They didn't stand a chance.

"What the hell are all of you doing!?" Agent Cockthorne shouted as her team of all male agents lowered their weapons in front of the blue-haired woman. A random old man also stood by her side, no doubt under the same effects her fellow agents were being controlled by.

"Poor girl," Kitsune spoke softly as she walked past the mind controlled S.M.U.T. agents, sword still completely sheathed at her hip, "They left you all alone here."

"Hah, you think I'm here alone? We've got an army, and as soon as word gets out, they'll come for you," Helena growled. Agent Cockthorne idolized Agent Busty, a hero amongst heroes that had resolved multiple high-risk missions and captured countless Cryptids. She had hoped that this encounter would put her name up there and get her one step closer to one day running missions side-by-side with the legendary Agent Busty. How could she expect things to have gone so wrong.

I shouldn't have underestimated the power of a Cryptid, Helena thought to herself as she poised herself ready to draw her pistol and fire at the fox-eared Cryptid.

"Ah-ah," Kitsune wagged her finger as she anticipated Helena's attack, "Don't do anything stupid if you don't want to hurt your friends over there."

As she finished her sentence, the male S.M.U.T. agents immediately pointed their guns onto themselves.

"Shit! I won't do anything! Just please make them lower their guns!" Helena panicked.

"Then remove all your weapons dear," said Kitsune, "And I promise you and your friends won't get hurt."

"Okay okay," Helena slowly removed her holster with her pistol still inside it, and lowered onto the ground.

"Hmm, I can't be certain you don't have more weapons concealed on you," Kitsune whined, "I'm going to need you to strip completely if you want me to trust you."

"What!?" Helena shouted, "Fuck off!"

Kitsune turned to look at her new henchmen, and half of them dropped their weapons onto the floor.

"You see?" she turned back, "I will hold up my end of the deal. If you don't... then I'm sorry to the families of the rest of these men..."

"Fuck... okay!" Helena cried, slowly taking her clothes and equipment off reluctantly and angrily. Tears formed in her eyes as she tossed her clothes aside, wearing nothing but underwear.

"Is this enough for you?" Helena asked, hugging herself to preserve what was left of her dignity.

"Hmmm, what do you think boys?" Kitsune giggled, as the rest of the men dropped their weapons. The male agents began to walk toward Helena, all of them completely entranced under Kitsune's ability.

"Wh-what are you doing, what are you all doing!?" Helena cried, slowly backing up as the men kept walking towards her," S-snap out of it you guys!"

"I think your fellow agents are just a bit stressed," Kitsune put a finger to her lips, "You should really be a good coworker and help them relieve their stress a little."

"What the fuck!? What does that mean??" Helena shrieked as the men surrounded her.

"Aw, you're going to have so much fun," Kitsune giggled, before moving with the old man to go look through the outpost's data.