towards the helicopter as his squad quickly climbed into position…\n\n-----------------------------------\n\n[i]Reminder.[/i]\n\n[i]All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Mission success will result in extended reward privileges.[/i]\n\n[i]Obey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.[/i]\n\n[i]Issuing incentive.[/i]\n\nStood still, all six remained unmoving in two lines directly behind him.\n\nNo noise was made throughout the journey as the robotic voice repeatedly drilled in their mission, voice echoing in their minds and locking in deep.\n\nEvery ‘incentive’ vibrated their bulge, flooding each of them with intense pleasure and desire, pausing just in time for the reminder to repeat once again as the cycle continued.\n\nShotguns held in their left paws, only the occasional air turbulence added something to the noise, a flurry of squeaks from their boots pressing against the floor before the whirring continued.\n\nNone of them were bored as the thuds of their bulge teased and pleasured them in equal measure.\n\nEvery bit of teasing filled them with desperate energy, pleasure reeling it in enough to think, follow orders, memorise commands, thoughts of obedience and pleasure endlessly reinforced.\n\nIn what felt like a blink, all seven minds beyond readily reinforced to begin their duty, the helicopter came to a swift stop as both doors opened.\n\nAll saluting as they awaited their orders, their commanding officer simply returned the salute, barking out the plan before jumping out.\n\nIn moments his form was plummeting downwards towards the roof, the squad finishing their salute and following, squeaking as all held them in both paws.\n\n-----------------------------------\n\nHolding his paws tightly together as he picked up speed, body automatically coating itself in a thin layer of aura, James’ form pushed through the layer in moments, strong latex preventing even a hint of damage.\n\n[i]“IT’S THE FUZZ!! RUNN!!!”[/i]\n[i]“AHHH!!”[/i]\n[i]“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!”[/i]\n\nYells filled the halls as he finally slammed against the floor, wobbling it a bit before maintaining balance, he pumped his shotgun as the latex squeaked inside.\n\nEyes taking in the closest one to him, he aimed and blasted out the cartridge’s load as goo splat out across the wall, soaking a blonde, shocked human as she tried to rush off.\n\nIn one gust of goo, she was sent plummeting to the floor as it slowly started to convert her body, face already hidden under a wide, signature eternally smug Lucario muzzle. With confirmation of a hit, his bulge throbbed with a bit of pleasure and lust in equal measure, making him eagerly focus on the next.\n\nPumping his shotgun as he strode forward, he blasted another runner as their chest grew out a new, small squeaky spike. Once again, another pleasurable throb. He didn’t pause before trying to chase after the final fleeing entrant.\n\nStill, he managed to exit the room just in time to dodge a blast at the door, hands swiftly locking it to the faint background noise of two squad members bursting through the roof, followed by a pause before the next two burst through.\n\nMoving to kick the door down, aura infused into his paw as it slammed against it, his expression turned to annoyance, the wooden frame strangely not budging at all.\n\nAfter a few more moments of waiting, the sounds of goopy explosions, blasts and rapid noises of goo hitting intended targets, the door opened soon after.\n\nStood in the doorway was a latex Zoroark in full, squeaky, latex uniform, eternally smug expression on his muzzle as he spoke out with a laugh.\n\n“Kekeke, guess who it is~?”\n\n--------------------------------------\n\nIssuing a request to dispatch, he was immediately informed this was Zoroark-3304, also known as Jeremy - His best friend.\n\nPaw meeting claw in a handshake, they both readily shook their arms before returning to holding their weapons with full focus.\n\nUnlike his latex shotgun, the zoroark had a twin pair of silenced, squeaky and goop-filled pistols.\n\nBoth were in too much pleasurable bliss to really pay much attention, or even discuss their situation, instead choosing to continue to follow their set of orders.\n\nWhile they were best friends, they knew they could talk whenever, even if in this state they never seemed to end up doing so.\n\nSuch thoughts were fleeting as their bulges throbbed needily, bodies moving as they rushed to dispatch the remaining resistance members.\n\nPump, blast, pump, blast, pump, blast.\n\nEach was blasted, bodies slowly becoming covered by latex.\n\nThree by the stairs, two rushing to the door, eight hiding in the basement.\n\nOf course, that was leaving the other fifty four converted by his squad, begging and pleading ignored as they were connected to the system.\n\n--------------------------------------\n\nIt was clear who had been fully converted as they would promptly stand up, smug permanent grins on their squeaky muzzles, before moving to stand in line with the rest.\n\nLucario-029393, James, turned back to Zoroark-3304, Jeremy, smug expressions identical as they prepared to speak, not noticing the other squad members crowd around them.\n\n“Kekeke, what a succ-”\n\nIn one quick blast, his best friend’s long squeaky hair turned into the unmistakable ‘aura appendages’ off the back of a Lucario’s head.\n\nFurther blasts from other squad members splashed into him as Jeremy looked around in shock, body barely able to conceal his blatant surprise as his head frantically looked around.\n\nMoments after, focused blasts giving him more than his fair share of transformative latex, he simply stood up as his pistols changed into a latex shotgun. \n\nUniform changing to match that of the rest of the squad, he looked back with an identically smug smirk, right paw saluting as he followed the rest of the team into position.\n\n[i]Lucario-103339 [/i]\n\n--------------------------------------\n\nWords could not even begin to describe the horror he felt at seeing his friend utterly wiped of all identity so fast.\n\nGuilt was obvious - He should’ve paid more attention and issued an order to not convert the Zoroark.\n\n…At least he could always undo it.\n\nFinish up this mission, transform him and his friend back, then go onto their next planned idea.\n\nThey’d tried this world together as a ‘warm up’ - It had no business being [i]this addictive[/i].\n\n[i]Attention.[/i]\n\n[i]Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying stimulation reward.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying credit reward.[/i]\n\n[i]Preparing reward simulation.[/i]\n\n[i]--------------------------------------[/i]\n\n[i]goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy[/i]\n\nMaking his way home felt amazing as his bulge throbbed up a storm, banishing any thoughts and living him in an airheaded, affirmed bliss.\n\nHe’d done his mission well.\n\nHe’d let the squad well.\n\nHe’d been a [i]good boy[/i].\n\nVarious transport vehicles had arrived to pick them up as they ensured each of the new latex inductees walked in columns, lining up tight inside, before the door shut and drove them off.\n\nMoving onto the transport with his seven squad members, all stood in line, their eyes seemed to briefly swirl as Lucario-029393 found himself in the middle of a reward ceremony.\n\n[i]goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy[/i]\n\nStanding before him was his superior, identical appearance and usual smirk visible as a latex pistol was noticeably tied to a belt, ensuring it bounced against his bulge as he moved.\n\nKneeling down onto his leg, he felt the paw of his commanding officer on his head, patting him as it only increased his bulge throbs even more intensely.\n\n“Good boy.”\n\n[i]goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy[/i]\n[i]goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy[/i]\n[i]goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy[/i]\n\n[i]--------------------------------------[/i]\n\n[i]Attention.[/i]\n\n[i]Simulation concluded.[/i]\n\n[i]One hour break reward authorised.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying break stimulation.[/i]\n\n[i]Mission assignment will follow.[/i]\n\nMost of the mission was remembered as a foggy haze of success and pleasure, the standard ‘reward simulation and stimulation’ ensuring he was left beyond happy and confident in both his role and duty.\n\nIf his suit wasn’t tight near the base of the tail, it’d be wagging up a storm.\n\nEnjoying the relaxed bliss before his next mission assignment, it was a prompt walk as he arrived at the computer marked ‘credit vendor’.\n\nSpending a few credits, his ammunition was refilled, eyes looking over the various ‘upgrades’ on offer.\n\n[i]New - 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He needed to leave [i]now[/i].\n\nLooking around idly, he offered the Zoroark a paw up-\n\nThe moment those paws made contact, the Lucario’s latex gloves converted his form into another squad. \n\nBefore he could remember his plan to escape, too surprised by the transformation of the Zoroark, a ding interrupted his thoughts, pleasure intensifying as his mind filled up with a hazy fog.\n\n[i]Attention.[/i]\n\n[i]Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying stimulation reward.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying credit reward.[/i]\n\n[i]Preparing reward simulation.[/i]\n\n[i]goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy[/i]\n\n[i]--------------------------------------[/i]\n\nBringing his latest upgrade for a spin, he moved his boots up and kicked one of the runners in the chest as his body flew back, struggling to get up.\n\nJames, Lucario-029393, eagerly strode forward and made sure to blast him with another burst of goop, eyes making out someone managing to hide behind a portrait.\n\nWith an aura-infused kick, their body was sent flying through the wall as he made sure to blast them. Moments after landing, a permanently smirking Lucario stood to attention, blue bulge visible as he moved to help detain any stragglers.\n\nEyes noticing unexplained movements in the ceiling, he gestured for his squad to secure the area as he flooded aura deep into his boots.\n\nJumping up, his form burst through the ceiling as he stood up, shotgun aiming at…\n\n[i]A squad of Zoroarks[/i]?!\n\nTheir muzzles were just as smug, forms latex and bulges visible, uniforms on quite obviously.\n\nHis [i]best friend[/i]…\n\nHow had he forgotten his best friend?!\n\nH-He needed to-\n\n[i]Attention.[/i]\n\n[i]Lucario-029393 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.[/i]\n\n[i]Congratulations, Lucario-029393.[/i]\n\n[i]Lucario-029393 will be transferred to Sector Commander upon mission completion.[/i]\n\n[i]Lucario-029391 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.[/i]\n\n[i]Congratulations, Lucario-029391.[/i]\n\n[i]Lucario-029391 will be transferred to Squad Commander upon mission completion.[/i]\n\n[i]--------------------------------------[/i]\n\nPleasured buzzing partially emptied out his thoughts, paws holding onto the shotgun as he struggled to think on what to do…\n\nWasn’t a promotion…Good?\n\nBut…He was worried about something…\n\nThe Zoroarks were familiar…\n\nHis friend was important - He had powers.\n\nHe could fix all this, do everything, but…\n\nWasn’t that promotion great?\n\nSurely it’d feel great to transform new Lucario using not only a squad, but [i]those of the entire sector[/i]…?\n\nYet…Hadn’t he and his friend planned to do something else?\n\n…But they were only doing stuff because it felt good, right?\n\n[i]Reminder[/i]\n\n[i]All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Successful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.[/i]\n\n[i]Good Boy, Lucario-029393.[/i]\n\n[i]goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy[/i]\n\nThat direct word-filled reward ended any thought of not following his issued orders.\n\nWhen his decision was made, the Zoroarks tried to run off, slaps from his paws and a few boot-kicks leaving them in a rapidly transforming pile of pleasure.\n\nOne by one, they stood up and saluted, weapons changed into a standard-issue weapon befitting of their new specialisation. \n\nNo trace of anything other than smug, conversion-ready squad-thoughts were left in their heads as he moved towards the nearby attic stairs, kicking them down in one solid motion.\n\nMoving down out of that room with eight new squad members following behind him, as they prepared to move back for transport to base, Lucario-029393, James, had no thoughts other than those of doing a good job.\n\n[i]Attention.[/i]\n\n[i]Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying stimulation reward.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying credit reward.[/i]\n\n[i]Preparing reward simulation.[/i]\n\n[i]--------------------------------------[/i]\n\nLucario-029393 focused on his work, bulge endlessly stimulated by pleasure which only intensified with every further successful mission.\n\nHe’d been issued command of the region’s Squad Teams, voice scrambled and turned synthetic as orders were transferred and backed up by the various lower Lucario working inside the office.\n\n[i]Response Team ‘Charlie’ has completed their issued mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Response Team ‘Indigo’ has completed their issued mission.[/i]\n\n[i]Response Team ‘Delta’ has failed their issued mission.[/i]\n\nSurprise entered his mind at the failure of his former team, eyes looking through the mission report, details showing that most of the humans marked for conversion had escaped.\n\nThough, admittedly, he only remembered the mission reports from his former squad.\n\nMemory-replacement was required for all positions above Squad Commander and so he’d willingly let his mind be rewritten, as per usual.\n\nIt’s not like there was anything important in there, after all.\n\nGood Squad Commanders tended to focus solely on their work, and he remembered being no exception.\n\nOutside of his admittedly overzealous spending on ‘upgrades’, the only seemingly ‘individualised’ memory made him chuckle a bit.\n\nNaturally, he knew all Squad Commanders were the exact same before promotion - Nobody would avoid upgrades if they were on offer, after all.\n\nWithout even a care, pause or flinch, he pressed onto a nearby red button and issued a liquidation order.\n\n[i]Attention.[/i]\n\n[i]Response Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying stimulation and simulation.[/i]\n\n[i]Collection Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.[/i]\n\n[i]Applying stimulation and simulation.[/i]\n\nMoving to inspect the response teams, he pushed some aura into one of the computers and watched as a liquidation team moved in.\n\nEvery bit of uniform was erased from their forms as their minds were wiped entirely blank. Every trace of identity was gone before they were taken to join the handful of newly converted Lucario they’d managed to capture.\n\nAs always, they would be inducted in a new role and identity as needed, not that Lucario-029393 particularly cared - His job ended so far as making sure the liquidation order went through.\n\nPulling his aura back into his body, senses returning, he went back to issuing orders throughout the city. There was not a care in his mind for his former squad. \n\nAfter all, they were just a bunch of Lucario Drones…\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Warping himself into the commander in a lewd dystopian scenario with some friends, it soon goes wrong.

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Attention.

All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.

Successful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.

Obey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.

Within their ears spoke a synthetic, robotic voice as it provided further information on their objectives, their uniformed, identical spherical bulges vibrating, adding to their growing restlessness.

Stood before him were six latex Lucario, smug expressions mirrored by all present. Their eyes were open in perpetuity, gazing forward in a rough estimate of ‘attention’.

There was no blinking, no movement, not even breathing as they continued to stare forward.

There was no need for thought when obedience brought success and success brought pleasure.

Yet, still, their minds worked and eagerly analysed every bit of information and mission-ready details, pushing into their minds with every throb of their bulges.

On their bodies clung a tight, black and grey latex outfit, shiny black boots held against the floor as they waited for instructions.

Left paws holding their issued weapon of choice, a mix of guns, all latex. With ease, they were held as if weightless toys, right paws held behind their back at attention.

While James was stuck with a signature, eternally smug grin, the same shared by every single response team, it was hard to argue that he didn’t feel that way.

He did feel that great all the time, after all - Ever since getting a bunch of powers, at least.

Not that it really mattered, his duty as the proud captain of Response Team ‘Delta’ always felt utterly amazing. Pleasure, lewds, a goal to focus on and endless missions…

What wasn’t there to like? It wasn’t like his team ever failed, anyhow.

Sure, ‘Memory Replacement’ upon promotion was a worry, but that was at least fifty, or more, successful missions away. Being ‘Lucario-029393’ was pretty hot, admittedly. His other friend he’d brought over certainly enjoyed being ‘Zoroark-3304’.

Why count? He could just poof away whenever he wanted.

Both his paws behind his back as he spoke out their simple yet successful mission plan, he ended it with a salute.

In unison, all six of them moved their bodies and saluted, remaining in position until he brought his paw back down.

Reaching for his back, he grabbed his shotgun propped up at the side of the podium, marching towards the helicopter as his squad quickly climbed into position…

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Reminder.

All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.

Mission success will result in extended reward privileges.

Obey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.

Issuing incentive.

Stood still, all six remained unmoving in two lines directly behind him.

No noise was made throughout the journey as the robotic voice repeatedly drilled in their mission, voice echoing in their minds and locking in deep.

Every ‘incentive’ vibrated their bulge, flooding each of them with intense pleasure and desire, pausing just in time for the reminder to repeat once again as the cycle continued.

Shotguns held in their left paws, only the occasional air turbulence added something to the noise, a flurry of squeaks from their boots pressing against the floor before the whirring continued.

None of them were bored as the thuds of their bulge teased and pleasured them in equal measure.

Every bit of teasing filled them with desperate energy, pleasure reeling it in enough to think, follow orders, memorise commands, thoughts of obedience and pleasure endlessly reinforced.

In what felt like a blink, all seven minds beyond readily reinforced to begin their duty, the helicopter came to a swift stop as both doors opened.

All saluting as they awaited their orders, their commanding officer simply returned the salute, barking out the plan before jumping out.

In moments his form was plummeting downwards towards the roof, the squad finishing their salute and following, squeaking as all held them in both paws.

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Holding his paws tightly together as he picked up speed, body automatically coating itself in a thin layer of aura,  James’ form pushed through the layer in moments, strong latex preventing even a hint of damage.

“IT’S THE FUZZ!! RUNN!!!”
“AHHH!!”
“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!”

Yells filled the halls as he finally slammed against the floor, wobbling it a bit before maintaining balance, he pumped his shotgun as the latex squeaked inside.

Eyes taking in the closest one to him, he aimed and blasted out the cartridge’s load as goo splat out across the wall, soaking a blonde, shocked human as she tried to rush off.

In one gust of goo, she was sent plummeting to the floor as it slowly started to convert her body, face already hidden under a wide, signature eternally smug Lucario muzzle. With confirmation of a hit, his bulge throbbed with a bit of pleasure and lust in equal measure, making him eagerly focus on the next.

Pumping his shotgun as he strode forward, he blasted another runner as their chest grew out a new, small squeaky spike. Once again, another pleasurable throb. He didn’t pause before trying to chase after the final fleeing entrant.

Still, he managed to exit the room just in time to dodge a blast at the door, hands swiftly locking it to the faint background noise of two squad members bursting through the roof, followed by a pause before the next two burst through.

Moving to kick the door down, aura infused into his paw as it slammed against it, his expression turned to annoyance, the wooden frame strangely not budging at all.

After a few more moments of waiting, the sounds of goopy explosions, blasts and rapid noises of goo hitting intended targets, the door opened soon after.

Stood in the doorway was a latex Zoroark in full, squeaky, latex uniform, eternally smug expression on his muzzle as he spoke out with a laugh.

“Kekeke, guess who it is~?”

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Issuing a request to dispatch, he was immediately informed this was Zoroark-3304, also known as Jeremy - His best friend.

Paw meeting claw in a handshake, they both readily shook their arms before returning to holding their weapons with full focus.

Unlike his latex shotgun, the zoroark had a twin pair of silenced, squeaky and goop-filled pistols.

Both were in too much pleasurable bliss to really pay much attention, or even discuss their situation, instead choosing to continue to follow their set of orders.

While they were best friends, they knew they could talk whenever, even if in this state they never seemed to end up doing so.

Such thoughts were fleeting as their bulges throbbed needily, bodies moving as they rushed to dispatch the remaining resistance members.

Pump, blast, pump, blast, pump, blast.

Each was blasted, bodies slowly becoming covered by latex.

Three by the stairs, two rushing to the door, eight hiding in the basement.

Of course, that was leaving the other fifty four converted by his squad, begging and pleading ignored as they were connected to the system.

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It was clear who had been fully converted as they would promptly stand up, smug permanent grins on their squeaky muzzles, before moving to stand in line with the rest.

Lucario-029393, James, turned back to Zoroark-3304, Jeremy, smug expressions identical as they prepared to speak, not noticing the other squad members crowd around them.

“Kekeke, what a succ-”

In one quick blast, his best friend’s long squeaky hair turned into the unmistakable ‘aura appendages’ off the back of a Lucario’s head.

Further blasts from other squad members splashed into him as Jeremy looked around in shock, body barely able to conceal his blatant surprise as his head frantically looked around.

Moments after, focused blasts giving him more than his fair share of transformative latex, he simply stood up as his pistols changed into a latex shotgun.

Uniform changing to match that of the rest of the squad, he looked back with an identically smug smirk, right paw saluting as he followed the rest of the team into position.

Lucario-103339

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Words could not even begin to describe the horror he felt at seeing his friend utterly wiped of all identity so fast.

Guilt was obvious - He should’ve paid more attention and issued an order to not convert the Zoroark.

…At least he could always undo it.

Finish up this mission, transform him and his friend back, then go onto their next planned idea.

They’d tried this world together as a ‘warm up’ - It had no business being this addictive.

Attention.

Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.

Applying stimulation reward.

Applying credit reward.

Preparing reward simulation.

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Making his way home felt amazing as his bulge throbbed up a storm, banishing any thoughts and living him in an airheaded, affirmed bliss.

He’d done his mission well.

He’d let the squad well.

He’d been a good boy.

Various transport vehicles had arrived to pick them up as they ensured each of the new latex inductees walked in columns, lining up tight inside, before the door shut and drove them off.

Moving onto the transport with his seven squad members, all stood in line, their eyes seemed to briefly swirl as Lucario-029393 found himself in the middle of a reward ceremony.

goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy

Standing before him was his superior, identical appearance and usual smirk visible as a latex pistol was noticeably tied to a belt, ensuring it bounced against his bulge as he moved.

Kneeling down onto his leg, he felt the paw of his commanding officer on his head, patting him as it only increased his bulge throbs even more intensely.

“Good boy.”

goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy
goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy
goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy

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Attention.

Simulation concluded.

One hour break reward authorised.

Applying break stimulation.

Mission assignment will follow.

Most of the mission was remembered as a foggy haze of success and pleasure, the standard ‘reward simulation and stimulation’ ensuring he was left beyond happy and confident in both his role and duty.

If his suit wasn’t tight near the base of the tail, it’d be wagging up a storm.

Enjoying the relaxed bliss before his next mission assignment, it was a prompt walk as he arrived at the computer marked ‘credit vendor’.

Spending a few credits, his ammunition was refilled, eyes looking over the various ‘upgrades’ on offer.

New - Combat-Ready Paw Gloves
Change Weapon Specialisation
Shotgun Upgrades
Reward Stimulation
Reward Simulation

Deciding to get the offered gloves, his credits decreased before two goopy balls fell down.

With a crunch, both were broken as they soaked the entirety of his paws in goopy latex, attaching to his permanent uniform and becoming part of it forever.

Squeezing his paw a bit, endlessly open eyes glancing at it, they seemed almost consistently goopy.

Yet, there was no issue holding his shotgun somehow, the goop seeming to not really react.

Deciding to save it for the next mission, he clicked on the two reward options available as his credits went down, mind and body soon engulfed in total bliss.

goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy

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Shotgun blasting out with every pump, his eyes spotted someone trying to charge him as he paw-slapped them across the room.

Their body was converting rapidly as he made sure to hit them with another blast, his squad securing the premises and ensuring none could escape.

Moments later, the new blank, bulged Lucario was moving to type in his remembered code, bulge buzzing as his mind and ears were flooded with repetitive, pleasured and blissful encouragement.

Steel door opening, Lucario-029393 moved to secure the only entrance and exit available, blasting and soaking them in transformative goo as each was converted.

Throwing a few grenades, goopy explosions converting even more, many newly transformed Lucario grabbed onto their former friends and colleagues as the squad moved in to finish conversion.

Attention.

Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.

Applying stimulation reward.

Applying credit reward.

Preparing reward simulation.

goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy

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New upgrade purchased,  Lucario-029393-

He kept forgetting his name.

Why did he keep forgetting his name?

Luc…James froze for a few moments, panting heavily before he put his new upgrade to use.

With a bit of a struggle, mind whirring, he pushed his aura into the added vision-attachment, eyes making out every single hiding human as his squad moved in.

…Why did he have twenty squad members?

When did he get twenty squad members?

One of them was his friend.

Oh.

He realised what was going on, eyes staring at the form of a Zoroark, latex and identical to his converted best friend.

This had gone on too long.

He didn’t even remember when his friend had been converted, memories of most missions a foggy, pleasured haze of success and adrenaline.

…He needed to leave.

Now. He needed to leave now.

Looking around idly, he offered the Zoroark a paw up-

The moment those paws made contact, the Lucario’s latex gloves converted his form into another squad.

Before he could remember his plan to escape, too surprised by the transformation of the Zoroark, a ding interrupted his thoughts, pleasure intensifying as his mind filled up with a hazy fog.

Attention.

Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.

Applying stimulation reward.

Applying credit reward.

Preparing reward simulation.

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Bringing his latest upgrade for a spin, he moved his boots up and kicked one of the runners in the chest as his body flew back, struggling to get up.

James, Lucario-029393, eagerly strode forward and made sure to blast him with another burst of goop, eyes making out someone managing to hide behind a portrait.

With an aura-infused kick, their body was sent flying through the wall as he made sure to blast them. Moments after landing, a permanently smirking Lucario stood to attention, blue bulge visible as he moved to help detain any stragglers.

Eyes noticing unexplained movements in the ceiling, he gestured for his squad to secure the area as he flooded aura deep into his boots.

Jumping up, his form burst through the ceiling as he stood up, shotgun aiming at…

A squad of Zoroarks?!

Their muzzles were just as smug, forms latex and bulges visible, uniforms on quite obviously.

His best friend…

How had he forgotten his best friend?!

H-He needed to-

Attention.

Lucario-029393 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.

Congratulations, Lucario-029393.

Lucario-029393 will be transferred to Sector Commander upon mission completion.

Lucario-029391 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.

Congratulations, Lucario-029391.

Lucario-029391 will be transferred to Squad Commander upon mission completion.

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Pleasured buzzing partially emptied out his thoughts, paws holding onto the shotgun as he struggled to think on what to do…

Wasn’t a promotion…Good?

But…He was worried about something…

The Zoroarks were familiar…

His friend was important - He had powers.

He could fix all this, do everything, but…

Wasn’t that promotion great?

Surely it’d feel great to transform new Lucario using not only a squad, but those of the entire sector…?

Yet…Hadn’t he and his friend planned to do something else?

…But they were only doing stuff because it felt good, right?

Reminder

All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.

Successful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.

Good Boy, Lucario-029393.

goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy

That direct word-filled reward ended any thought of not following his issued orders.

When his decision was made, the Zoroarks tried to run off, slaps from his paws and a few boot-kicks leaving them in a rapidly transforming pile of pleasure.

One by one, they stood up and saluted, weapons changed into a standard-issue weapon befitting of their new specialisation.

No trace of anything other than smug, conversion-ready squad-thoughts were left in their heads as he moved towards the nearby attic stairs, kicking them down in one solid motion.

Moving down out of that room with eight new squad members following behind him, as they prepared to move back for transport to base, Lucario-029393, James, had no thoughts other than those of doing a good job.

Attention.

Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.

Applying stimulation reward.

Applying credit reward.

Preparing reward simulation.

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Lucario-029393 focused on his work, bulge endlessly stimulated by pleasure which only intensified with every further successful mission.

He’d been issued command of the region’s Squad Teams, voice scrambled and turned synthetic as orders were transferred and backed up by the various lower Lucario working inside the office.

Response Team ‘Charlie’ has completed their issued mission.

Response Team ‘Indigo’ has completed their issued mission.

Response Team ‘Delta’ has failed their issued mission.

Surprise entered his mind at the failure of his former team, eyes looking through the mission report, details showing that most of the humans marked for conversion had escaped.

Though, admittedly, he only remembered the mission reports from his former squad.

Memory-replacement was required for all positions above Squad Commander and so he’d willingly let his mind be rewritten, as per usual.

It’s not like there was anything important in there, after all.

Good Squad Commanders tended to focus solely on their work, and he remembered being no exception.

Outside of his admittedly overzealous spending on ‘upgrades’, the only seemingly ‘individualised’ memory made him chuckle a bit.

Naturally, he knew all Squad Commanders were the exact same before promotion - Nobody would avoid upgrades if they were on offer, after all.

Without even a care, pause or flinch, he pressed onto a nearby red button and issued a liquidation order.

Attention.

Response Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.

Applying stimulation and simulation.

Collection Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.

Applying stimulation and simulation.

Moving to inspect the response teams, he pushed some aura into one of the computers and watched as a liquidation team moved in.

Every bit of uniform was erased from their forms as their minds were wiped entirely blank. Every trace of identity was gone before they were taken to join the handful of newly converted Lucario they’d managed to capture.

As always, they would be inducted in a new role and identity as needed, not that Lucario-029393 particularly cared - His job ended so far as making sure the liquidation order went through.

Pulling his aura back into his body, senses returning, he went back to issuing orders throughout the city. There was not a care in his mind for his former squad.

After all, they were just a bunch of Lucario Drones…

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "(Written by Thatguywholikesfood FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thatguywholikesfood)\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nAll non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.\n\n\nSuccessful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.\n\n\nObey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.\n\n\nWithin their ears spoke a synthetic, robotic voice as it provided further information on their objectives, their uniformed, identical spherical bulges vibrating, adding to their growing restlessness.\n\n\nStood before him were six latex Lucario, smug expressions mirrored by all present. Their eyes were open in perpetuity, gazing forward in a rough estimate of ‘attention’. \n\n\nThere was no blinking, no movement, not even breathing as they continued to stare forward.\n\n\nThere was no need for thought when obedience brought success and success brought pleasure.\n\n\nYet, still, their minds worked and eagerly analysed every bit of information and mission-ready details, pushing into their minds with every throb of their bulges.\n\n\nOn their bodies clung a tight, black and grey latex outfit, shiny black boots held against the floor as they waited for instructions.\n\n\nLeft paws holding their issued weapon of choice, a mix of guns, all latex. With ease, they were held as if weightless toys, right paws held behind their back at attention.\n\n\nWhile James was stuck with a signature, eternally smug grin, the same shared by every single response team, it was hard to argue that he didn’t feel that way.\n\n\nHe did feel that great all the time, after all - Ever since getting a bunch of powers, at least.\n\n\nNot that it really mattered, his duty as the proud captain of Response Team ‘Delta’ always felt utterly amazing. Pleasure, lewds, a goal to focus on and endless missions…\n\n\nWhat wasn’t there to like? It wasn’t like his team ever failed, anyhow.\n\n\nSure, ‘Memory Replacement’ upon promotion was a worry, but that was at least fifty, or more, successful missions away. Being ‘Lucario-029393’ was pretty hot, admittedly. His other friend he’d brought over certainly enjoyed being ‘Zoroark-3304’.\n\n\nWhy count? He could just poof away whenever he wanted.\n\n\nBoth his paws behind his back as he spoke out their simple yet successful mission plan, he ended it with a salute.\n\n\nIn unison, all six of them moved their bodies and saluted, remaining in position until he brought his paw back down.\n\n\nReaching for his back, he grabbed his shotgun propped up at the side of the podium, marching towards the helicopter as his squad quickly climbed into position…\n\n\n-----------------------------------\n\n\nReminder.\n\n\nAll non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.\n\n\nMission success will result in extended reward privileges.\n\n\nObey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.\n\n\nIssuing incentive.\n\n\nStood still, all six remained unmoving in two lines directly behind him.\n\n\nNo noise was made throughout the journey as the robotic voice repeatedly drilled in their mission, voice echoing in their minds and locking in deep.\n\n\nEvery ‘incentive’ vibrated their bulge, flooding each of them with intense pleasure and desire, pausing just in time for the reminder to repeat once again as the cycle continued.\n\n\nShotguns held in their left paws, only the occasional air turbulence added something to the noise, a flurry of squeaks from their boots pressing against the floor before the whirring continued.\n\n\nNone of them were bored as the thuds of their bulge teased and pleasured them in equal measure.\n\n\nEvery bit of teasing filled them with desperate energy, pleasure reeling it in enough to think, follow orders, memorise commands, thoughts of obedience and pleasure endlessly reinforced.\n\n\nIn what felt like a blink, all seven minds beyond readily reinforced to begin their duty, the helicopter came to a swift stop as both doors opened.\n\n\nAll saluting as they awaited their orders, their commanding officer simply returned the salute, barking out the plan before jumping out.\n\n\nIn moments his form was plummeting downwards towards the roof, the squad finishing their salute and following, squeaking as all held them in both paws.\n\n\n-----------------------------------\n\n\nHolding his paws tightly together as he picked up speed, body automatically coating itself in a thin layer of aura, James’ form pushed through the layer in moments, strong latex preventing even a hint of damage.\n\n\n“IT’S THE FUZZ!! RUNN!!!”\n“AHHH!!”\n“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!”\n\n\nYells filled the halls as he finally slammed against the floor, wobbling it a bit before maintaining balance, he pumped his shotgun as the latex squeaked inside.\n\n\nEyes taking in the closest one to him, he aimed and blasted out the cartridge’s load as goo splat out across the wall, soaking a blonde, shocked human as she tried to rush off.\n\n\nIn one gust of goo, she was sent plummeting to the floor as it slowly started to convert her body, face already hidden under a wide, signature eternally smug Lucario muzzle. With confirmation of a hit, his bulge throbbed with a bit of pleasure and lust in equal measure, making him eagerly focus on the next.\n\n\nPumping his shotgun as he strode forward, he blasted another runner as their chest grew out a new, small squeaky spike. Once again, another pleasurable throb. He didn’t pause before trying to chase after the final fleeing entrant.\n\n\nStill, he managed to exit the room just in time to dodge a blast at the door, hands swiftly locking it to the faint background noise of two squad members bursting through the roof, followed by a pause before the next two burst through.\n\n\nMoving to kick the door down, aura infused into his paw as it slammed against it, his expression turned to annoyance, the wooden frame strangely not budging at all.\n\n\nAfter a few more moments of waiting, the sounds of goopy explosions, blasts and rapid noises of goo hitting intended targets, the door opened soon after.\n\n\nStood in the doorway was a latex Zoroark in full, squeaky, latex uniform, eternally smug expression on his muzzle as he spoke out with a laugh.\n\n\n“Kekeke, guess who it is~?”\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nIssuing a request to dispatch, he was immediately informed this was Zoroark-3304, also known as Jeremy - His best friend.\n\n\nPaw meeting claw in a handshake, they both readily shook their arms before returning to holding their weapons with full focus.\n\n\nUnlike his latex shotgun, the zoroark had a twin pair of silenced, squeaky and goop-filled pistols.\n\n\nBoth were in too much pleasurable bliss to really pay much attention, or even discuss their situation, instead choosing to continue to follow their set of orders.\n\n\nWhile they were best friends, they knew they could talk whenever, even if in this state they never seemed to end up doing so.\n\n\nSuch thoughts were fleeting as their bulges throbbed needily, bodies moving as they rushed to dispatch the remaining resistance members.\n\n\nPump, blast, pump, blast, pump, blast.\n\n\nEach was blasted, bodies slowly becoming covered by latex.\n\n\nThree by the stairs, two rushing to the door, eight hiding in the basement.\n\n\nOf course, that was leaving the other fifty four converted by his squad, begging and pleading ignored as they were connected to the system.\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nIt was clear who had been fully converted as they would promptly stand up, smug permanent grins on their squeaky muzzles, before moving to stand in line with the rest.\n\n\nLucario-029393, James, turned back to Zoroark-3304, Jeremy, smug expressions identical as they prepared to speak, not noticing the other squad members crowd around them.\n\n\n“Kekeke, what a succ-”\n\n\nIn one quick blast, his best friend’s long squeaky hair turned into the unmistakable ‘aura appendages’ off the back of a Lucario’s head.\n\n\nFurther blasts from other squad members splashed into him as Jeremy looked around in shock, body barely able to conceal his blatant surprise as his head frantically looked around.\n\n\nMoments after, focused blasts giving him more than his fair share of transformative latex, he simply stood up as his pistols changed into a latex shotgun. \n\n\nUniform changing to match that of the rest of the squad, he looked back with an identically smug smirk, right paw saluting as he followed the rest of the team into position.\n\n\nLucario-103339 \n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nWords could not even begin to describe the horror he felt at seeing his friend utterly wiped of all identity so fast.\n\n\nGuilt was obvious - He should’ve paid more attention and issued an order to not convert the Zoroark.\n\n\n…At least he could always undo it.\n\n\nFinish up this mission, transform him and his friend back, then go onto their next planned idea.\n\n\nThey’d tried this world together as a ‘warm up’ - It had no business being this addictive.\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.\n\n\nApplying stimulation reward.\n\n\nApplying credit reward.\n\n\nPreparing reward simulation.\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\n\n\nMaking his way home felt amazing as his bulge throbbed up a storm, banishing any thoughts and living him in an airheaded, affirmed bliss.\n\n\nHe’d done his mission well.\n\n\nHe’d let the squad well.\n\n\nHe’d been a good boy.\n\n\nVarious transport vehicles had arrived to pick them up as they ensured each of the new latex inductees walked in columns, lining up tight inside, before the door shut and drove them off.\n\n\nMoving onto the transport with his seven squad members, all stood in line, their eyes seemed to briefly swirl as Lucario-029393 found himself in the middle of a reward ceremony.\n\n\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\n\n\nStanding before him was his superior, identical appearance and usual smirk visible as a latex pistol was noticeably tied to a belt, ensuring it bounced against his bulge as he moved.\n\n\nKneeling down onto his leg, he felt the paw of his commanding officer on his head, patting him as it only increased his bulge throbs even more intensely.\n\n\n“Good boy.”\n\n\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nSimulation concluded.\n\n\nOne hour break reward authorised.\n\n\nApplying break stimulation.\n\n\nMission assignment will follow.\n\n\nMost of the mission was remembered as a foggy haze of success and pleasure, the standard ‘reward simulation and stimulation’ ensuring he was left beyond happy and confident in both his role and duty.\n\n\nIf his suit wasn’t tight near the base of the tail, it’d be wagging up a storm.\n\n\nEnjoying the relaxed bliss before his next mission assignment, it was a prompt walk as he arrived at the computer marked ‘credit vendor’.\n\n\nSpending a few credits, his ammunition was refilled, eyes looking over the various ‘upgrades’ on offer.\n\n\nNew - Combat-Ready Paw Gloves\nChange Weapon Specialisation\nShotgun Upgrades\nReward Stimulation\nReward Simulation\n\n\nDeciding to get the offered gloves, his credits decreased before two goopy balls fell down.\n\n\nWith a crunch, both were broken as they soaked the entirety of his paws in goopy latex, attaching to his permanent uniform and becoming part of it forever.\n\n\nSqueezing his paw a bit, endlessly open eyes glancing at it, they seemed almost consistently goopy. \n\n\nYet, there was no issue holding his shotgun somehow, the goop seeming to not really react.\n\n\nDeciding to save it for the next mission, he clicked on the two reward options available as his credits went down, mind and body soon engulfed in total bliss.\n\n\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nShotgun blasting out with every pump, his eyes spotted someone trying to charge him as he paw-slapped them across the room.\n\n\nTheir body was converting rapidly as he made sure to hit them with another blast, his squad securing the premises and ensuring none could escape.\n\n\nMoments later, the new blank, bulged Lucario was moving to type in his remembered code, bulge buzzing as his mind and ears were flooded with repetitive, pleasured and blissful encouragement.\n\n\nSteel door opening, Lucario-029393 moved to secure the only entrance and exit available, blasting and soaking them in transformative goo as each was converted. \n\n\nThrowing a few grenades, goopy explosions converting even more, many newly transformed Lucario grabbed onto their former friends and colleagues as the squad moved in to finish conversion.\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.\n\n\nApplying stimulation reward.\n\n\nApplying credit reward.\n\n\nPreparing reward simulation.\n\n\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nNew upgrade purchased, Lucario-029393-\n\n\nHe kept forgetting his name.\n\n\nWhy did he keep forgetting his name?\n\n\nLuc…James froze for a few moments, panting heavily before he put his new upgrade to use.\n\n\nWith a bit of a struggle, mind whirring, he pushed his aura into the added vision-attachment, eyes making out every single hiding human as his squad moved in.\n\n\n…Why did he have twenty squad members?\n\n\nWhen did he get twenty squad members?\n\n\nOne of them was his friend.\n\n\nOh.\n\n\nHe realised what was going on, eyes staring at the form of a Zoroark, latex and identical to his converted best friend.\n\n\nThis had gone on too long.\n\n\nHe didn’t even remember when his friend had been converted, memories of most missions a foggy, pleasured haze of success and adrenaline.\n\n\n…He needed to leave.\n\n\nNow. He needed to leave now.\n\n\nLooking around idly, he offered the Zoroark a paw up-\n\n\nThe moment those paws made contact, the Lucario’s latex gloves converted his form into another squad. \n\n\nBefore he could remember his plan to escape, too surprised by the transformation of the Zoroark, a ding interrupted his thoughts, pleasure intensifying as his mind filled up with a hazy fog.\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.\n\n\nApplying stimulation reward.\n\n\nApplying credit reward.\n\n\nPreparing reward simulation.\n\n\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nBringing his latest upgrade for a spin, he moved his boots up and kicked one of the runners in the chest as his body flew back, struggling to get up.\n\n\nJames, Lucario-029393, eagerly strode forward and made sure to blast him with another burst of goop, eyes making out someone managing to hide behind a portrait.\n\n\nWith an aura-infused kick, their body was sent flying through the wall as he made sure to blast them. Moments after landing, a permanently smirking Lucario stood to attention, blue bulge visible as he moved to help detain any stragglers.\n\n\nEyes noticing unexplained movements in the ceiling, he gestured for his squad to secure the area as he flooded aura deep into his boots.\n\n\nJumping up, his form burst through the ceiling as he stood up, shotgun aiming at…\n\n\nA squad of Zoroarks?!\n\n\nTheir muzzles were just as smug, forms latex and bulges visible, uniforms on quite obviously.\n\n\nHis best friend…\n\n\nHow had he forgotten his best friend?!\n\n\nH-He needed to-\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nLucario-029393 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.\n\n\nCongratulations, Lucario-029393.\n\n\nLucario-029393 will be transferred to Sector Commander upon mission completion.\n\n\nLucario-029391 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.\n\n\nCongratulations, Lucario-029391.\n\n\nLucario-029391 will be transferred to Squad Commander upon mission completion.\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nPleasured buzzing partially emptied out his thoughts, paws holding onto the shotgun as he struggled to think on what to do…\n\n\nWasn’t a promotion…Good?\n\n\nBut…He was worried about something…\n\n\nThe Zoroarks were familiar…\n\n\nHis friend was important - He had powers.\n\n\nHe could fix all this, do everything, but…\n\n\nWasn’t that promotion great?\n\n\nSurely it’d feel great to transform new Lucario using not only a squad, but those of the entire sector…?\n\n\nYet…Hadn’t he and his friend planned to do something else?\n\n\n…But they were only doing stuff because it felt good, right?\n\n\nReminder\n\n\nAll non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.\n\n\nSuccessful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.\n\n\nGood Boy, Lucario-029393.\n\n\ngoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy\n\n\nThat direct word-filled reward ended any thought of not following his issued orders.\n\n\nWhen his decision was made, the Zoroarks tried to run off, slaps from his paws and a few boot-kicks leaving them in a rapidly transforming pile of pleasure.\n\n\nOne by one, they stood up and saluted, weapons changed into a standard-issue weapon befitting of their new specialisation. \n\n\nNo trace of anything other than smug, conversion-ready squad-thoughts were left in their heads as he moved towards the nearby attic stairs, kicking them down in one solid motion.\n\n\nMoving down out of that room with eight new squad members following behind him, as they prepared to move back for transport to base, Lucario-029393, James, had no thoughts other than those of doing a good job.\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.\n\n\nApplying stimulation reward.\n\n\nApplying credit reward.\n\n\nPreparing reward simulation.\n\n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\nLucario-029393 focused on his work, bulge endlessly stimulated by pleasure which only intensified with every further successful mission.\n\n\nHe’d been issued command of the region’s Squad Teams, voice scrambled and turned synthetic as orders were transferred and backed up by the various lower Lucario working inside the office.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Charlie’ has completed their issued mission.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Indigo’ has completed their issued mission.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Delta’ has failed their issued mission.\n\n\nSurprise entered his mind at the failure of his former team, eyes looking through the mission report, details showing that most of the humans marked for conversion had escaped.\n\n\nThough, admittedly, he only remembered the mission reports from his former squad.\n\n\nMemory-replacement was required for all positions above Squad Commander and so he’d willingly let his mind be rewritten, as per usual.\n\n\nIt’s not like there was anything important in there, after all.\n\n\nGood Squad Commanders tended to focus solely on their work, and he remembered being no exception.\n\nOutside of his admittedly overzealous spending on ‘upgrades’, the only seemingly ‘individualised’ memory made him chuckle a bit.\n\n\nNaturally, he knew all Squad Commanders were the exact same before promotion - Nobody would avoid upgrades if they were on offer, after all.\n\n\nWithout even a care, pause or flinch, he pressed onto a nearby red button and issued a liquidation order.\n\n\nAttention.\n\n\nResponse Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.\n\n\nApplying stimulation and simulation.\n\n\nCollection Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.\n\n\nApplying stimulation and simulation.\n\n\nMoving to inspect the response teams, he pushed some aura into one of the computers and watched as a liquidation team moved in.\n\n\nEvery bit of uniform was erased from their forms as their minds were wiped entirely blank. Every trace of identity was gone before they were taken to join the handful of newly converted Lucario they’d managed to capture.\n\n\nAs always, they would be inducted in a new role and identity as needed, not that Lucario-029393 particularly cared - His job ended so far as making sure the liquidation order went through.\n\n\nPulling his aura back into his body, senses returning, he went back to issuing orders throughout the city. There was not a care in his mind for his former squad. \n\n\nAfter all, they were just a bunch of Lucario Drones…", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "(Written by Thatguywholikesfood FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thatguywholikesfood)


Attention.


All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.


Successful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.


Obey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.


Within their ears spoke a synthetic, robotic voice as it provided further information on their objectives, their uniformed, identical spherical bulges vibrating, adding to their growing restlessness.


Stood before him were six latex Lucario, smug expressions mirrored by all present. Their eyes were open in perpetuity, gazing forward in a rough estimate of ‘attention’.


There was no blinking, no movement, not even breathing as they continued to stare forward.


There was no need for thought when obedience brought success and success brought pleasure.


Yet, still, their minds worked and eagerly analysed every bit of information and mission-ready details, pushing into their minds with every throb of their bulges.


On their bodies clung a tight, black and grey latex outfit, shiny black boots held against the floor as they waited for instructions.


Left paws holding their issued weapon of choice, a mix of guns, all latex. With ease, they were held as if weightless toys, right paws held behind their back at attention.


While James was stuck with a signature, eternally smug grin, the same shared by every single response team, it was hard to argue that he didn’t feel that way.


He did feel that great all the time, after all - Ever since getting a bunch of powers, at least.


Not that it really mattered, his duty as the proud captain of Response Team ‘Delta’ always felt utterly amazing. Pleasure, lewds, a goal to focus on and endless missions…


What wasn’t there to like? It wasn’t like his team ever failed, anyhow.


Sure, ‘Memory Replacement’ upon promotion was a worry, but that was at least fifty, or more, successful missions away. Being ‘Lucario-029393’ was pretty hot, admittedly. His other friend he’d brought over certainly enjoyed being ‘Zoroark-3304’.


Why count? He could just poof away whenever he wanted.


Both his paws behind his back as he spoke out their simple yet successful mission plan, he ended it with a salute.


In unison, all six of them moved their bodies and saluted, remaining in position until he brought his paw back down.


Reaching for his back, he grabbed his shotgun propped up at the side of the podium, marching towards the helicopter as his squad quickly climbed into position…


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Reminder.


All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.


Mission success will result in extended reward privileges.


Obey your ranking officer, Lucario-029393.


Issuing incentive.


Stood still, all six remained unmoving in two lines directly behind him.


No noise was made throughout the journey as the robotic voice repeatedly drilled in their mission, voice echoing in their minds and locking in deep.


Every ‘incentive’ vibrated their bulge, flooding each of them with intense pleasure and desire, pausing just in time for the reminder to repeat once again as the cycle continued.


Shotguns held in their left paws, only the occasional air turbulence added something to the noise, a flurry of squeaks from their boots pressing against the floor before the whirring continued.


None of them were bored as the thuds of their bulge teased and pleasured them in equal measure.


Every bit of teasing filled them with desperate energy, pleasure reeling it in enough to think, follow orders, memorise commands, thoughts of obedience and pleasure endlessly reinforced.


In what felt like a blink, all seven minds beyond readily reinforced to begin their duty, the helicopter came to a swift stop as both doors opened.


All saluting as they awaited their orders, their commanding officer simply returned the salute, barking out the plan before jumping out.


In moments his form was plummeting downwards towards the roof, the squad finishing their salute and following, squeaking as all held them in both paws.


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Holding his paws tightly together as he picked up speed, body automatically coating itself in a thin layer of aura,  James’ form pushed through the layer in moments, strong latex preventing even a hint of damage.


“IT’S THE FUZZ!! RUNN!!!”
“AHHH!!”
“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!”


Yells filled the halls as he finally slammed against the floor, wobbling it a bit before maintaining balance, he pumped his shotgun as the latex squeaked inside.


Eyes taking in the closest one to him, he aimed and blasted out the cartridge’s load as goo splat out across the wall, soaking a blonde, shocked human as she tried to rush off.


In one gust of goo, she was sent plummeting to the floor as it slowly started to convert her body, face already hidden under a wide, signature eternally smug Lucario muzzle. With confirmation of a hit, his bulge throbbed with a bit of pleasure and lust in equal measure, making him eagerly focus on the next.


Pumping his shotgun as he strode forward, he blasted another runner as their chest grew out a new, small squeaky spike. Once again, another pleasurable throb. He didn’t pause before trying to chase after the final fleeing entrant.


Still, he managed to exit the room just in time to dodge a blast at the door, hands swiftly locking it to the faint background noise of two squad members bursting through the roof, followed by a pause before the next two burst through.


Moving to kick the door down, aura infused into his paw as it slammed against it, his expression turned to annoyance, the wooden frame strangely not budging at all.


After a few more moments of waiting, the sounds of goopy explosions, blasts and rapid noises of goo hitting intended targets, the door opened soon after.


Stood in the doorway was a latex Zoroark in full, squeaky, latex uniform, eternally smug expression on his muzzle as he spoke out with a laugh.


“Kekeke, guess who it is~?”


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Issuing a request to dispatch, he was immediately informed this was Zoroark-3304, also known as Jeremy - His best friend.


Paw meeting claw in a handshake, they both readily shook their arms before returning to holding their weapons with full focus.


Unlike his latex shotgun, the zoroark had a twin pair of silenced, squeaky and goop-filled pistols.


Both were in too much pleasurable bliss to really pay much attention, or even discuss their situation, instead choosing to continue to follow their set of orders.


While they were best friends, they knew they could talk whenever, even if in this state they never seemed to end up doing so.


Such thoughts were fleeting as their bulges throbbed needily, bodies moving as they rushed to dispatch the remaining resistance members.


Pump, blast, pump, blast, pump, blast.


Each was blasted, bodies slowly becoming covered by latex.


Three by the stairs, two rushing to the door, eight hiding in the basement.


Of course, that was leaving the other fifty four converted by his squad, begging and pleading ignored as they were connected to the system.


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It was clear who had been fully converted as they would promptly stand up, smug permanent grins on their squeaky muzzles, before moving to stand in line with the rest.


Lucario-029393, James, turned back to Zoroark-3304, Jeremy, smug expressions identical as they prepared to speak, not noticing the other squad members crowd around them.


“Kekeke, what a succ-”


In one quick blast, his best friend’s long squeaky hair turned into the unmistakable ‘aura appendages’ off the back of a Lucario’s head.


Further blasts from other squad members splashed into him as Jeremy looked around in shock, body barely able to conceal his blatant surprise as his head frantically looked around.


Moments after, focused blasts giving him more than his fair share of transformative latex, he simply stood up as his pistols changed into a latex shotgun.


Uniform changing to match that of the rest of the squad, he looked back with an identically smug smirk, right paw saluting as he followed the rest of the team into position.


Lucario-103339


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Words could not even begin to describe the horror he felt at seeing his friend utterly wiped of all identity so fast.


Guilt was obvious - He should’ve paid more attention and issued an order to not convert the Zoroark.


…At least he could always undo it.


Finish up this mission, transform him and his friend back, then go onto their next planned idea.


They’d tried this world together as a ‘warm up’ - It had no business being this addictive.


Attention.


Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.


Applying stimulation reward.


Applying credit reward.


Preparing reward simulation.


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Making his way home felt amazing as his bulge throbbed up a storm, banishing any thoughts and living him in an airheaded, affirmed bliss.


He’d done his mission well.


He’d let the squad well.


He’d been a good boy.


Various transport vehicles had arrived to pick them up as they ensured each of the new latex inductees walked in columns, lining up tight inside, before the door shut and drove them off.


Moving onto the transport with his seven squad members, all stood in line, their eyes seemed to briefly swirl as Lucario-029393 found himself in the middle of a reward ceremony.


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Standing before him was his superior, identical appearance and usual smirk visible as a latex pistol was noticeably tied to a belt, ensuring it bounced against his bulge as he moved.


Kneeling down onto his leg, he felt the paw of his commanding officer on his head, patting him as it only increased his bulge throbs even more intensely.


“Good boy.”


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Attention.


Simulation concluded.


One hour break reward authorised.


Applying break stimulation.


Mission assignment will follow.


Most of the mission was remembered as a foggy haze of success and pleasure, the standard ‘reward simulation and stimulation’ ensuring he was left beyond happy and confident in both his role and duty.


If his suit wasn’t tight near the base of the tail, it’d be wagging up a storm.


Enjoying the relaxed bliss before his next mission assignment, it was a prompt walk as he arrived at the computer marked ‘credit vendor’.


Spending a few credits, his ammunition was refilled, eyes looking over the various ‘upgrades’ on offer.


New - Combat-Ready Paw Gloves
Change Weapon Specialisation
Shotgun Upgrades
Reward Stimulation
Reward Simulation


Deciding to get the offered gloves, his credits decreased before two goopy balls fell down.


With a crunch, both were broken as they soaked the entirety of his paws in goopy latex, attaching to his permanent uniform and becoming part of it forever.


Squeezing his paw a bit, endlessly open eyes glancing at it, they seemed almost consistently goopy.


Yet, there was no issue holding his shotgun somehow, the goop seeming to not really react.


Deciding to save it for the next mission, he clicked on the two reward options available as his credits went down, mind and body soon engulfed in total bliss.


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Shotgun blasting out with every pump, his eyes spotted someone trying to charge him as he paw-slapped them across the room.


Their body was converting rapidly as he made sure to hit them with another blast, his squad securing the premises and ensuring none could escape.


Moments later, the new blank, bulged Lucario was moving to type in his remembered code, bulge buzzing as his mind and ears were flooded with repetitive, pleasured and blissful encouragement.


Steel door opening, Lucario-029393 moved to secure the only entrance and exit available, blasting and soaking them in transformative goo as each was converted.


Throwing a few grenades, goopy explosions converting even more, many newly transformed Lucario grabbed onto their former friends and colleagues as the squad moved in to finish conversion.


Attention.


Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.


Applying stimulation reward.


Applying credit reward.


Preparing reward simulation.


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New upgrade purchased,  Lucario-029393-


He kept forgetting his name.


Why did he keep forgetting his name?


Luc…James froze for a few moments, panting heavily before he put his new upgrade to use.


With a bit of a struggle, mind whirring, he pushed his aura into the added vision-attachment, eyes making out every single hiding human as his squad moved in.


…Why did he have twenty squad members?


When did he get twenty squad members?


One of them was his friend.


Oh.


He realised what was going on, eyes staring at the form of a Zoroark, latex and identical to his converted best friend.


This had gone on too long.


He didn’t even remember when his friend had been converted, memories of most missions a foggy, pleasured haze of success and adrenaline.


…He needed to leave.


Now. He needed to leave now.


Looking around idly, he offered the Zoroark a paw up-


The moment those paws made contact, the Lucario’s latex gloves converted his form into another squad.


Before he could remember his plan to escape, too surprised by the transformation of the Zoroark, a ding interrupted his thoughts, pleasure intensifying as his mind filled up with a hazy fog.


Attention.


Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.


Applying stimulation reward.


Applying credit reward.


Preparing reward simulation.


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Bringing his latest upgrade for a spin, he moved his boots up and kicked one of the runners in the chest as his body flew back, struggling to get up.


James, Lucario-029393, eagerly strode forward and made sure to blast him with another burst of goop, eyes making out someone managing to hide behind a portrait.


With an aura-infused kick, their body was sent flying through the wall as he made sure to blast them. Moments after landing, a permanently smirking Lucario stood to attention, blue bulge visible as he moved to help detain any stragglers.


Eyes noticing unexplained movements in the ceiling, he gestured for his squad to secure the area as he flooded aura deep into his boots.


Jumping up, his form burst through the ceiling as he stood up, shotgun aiming at…


A squad of Zoroarks?!


Their muzzles were just as smug, forms latex and bulges visible, uniforms on quite obviously.


His best friend…


How had he forgotten his best friend?!


H-He needed to-


Attention.


Lucario-029393 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.


Congratulations, Lucario-029393.


Lucario-029393 will be transferred to Sector Commander upon mission completion.


Lucario-029391 is issued a promotion owing to an exceptional record.


Congratulations, Lucario-029391.


Lucario-029391 will be transferred to Squad Commander upon mission completion.


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Pleasured buzzing partially emptied out his thoughts, paws holding onto the shotgun as he struggled to think on what to do…


Wasn’t a promotion…Good?


But…He was worried about something…


The Zoroarks were familiar…


His friend was important - He had powers.


He could fix all this, do everything, but…


Wasn’t that promotion great?


Surely it’d feel great to transform new Lucario using not only a squad, but those of the entire sector…?


Yet…Hadn’t he and his friend planned to do something else?


…But they were only doing stuff because it felt good, right?


Reminder


All non-members of Response Team ‘Delta’ are designated as targets for this mission.


Successful completion of this mission grants heightened rewards.


Good Boy, Lucario-029393.


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That direct word-filled reward ended any thought of not following his issued orders.


When his decision was made, the Zoroarks tried to run off, slaps from his paws and a few boot-kicks leaving them in a rapidly transforming pile of pleasure.


One by one, they stood up and saluted, weapons changed into a standard-issue weapon befitting of their new specialisation.


No trace of anything other than smug, conversion-ready squad-thoughts were left in their heads as he moved towards the nearby attic stairs, kicking them down in one solid motion.


Moving down out of that room with eight new squad members following behind him, as they prepared to move back for transport to base, Lucario-029393, James, had no thoughts other than those of doing a good job.


Attention.


Response Team ‘Delta’ has completed their issued mission.


Applying stimulation reward.


Applying credit reward.


Preparing reward simulation.


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Lucario-029393 focused on his work, bulge endlessly stimulated by pleasure which only intensified with every further successful mission.


He’d been issued command of the region’s Squad Teams, voice scrambled and turned synthetic as orders were transferred and backed up by the various lower Lucario working inside the office.


Response Team ‘Charlie’ has completed their issued mission.


Response Team ‘Indigo’ has completed their issued mission.


Response Team ‘Delta’ has failed their issued mission.


Surprise entered his mind at the failure of his former team, eyes looking through the mission report, details showing that most of the humans marked for conversion had escaped.


Though, admittedly, he only remembered the mission reports from his former squad.


Memory-replacement was required for all positions above Squad Commander and so he’d willingly let his mind be rewritten, as per usual.


It’s not like there was anything important in there, after all.


Good Squad Commanders tended to focus solely on their work, and he remembered being no exception.

Outside of his admittedly overzealous spending on ‘upgrades’, the only seemingly ‘individualised’ memory made him chuckle a bit.


Naturally, he knew all Squad Commanders were the exact same before promotion - Nobody would avoid upgrades if they were on offer, after all.


Without even a care, pause or flinch, he pressed onto a nearby red button and issued a liquidation order.


Attention.


Response Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.


Applying stimulation and simulation.


Collection Team ‘Delta’ has been issued a liquidation order.


Applying stimulation and simulation.


Moving to inspect the response teams, he pushed some aura into one of the computers and watched as a liquidation team moved in.


Every bit of uniform was erased from their forms as their minds were wiped entirely blank. Every trace of identity was gone before they were taken to join the handful of newly converted Lucario they’d managed to capture.


As always, they would be inducted in a new role and identity as needed, not that Lucario-029393 particularly cared - His job ended so far as making sure the liquidation order went through.


Pulling his aura back into his body, senses returning, he went back to issuing orders throughout the city. There was not a care in his mind for his former squad.


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