Infiltration
By Limewah
Commission for Flarfenarfle
18+

Clayton Firestick was grinning so widely, it looked as though the top of his head was about to fall off. 
As he stepped into the small dark room in the back of Barb R’s Salon, the Braixen shared his shit-eating smile with all three of his co-conspirators. This was the most packed the place had been since it’d been shuttered. A good spot to plot a breaking-and-entering scenario.
The orange kitsune, dressed in loose robes, rolled her eyes. Utahime was probably the most out of place of the four, at least in terms of her intention. She fancied herself a travelling musician and hero. Something like this seemed beneath her.
The curvy, but bottom-heavy Arcanine with fluffy irish-cream coloured bangs raised two impassive eyebrows above his designer sunglasses. Riley Flamewill should, by all logic, have been trying to disguise his planned crimes a bit better, being a celebrity and all.
The effeminate white-haired skunk was the only one who returned Clay’s smile, his fluffy tail flicking from side to side. By now, Clay had gotten used to the flirting, and was well aware that Calder Withertail was going to probably try to sleep with him by the end of the job. He wasn’t quite as committed to the job.

They were a bunch of amateurs.

They all looked at Clay expectantly. The Braixen had a long roll of dark blue paper clenched in his fist. He stepped towards the large table in the middle of the cramped room.
“So…. Calder, were your chats with the manager productive?”
“Nope.” The skunk shrugged, twirling some little crystals on twine around his fingertips.  “He had no memory of whatever he was made to do there. He was completely blank-brained even before I used my tail on him.”
“Where’s he now?”
“Oh, I sent him off. Once I raided his bank account.”
“Mmh. Just as I thought they might. How about you, Utahime? What did you find?”
“Got a few potential routes in, ones that are less guarded. But let’s save that for later.”
“Love it. And Riley?”
“Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t seem like anyone who works there is a fan of mine. I thought there’d be at least one…”
“Aww, guess you aren’t so popular after all.”
“Watch your mouth,” Riley snapped. 

“Fine, whatever…” Clay shook it off, and re-claimed his cocky confidence. “While you were all futzing around, I did a little bit of research, maybe a li’l dumpster diving, but I hit the jackpot! Get a load of this…!” 
The parchment unrolled only part way, then folded back in on itself to curl back into a tube at the centre of the table. Clay had to reach out and try to crease down the pages, but it didn’t do much. The damn thing kept re-rolling part way.
“You… sure you don’t need a hand?” The kitsune asked.
“NO.” the Braixen witch snapped as he started to hunch and scrabble over the table. 
“I’ve got some putty,” Calder said, helpfully.
“Nopenopenope,” Clay continued, wrestling. “I’m gonna… beat this thing, I swear.”

Riley sighed, snapping his fingers. The large piece of paper finally relaxed into a flattened shape. The layout of the TNK factory complex was revealed to the group, clean and crisp.

Clay looked up at Riley, annoyed and humiliated. He snarked to save face. “Oh, so you can hypnotise paper now? Good for you.”
Riley shrugged. “It’s basic magic. I thought you would have done that yourself by now.”
“Fuck off.” Clay brushed the dust off of his suit. “I’m too good for boring little parlour tricks like that. That’s for actors. Not people who actually contribute to society.”
“Are you covering for the fact that you would probably have set the paper on fire if you tried? Since your magic never seems to work the way you intended it to.”
“Are we done?” Utahime interceded just as the Braixen and the Arcanine were about to stare hypnotic daggers at each other. “I think we’ve got better things to do. Like…”
She gestured at the table again, where the factory’s floor plans were laid out.
“Right, right.” Clayton said. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “First… let’s start at the end!”

He pressed his claw down into the lower left quadrant of the blueprint. “The main factory? It’s all a bunch of assembly lines, building things and taking them apart again. It’s fake busywork. The real factory is underground.This warehouse here has a secret underground level, which I’m pretty sure is where the real magic happens.”
“And remind me -” Utahime heckled, still leaning against the wall. “What’s the magic again?”
“Like I told you before. No idea. Whatever it is, it’s big. And it involves mind control. Clearly something more intense than normal, since Calder got nothing out of his mark. Intense amnesia… that’s hard to do.
“Anyway. I volunteer myself to go down below, and find out exactly what’s going on before I shut it down.”
“For inspiration for your future shenanigans~?” Calder asked. 
“Mmmaybe. Getting in’s the first step. Riley, you could disguise yourself as some down-on-his-luck drifter looking for work. See if you can get on the security team, leave some doors open that you shouldn’t, look the other way, that kinda thing.”
“Easy.”
“From there, I’m going to head down below. But that doesn’t mean you’re just gonna be sitting on your thumbs. Calder, sabotage as much as you can in the main building, maybe even leave a crumb trail for some of the security to follow. And Utahime… you’re gonna love this. The boss’ office is right up top, overlooking the whole thing. I know you wanna be the hero here, you wanna bring him to justice. He’s all yours.”
“Huh.” Utahime’s smile looked genuine. “How sweet of you.”
“Right then.” Clayton said. “Any questions so far?”
To his relief, none of them went up. “Great. Let’s get planning.”

–

Clayton

There’s nothing like a good heist to get the blood pumping. 
A factory full of hypnotised marks and lackeys, and a mass-mind-control apparatus… if I can figure out how to reverse-engineer it with magic, I’ll be basically unstoppable! 
A big, ambitious spell like that might finally be the thing that lets me get this roiling magic inside me under control at last.
It’s like a constant ache inside my torso. Like what I imagine arthritis might feel like, but it’s aching against my ribs and spine rather than my joints. I’d love to be able to at least tamp it down a little. Find out what a normal, pain-free life might be like.
Being able to meet my full potential as a witch is icing on the cake. 

After turning a truck driver into a newt(I meant to put him to sleep, but let’s not dwell on that) and giving Calder his clothes, we could just drive straight through the first checkpoint without any trouble. They didn’t even search the back.
Riley must have managed to get himself on the security team with no trouble. I could only assume; Utahime and I were hidden among all the different crates and barrels full of… well, we didn’t take a peek, but they all had a sorta tangy copper smell to them. Like being in a room full of pennies.
By the time the doors swung open I was close to passing out on penny-fumes. Holding back a cough, I stumbled out shortly after Utahime.
I took a quick ocular patdown of the immediate area. Looked like we were in the right warehouse, among a bunch of other parked vans. The place was empty. Surprising, considering it was the secret nucleus of whatever this operation was… 
It perfectly matched the blueprint in my head.
Calder looked a little bit concerned about something. Or like he was trying to figure out a math problem in his head. 
I didn’t have the time to ask him about it - and frankly I didn’t really care either.
“You okay?” Utahime asked. 
“Uh… yeah, I think so-”
“Good luck, y’all,” I said over my shoulder as I followed my mental map out of the warehouse.

I didn’t meet with much resistance on my way; just a couple of worker-drones with visors and helmets hiding most of their features, but all of them wore very big, tight grins. They seemed too spaced out and absorbed in their tasks to notice me skulking around. 
Fine by me. As much as I wanted to live the fantasy of being a super spy, secretly knocking people out as I went… well, I didn’t want to risk my magic going haywire. 
If things got loud, maybe. But for now, while we had the element of surprise… it was better to keep myself stealthy.
Plus, it was pretty easy to sneak around.
Lots of big, weird, loud machines to sneak by and through, as long as you ignored the ‘WARNING : RISK OF DEATH’ signs.
My mental map didn’t fail. I found an elevator in a corner of the factory floor, with nowhere to go but down. Obviously I wasn’t going to just waltz in and take it myself… it did have a large cage over the top that I could cling onto, and I was pretty sure I could at least manage a cloaking spell without it going haywire.
I slowed my breathing, and I pictured myself as mist. A soft eldritch whisper and a wiggle of my wand later, and my body melted into shimmering nothingness, undetectable by the naked eye. And the robotic eye as well. I think.

I slipped into a corner of the big lift and waited.
I was glad I’d gotten a nap earlier, otherwise I would have risked falling asleep while I waited.
It was a little disconcerting that there was no small talk among any of the mooks who stepped into the lift. No chatter whatsoever. They were single-mindedly involved in their tasks. A good way to keep things under control, I guess… 
Kinda hot too.
But that’s neither here nor there.
They lined up in perfect formation around a large cart of equipment. Orange hazard lights buzzed and spun in the upper corners of the cage before it slowly began its descent.

…What was that smell?
I only got a little whiff of it at first. Mostly masked by the stench of metal and engine oil. But it was a familiar one. A heady musky sort of scent.
It smelled a lot like…

When the elevator exited the shaft, there was still a bit more distance to travel, but I could see what this place’s secret was.
It looked like some kind of puzzle ball made of giant hunks of alloy, with latticed veins of gleaming white tubing wrapped around it. Those tubes splayed off in all directions, towards small chambers attached to the walls around it.
The chambers were about the size of a person.

I tried to keep myself on an even keel, but my heart was thumping. Pumping blood away from my brain and… down towards my dick.
If I had a nickel for every time I came across some sinister plot or device that made me scaroused rather than just scared…
Whatever.

Unfortunately, the closer I got to it, the more turned on I got. 
The tubing attached to each chamber was at… well, it was at crotch height. And it looked like every single pod-person was bucking or squirming against it in some way, their bodies emptying fluid through the chamber and towards the core’s veins.
As soon as the elevator shuddered to a halt, I kept myself hunkered down and back, trying not to make any noise, or huff too loudly…

The workers marched in formation, walking like they were NPCs in a video game following a pre-determined route. They stopped in front of some others, in two straight parallel lines. One of the incoming ones spoke, their voice strangely chipper. Like customer-voice turned up to the highest degree.
“Orgone production will take place in chambers C1 through C5. Please take your places!”
From there, the lines traded places and the just-relieved workers continued towards the elevator.
So they were taking this in shifts, huh…
The smell of sex in the dark cavern was overwhelming. The thick plexiglass coverings on each pod only let me see a silhouette of what was inside each one. I could see their dark forms twitching and bucking, and the slurp of fluid being drawn through the large tubes that were connected at crotch-height to each one. 
Fuck, why do I wish that were me?!
I ignored that hidden desire to self sabotage as I followed behind them. They were marching along the metal walkways in single file, completely oblivious to my sneaking. Seemed none of them had any real spatial awareness. Maybe that was what the security guards were for…
I had to do a cool stealthy takedown on the one at the back. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t.

A quick wand-chop at the back of the neck did the trick, making the unconscious mook sprawl back against me as I quickly scrabbled them down to the floor. The constant background noise of muffled moans and the droning machine kept it mostly masked… 
Riley taught me some quick-change tips, so I was fully suited up in under 10 seconds, and the other goons were none the wiser.
Come to think of it, none of the workers were acknowledging each other; all of them simply marched along the walkway, towards a clutch of open pods.
I could feel their warmth and smell a weirdly sweet sort of chemical smell, like pennies coated in sugar. 
As we got closer, I could see the insides were glistening, pale purple, more like a waterbed or the maw of a monster than a battery. The hatch of each one was translucent, and opened straight up.
No. Down, dick. Down.
It was pulsing in my pants.

Come on, Clay, I thought. Think of a plan. How do you peel off from the rest of the group…?
I could see the empty pods not too far ahead. The pods that they were about to throw themselves into for who knows how long. To get themselves milked dry and feed… whatever that big McGuffin in the middle of the room was.
There was a wide open pod. Waiting for me. 
Almost… made for me. It looked soft and cushiony and wobbly inside, like a water-bed, and that milking thing had a black silicone tip that almost looked like a pair of lips…

…I could probably resist it. Probably. Maybe. Kind of. Sort of. Yeah.
 Clayton Firestick was built of strong stuff. All I had to do was tough out a shift, and then I’d be able to get right back to work.
As soon as I was in the squishy water-bed like pod, and it sealed shut, I realised I fucked up royally.
The cushion beneath me suddenly turned sticky and hard, and my arms and legs were pulled inside it. I gritted my teeth and tried to keep my head together…
Couldn’t. No chance of that. I was fucked… 
In more ways than one.
The gunk beneath me seemed to have a mind of its own, pulling my jumpsuit open and pushing my hips up to put my cock on full display for the nozzle. 
I swear it was smacking its lips. It looked hungry.
The lips of the nozzle hovered just above my cock for only a second. As if it was taunting me. Then it dove down on me and I swear I passed out on the spot for a second or two.
It had only just started on me but I had no doubts.
It was the best blowjob of my life.
The air pressure pushed and pulled at me, each pull tugging my hips forward with the force of a power bottom. It didn’t let up, making my spine curl and my throat spasm. I kept choking out moans and cries, clenching my eyes shut and trying to think of the least arousing thing I could think of. I tried to imagine I was getting punched in the dick…

Heightened emotion detected. 
Pacification engaged.

Pacific- was about as far as the thought got before a mask was shoved against my face.
It smelled… purple. No other way of describing it. Oversweetened medicine-smell pumping into my nostrils and mouth, pushing into my throat and making brain scrambletingle meltybrains???? Mel?ty?br.rrrrr thoughts go brrrrrr

Nice sweet tasty scent breathing more smelly smell make me feel gigglegiggle happygiggle giggl…e..

Thoughts all… melty. Dissolved in the gas. 
Easier to relax. Let my hips buck into the machine and let my mind switch off. 
I’ve lost, it’s easier to admit that I’ve lost.
And when I admit that, I can feel relief. Acceptance.
It’s easier to relax. No more fear, but I will not get too excited too.
Overstimulation of emotional state leads to exhaustion.
Emotions fading.
Thoughts fading.
Neutralised.
I do not need to make anything more than low moans. 
Too much excitement will lead to poorer output. Even, regular climaxes must be encouraged for maximum output of energy.
I am blank.
I am empty.
I am milked.
I power the machines.
I comply.

–

Calder

When I pulled up to the fenced entrance, I kept my eyes peeled for Riley. 
The guards were pretty well bundled up; just skin-tight jumpsuits and tight sleeves for their tails, and pale blue helmets with opaque white visors, almost like motorcycle helmets. Something kinda fashy about the whole thing. It gave me a really bad vibe.
One of them marched towards me with an almost leisurely swagger.
I was feeling more and more out of my depth with each passing moment. Each booted thud against the dirt and concrete sent a shockwave through my body as I gripped the steering wheel and the gear stick tighter. My foot was itching, ready to floor it at any second. As the guard got closer, it was hard for me to tell whether they were more masculine or feminine. Riley was pretty bottom heavy, and this guard looked similarly curvy…
I could see the tail sleeve had a little tuft of fluffy tail sticking out. I recognized it.
Plus I recognized his cologne. 
Phew. He’d gotten in place. That put me at least a little more at ease.

I couldn’t see what was going on behind that mask. I could just barely make out two little glowing lights where his eyes would likely be. 
He simply stared. I stared back. Trying to resist the nervous urge to smile; that’d give things away of course…
One of the eyes flickered. Was that a wink?
“Cleared. Enter.”  Through the distorted, muffled speaker of the helmet, I could tell that it was Riley. Okay. Good. He got in. It was fine.
…Right?
Even so, as I drove on slowly and trundled the truck towards our warehouse, I was still rolling things over in my head. Did I see him wink? Why was he moving so stiffly? Was he just that good at getting into character?
…or did he get brainwashed?
I was distracted by those thoughts, working on autopilot as I got Clay and Utahime out of the back. My excitement, and my interest in robbing this place blind, had evaporated. I couldn’t stop fiddling with my pendants, rolling over those few seconds of contact I had with Riley in my head.
Something was off. I couldn’t place it.

Utahime could read me like a book. She shook me out of my stupor with a hand on my arm.
“You okay?”
“Uh… yeah, I think so-”
“Good luck, y’all.” Clayton was off before I could even say the same back to him.
Gods, he was such a prick… 
“Did something happen with Riley?” Utahime asked.
“I… no, everything went smoothly. Really smoothly. He did a great job. Maybe too good of a job, like… if I didn’t know any better I’d think he’d been brainwashed like the rest…”
“That guy’s got a pretty good head on his shoulders,” Utahime said. “We all do. The only one I’m worried about is that guy.” she thumbed over her shoulder, in the direction Clay went. 
“Should we have even split up…?”
“Where’s this coming from? C’mon.” Utahime gave me another squeeze. I was feeling a bit more reassured. “We know what we’re doing. We’ll be in and out in about half an hour. You’ve done this a hundred times before.”
Not with something like this, I wanted to say. But I kept my mouth shut, smiled, and nodded.

We slipped out of the warehouse and back into the open air; Utahime led the way. Those little hidden passages she’d sniffed out came in handy. 

Once I was alone, my thoughts came back to keep me company. Specifically, thoughts of Riley. Did I imagine that wink? I kept replaying it over and over in my mind, and it continued to nag at me as I slowly made my way towards the security rooms in the main building.
I had a bit of help - one of my crystals, a little mauve teardrop, was perfect for dowsing out that specific electromagnetic frequency.  I kept it wrapped around my knuckles, barely an inch of it dangling down towards the floor. I have to hold it still for a moment before it starts to sway on its own, tugged just a few centimetres towards where the many closed circuit cameras converge. 

Whenever I explain this trick, I always get met with confused ‘what the fuck’ sort of looks. People don’t believe me. Not that I care all that much.
It was easy to sidle out of sight of the cameras, even with a big tail like mine. This wasn’t my first break-in. The odd grunt came across me, but never had the chance to shout for help before my tail did one long, slow, gentle brush across their face, wiping away their worries, their cares and (most importantly) their memories. They seemed to take to it very well too, their minds had already been pretty softened up judging by how deeply and quickly they dropped into trance.

It made my life easier.
However, as I got closer to the security room, I started to see more and more dedicated guards. They were wearing all the same stuff I saw Riley wearing. Dark masks that hid their heads, tight clothes that constricted their tails as well… the whole shebang. The way they moved too was strange. Sort of stiff compared to the sluggish zombie-walk of the regular workers. Their shoulders and hips looked very rigid, and their arms and legs seemed to be locked. They followed very specific patterns too, tight and precise like they were video game NPCs. I guess there were different shades of hypno-control in this place.

…did Riley get mind-controlled too? Or was he just that good an actor?
I never really liked his movies. He wasn’t much of a character actor…
Don’t get distracted, Calder. Stay on task.
I couldn’t get his face out of my head, though…

As I got closer and closer to the security office, I noticed a shadow approaching from behind me, a repetitive marching and a very very soft whirring noise. I caught a glimpse of that tail-puff again, and that familiar physique of Riley’s. There he was. They’d moved him indoors, huh…?
I hurried on before he could spot me and found a place to hide; there was a maintenance closet just off to the side, just big enough for me to hunker inside out of sight.
The closer he got, the more I noticed another sound with his movement. A whirring, and a clunking noise. What was that coming from…?
The door was swung open, and there, staring down at me through the impassive visor was…
“Riley?” I asked, my hands up as I looked back at him.
He reached out a hand for me. He winked again… I think.
I reached up cautiously for his hand, until it surged out towards me and BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-

…ow.

My head was aching and I could smell burning fur, too…
I was being carried over someone’s shoulder, bouncing up and down with each robotic step. I recognized Riley’s smell, just barely underneath the smell of latex and machine oil.
“Wh… what’s with the smell…?” I mumbled. I tried to lift my head, but it was no good. My body was out of commission, and I was going to have to settle for staring at the floor. “R-Riley…? Riley!”
The shock was shorter this time, but it was enough to make me realise I was not getting anything out of him. 
My tail felt like it was able to move, at least a little, though… it might be my only chance of escaping. I managed to lift it and move it just enough to waft its soft fluff along the underside of Riley’s chin. Feather soft, and sweet-smelling. He’d get a whiff of it, for sure, and that might make him wake up. Or at least go under my control.
…Nothing. The hell…?
Riley stopped in place, and turned a full 90 degrees, taking me through a sliding set of doors. I was plunged into darkness when they closed behind us, and I could feel him starting to tilt me forward to set me down.
All I could think to do was grab at him one last time, getting a surge of adrenaline as I grasped hard at his head, underneath the helmet. It was…not… giving way…!
Until it abruptly did, and I was flung back into the chair with the helmet in my hands.
“Oofh…” I looked up.
Riley’s eyes illuminated the room. They were two blank LED screens, no irises or pupils. He still had his ears, some hints of hair, but most of his face was replaced - or encased, I’m not sure which - with alloy plating seams. His face was totally expressionless, almost like a doll, as he looked down at me.
“Wh-what happened…?” I asked.
He still didn’t speak. He took the helmet from my hands and gave me another shock to stiffen me up before strapping me to the hard chair in the dark room.

A screen lit up in front of me almost immediately after, and the most… beautiful thing… ever…

S..t

Arted..t o…
Swirl… in front of me…

Purple and green spirals, twisting inwards and pulling me in, as they danced together. Streams of black and white pumped and pulsed through them like little arteries carrying blood, and they kept me from looking anywhere but the centre of that spiral.

I tried to pull myself away from the screen, but my head wasn’t obeying. It was glued. So I tried to roll my eyes up. They got pulled right back like they were on a tight elastic band. So I tried not to look, tried to go into a soft focus so the pin sharp screen turned blurry.
I had a tough mind. Some stupid little screen wasn’t going to be enough to put me under, I was built tougher than that.
Cold metallic hands clamped around my face and held me still. The tips of the fingers began to pulse with vibrations, sending ripples along the muscles of my face that met in the middle of my head. 
“Comply,” the robo-Riley said. “Comply.”
“Riley…” I tried to protest. “Snap outta it, you’re t-tougher than th…t hi…”
One hand went down between my legs and grabbed my crotch. 
…That’s what the pulsing reminded me of, a magic wand ‘massager’. And it felt…
I couldn’t stop myself from refocusing. 
And as soon as I looked, I forgot why I’d even tried to resist… it felt so good to stare, my mind started to feel all melty and happy and giggly and palsy and dizzy and woozy and look at the s….
Ssswirly…..

No…! 
I try  to resist, clamp my eyes shut, look away as best I can… Robo-Riley pulls away from me, and I sag. Breathing heavily. For just a second, I think I might’ve just won, but…
Something warm and damp presses into my face, and I’m flooded with the scent of…
It’s Riley’s scent. But muskier, spicier, stronger…
Riley’s underwear… h-how did he know I wanted to sniff-
He grabs me again and pulls the underwear tighter against my face. He must’ve… not needed them anymore..
And the scent is so nice I lose my concentration and the spinnyspinny catches my eye again and this time I’m just staring and my eyes are going around n round n round’n roundnroundnroundnnroundnorundnroundnround…spinnyspinnyspinny, pretty spinny,hehehe…
And the hehee giggles get bigger and stronger in my mind and in my cock and Everything goes… PING~!

And I get a big big big smile on my face, big wide grin, face all tight and nice and comfy…
And I do a big cum too! I feel warm cum all over me, oops, on my clothes, hehe… silly me..
“Sorryyy~” I giggle, but the nice robot says nothing. He just takes my clothes off and I giggle and wiggle the whole way, happy to -

The screen switches off, and with it, my mind switches off too.
I go blank.
I still smile.
I am still happy.
But I am quiet and compliant.
I am lead from the room.
I am put into my jumpsuit, and given a helmet.
I am happy to be suited.
As happy as a drone can be.
As happy as a worker can be.
The minimum amount of pride required to be an efficient worker.
The minimum amount of pride to keep a big smile on my face at all times.
I comply. 

–

Riley

“A fire has broken out in the factory. You only have time enough to save a piece of machinery or a pallet of supplies. Which do you save?”
“Uh… Machinery.” I took my time with that answer. I’d already established that my character was slow witted, which gave me plenty of time to think of the right response without causing suspicion. Playing someone a lot dumber than yourself is a lot harder than you think; then again, almost everyone I play is dumber than myself. So I’m a master at it.

My “name” was Simon Dennison. A bog standard dog with brown fur - definitely not a handsome, dashing Arcanine. 
I’m an itinerant, I’ve been travelling across the country in search of short term jobs. No ties, no family, no direction. Exactly the kind of person this shady operation would like to hire. So far, so good.
The interviewer was wigging me out too. The lavender-furred chinchilla barely blinked the whole time, and they didn’t look like their cheeks are hurting even though their big smile didn’t falter at all.
Like they’re wearing a smiling doll-mask. 
It’s very weird.
And these questions…
“Picture a spiral in your head. What colours do you see?”
“R…red and uh… white?”

They made little sense. The questions seemed completely random. I didn’t know what to make of this crap… and was  annoying me more than a scene partner who hasn’t learned their lines. But I pushed the acid down, and stayed in character. 

“Good. Now. Come along.”
I hesitated for just a second - but that’s a second too long for them. The guards on either side of me yanked me out of my seat.
“So, uh… do I get the job?” I asked.
“Come along! The next stage of the interview is this way!”
The guards’ arms felt weirdly cold and hard, and I got an involuntary shiver. I try to resist the urge to use my fire magic to keep myself warm. I don’t want to give anything away, or blow my cover. Not yet, anyway.
The guards got behind me and shunted me forward to follow the interviewer out their side of the room and continue onwards. Deeper into another reach of the factory’s faculty section. 
It was probably a good sign, right? 
I mean, there was no doubt my performance had fooled them. 
“Uhh… what’s gonna happen now?” I asked, slurring my words just a little.
“We will carry out the orientation stage of the interview next!” the chinchilla squeaks, like they’d just told me what the soup special on the menu was. “It’ll be very easy!”
“Uh-huh?” I said, trying to look past the little rodent and see what was ahead as I strolled along. I was constantly getting pushed by the guards, shooting sluggish and annoyed looks back at them. Really leaning into the ‘poor idiot out of his depth’ character. It was a shame no one was going to appreciate my craft.

Oh well.
It was hard to keep a mental map of where I was going, though. I couldn’t really picture the blueprint of the place in my head. But I did see some signs for ‘orientation’ and ‘processing.’ Both of them were going in the same direction, until we came to a crossroads. Orientation to the left, Processing to the right.
The chinchilla made a right turn.
“Uhhh… isn’t orientation the other way?” I asked.
“Your orientation is this way,” they continued. “Based on your results, we think you’ll be best suited as one of our security guards.”

So I had answered right… good start. Now I just needed to make sure not to let myself get brainwashed in some way or another…
We came to what appeared to be a dead end. No signage, no nothing. The guards kept nudging me forward. 
“Hey, uh, am I gonna go through the wall or something?”
“Please step on the X mark.”
I looked down - sure enough there was an X on the floor, just in front of the dead end.
“Why?” I asked. “I don’t like the look of this.”
“Everything will make sense in just a moment. Please step on the mark.”
I wasn’t given any more time to hemm and haw. The guards shoved me onto the X, and my whole body went stiff as coils of electric light wrapped around me and squeezed me tight.
“NNGHH!” my teeth were bared and my eyes were wide, my arms straight down by my side. “Wh-wh…”
“Processing will take approximately 30 minutes. Please enjoy the process, Mr. Flamewill.”

…I’d been made. Fuck!

“Wh…who’s Mr. Flamewill?” I asked, still trying to stay in character.
The chinchilla’s smile was thin, businesslike, and emotionless.
“Please enjoy.”

A loud buzzer sounded, and I suddenly dropped, pulled downwards on the platform into darkness.
“No no no no no!” I pleaded, breaking character, screaming up through the darkness as I rapidly descended, my organs shooting up into my throat before I came to a shaky stop. 
The pitch blackness didn’t last long, as a rolling series of lights came on with loud shunks, revealing a long conveyor belt ahead of me. The lights only revealed so much, but I could see the glints of metal and hear the whirring as some unseen appendages moved in the shadows.
The conveyor belt moved.
The buzzing platform beneath me held me completely in place, arms still stiff by my sides. The only thing I could move was my head. 
“C’mon, c’mon,” I growled, willing my fingers or my toes to move, resist… the right application of flame or a little bit of static in the right place could break me free. But my muscles kept spasming back into position, and when I saw the angry, evil looking needles rear up in front of me, I whimpered with fear, I’m sorry to say.

Not that it mattered for long when they pierced into my neck and pushed in something dark, and viscous, and…. Ooh.
It felt cool. Comfortably cool, like slipping into a warm, strangely thick pool. It swam right into my head, down into my paws, and all around me. Like tiny little tickly fingers massaging my veins and arteries, activating pleasure centres I never even knew I had. 
The cool sensation got stronger as it spread. It calmed and soothed me. 

It was spreading out from my bloodstream, too. Into my muscles, and my bones. The stiffness no longer bothered me. In fact, it began to feel exquisite…
A large slab of metal was lowered in front of me, just in front of my snout. I pushed towards it, my snout resting underneath, my eyes moving towards two holes. It reminded me of going to the optometrist-
The flickers and flashes were too fast for me to comprehend. I knew they were moving faster than the eye could see, but I only got gl… glimpses

Glimpses?
Of wh-
S…side-loading?
Text flowed along, and lights flashed, and my brain felt funny, like something was pushing inside and rubbing it, and…

FORMATTING IN PROGRESS…
Things were vanishing from my memory. I didn’t know what they were, but I knew they were gone. Plays I’d memorised went next, the techniques for breathing and movement I’d honed over a promising young career… then my fears. Losing those was liberating. Sad memories, and phobias, and…
FORMATTING COMPLETE.

I. 

Who…?

What…?

It doesn’t matter. I feel… empty.
Empty feels…
Strange.
Frightening, or comforting.
I know those emotions exist, but I can’t feel them…

INSTALL IN PROGRESS

The emptiness is gone. Thoughts flood into me, too fast to process them. The emptiness was nice, but the thoughts take up comfortable space. Programming. Lines of code. Ways of seeing the world. Understanding who I am. My place. Beamed directly through my eyes and into my brain through the flashing lights on the screens.
The machine is lifted away from me, and I remain still. My face is relaxed.
I see myself in the polished metal.
My face is blank and neutral like a doll’s face. My eyes are open and relaxed. Just beneath my fur, veins of green and violet glow and gleam. Along my temples, inside my ears. And inside my eyes.
The understanding of what is happening to me has been installed in my organic hard-drive with the rest of my programming.
The nanites are re-building and rewiring me, enhancing my organic innards with self-producing alloys.
It would be a pleasurable sensation if I had a need for pleasure.
I remain still and stiff, as the conveyor belt leads me further on to be fitted.
Large plates of dark metallic polymer are pressed against my torso and legs - one piece in front, one in back, and they lock into place around my body.

Clunk. Fizz. Hiss. Drill. My hard exoskeleton pushes my fur in and squeezes me tight. A softer codpiece compacts my bulge into a perfectly round sphere. The nanites make my body pulse with bioluminescence. The organic parts of me will persist for a while longer, but soon all that will be left will be a few hints of my inferior organic self.
Security Drone FW-889 is now online.

When I emerge at the end of the belt, I am given the last piece of my uniform - the helmet that will ensure I remain completely anonymous.
When it is installed, my commands and tasks are immediately installed as well. My purpose is clear.
A large figure stands over me. I understand he is my master and owner.
“Look’it you! Didn’t think I’d bag me a celebrity…”

He rubs the soft chassis between my legs. I do not feel pleasure, but arousal pushes at my codpiece nonetheless. I understand that this is what he wants.
“Mmmh, still as warm as ever. That’s good. We’ll make sure to keep that. Now… why don’t you go ahead n’ tell me just what you were doing?”
My olfactory sensors are overwhelmed. I answer.
“That data no longer exists after the formatting.”
“...ah, shit. Oh well. We’ll just put ya to work and keep our eyes peeled for yer partners.”
“Understood.”
My mission is clear. I will remain at the entrance and scan for intruders. After which I will seek and capture.
As I am sent off and march away towards the entrance to the factory.
My eyes gleam from behind the visor.
No more pretending to be other things, other people. 
I now know my ideal role, and I will never deviate from it.
I comply. 

—

Utahime

Once I peeled off from Calder, I put him - and the others - out of my head. It didn’t matter whether or not the others succeeded. I was going for a decapitating strike; once I’d beaten the crap out of the owner of this place, it’d be easy enough to shut this place down. And I could handle him, no problem.
Problem was, the way to his office was very well covered by security cameras. It was up a long spiral staircase leading to a panopticon style cubicle that stuck out of the top of the building and overlooked the entire complex.
I did have to lie low, at least for a little while; I knew Calder was going to be heading for the security systems and he’d patch me through.

“You’re good to go, Utahime~” 
The skunk’s voice caught me a little off guard; I wasn’t about to nod off but I definitely was zoning out.
“R-right. Cameras all dealt with?”
“Uh-huh…”
“You okay?” I asked. 
“I have never been better~”

That gave me the willies. I felt like I was walking into a trap all of a sudden. But… I’d done that many times before and things had worked out just fine. This was going to be no different. 
I didn’t need to take the stairs the conventional way, obviously. Even if I was just showing off for myself, I scaled my way up by leaping from handrail to handrail, somersaulting and flipping my way up like the expert gymnast I was. 

No resistance either, no guards, no nothing. 
I pushed down my gut instinct that something was very, very wrong.
I was built of strong stuff anyway. Mind like a steel trap, a honed powerful body, and a sharp tongue. I wasn’t going to be laid low that easily.
The office was surrounded by windows - so the boss could be master of all he surveyed obviously. It was a perfect way in.
My wooden clogs smashed through the window as I tumbled into the room and came to a three-point stop. I immediately reared up and pointed at my target.
“Get ready, evil-doer! You’re about to… uh.”

I didn’t know what I expected. A skunk with violet and cream coloured fur and a round, jowly, sneering face. A skuntank, I think…? A pokemon like Riley.
He looked totally calm, not at all surprised.
“Huh, that took ya no time at all. Thought I’d have more time to prepare. Howdy, anyway! I’m Trenton Tank, the CEO of this fine-!”
I wasn’t in any mood for a monologue, and I could feel one coming on. I ran towards him, and he flinched back, his chair creaking under his weight.
“Wait!”
His voice was commanding enough to stop me in my tracks. I felt the urge to apologise, weirdly enough. But I held it back.
“No need to get so fighty so quick!” he laughed. “You’ve already done some property damage.”
He gestured to the window, and the breeze coming in through it. 
“You’ve made your point. So let’s talk. Tell me what it is you’re after. A job? A fight?”
“I’m here - we’re here to take you down!” I struck a defiant pose and pointed at him, squaring off for a fight. 
“We, huh?” He didn’t seem too surprised to hear that. “And just who might this we be?”

Had I just given away the rest of their positions? 

“Because, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one that needs dealing with.”
“What’re you talking about…?”

He snapped his fingers - a sound that made me shiver - and three screens slid down from the ceiling. They all sprung to life, each of them showing…

Clayton was deep in some sort of bondage container, a mask full of smoke over his face and a milker on his erect dick. He looked like he was wearing the scrubs of some of the grunt-workers. He was humping away, his eyes going in different directions. There wasn’t a thought in his head, not that there was much to begin with…
He was pumping and cumming into the milker, and he looked catatonic.

“Would you believe he stepped into one of those things willingly?” the Skuntank laughed. “Not very smart, I’ll say that much. Same goes for this’n.”
He gestured to the next screen. A group of security guards, marching in robotic double-time. The image was kind of grainy…
“Second from the left, that’s yer boy Riley, ain’t it? Check this out.”
He picked up a device off his desk and began tapping and stroking it - I was too surprised to stop him. 
The robot that once was Riley stopped in its tracks, and removed its helmet. It stepped away from the others. His face was covered in glowing circuits. He fished out his cock and started rubbing it, completely unnoticed by all the others…
“And last but not least!” The Skuntank grinned wickedly. The laundry room. A single one of those regular drone workers was in there, taking scrubs and clothing and stuffing them into industrial washers. 
Calder was taking his time sniffing some of the under-shirts and socks… 
“Keeps ‘im compliant!” Trenton laughed. “It didn’t take long to figure out what made him tick, and what would make him a great drone. So, li’l missy, I think that just leaves you…”

Running away was starting to seem like a great option. 
“Don’t bother,” he said, as if he was reading my mind. “I’ll let ya go. But only if you win a li’l game.”
“What sort of game…?” I tried not to look at the screens, or thinkabout what might happen to me.
The prospect is getting me way hornier than I want to admit.

He shuffled his legs behind his desk, and I heard the sound of shoes clattering to the ground
One foot, then the other, emerged from behind the desk and planted on top of it. The purple socks had green spirals embroidered on them, and they barely clung to his massive paws. I could see the outline of his toes, and his pawpads.
I felt kinda hungry…
“What, y-you want a foot massage?” 
“Nah, not quite. But maybe if I win that’s the first thing I’ll have you do. The wager actually involves… c’mere, a little closer now.”

I obeyed, cautiously. As I got closer, I saw that his free hand was between his legs. Was he  -

Yes he fucking was.

He was stroking his dick; how long had he been doing that for?! I was so…
Not disgusted, I mean, shocked, but it was a nice dick…
“Like what you see, huh?” he smirked. He smelled really smoky and tart, the closer I got to him. It was making me feel kinda watery and dizzy.
“So here’s the wager. You’ve got a cute mouth. I’ve got a tasty cock. If you can go five minutes without sucking my dick, not only will I let you go, I’ll do as you want and shut this whole operation right down.”
“Th-that’s it?” I croak.
“Yeah, easy as hell, right? Whatever sinister goings-on I’ve got, you won’t have to worry about ‘em anymore. Just… try not to suck my dick.”

His toes wiggled, and his feet rocked from side to side. The dense fractal spirals on the socks seemed to move and shift with them.
“Like em, right?” he said. “I got em custom made. Expensive as hell, believe me. The timer’s already started by the way.”
“O-oh. Shit.” I returned my attention to his thick cock… he took his hand away and let it just drape against his thick belly. It oozed out some pre cum, making it look shiny like a freshly polished apple. 
I… this was easy, right? All I had to do was not suck him off. I just had to stay where I was, on the other side of his desk, and wait it out. So why was my mouth so tingly, why was I feeling so sweaty, why were my insides starting to burn with need…?
Something about that dick…
It looked shiny. It was glittering as it caught the light, as his body rose and fell with deep breaths… 

It looked delicious. Each time it throbbed, and pulsed out another bit of pre, I felt my heart flutter. A bump-bump with each pump of blood. His stomach was rising and falling with easy, slow, confident breaths. And I was… breathing with him. Breathing him in. The scent of his paws from here, the distracting shimmer of the soles of his socks, drew my attention away. But when the cock pulsed, I locked back onto it again. The task at hand. I just had to keep staring for another minute or two. It felt like several minutes had passed.
Just have to hold out a little more, I thought to myself, digging my feet into the floor. I caught myself leaning on the desk, dangerously close to the feet. But I held my head up, kept my focus between them to stare intently at the tightly sock’d paws.
I felt something wet dollop onto my knuckles. I looked down. I was drooling, when had I started-
Oh right, the cock.
I looked back at it, my heart throbbed in time with it, and I was back on track. I knew I could hold out. I was doing just fine.
The drool was nothing to be worried about. I just had to keep focused on the cock as it throbbed, and swung back and forth, back, and forth… back… n’ forth…
I was pressing into the desk, my snout almost exactly between the socks. 
They were giving off a lot of heat, like a pair of blankets, still warm from a night’s sleep.
Sleepy, yeah… I felt a bit sleepy.
They smelled kinda nice, the more I smelled them, and they made my head all tingly and my crotch really warm. They were…
Nngh!
I shook my head and pulled back as much as I could, gritting my teeth.
“You doing okay there?” the skunk asked. If I wasn’t intent on winning this bet, I would have gone to kick him in the face. “You’re struggling…”
“I can handle it,” I said, my voice cracking as I tried to ignore the warmth between my legs. “I’m n-nearly done anyway, right…?”
“Mmmnh, how long do you think it’s been?”
“Definitely at least four minutes,” I said. It had felt at least that long. I was keeping track of the seconds in my head, I was pretty sure of it.
“As of now,” he said, checking his watch. “It’s been about 40 seconds.”
“F-forty?!”

The realisation hit me like a freight train.
“N-no way, that’s not… c-couldn’t be…”
I thought I had way more time.
I knew I couldn’t fight this forever. That cock looked so good, so tasty, and the socks smelled so nice, and they were so swirly, and I… I needed to…

“It’s okay if you wanna give up, girlie.” He started stroking my head with his foot. I chittered and mewled like an idiot, and I could feel more drool on my paws as I lifted myself onto the table, belly first. Starting to shuffle towards it.
“N…not gonna… g-give up…” I said. I didn’t believe myself anymore. I needed that dick. So bad. All I wanted was to suck it. There was an emptiness in my mouth, and the cock would fill it. 
His strong-smelling thighs spread as I shuffled further, until my head was at his end of the table. Looking straight down, almost touching his fat skunk gut, looking at the pendulum cock as it took my gaze back and forth. Wiping away my thoughts, and what little remained of my resistance. The warmth and texture, it was so close I could taste it, and I wanted to, so, so badly, it was taking every ounce of willpower not to just choke myself on it…
“Do you give up?”
“I…unhg…”
He wiggled his cock, and my thoughts jumbled and rattled like a box full of dice. I shook my head along with it, my eyelids fluttering - not quite able to close, but not able to open either. My vision was going dark and bright and dark again, except for the beautiful, shiny, hypnotic dick…
“I…”
“You?” 
“I…” One bit of drool hit his cocktip. Mingling with his pre- fuck, his pre cum probably tasted so good…!
“You what?”
“I g-...give up!” I cried out, letting the floodgates loose. “J-just let me have it… let me have that dick! Please…!”

“Well then.” the skunk laughed. I laughed along with him, not sure why, maybe it would help me get to suck his dick faster…
He pulsed his dick and snapped his fingers, and my thoughts went pop-

And then there was nothing left. No plan, no ambitions, no thoughts. Just me, my mouth, and the dick. Gosh I needed it so bad…
He pointed down between his legs, underneath his sagging chair. I nodded quickly.
“Yessir, yessir!” I scrambled over the table to fall head over heels beneath the desk. His scent, his greasy fur, it all washed over me and he didn’t stop me from pushing my nose against his cock and I-

-I suck him obediently, as always. No matter how much I suck him, his dick always has that tasty tang. It’s always pouring tasty sticky stuff down my throat, and when that happens, he calls me a good girl. Sometimes he even takes one of his socks off and drapes it over my face, to let me stim off his scent while I stay tied to his dick. That bare foot goes down between my crossed legs, so I can massage the soft sweaty soles. Just as he likes.
I’m so good at my job. I’m good at pleasuring Boss while he works. I’ve got a perfect mouth for the job.
Sometimes people come in to talk to him, or he talks on the phone. I tune it out entirely. Out of sight, out of mind. I don’t need to know his business, it’d be silly of me to want to!
I have everything I need right here, between his legs. His musky paws, his gushing dick… I don’t want anything more. Can’t even imagine wanting anything more.

How did I get here? Was there a bet or something? Were there others…?

I don’t care. I’ve got my Master to look after.
I comply.

We all comply.

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