Kioshi the Riolu stands in the middle of a room, staring at a small window. It looks like she is waiting for someone, perhaps meditating to clear her mind or contemplating about what she'll present for a briefing with her team.
Her arms are pointed down with her fists clenched, her legs are split slightly. She remains perfectly and eerily still in an idle stance.
The shutters are closed, making the room dark as night. There is also a lamp to the front left of her that barely produces enough to illuminate the room, enveloping Kioshi in a dark silhouette when viewed from behind. She looks like a mysterious character with an imposing presence for a movie poster, or a fighter menacingly watching its target over the ring.
However, Kioshi isn't here for a photoshoot, waiting for a briefing, nor itching for a confrontation of any kind. The only reason she stands in the middle of this room is because she was told to do so by her partners. Nothing more, nothing less.
Kioshi would normally question herself on why she'd follow such a mundane order; not just from her own subordinates, but with no clear reason nonetheless...
And ironically, she couldn't think of any good reason, even why it's above everything else in her life right now.
As a matter of fact, it was very difficult to remember how she got here, let alone think of anything else to begin with...
Kioshi tried to recollect what she did earlier today: spending part of the morning at the training grounds catching up on martial arts lessons, then briefing her team on an upcoming mission. During the meeting, they wanted to dress her up for an unclear purpose, perhaps to screw around for a minute or two before moving on, but everything after that became a foggy mess...
The Riolu then tried thinking of more nuanced details to jog her memory, as she couldn't remember when she was ordered to wait in the room...
Every time Kioshi tried to remember something, her mind would slip away from recollecting it.
Kioshi then wondered why she would follow their order to the letter, even above everything else...
And yet, the Riolu has found no good rhyme or reason, other than simple and pure obedience. No matter how hard she tried to think, everything else she thought of would become a fog.
Kioshi then thought of calling her team, double checking on why they wanted her to be here...
She opted not to, figuring it would disturb them from their own business.
She then realizes that her mouth feels stiff and stuffed, with a sharp taste of rubber pressing down on her tongue; talking would be difficult. It's been like that for a while, but that didn't concern her one bit. The Riolu eventually figured it was fruitless to bother talking, preferring to be quiet and alone.
She then thought of turning around and walking out of the room, or taking a look out the window to pinpoint where she is...
The Riolu's body stood strong, yet her joints felt very heavy, stiff, like she's being weighed down by restraints. Kioshi tilts her head down to see her own clothing: her black shirt and dark blue pants look okay. A harness lines her chest and hips, extra bags clamped to the sides for storage, weightless with Kioshi's immense strength.
On top of that, Kioshi could feel something wrapping tightly around her arms and legs, more specifically at her wrists, upper arms, ankles, thighs, and even her neck and torso.
She can't see any fine details as the room is too dark, unable to feel a gram of weight on her body, yet it feels like an unyielding presence gripping her limbs in a vice, like she is strung up as a puppet. It's been like this for a while, but that didn't concern her one bit.
Kioshi can easily turn around and walk out of the door to find out what's going on, but she refuses to move an inch, leaving her lethargic, lazy, unwilling, like a character without a controller input. Moving around was simply a chore, preferring to stand perfectly still in the middle of the room.
Kioshi would then try to examine the room. Every time she would rotate her head, it would lazily give out before swiveling back to a front and center position. Rotating her head isn't an option, leaving her to scan what she sees like a picture.
The room is dimly lit by a small shuttered window in front of her, with a lamp just to the left of it, still too dark to see any fine details. The room is very plain, with a solid light color on the wall and an indistinguishably smooth carpet, so there isn't much more to take note of.
Even if there were any fine details, Kioshi couldn't focus on them to begin with, her vision is blurred by a strange, unnatural color of pink that is enveloping the entire room. The pink coloring is very bright and vivid, swirling, and almost distracting, as if the pink color itself is sapping the Riolu of her will. It's been like this for a while, but that didn't concern her one bit.
Still, the Riolu had a feeling this had to do with her team, so she tried one more time to recollect what their last words were...
But right on cue, a partner's voice echoed in her mind, "...stay in the room and await further instructions.". Their words compel Kioshi to follow her order without resistance, continuing to stand still at attention.
Despite not knowing whose room it is or what house she is in, or even if she has permission to be here, the Riolu knows this very room is where she's supposed to be. Any further examinations would be pointless anyways.
Kioshi would eventually cease pondering, no longer willing to question what happened, how she is here, or what's gotten into her. Her team's reasons for why she stood in the room are out of her reach, and yet she eagerly follows them as her highest priority, all with an uncharacteristic lack of concern or reason.
At this point, Kioshi would know well that something is wrong with her; but she is too far deep in her entranced state to snap out of it.
Recollecting is impossible, like her memories are locked behind a door without a key. The Riolu simply wouldn't think of anything, as if thinking is a tiring task itself. She would rather watch the pink swirling whirlpool blend every thought mustered until they become a fuzzy warm mush, giving her mind an unparalleled bliss.
Talking isn't forbidden, and a call for help wouldn't hurt, but having a stiff mouth can make talking an issue, and she knows her words will be left unanswered; talking would be a waste of time. The only sounds accompanying Kioshi would be her heart thumping loudly in her chest, her slow, calm breathing through her mouth and nose, and her partners' voices echoing in her mind.
Not to mention, the everlasting delicious taste of rubber in her mouth, making her lightly moan every once in a while, or cause some drool to drip over her shirt from time to time.
Any legitimate reason to go back outside would be impossible to entice her. Kioshi would much prefer to stay perfectly still as if she was frozen in place, or like she had been turned into a stone statue. She takes slow, deep breaths, feeling her chest expand and contract against her harness. Every contraction of her muscles is met with a tight squeeze from these unyielding restraints, constantly reminding the Riolu that she is under someone's control.
Doing anything is just too difficult. The Riolu would much rather stay in this room, standing perfectly and eerily still, facing a small window with a glaze in her eyes, slowly breathing through her nose.
That's simply all she can think of doing, it's all she wanted, and she won't have it any other way.
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Anastasia the Glaceon and Sylvia the Weavile walk down a hallway, chattering to each other about their day. They just finished up with their daily errands, ready to kick back in Anastasia's family mansion for the evening. The Glaceon's family is out of town, leaving the entire mansion to her and her partner Weavile.
They descend to the basement level with a smile, playfully shushing each other like a pair of girls playing sneaky.
Once they arrive, they are welcomed to a luxury of a lifetime.
They first walk into a small kitchen featuring a bar and a table where they can eat and cook exotic food, drink shots or play tabletop games. On the far end, there is a living room with rotating sofas already facing a wall with a TV for shows and movies, complete with a pool table and darts at a corner. The basement floor's colors vary per corridor, the kitchen consisting of wooden walls and brown chairs for some cozy cooking, with the TV room colored white with smooth grey carpeting for a simple, modern utopian feeling.
There is a row of windows lined on one of the walls, leading to a door to the backyard, another door to an indoor swimming pool, and some extra rooms in another corner.
The two ice types take a minute to soak in the scene.
This entire floor is a hallmark of a mansion's lavish and luxurious lifestyle, with many activities for large families and parties with friends.
With nobody else in the mansion except for them, the overall tone changes to an eerily quiet and empty atmosphere, like something straight out of a psychological horror film or a certain internet legend.
However, they aren't ready to enjoy a movie or a swim... Not yet, not today at least.
The duo slowly tiptoe to one of the extra rooms, an unused room that is only characterized by a very plain white wall, smooth grey carpet, and is dimly lit. In the middle of this room stands a mysterious figure, silhouetted by a shuttered window and a small light. The figure stood eerily and perfectly still, as if it was waiting for them the entire time.
Both Anastasia and Sylvia recognize that muscular, brooding, canine-shaped silhouette from anywhere; it is none other than their team leader, Kioshi the Riolu...
Kioshi's imposing silhouette towers over them, almost striking them in awe. They take a minute to look at their leader standing in the middle of this featureless room.
Knowing her professional and no-nonsense attitude, Kioshi usually had no business being here unless it was something important. Seeing their leader idling in a basement room without a word is very odd and creepy of her. Pairing that with being in such a bizarre scene, her partners would be filled with dread, knowing that something very foul is coming their way...
In spite of such a haunting scene, both Anastasia and Sylvia remain unfazed by Kioshi's presence. As a matter of fact, they are currently not afraid of Kioshi in the slightest, and worse, snickering to themselves literally behind her back, fully aware of why she is here.
Kioshi isn't here for a photoshoot, waiting for a briefing, or even itching for a confrontation of any kind. She is waiting in this basement room solely by order from her partners themselves - all with an uncharacteristic lack of reason and concern.
The two ice types look at each other, both hiding an evil smirk on their faces, both sharing the same thoughts. Anastasia nods to Sylvia, cueing the Weavile to quietly enter the room.
Sylvia takes a slow, steady walk, admiring her leader's strong posture and natural physique.
Even if the room is dim, they can still see parts of Kioshi's body easily enough at a first glance.
Her usual coat, boots, and socks are laid neatly on the side, just as she is ordered. Without her coat, it reveals her short-sleeved compression shirt underneath, along with the blue fur on her arms, the white rounded bumps on her forearms, and her trademark dark blue fingerless tactical gloves, complete with silver plates on the back of each hand.
Below that is her dark blue pants and darker, bluer-furred paws matching her hair. Her pants are baggy enough to accommodate her thick legs, but often tucked in her boots to prevent snagging.
However, there are fine details hiding behind the room's dim lighting. There is an odd, mystical pink glow in front of the Riolu's eyes, her lips seem shiny with a shade of red stuffed in them, and there are numerous thick black straps lining around her body, with ones around her ankles to tighten her pants.
Kioshi continues to stare at the window, unbothered, unfazed, unwilling to turn around and greet her partners, yet she can easily hear the Weavile's claws quietly scraping the carpet floor just behind her, eagerly anticipating what she'll do in silence.
The Riolu's eerily calm behavior feels like a stark, heavy corruption of her staunch professionalism, yet it gives the two an enthralling sense of power.
Anastasia then flips the switch, illuminating the room, revealing the fine details and surreal secrets hiding in the darkness.
Kioshi appears to be decorated in strange gear. On top of her clothing is a body harness lining her chest and torso, a dozen black cuffs clamped over her arms and legs, a red ballgag stuffed in her mouth, and a headset with a hypnotic visor over her eyes.
The initial sight of their leader in such exotic, restrictive gear gives Sylvia a wicked snicker, and a howling cackle from Anastasia. Both of them enjoy their triumph with sinister glee, yet treat it like it's a sick, twisted joke.
Sylvia the Weavile takes a closer look at her leader in the eyes, savoring the Riolu's weak, pathetic state.
Anastasia the Glaceon pulls out her smartphone to snap some photos, taking in the results of her hard work.
Kioshi the Riolu stands in between them with a glaze in her eyes, helpless to her partners orbiting around her, both of whom admire her with a mock, relishing the power they have over her.
Poor Kioshi should feel nothing but shame from being caught in such a strange getup, yet she isn't fazed in the slightest, whether she had the ability to or not. Perhaps the Riolu is too far into her trance, completely oblivious to it; or she is fully aware and brushes it off without a care; or something deep inside her is secretly in on the gig...
