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Fanfic Previews: Rocket Corruption at the Speed of Light
🕑 Added 2018-08-05 06:25:20 +0000 UTC “.....K.R.G-10 Awake.” spoke the pink haired as she was awaken in her ears.Once her mind started to boot up, the girl took small earphones out of her ears that retracted into her collar. Her nights required the earphones be inserted in her heads as subliminal Team Rocket messages would loop on repeat to keep her conditioning at bay. It was what her superiors ordered and it was something she had to comply with. She never questioned orders given to her as she felt it was want she wanted....at least, she sure it was.
Sitting up in sync with other girls that looked exactly like her, the girl known as K.R.G-10 was in her own bed in a room lined with beds each with a pink haired girl. Same face, same colours, same bust, one would think they were all clones, but the truth was they all had former other lives.
K.R.G-10 in this case was the Cerulean Gym Leader Misty. She lived with her sisters running the Pokemon Gym and had fond memories traveling with her friends Ash and Brock. That was until one day when she went to Goldenrod City to pick up her Psyduck from the local Daycare where a Team Rocket Recruiter hypnotized her and then transformed her appearance and mind into that of a Team Rocket Grunt. Her body molded into the perfect image as imagined by the Team Rocket Leader and made unidentifiable to anyone, while her mind was made loyal and obedient as far as hypnosis would allow. The metal collar not only changed her voice to match the other grunts but sent brainwaves to her mind whenever it detected resistance in her head. The longterm plan was to fully brainwash her mind so that not even her subconscious would ever recall who she was. As she was, Misty's expression always looked dazed and half asleep but over time she would act more human, at least human by a normal Grunt's evil standards.
As Misty (Which for now we shall call her) got out of bed naked as did the other Grunts that were converted like her, they all lined up single file and walked out of the sleeping quarters.
A short time later, Misty was in the showers with the other girls washing her body. Every morning routine was the same at the Celedon Rocket HQ, get up, shower and wash every inch of her body, receive uniform in the next room, breakfast, then receiving today's mission or orders. It had been two months since Misty was converted. She was placed within the group of new recruits where she would stay until she started to act more human through the slow brainwashing and less robotic. This process usually only lasted a month, however Misty was taking longer with no signs of progress beyond her dazed half asleep state. Misty had no idea why she was still in this group of Grunts, but she never worried too much as she had not been instructed to.
“Ahhh yes!” smiled the girl next to her, K-R-G-27 was her name. “I love these big boobies! Feels so good to grope and squeeze! Can't wait to get a nice cock in-between these big boobs!”
As the girl enjoyed fondling her chest, something about Misty caught her eye.
“Geez, who fired the gardener?” K-R-G-27 looked down at Misty's lower area. “You never shaved down there since you got here?”
“No.” Misty replied. “I have not been ordered to shave my vagina.”
“Jeez, you're STILL in your early stage?” K-R-G-27 sighed. “You've been here what, two months and still in derp mode? Not once have you ever considered shaving that pink jungle you've got there to please any Grunt partner you might hook up with?”
“No, again I have not been ordered to...”
“Oh whatever, like I care.” the girl waked off.
That was the last of the second group of girls brought in since Misty arrived. Misty knew without a doubt that she would be no doubt moved in with the normal Rocket Grunts, the ones that volunteered to join Team Rocket, and get access to other things like promotions, being allowed to mingle with the male grunts, better Pokemon and even in some cases, transport like strange Meowth Balloons and even Mechas. As Misty continued to wash, she then looked down at her body. While it was part of the recruitment process that she would shave down there on a regular basis, it was something the Recruiter that changed her forgot to mention. As such, Misty never shaved down there as she was not told to. In her old life, it was something she regularly did so that no hair would poke out of her swimsuits and bikinis being the water fanatic and swimmer that she used to be. Now, the changed girl grew a big pink bush of pubic hair that covered her vagina. Previously she did not even think about it as it was not part of her orders or routine but as the other grunt pointed it out, she was started to question herself.
“S-Shave....partner....” she mumbled as her hands moved up to her chest, seemingly about to grope them when the speakers in the shower started to play a tune signalling that shower time was over as the water from her shower ceased. Blinking her eyes twice, her mind resumed its routine thought as the water from the shower shut off for everyone. Each soaking wet girl walked to the center of the shower room where a stack of folded towels were picked out by each Rocket Girl to dry themselves off almost the exact same effective way. Once completely dry, the group of girls marched single file into the changing room. Once there however, the girl that spoke to Misty earlier already finished changing into her uniform.
“Ahh, nice to do things faster and more natural then you robots!” the girl winked. “Later bitches!”
As the girl left the room all changed, the other girls took a plastic seal bag from a basket, each labelled with their Rocket names. While they were all the same size, it was still policy for each girl to stick with the same uniform as it made it easy to track missing grunts. After every day, all the uniforms are washed or outright replaced even if one had only the tinyest hole from the toughest missions, not to show any weakness to Team Rocket to anyone. Like the rest of the girls, Misty began by sliding her thong panties up her long legs to snugly fit between her womanhood and deep within her butt. Then her black uniform was slipped on before her grey belt was wrapped around her waist. Her two sole Pokeballs containing Zubat and Koffing were then attatched to her belt, ready for deployment at any notice. Her grey boots and gloves then put on her feet and hands respectively, for a good while they had altered her prints and had now changed them enough so her prints could no longer identify her as Misty from Cerulean. Same with the fresh contacts she placed in her eyes, her natural eye colour was no more and now matched with the other Grunts. She was required to keep using them to protect her hypnotized state till she reached the next stage of her corruption where she pasted the point of no return. The regular use of her face cream also altered her face. Lining Misty up with the other girls and pointing out which one was her was getting harder and harder to do as her face now matched the other girls. Physically, the Misty of old was completely gone. All that was left was the suppressed memories within her mind, but even they were holding on by a rope. With her black hat placed on her head, Misty and rest of the Grunts were ready for the day.
A short time later, Misty was sat into the cafeteria of the Rocket base with the other Grunts eating their specially prepared breakfast with one seat empty, the girl that spoke to Misty, no doubt getting her promotion this morning. They all took a spoon full of the strange grey pastery they were fed at the same time to eat at the same time almost robotic. At this stage, the converted Grunts were not allowed to mingle with Grunts outside their group in-case anything they said triggered anything that might make the converted Grunts remember who they were, not to mention the male Grunts that joined willingly taking advantage of the girls without freewill. As the Grunt ate their breakfast, a trio watched on.
“So these are those converted Team Rocket member then?” James looked from afar.
“Brainwashed into loyal soldiers for da organization whether they like it or not.” Meowth sighed. “We'll be outta work if this catches on.”
“Aww who cares about those lifeless robots anyway?” Jessie moaned. “Just because they lack human emotion doesnt mean they won't slip up in some way!”
“Guess we'd know all about slipping up huh.” Meowth sighed again.
“Too true.” James agreed.
“And what kind of attitude is that?” Jessie slapped both her team mates in the back of their heads. “Its like you WANT them to replace us! Now stop your whining and lets get back to Kalos already!”
“Right.” James replied.
“Just where do ya think that boy twerp and his friends went to?” Meowth wondered as the three started to walk off. “Last we saw of em they were picking up da twerpette at that restaurant with all dose attractive girls!”
“Well then that's a good place to start when we get back to Kalos.” said Jessie.
“Boy.....twerp?” Misty's mind froze as if something inside her head was screaming to be remembered. Just as she was trying to remember some body from her past life, the collar around Misty's neck started to vibrate and the red R lit up and blinked, giving her mind a tiny shock inside while that memory that was coming back to her rubbed away like a pleasant brain freeze, vanishing back deep into her subconscious. After the collar stopped vibrating, Misty resumed eating her breakfast. Once finished, all the Rocket Grunts along with Misty stood and and walked over to the Mission Brief room what they would all be given their duties for the day.
“See? This one Grunt looked liked she was remembering something?” a female Rocket Grunt played security camera footage to her superior in a surveillance room.
“What is her assigned name?” asked the female Team Rocket Executive, looking from behind the Grunt at the footage.
A click of a mouse cursor on Misty highlighted her Rocket Name in a text box.
“Kanto Rocket Grunt Ten.” the Executive read her name. “Are we not in the thirties or forties of the Conversion Plan?”
“Yes, this one seems to be having trouble fully converting to a full Grunt.” the Grunt explained. “The physical changes are all there, but her mind is still in the early stages of conversion.”
“She must be strong minded. What was she before we started converting her?” the Executive continued her questioning.
A click of Misty's Rocket name brought up a profile of her former life.
“The Cerulean Gym Leader Miss.” the Grunt answered.
“Figures a Gym Leader would be the hardest to turn into a Grunt.” the Executive sighed. “Has there been anything else that seemed off about her today?”
“Just this one moment in the shower.” the Grunt played a clip from one of the shower cam of Misty's conversation with the other Grunt, stopping at the moment when Misty was about to grope her breasts.
“Interesting.” The Executive pondered. “She nearly did something outside of hypnotic commands and started to remember something at breakfast at the mere moment Jessie mentioned a boy.”
“A love interest maybe?” the Grunt suggested.
“Yes, could be.” the Executive nodded. “This could be key to finally breaking her. I will look at her old profile in my office before I do what I think might work.”
“What about Jessie?” the Grunt asked.
“Oh forget her.” the Executive ordered. “We know better than to mess with the HootHoots Company. If her and her two comrades decide to mess with them, its no real loss on our end.”
A short mission breifing later, Misty and some of the Grunts in her group were assigned to Mt Moon, a regular place of interest for the organization. Not only was it treated as a training ground for the newer Grunt's first assignments, they would often be on the look out for rare Pokemon fossils to either revive or sell on the black market. It was more of the safer missions for the new recruits before moving on up to the likes of breaking and entering, robberies, stalking a target, or even just take a whole building hostage. Misty however, had been granted the Mt Moon assignment more times than any other Grunt. Her slow progressing mental conversion had also effected the missions she was put on, never being allowed to progress to a more dangerous or risky mission. Any Grunt at this point would be annoyed, Misty however had no emotion to even complain.
As a small team of Grunt got out of a van that on the outside just looked like a normal van but on the inside more resembling a vehicle an armoured police team would travel in, they made their way into the lit up cave, kept lit up by electric lights Team Rocket had insalted over time.
“Alright you rookies.” spoke a male Team Leader as the Grunts lined up for attention. “For some of you, this will be your first assignment which I will take you over one by one. The rest of you, depending on how you performed last time will either do the exact same role or move further up from the cave. For today....K.R.G-10, you are watching the entrance again. Don't screw it up again.”
“Yes Superior.” Misty replied.
As Misty stood by the entrance, the other Grunts followed the group leader to the further depths of the cave. The way the assignment worked was that Grunts would be scattered throughout the cave. Some would watch for Trainers or the police, others would search for fossils. The better a Grunt would do during the day, the further into the cave they would be assigned to, the highest being kept by the Team Leader for his protection. Misty was still stuck at the bottom, always watching the entrance as the weak first line of defence. Many trainers starting on their journey would pass through the cave, hence why this was treated as a training ground for newer Grunts. Very rarely would powerful trainers show up at the ground, so the weaker newer Pokemon would be at least some battle experience for converted Grunts and their assigned Pokemon. While Misty was a Gym Leader in her old life, remembering her old strategies was considered too risky for the conversion as they could trigger old memories.
Misty stood there for a good hour, only occasionally looking around in-case she saw something or heard a sound in the cave. The only thing in her mind was to watch out for intruders, that was all. Soon enough, a young trainer found himself looking at Misty.
“T-Team Rocket?” the young boy muttered.
“We Team Rocket are Pokemon Gangsters.” Misty spoke in her monotone voice.
“Huh, you don't seem all that frightening to me...” the kid looked puzzled, reaching for a Pokeball. “I choose you, Charmander!”
The orange Fire Pokemon emerged from its Pokeball, ready to fight for its master.
“Zubat...go.” Misty threw a Pokeball out, letting out her low levelled Zubat. As the young boy stood there considering his first attack, Misty was doing the same.
“Fire....type.” Misty thought. “If I evade its attacks then strike when the timing....”
Before Misty could think any further, the collar vibrated again, making her head fuzzy. Despite the low levelled Pokemon, her experience as a Gym Leader were starting to work the cogs in her head. A dangerous risk that might trigger her old memories, so the collar reacted as such to condition her mind that what she thought was bad, although this happened so often her mind was clearly not getting the message.
“Z-Zubat, Supersoni...” Misty commanded her Pokemon, often what her mind would go to after a telling off from her collar, constantly spamming Supersonic even if the Pokemon was already confused. However, before she could even finish yelling her attack, the boy yelled;
“CHARMANDER, USE FIRE BLAST!”
The starter Pokemon did as commanded. Zubat stood no chance, it was an instant KO.
“Nice job Charmander!” the boy smiled. “Good thing I saved that TM my grandpa gave me for my birthday!”
“Oh.” the converted trainer responded, not with sadness or disappointment, but rather just an emotionless reaction. “Go Koffing.”
After attempting a Smog attack that resulted in the Fire Pokemon dodging, the Charmander again used Fire Blast to knock-out his opponent.”
“Annnnd that's how they do it!” the young boy jumped in the air. “Man, that was the easiest battle yet!”
The boy recalled his Pokemon and walked pasted Misty, who just stood there.
“Man, you're one weird lady but I'm glad I won't turn out as pathetic as you!” the boy poked his tongue out. “If I can beat Team Rocket this easy, the Cerulean Gym should be super easy!”
“Ceru.......Gym....” Misty repeated as the boy walked into the cave, only for her collar to react again. Only instead of resuming her normal robotic stance, Misty looked down at her hand, clutched in a fist. She looked at it for a good few minutes before finally saying; “This feeling....what is it....”
She put her fist down to focus on another area, lifting up her mini shirt that was a tiny bit wet.
“Why...am I wet down...there?”
She soon let go of the skirt and shook her head, returning to her guard positioning.
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Yup, resuming this story at last. I know Got Milk Dawn was first in the Fanfic Rewards, but I have been asked about continuing this one multiple times. We're about on the 50% path me reckons, so it shouldnt take too long. ;)
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ashsnow
Finally the story is update again. Can't wait to see it finished.
