Trust
Note: This story assumes that you have read Richard the Solgaleo's bio as the first 'official' story, being a mix of a biography and origin story. Read that first if you haven't already to understand most of what goes on here and how this setting came to be.
"So, who's the new guy that came in at like… the crack of dawn?"
Two of the prisoners were out-and-about in the courtyard, permitted by a guard for morning exercise along with a number of other Pokémon. They had just finished a few rounds of basketball, stopping for a drink.
"Beats me." A Feraligatr replied to the Incineroar that had asked the question. "He seemed pretty timid coming in."
The Incineroar had to laugh at that. "Hope the poor bastard didn't get on the Warden's bad side."
The Feraligatr shuddered. "Yeah… a few people I knew in my gang had… that… on their records. Never saw them again. Good riddance, though."
"Looks like we'll find out for ourselves. His group seems to be coming into the courtyard for their rounds."
Drinking their waters, the Feraligatr and Incineroar saw the 'new guy' coming in along with another number of prisoners. Most of the other prisoners scattered and went to talk to with friends or jog on the pathway around the courtyard or something else to entertain themselves. But the new guy, a Granbull, seemed to stay where he was… sweating rather nervously.
"Come on, Ben. Let's say hello." The Feraligatr suggested.
The Incineroar rolled his eyes. "Oh… all right, Chase."
Ben the Incineroar and Chase the Feraligatr approached the timid-looking Granbull. Given that Ben and Chase had quite the muscled bodies and scars from more than a few gang fights, the Granbull was… only a few steps away from fleeing. Ben just laughed.
"Relax, pal. We're a lot of bark, but not much bite these days." The Incineroar assured.
The Granbull blinked. "R-Really?"
Ben chuckled. "We're a little tough around these parts. I got caught and thrown in here for two murders and being a drug cartel."
Chase smirked. "Least that's something I have over you. THREE murders and being a drug cartel."
Ben groaned. "Oh, come on. You stole that last kill from me when our client couldn't pay up."
Chase gave the Incineroar a playful pat on the back. "Don't worry. You'll stop being salty over it someday, Benny."
The Granbull felt a surge of confidence. These guys seemed pretty hardcore, and maybe he'd be just as hardcore for bragging about his own crime.
"That's pretty hardcore. And uh… my name's Gavin." The Granbull said. "But what I did was pretty hardcore, too."
"Come on." Ben chuckled, looking at the Granbull. "What's more hardcore than murders and drug trafficking?"
Gavin smirked. "Yeah? Well, I raped and killed a kid! That's gotta be more hardcore, right?!"
Ben and Chase went dead silent.
"…Guys?" the Granbull said in concern.
"…Hope you had a nice life." Chase finally said.
"…W-What do you mean by that?" Gavin said, back to being timid as before.
Ben sighed. "Look. I'm a criminal. It's not exactly fair for me to judge another criminal on their actions. But raping and killing a kid? That's just… low."
"…So that doesn't make me hardcore?" Gavin gulped.
"You'd be lucky if you'd get to be the prison bitch." Chase growled a bit. "Besides… that kind of crime gets the Warden pretty damn pissed."
"…It's not like sexual assault is a new crime." Gavin grumbled a bit. "Why that one in particular?"
"Can't say I know why that crime in particular gets the Warden particularly pissed off." Ben admitted. "When he finds out, you won't live to see the next day. No rapist ever does."
Gavin clenched his fists. "Look, we're both criminals! I don't see how you're any better than me!"
Ben sighed. "Because I don't rape kids. Simple as that, really. Come on, Ben. Let's get out of here and get back to shooting some hoops."
Chase growled again, before stopping. "Oh, fine. Need to get my mind of this asshole anyways."
The Incineroar and Feraligatr walked away, leaving behind a confused Granbull. "W-Wait! What does the Warden do with…"
Aaaaand they were gone. Two haunting questions remained in the Granbull's mind. Who was the Warden? And… what would he do with him?
"Mmm… come on, Landon… don't grope my peaches, they're too innocent…"
A Lunala got a chuckle out of hearing this from her sleeping husband, standing at the bed and watching the amusing scene. Of course, this Lunala was Elizabeth Samuels, and the wife of the famous Angel Island Prison Warden, Richard Samuels the Solgaleo…
…Who was currently cuddled up in his sheets like a big giant kitty cat.
"Ohh… you are really sexy in that gimp suit, Landon… get over here and let me spank you…~"
Elizabeth had a playful smirk. Though she was definitely happy in her marriage to the Solgaleo, it was rather hilarious to see her husband fantasize about an admittedly sexy co-worker in his sleep. She had jotted down a number of these fantasies that the Solgaleo would talk about in his sleep, with Richard unaware that such a journal of his sexy dreams existed.
"Honey…" Elizabeth chuckled. "You need to wake up for work. Go put Landon in a gimp suit over there."
Richard shot up at this, hair standing on end like a freaked out cat. "E-E-Elizabeth! I-I uhh… I was just mumbling nonsense! I don't know what I'm saying in my sleep!" he claimed, trying to cover it up… poorly. Despite being pretty confident on the job, Richard tended to be more timid around his wife.
"Look, honey. It's Landon. You said it yourself, he can make the straightest of men gay, and you're no exception. I've met him. I don't exactly blame you." She laughed.
Richard sighed. "Landon is the only living being that has ever made me question my sexuality."
"I'm sure he's done that with ALL of the guards there. Now go on, take a shower, and get dressed. You've got work. I can put you into a gimp suit tonight if that's any consolation."
Richard looked at Elizabeth, almost uncomfortably, and sighed. "…I know you want to Dom me, Elizabeth. But I'm not sure how comfortable I am with that yet. I don't usually… interact with women sexually, given my job…"
Elizabeth walked over to the bed, sitting next to her husband. "Richard, I trust you when you Dom me, right?"
"…Yes."
"So please trust me to Dom you. I trust you more than anything, and I sincerely want to be on the top for once. Whenever you're ready, I'm willing to Dom. I want us to be comfortable in both positions." Elizabeth assured.
Richard was silent for a moment. "…I suppose I'm not really over my sister, then. I've never let a woman top me since… It's honestly pathetic that I wouldn't have a second thought to letting even Landon Dom me, but when it comes to my own freaking wife, I can't even…"
"Richard…" Elizabeth tried to comfort, hugging her husband.
"Sorry, Elizabeth. I gotta get ready for work…" he sighed, though he gave her a kiss as he went into the bathroom to shower and dress for work for the day…
Richard's arrival at the prison was uneventful. He took 10-hour shifts for the job, usually from 10:00am or 11:00am to 8:00pm or 9:00pm. Being the Warden, he had the longest shifts.
And the most difficult prisoners.
However, he decided to arrive early today at 9:30am. Not to clock in early to receive extra hours, but moreso to talk with someone on the staff.
"Is Jacob on shift yet?" the Solgaleo asked a Kommo-o who seemed to be taking his break to have breakfast. The Kommo-o's eyes seemed tired, probably as a result of taking a graveyard shift.
"Yeah." He said. "He was on an hour and a half ago. He should be in his office… let me guess, having some trouble with the wife?"
Richard looked away in embarrassment. "Yeah… something like that, Derek."
Derek rubbed his head. "You're lucky he's available. Being a psychiatrist in a prison full of criminals is not a job I would want."
"Me neither."
The Solgaleo was already in his tight rubber Warden uniform for the day, so he at least didn't have to worry about changing before his shift as he headed toward Jacob's office…
Jacob the Arcanine was a busy Pokémon himself. He had just finished organizing the many, MANY psychological profiles on the criminals in the prison as well as the guards' profiles. Given the type of job it was, it could be hard on the psyche, and Jacob's job was to ensure that the prisoner had healthy and sane minds… at least, the ones that had the capacity to be healthy and sane, and excluding drones.
A knock on his door got him to jump up in the air a bit.
"Jacob? May I speak with you?"
The Arcanine sighed in relief, opening the door. "Sorry about that, Warden Richard. You startled me a bit. Any assignments you need to give me?"
"Actually, no… I just wanted to talk. Not as Boss and employee… but as counselor to… counselee, I guess."
Jacob nodded. "You're probably the only official Guard here that has more baggage than the prisoners."
"Yeah… lots of baggage."
Richard sat in a chair across from Jacob's desk. The Arcanine already had a notebook out with a truckload of notes about Richard and his psyche.
"What is it that you need to talk about?" Jacob asked.
Richard sighed. "Probably the stupidest thing I've come to you for yet… but I've had a recurring issue with my wife."
"Like a fight or…?"
"No, there's been no quarrels. It's more that… I haven't been able to satisfy her sexually. She's fine with subbing, but she genuinely wants to try Domming me and… well, you know my trauma there."
Jacob nodded, noting the sexual issue. "Your previous trauma with your older sister makes you afraid to sub to another female, I've noticed. You seem to be OK with subbing to other guards within the prison… but when the idea of subbing to a woman comes up, you can't really handle it."
Richard felt like physically beating himself up. "It's stupid, I know. Elizabeth is my wife. I KNOW that I can trust her. I'd put my life in her hands… but not the leash."
Jacob sighed. "Richard, it's not stupid. I know it's hard for you to swallow, but major childhood traumas don't just magically heal themselves."
Richard held his head down. "But I WANT to be able to sub to my wife. If I can easily sub myself to freaking Landon without a second thought, I should be able to trust my wife at the same level!"
Jacob noted this, before speaking up again. "I may… have an idea."
"What is it?"
The Arcanine handed Richard a pair of plastic handcuffs. It looked like the kind of toy you'd get from a carnival, made from flimsy plastic that Richard could easily break through.
"You two need to start simple. You can't just jump straight into the hardcore stuff, given your trauma. This is just a very simple pair of handcuffs. Plastic, comes with its' own key, and easily able to be broken out of. Tonight, you start simple with her, and let her cuff you with these."
"…What does this accomplish? I could easily break out of these." Richard said, a bit confused.
"The point is that we start small with trust in bondage. This is less about any pleasure between you two and more about establishing a starting point of you being able to sub to her. These cuffs aren't as threatening as something like a gimp suit. You let her cuff you… comfort you… re-assure you that she'd never hurt you. You start here and build up gradually."
Richard took the cuffs, slightly nervous but… he accepted them. "…I need to do this for her. Thank you, Jacob."
Jacob nodded, smiling. "Hey, it's my job. But I mean it when I say to start simple for a while with her. I don't want you to make a dramatic jump and for any intense fear or trauma to suddenly trigger. Hence, the flimsy handcuffs."
Richard opened the door, about to head out, still holding the handcuffs. "Jacob… I honestly don't know what I'd do without you."
Leaving the office, he stored the plastic handcuffs into a large backpack he brought with him containing various things he used. As Richard zipped up the pack, he noticed the time.
10:05am.
"Crap."
He quickly headed over to the log-in terminal, officially clocking himself in and beginning his day.
What Ben and Chase had said to Gavin had haunted the Granbull.
"…I won't live to see the next day?" he gulped, being escorted back to his cell by one of the guards, Derek the Kommo-o. All of the other prisoners were already back in their cells, and he was being taken past where the normal cells were. Some of the other prisoners were peeking out of the cells, talking to each other.
"Derek's taking that Granbull to the solitary cells? What do you think he did?" pondered one prisoner.
"Could vary, but it's gotta be pretty bad to land there." Said his cellmate.
"Rape? Mass murder? Terrorism?"
"Suppose it doesn't matter what it is, really. He's a goner."
Hearing that unnerved the Granbull greatly. He looked to the Kommo-o escorting him, who wasn't really looking at him.
"M-Mr. Derek?" Gavin said timidly.
"OFFICER Derek to you." The Kommo-o grunted.
"R-Right… Officer Derek, umm… s-something's going to happen to me… isn't it? Something bad?"
"…Knowing your crime, I'd say yes. It would be something very bad."
"…Um… what would that 'something' be?"
Derek was silent, not saying a word until Gavin was locked into an isolated cell. "I'm only going to say this once. The Warden does not look kindly upon sexual crimes. Especially crimes like yours. Truth be told, he's going to drone you."
"…Drone… me?"
Derek looked away dismissively from the Granbull. "Drone you. Turn you into a mindless rubber object. Erase any memories you have and leave you as a rubber shell. Don't know what kind of drone he'll make you. Maybe a police drone to help the Unova Police Force. Or maybe you'll just be a janitor drone and clean up the prison for the rest of your life. I don't really care. Point is, you can say good-bye to all of your free will."
Gavin was horrified to hear this. "D-Drone me?! Lose all my memories?! That's… that can't be humane!"
"You could say that, but what you did wasn't exactly humane, either. If I were you, I'd try to enjoy the last moments of free will that you do have."
Derek then left the isolated cells without another word, leaving the Granbull alone to think about everything the Kommo-o said…
Richard sighed as he looked at the profile of the first prisoner he was supposed to check up on.
A male Mawile. His crime for landing in here seemed to be for 'murder' of a 'high-ranking political figure' during a 'Mega Evolution rampage'. Richard didn't have a hand in how trials were performed, but he did know of the potential side-effects of Mega Evolution. Specifically, if one was unable to control their power, they could easily go berserk.
And he also knew that the Pokémon often had no control during their 'rampage'.
He had a feeling that this one wasn't what it appeared to be on the surface, heading over towards the Mawile's designated cell. His roommate was a Greninja, still asleep and not called outside for anything.
The Solgaleo opened the cell, startling the Mawile that had been looking dejected and sulking.
"You're Akio, right?"
"Y-Yeah…" the Mawile muttered.
"I checked your profile. You know what you're in here for, right?" Richard clarified.
Akio sighed. "I know… but it was an accident. I had bought a Mega Stone, and I knew some of the side effects, but I thought I could control it… guess not. Everything that happened between activating the Stone and waking up in a pool of blood is completely blank. I'd never… actually try to murder someone."
Richard scratched his beard a bit. "Well… this is the first sort of incident you've ever been involved with. Other than that, your record is spotless."
Akio looked off to the side. "What's the point in debating this, anyways? I'm in here for life. The specifics don't matter anymore."
The Solgaleo had some suspicions. "These kind of Mega Evolution rampages have happened before, but normally, you'd get sent to a regular jail. Not here. Who was the figure you murdered?"
"I only found out after the fact. Pigma Pointman. A Grumpig. Didn't know who he was before, apparently some sort of congressman in the Unova region. I don't know, I'm not big into politics."
Richard sighed. "I've heard the name. Tried to pass some very… questionable bills for the Unova region. Of course, they never left the Unovian Senate, but the jury and judge probably deemed it a higher crime because it was a Senate member that was murdered."
"…Like I said, there's no point in debating this. Case closed. Stuck in kinky jail for life because I couldn't control a Mega Stone."
Richard had to admit. He felt sympathy for this guy. Normally, the people that land in here are people that did something truly awful to deserve it. But this guy? Just someone that couldn't control his Mega Evolution and ended up on the wrong side of politics.
"…I'll do what I can to make your stay here as comfortable as possible for you." The Solgaleo promised.
Akio gave Richard a very soft smile. "…Thanks."
"Hey, Richard."
Richard heard the familiar voice, seeing Derek the Kommo-o approach the cell he was in. "Oh, hey Derek. Don't you have other prisoners to look over?"
"Yeah, I do. But I just wanted to ask if you had seen Landon. He and I are supposed to manage the second group of prisoners heading out today in the courtyard for exercise. I already brought my first group back in."
Richard thought for a moment. "I think he just started his shift. He told me last night that 'first thing in the morning, I plan to give that Zangoose a special visit'."
"That Zangoose…" Derek thought… before coming to a realization. "…Wait. Why would Landon go check on a homophobic murderer if he's gay himself?"
Richard smiled softly. "Makes plenty of sense, actually. Landon told me it was a bit like… karmic justice."
Meanwhile…
"Morning, Oscar. Have a good night's sleep?"
Landon seemed to be pretty jovial for visiting a famous homophobic murderer. This Zangoose was particular infamous for using his position as a school counselor to gain information on young boys that needed to confide in someone about their sexuality. With that information, he would kidnap kids from elementary school to high school, kill them, and dispose of their bodies cleanly and effectively. Said he was doing the world a favor in his trial by ridding the world of such unnatural filth. Obviously, the jury and judge didn't see it his way and gave him a life sentence in the infamous Angel Island Prison.
The Zangoose scowled at the thong-clad Silvally that came into his cell. Trapped in a horizontal rubber cocoon after lashing out at him before, he couldn't make any movement to claw or injure the Silvally that he also saw as filth. "Shut up, faggot."
Landon rolled his eyes. "Had you said that 30 years ago, I might have been hurt. But it's not 30 years ago. It's now."
Oscar groaned. "Congrats, you can tell time. Just get the scolding out of the way, and let me go back to sleep."
Landon laughed at this idea. "Heh. You think I came all the way here just to scold you? Honestly, that wouldn't even be worth my time. No… you've been here a year and haven't changed a bit. So I've decided to get a little more… hands-on."
"If you think I'll let you plow your dick into my ass, you've got-"
"Oh no no no. Nothing like that. Even THAT would be letting you off easy." Landon dismissed. "No… you're going to understand just what it really means to be, as you put it, a 'faggot'."
Landon approached the bound Oscar, who was fidgeting in his binds. He really didn't like the sound of what Landon meant by that. Landon smirked, carefully placing his ass above where Oscar's bulge would be, turning to face the Zangoose. This didn't amuse him.
"What, you going to sit on my bulge until I get horny or something? You'd be here a while."
"No… not quite." Landon smirked almost sadistically, pulling something out of his pocket. A sweaty, smelly rubber jockstrap. The Zangoose's face grimaced at the scent.
"W-What the hell is that?!" Oscar yelped in fear.
"The jockstrap I worked out in yesterday. Like it or not, I'm going to get you very addicted to my manly musk. To the point where you'll be begging and pleading for it. Like a true 'faggot'."
Oscar squirmed even more as Landon brought the jockstrap close. "N-No! Get that thing away from me! It completely.. GRMMMPH!"
Landon smiled, securing the tight latex jockstrap around the Zangoose's face. He carefully wrapped it around so that no amount of squirming would shake it off. It covered his entire face, his nose cringing from the awful scent.
"It's a very addictive musk." Landon chuckled, the ultra-buff Silvally now rubbing his ass against the Zangoose's bulge. "And you wouldn't be the first homophobe I've turned into what they hate most."
Oscar whined, begging to have it taken off. The scent was so strong and powerful… but it smelled awful! The Zangoose kept thinking to himself… "I'm not a fag... I'm not a fag…"
Yet… Landon could feel the slightest movement of a bulge starting to quiver underneath his ass. The Silvally capitalized on it, grinding his ass more and more on Oscar's bulge. This started quite the war inside Oscar's mind, whimpering as he wanted it to stop… but… only partially.
"Not a fag, not a fag…"
"It does feel kinda… NO! I'm not a faggot… I'm not…"
"Why do I feel so… NOT A FAG! NOT A FAG!"
Oscar was slowly getting musk-drunk on Landon's musk. Landon knew that it was inevitable. His musk had made even the straightest of men gay. He never misused his musk's potent power… but there was a sweet, sweet feeling of karma to use it on the worst of the homophobes… especially those that would stoop to the crime of murder.
Oscar's whimpers got more and more desperate until… he started to moan.
"That's it…" Landon thought sadistically to himself, exploiting the moment of weakness. Now, he sat his throbbing musky bulge on top of Oscar's face, right in front of his nose and powerful enough to smell through the jockstrap wrapped on the Zangoose.
"Inhale my musk." Landon ordered. Oscar whimpered, not wanting to… but he obeyed. He inhaled Landon's musk straight from his bulge. And… was he really starting to…?
"Don't deny it anymore." Landon said, almost soothingly and reassuringly to Oscar. "You've denied it for so long. You are truly what you despised for so long… aren't you? Isn't that what you are?"
Landon started to thrust his bulge more into Oscar's face. Oscar's own bulge started to throb insanely as he couldn't stop inhaling the powerful musk.
"N-Nmmph…~" he whined, so pathetically… so close to breaking.
"Acknowledge the truth. You are what you hate. You're a faggot. You killed others so you didn't have to face the truth. But it's time to come to terms."
Landon continued this for almost half an hour, with the Zangoose's mind deteriorating faster and faster. The thrusting, the throbbing bulges, the powerful musk… it was too much for Oscar's mind to take. And finally… he broke.
"MMMPH! PPPMMMPH! MMMPPHHH!~" Oscar moaned out loud.
Landon chuckled, taking off the jockstrap and his bulge from Oscar's face. "…What was that?"
"I… I… I'm a faggot. Please… I need it. I need your manly musk. I… I love it so. It makes me so horny… Please… more…"
"…A criminal like you deserves nothing." Landon growled.
"I… I know." Oscar started to cry. "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve something as glorious as your musk because of what I did. But… please! It's my life force! I can't live without it!"
"Then… a bargain."
"Y-Yes! Anything!" Oscar pleaded.
"I give you many canisters of musk to inhale every day… as well as other guards… but in exchange, you will be permanently sealed in chastity. You will never release your pleasure again, as consequence for what you've done to those kids. This is a generous offer. I could just never give you my musk again."
"N-no! Please!" Oscar sobbed. "I need the musk! I-I-I'll take the permanent chastity! I just need your musk!"
Landon smiled, standing up and off of the Zangoose. He started to walk away. "N-No… MASTER!"
"We'll start tomorrow!" Landon laughed, locking the cell door and leaving the Zangoose by himself. The homophobe from before was gone and replaced with a needy and horny slave. He had become the 'faggot' that he had hated for his whole life. Using only his musk, Landon had changed Oscar permanently… and for the better.
"…This next guy looks like a real bastard." Richard scowled, looking at the next prisoner due for a check on his schedule. But that scowl soon turned into a sadistic smirk. "…At least that makes punishing him all the more fun.~"
Richard the Solgaleo resumed his tedious yet satisfying rounds in Angel Island Prison. Tedious because he always got so many prisoners, but there was still a strange satisfaction of knowing most of the criminals had gotten their just desserts. Dronifying prisoners certainly never got old.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, Richard was a bit of a sadist. He took an unhealthy amount of pleasure from dronifying criminals, even if they were horrible people.
The next guy he was going to visit was likely going to meet his personal qualifications for droning, having the rape and murder of a child to his name and several counts of aggravated assault. He finally came up to the cell.
"Gavin the Granbull."
But the Granbull seemed to be curled up into a corner, holding his knees together and crouching on the floor… sobbing. Richard entered the cell, approaching the prisoner.
"Get up." Richard growled.
Yet… the masculine Fairy-type just didn't stop sobbing. "I-I'm so sorry, Officer Richard. I know I don't have any right to ask this, but… please don't turn me into a drone."
Richard rolled his eyes. "The evidence is clear-cut and the murder was intentional. I have no sympathy for scum like you. You're less than the dirt on my boots."
"…I know. But… please listen to me."
"…Fine. I'll amuse you." Richard said, unimpressed by the attempt at sympathy.
"…I regret everything. I regret it all. There's no justification for what I did, and I deserve this kind of punishment. But I'm… I'm horribly immature and have a rash temper. I was so angry being mocked as a 'girly' Fairy-type for the millionth time. That's no justification, I know. But… please, Officer Richard. I know… I know what happens to rapists here… and it scares me. I… I want a chance to change. I don't expect to leave here, and I deserve that. But… let me keep my free will. P-Please. I'm so sorry…"
He was sobbing insanely. There was no doubt in Richard's mind that this Granbull was sincere in his repentance and desire to change.
It was a shame that Richard didn't care.
"Up." Richard commanded.
But the Granbull didn't follow the command. He just kept begging. "P-Please, sir. I don't want to-"
Richard had enough at this point. He shot his paw out, with liquid latex emerging from the air and splatting onto the crouching Granbull, keeping him bound in place. The Granbull could only whimper out as the rubber that hit him started to cover his body.
The Solgaleo set his paws on Gavin's face, about to make the final alterations. "Any last words?" Richard smirked, getting an almost disturbingly sadistic pleasure out of this.
Gavin just kept sobbing, knowing that it was hopeless.
"Lame. I was hoping for something original. Oh well.~" Richard shrugged, activating his rubbermancy powers once more and forming a heavy rubber helmet onto the Granbull's head. Gavin still cried out as the black substance formed around his head… until he was enclosed in total darkness with nothing but the scent of rubber to keep him company.
"Installing Police Drone Protocol." An odd masculine voice spoke into Gavin's head. Confused for just a moment, he suddenly felt overwhelmingly powerful suggestions creep into his head. Well, it might be more accurate that they were powerful commands pounding themselves into his head. He shook his head as it started to hurt, like someone was literally hacking into his mind and rewriting his brain.
"You are Police Drone#551. You are assigned to the Unovian Police Department, to fulfill your new life in serving justice." It spoke, calmly at first. But the voice still commanded powerful authority.
Gavin tried to shake his head, trying to hold onto his memories… but the knowledge of his identity just kept slipping out of his grasp.
"I…I'm…" the Granbull tried to speak to his mind. "I'm Gav-"
"Your previous identity is no more. It does not exist anymore. You will fulfill your new duty as Police Drone#551. You will serve for justice."
Another mental shock to the Granbull's mind. He still didn't want to be a Police Drone… but his name seemed to be gone from his knowledge.
"I'm not a police drone!" he tried to scream to his brain. "I'm… I'm… uh… I am…"
What WAS his name? He desperately tried to recall it, but his memory kept turning up blank. He had to have a name! Some form of identity!
"Accept your identity. You are Police Drone#551. You serve for justice, always wearing your thick rubber cop uniform. Wearing a hood to conceal Police Drone#551's face. Because your identity underneath the rubber does not matter."
The Drone shuddered. "I… I'm a… drone?"
The Drone didn't want to truly believe he was a drone… but any sort of previous identity of himself didn't seem to exist. And here he was, being offered a new one. Drone wasn't sure if he should feel… ashamed of himself for trying to reject the identity the Police Drone Protocol was giving him.
"You are a Drone." The dominant and masculine voice affirmed. "You are Police Drone#551. You always protect and serve the people… always on Police Drone duty for every day, every hour, and every minute of your life."
The Drone groaned out again. "I am… I am Drone… I am Police Drone#551…"
"You serve the people."
"I… serve the people…"
"You serve for justice."
"I… s-serve for justice."
"You are assigned to the Unovian Police Department."
"I am assigned to the Unovian Police Department."
"You are always in uniform."
"I am always in uniform."
"You are always on duty."
"I am always on duty."
"You are Police Drone#551."
"I am Police Drone#551."
On the outside, Richard smirked as the former Granbull was completing his reprogramming. This part of his job NEVER got old.
"You'll stay here for right now. You'll be taken to the police station and registered there by the cargo transporters tonight." Richard ordered.
"Understood." Police Drone#551 stated, saluting to his current 'Officer'.
Richard gave the Police Drone a pet on the head, which it seemed to appreciate, before resuming his duties for the day…
But eventually, night fell and Richard hit the end of his shift. He was already on the short drive home from the pier that he left his car at when he takes the boat to work. Back on the mainland, everything the psychiatrist told him at the prison rang in his ears… thinking back to the plastic cuffs he put in his bag.
"…He's got a point…" the Solgaleo thought to himself. "…I just hope I can do this."
Richard parked his car into the driveway, turning off the ignition. He smiled a bit, looking up at the house. It wasn't anything fancy or opulent, but it was still a very nice and comfy home. Ever since he went to live with his adoptive parents after the court ruling, Richard developed a bit of a disdain for the overly extravagant.
He picked up the bag with his other tools and the plastic cuffs in it, taking his keys to unlock his house door. But… curiously, it was already unlocked when he attempted to do it himself.
"Strange… Elizabeth usually leaves the front door locked. Why would…?"
Richard stopped himself when he looked down at the floor. A trail of… flower petals. Pink rose petals, to be exact. He was… intrigued by this, following the trail the petals formed. It led him up the stairs, down the hallway, and… to their closed bedroom door.
"Elizabeth?" Richard yelled.
There was silence for a brief moment before he was answered. "Come on in, darling.~"
Richard had no clue what Elizabeth was planning, given that it wasn't either of their birthdays, or their anniversary…
Opening the door, he found himself met with an arousing sight. The rose petals led straight to the bed, where his Lunala wife was laying… down in a seductive pose, dressed up in a skintight rubber suit. It clung to her body in a perfect form, her hands and feet behind her back and tied.
"E-Elizabeth…" Richard was speechless.
"I realized that I may have forced the whole Dom thing on you a bit too hard earlier this morning. Truth be told, sometimes I forget about your trauma… and if you don't want me to Dom, I'm OK with that. But I'm still willing to be all yours, Richard.~"
Richard wasn't sure how to react. He was going to tell Elizabeth that he would give subbing a shot, even if in a tame form. And just now, his wife was willing to let go of her desire to Dom him because she knew how severe of an issue this was for Richard.
She was giving him a free pass. Willingly. One he didn't ask for.
It would be too easy to take it and never think about it again. But… Richard shook his head.
"I can't do that to you, Elizabeth. You're my wife. I can't just downplay your own sexual desires for me. You want to Dom me still, right?"
"Richard, if it's too much, I'm not going to force the issue. I know it's not an easy thing to get over what your sister did. I'm willing to put my wants aside so you don't have to be uncomfortable or even frightened." Elizabeth assured.
Richard inhaled… and then exhaled deeply. "Elizabeth… I want you to Dom me tonight."
That shocked Elizabeth enough for her to fall out of the bed. "Oof! W-What? Did I seriously hear that right?!"
Richard chuckled, unbinding his wife. "We're husband and wife. I know you don't want to make me uncomfortable, but I want to be able to satisfy you sexually. I actively want to reach the point where you can Dom me with no worries."
"Richard…" Elizabeth attempted to protest.
The Solgaleo turned to his pack after unbinding his wife, taking out the pair of plastic cuffs he had been given. He handed them to Elizabeth.
"…These look like the kind of thing you'd get at a cheesy carnival." Elizabeth noted.
"I talked with the psychiatrist today. He… had suggested that, if I want you to Dom me, that we start simple and work our way up. They're easy enough for me to break out of. But he said the point is to build trust."
Elizabeth smiled, holding the cuffs. "R-Richard… I don't know what to say. I was… completely ready to put aside my desires for your benefit. I didn't expect this."
Richard smirked a bit, holding his hands behind his back for his wife to cuff up. "Maybe we can get to the point where you can lock me up in a gimp suit for the weekend. I wouldn't mind getting to that.~"
Elizabeth was crying a bit now, out of happiness. "Th-Thank you, Richard."
And with that… the cuffs were locked onto Richard.
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So happy to have this done. A project that I've been working on eagerly, I finally present the second chapter of Richard's saga.
Hope you enjoy.