*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
This is the result of a collaboration between myself and a new friend of mine, AdrasGraveYard.
Having bonded over a mutual interest of TF, we talked about our writing and thought that we ought to perhaps work together someday. It happened as the idea of my own kind of tales mixed with some of their own ideas went on to produce a Pokemon tale in which a certain trio might just be a bit more evolved than most...as a trainer might just find out for herself.
We went for Gameboyred gameboyred for the illustration, thinking he'd have the chops for sexy anthro pokemon and he most assuredly did. If you like his work, he does take commissions https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....aybe-910248128
If you're curious about their own work, Adras does take commissions and specializes in TF and TG content, BTW. https://www.deviantart.com/adrasgraveyard
And if you enjoy my own work, I do have a Patreon which you can go to in order to support me https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now who are they and what do they want with that trainer? Read on and find out!
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GYM SLAVER
Sasha would certainly enhance her reputation if she were to get a badge from there.
It was a less-visited facility, a gym located in Haruba which saw not quite as many challengers as those in the cities of Pewter, Cerulean, Viridian, Olivine or Lavaridge. It was too secluded, too remote a place trapped within a climate that a great many would describe as too warm and dry. The only thing that made it so it did gain a bit of a reputation, that some did get to know of its existence was that none ever got the badge from there. All who entered were defeated. The gym leader within was barely known, as were the trainers there as Sasha wasn’t even sure there was a type or a specialization there. Fighting? Psychic? Ice? Ground? Not a single clue to be found.
She had made the trip in order to prove herself somewhat. If she wanted to be the very best like no one ever was, then possessing such a badge would certainly make her seem like she was ready for the big leagues. She had her team with her, a most balanced one composed of Infernape, Lapras, Meditite and Mr. Mime. It wasn’t entirely full, but she wanted to be sure of her selection, to have a most unbeatable team. It felt somewhat like she needed to find just the right one to go on that journey to the top along with her. She’d get a full six eventually, but for now they did the job just fine as she went on to enter the building in itself, a modest though by no means small gym. No turning back now, she figured, as what greeted her most certainly was a sight to behold.
Haruba had this kind of flair to it, as if some magic impregnated the area due to its rich history and past culture, the Harubian Nights. Within was stored much of the color palette, the fabrics and the general gist of it, from silk curtains, intricate rugs, cushions on the floor for guests and the faint smell of apricot tea that the receptionist was drinking currently. A young man of perhaps twenty at the most looked upon her, seeing another person of about the same age as he went on to stand straight, cleared his throat as his attire was certainly not made to look practical…but certainly pretty and exotic. An open vest, bare chest and midriff, a sash around his waist and pantaloons. If he had been part of a play or reenactment of Harubian history, he might have been a better fit than someone working at a gym.
“Greetings, noble trainer. Have you come to try and defeat the many masters and mistresses to be found within these halls of competition?” he began to say with a certain flair and a light local accent, going for a small gesture as if this were a performance that he nonetheless did naturally. Sasha didn’t know if this was charming or awkward, possibly a mix of both, yet nonetheless did he continue as she got closer to his counter. “Challenges await one such as you, to be met as you might come to understand a great many truths about yourself during these trials, as quite a few did.”
That sounded a heck of a lot more ominous than was likely intended by the man who greeted her, “I certainly am here, I’ve seen more trials and I’ve conquered them all!” she boasted. “Honestly you’d be surprised how hard it was to even find this town, I think that was likely a trial in of itself”
The man gave a polite friendly smile, something that hinted that this wasn’t the first time someone had commented on that. “We’ve been considering sending out some tourist ads, but it’s always so hard to define what makes our wonderful Haruba so interesting. It’s always best for kind travelers to see it for themselves” he added the flourish of a bow towards her. “I think you’ll soon come to agree with that”
“Riiiight. So where is the gym leader exactly, and how soon can I get in to take him on?”
“He…is currently in the midst of a battle already. But the turn-around times are very brisk you will find,” he motioned for her to follow along behind her. “We have a very comfortable lounge for you to enjoy the pleasures we provide this way”
And with that she was led along to a large room. Calling it a waiting room felt like a disservice as it was lit in soft calming light furnished heavily with large pillows arranged in many circles centered around...when she asked she was informed they were called “Hookahs.” She didn’t smoke so she declined when offered.
On some level something about the place felt off. Sasha couldn’t put her finger on it, but everyone she’d seen had this dreamy expression on their face that almost seemed like far more than a simple joy taken in one’s work. The few times she’d ever seen it was the times that one of her pokemon had been made victim to the hypnosis move the very few times she’d encountered a pokemon capable of performing it and even then that expression had worn off fairly quickly.
Sasha shook the thought away as she sat on a cushion. It was rare that a human was ever exposed to such things, and even then there was no way they could last longer than a few minutes. Being the inquisitive sort Sasha was beginning to try and make her assessments over just what kind of pokemon she would be facing. Ground types maybe? Perhaps a few insects. Given the theming of this gym feeling like some sort of desert palace those were the few things she could really consider. Perhaps when the trainer before her made their exit she might be able to make a better analysis on that….if they ever came out.
It certainly took a while as Sasha tried to patiently wait, to not be a nuisance in such a locale. They did have the benefits and kindness of a waiting room as the scent of the smoke coming out of the hookah, and out of the lungs of the men and women training here, filled the entire place. She coughed a little, as the scent was bitter at first, yet tinted with a lingering sweetness. It was alien to her, though they seemed to think it a delicacy as a few pipes were handed between themselves, with one going on to offer it to her, which she politely declined once again.
“Soooo…which kind of pokemon you got on your team? What’s the general consensus, the vibes around here?” she asked, this kindness towards her a most apt opportunity for questions and, if she was lucky, some answers. “I figure it’s ground, right? Like all that sand? Maybe poison given what you seem to suck out of that contraption?”
He merely looked at her as if she was barely there, an illusion to be ignored as while the man was pretty similarly-dressed as the receptionist, he certainly did not have his vivacity or his manners. It was, to be blunt, a massive bore as she did not come here to wait, but to do battle. Gyms were meant to be a test of skills, not to wait one’s turn patiently as if she was at the dentist. She got up, stretched and then went on to look at them all, figuring that she might actually get more answers by doing rather than just talking.
“You know what? I challenge one of you to a battle. I wanna see just how strong this place can make you, see if it’s on the level and what-not,” Sasha went on to suggest, an offer that was pretty much what she had been searching for with her queries, though also a way to prepare her own team against whoever this gym leader would turn out to be. “Isn’t there anyone amongst you who will take me on?”
Not a single person moved, save to partake more of the pleasures within the room, the renewed silence punctuated by the occasional cough from someone else within. She felt a twitch of frustration buzz in her mind. This was beginning to feel like an insult to her not just as a trainer, but as a person. To be ignored so thoroughly by people around her like she wasn’t even there! “Is this even a proper gym if no one wants. To. Battle. Me!”
“The Gym Leader has finished and is ready for you” the Receptionist interrupted with a smile, seeming completely unfazed by her outburst.
She snapped to her senses looking around the room. Where was this trainer? There was no sign of one, no pokemon, no nothing. “Uhm..if it’s okay to ask, where did the last challenger go?”
“Oh we have a special recuperation room for that. We share a building with the pokemon center. We find that a lot more efficient for everyone, wouldn’t you agree?” Something about that statement felt off. She barely knew this man so there was nothing for her to latch on in his speech to determine how honest he was being in the moment.
Sasha shook the weird from her head and grinned “Alright, I hope he’s ready for me then!” she grinned, grabbing the ball from her belt she knew Meditite to be in. This was gonna be easy. Even if it was gonna be a challenge Sasha still knew at least half the fight was gonna be mental, and with that she steeled herself with the knowledge she was a certified awesome trainer and was absolutely ready for this.
Yet as her own pokemon was ready to duke it out, she did notice another odd thing: the gym leader wasn’t even there. She was alone as the receptionist had decided to leave them be, making Sasha feel like she might have just been duped. Yet as she felt aggravated by so many bizarre happenstances, a curtain at the end of the room, a divide which hid a small stage revealed the Gym Leader in question as he sat cross-legged upon a small cushion and behind him…behind him could be seen three pokemon lounging on opulent and comfortable long chairs. The kind with tassels upon the extremities, velvet cushions, along with impeccable and deep colors. While he seemed to be wearing a somewhat more intricate variant of what other trainers were indeed attired with, the three pokemon that looked upon her seemed almost regal and…snobbish somehow. It wasn't clear which kind they were, but their position suggested lazing about, comfortable to observe rather than participate for the moment.
“Another challenger, eh? Let us see if you are worthy of the top three of this gym,” the man said, a mix between muscular and lean, athletic by any means. He wore a feathered hat, his vest had golden edges and lining sewn upon it, his sash adorned with coins and he went on to turn around, only for the three pokemon adjusting their stances so that Sasha could see them. A Gardevoir, a Salazzle and a Meowth from the Alolan region. Each was garbed in what could be described as harem-wear, or bedlah if one was to use the colloquial form of Haruba. They glanced at her, as if observing and then spoke to the gym leader. “Of course, it shall be done as you wish.”
“The top three…like your top three pokemon, right?” Sasha asked, this entire kind of vibe feeling wrong. There were some who found pokemons to be aesthetically pleasant or cute, to be sure, but to dress them in such revealing garments was…something else. Still, he threw a pokemon at her, a Pinsir as this would indeed be an actual battle now. Bug, much like she figured as the Meditite started with a zen headbutt, a move meant to simulate an actual cranial assault through mental means. It made the bug flinch, much to her satisfaction as Sasha went on to encourage her own pokemon. “Heck yeah, you got this Meditite!”
He most certainly did, for whatever the gym leader was planning was suspicious. Some did send their weakest first if only to test out what the opponent was worth, but this was ridiculously easy as the Pinsir was slow, sluggish, barely responsive. One quick look at his eyes and even that of the gym leader from afar reminded her of how those in the waiting lounge had been somewhat…dull. Something was fishy here, but as she pondered this her own Meditite went on to use psybeam, resulting in her opponent’s first competitor being knocked out. This had been easy…much too easy in fact.
Sasha put a hand on one hip and called out across the field. “What else ya got?”
The Pinsir was called back, vanishing in a ray of red light. The Gym Leader turned to the trio of pokemon behind him, a long silence between the four of them went on, each one tilting its head and moving their bodies in a way that seemed like a dance for a moment. “I think you might have what it takes then.”
Puzzled by this Sasha readied herself for whatever would come next. “Bring it on then!”
A new pokemon was released. The shifting beam of the pokemon pulling itself together into the shape of. Oh no. A Mismagius. “Hold on tight, Meditite, I believe in you!” The two pokemon sized one another up. Sasha watched on noting that the Mismagius also had something wrong with it. Though this time in the opposite direction, the weird blissed-out look in its eyes was still very noticeable but there was a strangely “alluring” vibe in the way it presented itself to her Meditite.
This was beginning to be the strangest battle she’d ever had.
The witch-looking Mismagius was indeed a bit aloof, floating above the arena they used for the fight as there was some latency coming from both pokemon. Waiting for the other’s move, though Sasha figured that it was time to just grab the initiative and go for broke. It might be a ghost-type…but she was no rookie either as she had taught Meditite moves through a Technique Machine: shadow ball. It paid to understand weakness and flaws in her own team and chosen partners as she grinned, about to rock everyone’s world with her preparedness.
“Meditite, use shadow ball!” she said, pointing her finger right at Mismagius to indicate Meditite’s target. Ready to go forth and demonstrate just how potent such an attack could be, what happened instead was perhaps the pinnacle of disappointment: nothing at all. Her pokemon didn’t even flinch or react as the Mismagius just kept on looking at it without moving. What was becoming entirely apparent, however, was that he was exceptionally focused upon that ghost. She approached him, her ectoplasm form brushing against him as their eyes never stopped glancing at one another. It was becoming downright bizarre as she didn’t even attack, she just…stared at him. “Meditite, come on…stop looking at the dead witch-thing and use shadow ball.”
Nothing, nada, zilch. Unresponsive as she had him under some form of spell. Attract, maybe hypnosis. He wouldn’t listen and he’d probably come to his senses eventually as she went on to return him inside his ball. She’d go on to choose another one to counter this type yet as she was checking out which was the best option, the gym leader and the three harem-clad pokemon observed her, interested in her as if she was not battling, but putting on a show instead.
She tried to remain resolute, “Alright, big guns then I guess.” Sasha tossed out Infernape, the fire/fighting type took a fighting stance, pointing an open palmed fist directly at the Mismagius before throwing a fist at the ghost type, the fist escalating in speed as it used Mach Punch. The Mismagius simply swayed to the side, evading the attack and then…to both Sasha and her pokemons surprise. Kissed him on the cheek.
That point of contact was all it took. Infernape's arms went slack as it face simply grew into a large cartoonish smile, utterly love struck with the teasing Mismagius who simply giggled at the other pokemon who simply just dropped on his butt in a seating position watching the Mismagius
At that point Sasha felt it boil over.
“Just what the absolute hell is going on here!” she shouted, storming past the “battling” pokemon, across the field and directly up to the gym leader “Everyone in this whole building has been acting absolutely out of their mind and this battle seems to be a complete joke to everyone including the pokemon!”
The Leader simply watched as she stomped her way up the stairs to meet him face to face.
“So just what gives here?!”
“He can’t hear you~” a deep sultry and distinctly feminine voice resonated into her mind as the gym leader collapsed backwards into a convenient chair behind him like a puppet who’s strings had been released from the hands of an expert puppeteer
“What..what the..” she was torn as far as reactions go, absolutely frightened by the voice projecting into her mind, and completely confused at the sight of the gym leader falling backward into his unconscious slump.
“We don’t normally get someone so...feisty. I like her, Salazzle” another voice spoke directly into her head.
“I think we should keep her, can we? Can we, I’m soooo bored of this one” a third voice spoke up, a slightly higher-pitched and playful tone like that of someone younger.
She spun to look at the pokemon; the trio of Salazzle, Gardevoir and Meowth stared at her, their eyes glowing with a supernatural power to them. They rose slowly, standing tall in their own way as they emerged from the proverbial shadows. There stood what could possibly be the true leaders of this most mysterious gym in Haruba. They were definitely pokemons, yet they were also filled with a certain intelligence that made them look frightening. And yet they were also rather intricately dressed, wearing bedlahs that outclassed those the others wore in ways that words could barely do justice.
“You are confused, aren’t you? We three are evolved, but not in a way you’d understand,” the Salazzle went on to say, her voice deep and rich, filled with a confidence that exuded charisma. Her slight purple, dark grey scales were accompanied by a bedlah of the most classic white, coupled with light touches of pink as she wore a small translucent facial veil, a feathered hat, pantaloons and a sash adorned with what one could only assume to be the badge of this gym: a swirling gemstone.
“Unbound from traditional powers, understanding and even intellect that plagues the other creatures you have decided to call pokemon,” another voice was heard, yet in Sasha’s mind as it was calm, collected, even compassionate although it certainly did not lack in flair as well. This one surely belonged to the psychic in the group, Gardevoir, whose green and gold outfit certainly did befit her. Long detached sleeves around her arms, a skirt flowing to her ankles albeit with a slit for her legs, a tube top upon which her chest adornment flowed through, all accompanied by a shawl upon her head.
“That’s right! We’re super pokemon, more like. With abilities that’ll leave you entirely breathless~” the Alolan Meowth added, her energy a bit contrasting with how these offshoots of the feline pokemon were renowned to be lazy and self-indulgent. The latter part was yet to be determined, however, as this one wore a purple open vest that covered a slight part of her upper abdomen, a low-cut top with coins hanging around, a golden low-hanging belt around her waist and a sirwal upon her legs. Her tail was adorned with many rings, her opulence and obvious love of gold showing off excessively as she smirked.
“W-what the…” Sasha replied to it all, a most common answer to such revelations as those could be illusions or a clever trick. Why would such pokemon boast such lovely forms and curves, more befit human girls like her rather than creatures such as them? Their own physique put her to shame, if she was being truthful, as she figured she might just need to battle them and prove herself…or perhaps flee given that this was massively strange.
“Battling isn’t really as fun as you think it is,” the Gardevoir said, in reaction to her thoughts. “Tests of power tend to lack any real value when one is as powerful as we.” The muscles in Sasha's stomach tightened as a flush of anxiety rushed through her. Of course that one could read her mind. Why wouldn’t a sentient hyper powerful Gardevoir be able to read her mind? Sasha turned and ran letting her instincts carry her away to run. Dashing as quickly as her legs could carry her. This was nothing for anyone, much less her, to mess with. She wasn’t a coward or anything, she was just smart enough to know when she was way in over her head.
But of course, the trio of pokemon had other ideas.
Gravity seemed to turn off for Sasha as she was lifted and pulled backwards with little effort, plucked up from the ground as one would lift a toy off the floor. “But...we can’t just let you leave,” the Gardevoir insisted as Sasha was spun around and brought back to her. “Haruba, whether they know it or not, is ours. And while we doubt anyone would believe you, it’s better to be smart about elements such as yourself,” she smiled, walking forward with grace, the tips of her legs moving in delicately as her hips swayed in a way that Sasha felt herself unconsciously gulp at with the level of sultry intent in them. “Plus...you’re very cute,” the Gardevoir would then extend her hand toward Sasha’s nose. Giving it a boop.
“You are, however, welcome to try~” The Meowth’s playful tone teased her as Sasha tried to fidget with her hand to get it closer to her belt. Her mind whirling with a million thoughts that made it impossible for herself to figure out what she was going to do. Perhaps one of her own pokemon would be able to save her, to go forth and give her a chance to flee. “Welcome to try to fight, to run, to do anything. Won’t do you any good, though~”
The feline went closer as Sasha was unable to move properly, flailing in the air whenever she did succeed in gaining some modicum of control over her muscles. Gardevoir and Meowth were close, but still Salazzle was yet to cross the gap as she went on to lift her facial veil, place two fingers on her lips and then a kiss was blown…one covered in thick pheromones. Like a sparkling pink gas that went on to possess a mind of its own, it coursed its way towards Sasha as her first thought was that Salazzle were only supposed to be able to enchant men…but the moment that sweet and arousing scent hit her dead on this was proven false, as perhaps this extra-evolved one had moved past this barrier, this limit. “Breathe deeply, sweetie. You’ll be soon having the time of your life~”
Sasha wanted to hold her breath in, to resist and yet her body, even something as simple as controlling her mouth and nostrils, went on to be removed from her own autonomy. She took it in as the sweet, all-encompassing scent filtered through her breathing, spreading within her as it made her feel a bit dizzy, a bit woozy…but also more than just a little warm. Then as the deed was done, Salazzle chuckled as she went on to get closer and danced, placing one leg forward as she brushed the air with one half of a figure-eight, the start of something both equally great and terrible. “W-what…”
Despite Salazzle getting near, however, it was actually Meowth who was the first to really showcase her stuff as she went on to brush Sasha’s cheek with her tail. This caused the helpless trainer to go forth and lock her gaze upon the blue-furred feline girl, yet not necessarily by her own initiative as it was Gardevoir’s control who made any motion possible…or rather forced. Yet the pheromones seemed not just to be beholden to Salazzle as the further she glanced at Meowth the more she looked magnificent, covered in all that gold that made her shine. “Yes indeed, you’ll go on to feel so, so great. Look at the way I sparkle, the way I dance~”
Shimmies, rapid shaking of the hips with no pause, were the motions of choice from the Meowth as she stepped on the tip of her toes and twirled slowly but efficiently. The jingling of coins like bells, resonating within Sasha’s ears and mind as while she watched this, Gardevoir came to play closer as the psychic pokemon wanted to have some fun as well. “It is a process, but one of absolute pleasure. It is fun to watch us, isn’t it? We look beautiful, don’t we?” she said while projecting that calm voice in Sasha’s mind. It sounded objective, like facts rather than opinion as the background, the gym faded due to Gardevoir’s mingling, to her powers being used so efficiently. She went on to move her arms serpentine, those detached sleeves making them seem as if she had Slithers instead of appendages, fingers beckoning to her chest with that protuberance pointing out of it.
“B-beauti…b-beautiful…” Sasha agreed, her mind indeed starting to crawl towards their way of thinking, to the suggestions that they sent with their own appeal. Yet as both Meowth and Gardevoir went on to occupy much of the space, they twirled to the side in order to make it so Salazzle could claim the spotlight. She rolled her belly, each subsequent undulation letting escape more pheromones as Sasha breathed them unwittingly at first…until she did so voluntarily. Intoxicating, addictive, it made them look so gorgeous, so powerful in their allure and yet this was but the first step of something altogether more potent.
The Salazzle continued to move with an elegant grace that captivated her, eyes fixated on the way she moved, her hips, that stomach. The trio of pokemon smiled as the inevitable occurred and her eyes filled in with a green and grey on purple spirals in her eyes as she rapidly fell into the trance
“As we said, a process of pleasure…beauty,” their leader said, the Salazzle obviously running the show. Sasha felt so small in comparison to the way they all moved. A vague awareness of the Gardevoir moving close, fingers gently touching her cheeks and keeping her gaze transfixed, an act primarily for show as even if Sasha could look elsewhere…she wouldn’t. The combination of sight and scent having completely wound her in the fingers and paws of her forced audiences desires.
The Meowth’s tail gently invaded her clothes for a moment. “Just let it happen. It’s so much fun..we can let you be like us..or you can be like the other puppets.”
“We’ve considered an avatar, someone for…the effort of getting others to come here, an emissary of some sort.” Salazzle’s voice oozed like honey, her body’s motions and hip drops carrying on with a fluid ease. “It would be so easy to make you feel exquisitely appealing, confident, ours. Would that not be so satisfying?”
“It would be immensely pleasurable” Gardevoir cooed next to her, her fingers gently toying with Sasha’s long hair a bit as her telekinesis pushed and moved Sasha’s hips to slowly mimic Salazzle, if only enough to tease.
“Pets are only as fun as they are when they have…some will to obey” The Meowth insisted. They were all toying with her, their soft semi-whispers both physical and mental eroding Sasha’s will as for a split moment she understood why none ever did succeed in gaining that gym’s badge: because of them. Those in the lobby had tried and were now enslaved, complete thralls to those three mysterious and overwhelming beauties. As it dawned on her, it also soon left her mind as one small pulse of Gardevoir’s psychic abilities made short work of that train of thought, letting it go away in favor of immediate gratification.
“What say you? Would you like to be at our beck and call? To be special to us and to feel this way…forever?” Salazzle offered as the trio surrounded her, fingers brushing against her, making her feel flush and faint as there was no fight, no way to properly repel their influence. They were too powerful, too mysterious, too unique and as Sasha had inhaled so much of those pheromones, her brain being comforted to complacency by Gardevoir and her sight dazzled by the shining opulence of Meowth, a smile crept upon her face as she grinned in a silly, mindless fashion.
“Yesssss…” was her only answer, the one that made sense as this prompted for Meowth to take her pokeballs, to pick those lower creatures as they would be brainwashed later, to be added to their own harem. Now was the time to go forth and make her look the part as Gardevoir then went on to use her powers to slip Sasha’s vestments away, moving them away from sight as Meowth and Salazzle brought much more fitting clothes for her to wear.
“Very good. What we want you to do is super simple,” Meowth went on to say as she placed curved slippers upon those dainty feet, red-colored and made of nice fabric to ensure protection against the warm sand of Haruba.
“You need but to stand outside and lure in people to our own domain, to what you would call a gym,” Gardevoir went on to add as pantaloons were weaved from silken and velvety fabric, sewn from thin air with the fabric taken from a corner behind the stage. Red and gold, lustrous and downright luxurious material as it hugged her forms quite well.
“Looking pretty, enticing, promising fun and glory~” Salazzle continued as she picked up a sash, fingers brushing against those hips and that waist before indeed going on to wrap it around those. It was of golden and glistening material, full of sequin, meant indeed to bedazzle and glimmer beneath the sun.
“Nothing else to it, really. Just look pretty and bring new slaves to us,” Meowth concluded as she clasped a bra upon that bust of hers, red and gold as well with coins dangling below alongside small trails of beads.
“We do want to add more of the lowly ones to us so that we may see which are worthy to evolve…and those who should still serve,” Gardevoir added, slipping in cuffs and bracers upon Sasha’s arms, gold and bejeweled with rubies to add to the very simple color palette they went for her.
“Think about it. You could be responsible for adding more beauties like us to serve, for us to charm and hypnotize you…because yes, that’s what we’ve been doing and you loved it, didn’t you?” Salazzle said with a tease, placing the final touch with a tiara around her brow, spicing things up with one last kiss of pheromones straight to her face as Sasha’s expression was silly-looking, too much bliss filling her emptying mind.
“L-loved..it,” she answered. Truthfully. At least...what little was left of her to think did. The spirals in her eyes never quite faded as she felt her wants and desires shift to match those of her new...Mistresses? Goddesses?
“Owners.” She’d lost track of which one added to the line of titles she was granting the new pokemon. A pleasing pulse of happiness filled her. She did love it. Others would too. She would gladly lead others to the harem. To join her. To join the others. Sasha was so lost in the pleasurable feeling she didn’t even register that her new Mistresses were giggling to her face. In time they would hypnotically fill her mind with everything she would need. The ways to move her hips and legs, to tempt those who would look at her. Sasha would look at passing trainers who found themselves in Haruba, her new found hypnotic skills, the way she could pave a road of suggestions leading them to a fate similar to hers.
Because no one ever left Haruba, the harem the size of a city.
This is the result of a collaboration between myself and a new friend of mine, AdrasGraveYard.
Having bonded over a mutual interest of TF, we talked about our writing and thought that we ought to perhaps work together someday. It happened as the idea of my own kind of tales mixed with some of their own ideas went on to produce a Pokemon tale in which a certain trio might just be a bit more evolved than most...as a trainer might just find out for herself.
We went for Gameboyred gameboyred for the illustration, thinking he'd have the chops for sexy anthro pokemon and he most assuredly did. If you like his work, he does take commissions https://www.deviantart.com/gameboyr.....aybe-910248128
If you're curious about their own work, Adras does take commissions and specializes in TF and TG content, BTW. https://www.deviantart.com/adrasgraveyard
And if you enjoy my own work, I do have a Patreon which you can go to in order to support me https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now who are they and what do they want with that trainer? Read on and find out!
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GYM SLAVER
Sasha would certainly enhance her reputation if she were to get a badge from there.
It was a less-visited facility, a gym located in Haruba which saw not quite as many challengers as those in the cities of Pewter, Cerulean, Viridian, Olivine or Lavaridge. It was too secluded, too remote a place trapped within a climate that a great many would describe as too warm and dry. The only thing that made it so it did gain a bit of a reputation, that some did get to know of its existence was that none ever got the badge from there. All who entered were defeated. The gym leader within was barely known, as were the trainers there as Sasha wasn’t even sure there was a type or a specialization there. Fighting? Psychic? Ice? Ground? Not a single clue to be found.
She had made the trip in order to prove herself somewhat. If she wanted to be the very best like no one ever was, then possessing such a badge would certainly make her seem like she was ready for the big leagues. She had her team with her, a most balanced one composed of Infernape, Lapras, Meditite and Mr. Mime. It wasn’t entirely full, but she wanted to be sure of her selection, to have a most unbeatable team. It felt somewhat like she needed to find just the right one to go on that journey to the top along with her. She’d get a full six eventually, but for now they did the job just fine as she went on to enter the building in itself, a modest though by no means small gym. No turning back now, she figured, as what greeted her most certainly was a sight to behold.
Haruba had this kind of flair to it, as if some magic impregnated the area due to its rich history and past culture, the Harubian Nights. Within was stored much of the color palette, the fabrics and the general gist of it, from silk curtains, intricate rugs, cushions on the floor for guests and the faint smell of apricot tea that the receptionist was drinking currently. A young man of perhaps twenty at the most looked upon her, seeing another person of about the same age as he went on to stand straight, cleared his throat as his attire was certainly not made to look practical…but certainly pretty and exotic. An open vest, bare chest and midriff, a sash around his waist and pantaloons. If he had been part of a play or reenactment of Harubian history, he might have been a better fit than someone working at a gym.
“Greetings, noble trainer. Have you come to try and defeat the many masters and mistresses to be found within these halls of competition?” he began to say with a certain flair and a light local accent, going for a small gesture as if this were a performance that he nonetheless did naturally. Sasha didn’t know if this was charming or awkward, possibly a mix of both, yet nonetheless did he continue as she got closer to his counter. “Challenges await one such as you, to be met as you might come to understand a great many truths about yourself during these trials, as quite a few did.”
That sounded a heck of a lot more ominous than was likely intended by the man who greeted her, “I certainly am here, I’ve seen more trials and I’ve conquered them all!” she boasted. “Honestly you’d be surprised how hard it was to even find this town, I think that was likely a trial in of itself”
The man gave a polite friendly smile, something that hinted that this wasn’t the first time someone had commented on that. “We’ve been considering sending out some tourist ads, but it’s always so hard to define what makes our wonderful Haruba so interesting. It’s always best for kind travelers to see it for themselves” he added the flourish of a bow towards her. “I think you’ll soon come to agree with that”
“Riiiight. So where is the gym leader exactly, and how soon can I get in to take him on?”
“He…is currently in the midst of a battle already. But the turn-around times are very brisk you will find,” he motioned for her to follow along behind her. “We have a very comfortable lounge for you to enjoy the pleasures we provide this way”
And with that she was led along to a large room. Calling it a waiting room felt like a disservice as it was lit in soft calming light furnished heavily with large pillows arranged in many circles centered around...when she asked she was informed they were called “Hookahs.” She didn’t smoke so she declined when offered.
On some level something about the place felt off. Sasha couldn’t put her finger on it, but everyone she’d seen had this dreamy expression on their face that almost seemed like far more than a simple joy taken in one’s work. The few times she’d ever seen it was the times that one of her pokemon had been made victim to the hypnosis move the very few times she’d encountered a pokemon capable of performing it and even then that expression had worn off fairly quickly.
Sasha shook the thought away as she sat on a cushion. It was rare that a human was ever exposed to such things, and even then there was no way they could last longer than a few minutes. Being the inquisitive sort Sasha was beginning to try and make her assessments over just what kind of pokemon she would be facing. Ground types maybe? Perhaps a few insects. Given the theming of this gym feeling like some sort of desert palace those were the few things she could really consider. Perhaps when the trainer before her made their exit she might be able to make a better analysis on that….if they ever came out.
It certainly took a while as Sasha tried to patiently wait, to not be a nuisance in such a locale. They did have the benefits and kindness of a waiting room as the scent of the smoke coming out of the hookah, and out of the lungs of the men and women training here, filled the entire place. She coughed a little, as the scent was bitter at first, yet tinted with a lingering sweetness. It was alien to her, though they seemed to think it a delicacy as a few pipes were handed between themselves, with one going on to offer it to her, which she politely declined once again.
“Soooo…which kind of pokemon you got on your team? What’s the general consensus, the vibes around here?” she asked, this kindness towards her a most apt opportunity for questions and, if she was lucky, some answers. “I figure it’s ground, right? Like all that sand? Maybe poison given what you seem to suck out of that contraption?”
He merely looked at her as if she was barely there, an illusion to be ignored as while the man was pretty similarly-dressed as the receptionist, he certainly did not have his vivacity or his manners. It was, to be blunt, a massive bore as she did not come here to wait, but to do battle. Gyms were meant to be a test of skills, not to wait one’s turn patiently as if she was at the dentist. She got up, stretched and then went on to look at them all, figuring that she might actually get more answers by doing rather than just talking.
“You know what? I challenge one of you to a battle. I wanna see just how strong this place can make you, see if it’s on the level and what-not,” Sasha went on to suggest, an offer that was pretty much what she had been searching for with her queries, though also a way to prepare her own team against whoever this gym leader would turn out to be. “Isn’t there anyone amongst you who will take me on?”
Not a single person moved, save to partake more of the pleasures within the room, the renewed silence punctuated by the occasional cough from someone else within. She felt a twitch of frustration buzz in her mind. This was beginning to feel like an insult to her not just as a trainer, but as a person. To be ignored so thoroughly by people around her like she wasn’t even there! “Is this even a proper gym if no one wants. To. Battle. Me!”
“The Gym Leader has finished and is ready for you” the Receptionist interrupted with a smile, seeming completely unfazed by her outburst.
She snapped to her senses looking around the room. Where was this trainer? There was no sign of one, no pokemon, no nothing. “Uhm..if it’s okay to ask, where did the last challenger go?”
“Oh we have a special recuperation room for that. We share a building with the pokemon center. We find that a lot more efficient for everyone, wouldn’t you agree?” Something about that statement felt off. She barely knew this man so there was nothing for her to latch on in his speech to determine how honest he was being in the moment.
Sasha shook the weird from her head and grinned “Alright, I hope he’s ready for me then!” she grinned, grabbing the ball from her belt she knew Meditite to be in. This was gonna be easy. Even if it was gonna be a challenge Sasha still knew at least half the fight was gonna be mental, and with that she steeled herself with the knowledge she was a certified awesome trainer and was absolutely ready for this.
Yet as her own pokemon was ready to duke it out, she did notice another odd thing: the gym leader wasn’t even there. She was alone as the receptionist had decided to leave them be, making Sasha feel like she might have just been duped. Yet as she felt aggravated by so many bizarre happenstances, a curtain at the end of the room, a divide which hid a small stage revealed the Gym Leader in question as he sat cross-legged upon a small cushion and behind him…behind him could be seen three pokemon lounging on opulent and comfortable long chairs. The kind with tassels upon the extremities, velvet cushions, along with impeccable and deep colors. While he seemed to be wearing a somewhat more intricate variant of what other trainers were indeed attired with, the three pokemon that looked upon her seemed almost regal and…snobbish somehow. It wasn't clear which kind they were, but their position suggested lazing about, comfortable to observe rather than participate for the moment.
“Another challenger, eh? Let us see if you are worthy of the top three of this gym,” the man said, a mix between muscular and lean, athletic by any means. He wore a feathered hat, his vest had golden edges and lining sewn upon it, his sash adorned with coins and he went on to turn around, only for the three pokemon adjusting their stances so that Sasha could see them. A Gardevoir, a Salazzle and a Meowth from the Alolan region. Each was garbed in what could be described as harem-wear, or bedlah if one was to use the colloquial form of Haruba. They glanced at her, as if observing and then spoke to the gym leader. “Of course, it shall be done as you wish.”
“The top three…like your top three pokemon, right?” Sasha asked, this entire kind of vibe feeling wrong. There were some who found pokemons to be aesthetically pleasant or cute, to be sure, but to dress them in such revealing garments was…something else. Still, he threw a pokemon at her, a Pinsir as this would indeed be an actual battle now. Bug, much like she figured as the Meditite started with a zen headbutt, a move meant to simulate an actual cranial assault through mental means. It made the bug flinch, much to her satisfaction as Sasha went on to encourage her own pokemon. “Heck yeah, you got this Meditite!”
He most certainly did, for whatever the gym leader was planning was suspicious. Some did send their weakest first if only to test out what the opponent was worth, but this was ridiculously easy as the Pinsir was slow, sluggish, barely responsive. One quick look at his eyes and even that of the gym leader from afar reminded her of how those in the waiting lounge had been somewhat…dull. Something was fishy here, but as she pondered this her own Meditite went on to use psybeam, resulting in her opponent’s first competitor being knocked out. This had been easy…much too easy in fact.
Sasha put a hand on one hip and called out across the field. “What else ya got?”
The Pinsir was called back, vanishing in a ray of red light. The Gym Leader turned to the trio of pokemon behind him, a long silence between the four of them went on, each one tilting its head and moving their bodies in a way that seemed like a dance for a moment. “I think you might have what it takes then.”
Puzzled by this Sasha readied herself for whatever would come next. “Bring it on then!”
A new pokemon was released. The shifting beam of the pokemon pulling itself together into the shape of. Oh no. A Mismagius. “Hold on tight, Meditite, I believe in you!” The two pokemon sized one another up. Sasha watched on noting that the Mismagius also had something wrong with it. Though this time in the opposite direction, the weird blissed-out look in its eyes was still very noticeable but there was a strangely “alluring” vibe in the way it presented itself to her Meditite.
This was beginning to be the strangest battle she’d ever had.
The witch-looking Mismagius was indeed a bit aloof, floating above the arena they used for the fight as there was some latency coming from both pokemon. Waiting for the other’s move, though Sasha figured that it was time to just grab the initiative and go for broke. It might be a ghost-type…but she was no rookie either as she had taught Meditite moves through a Technique Machine: shadow ball. It paid to understand weakness and flaws in her own team and chosen partners as she grinned, about to rock everyone’s world with her preparedness.
“Meditite, use shadow ball!” she said, pointing her finger right at Mismagius to indicate Meditite’s target. Ready to go forth and demonstrate just how potent such an attack could be, what happened instead was perhaps the pinnacle of disappointment: nothing at all. Her pokemon didn’t even flinch or react as the Mismagius just kept on looking at it without moving. What was becoming entirely apparent, however, was that he was exceptionally focused upon that ghost. She approached him, her ectoplasm form brushing against him as their eyes never stopped glancing at one another. It was becoming downright bizarre as she didn’t even attack, she just…stared at him. “Meditite, come on…stop looking at the dead witch-thing and use shadow ball.”
Nothing, nada, zilch. Unresponsive as she had him under some form of spell. Attract, maybe hypnosis. He wouldn’t listen and he’d probably come to his senses eventually as she went on to return him inside his ball. She’d go on to choose another one to counter this type yet as she was checking out which was the best option, the gym leader and the three harem-clad pokemon observed her, interested in her as if she was not battling, but putting on a show instead.
She tried to remain resolute, “Alright, big guns then I guess.” Sasha tossed out Infernape, the fire/fighting type took a fighting stance, pointing an open palmed fist directly at the Mismagius before throwing a fist at the ghost type, the fist escalating in speed as it used Mach Punch. The Mismagius simply swayed to the side, evading the attack and then…to both Sasha and her pokemons surprise. Kissed him on the cheek.
That point of contact was all it took. Infernape's arms went slack as it face simply grew into a large cartoonish smile, utterly love struck with the teasing Mismagius who simply giggled at the other pokemon who simply just dropped on his butt in a seating position watching the Mismagius
At that point Sasha felt it boil over.
“Just what the absolute hell is going on here!” she shouted, storming past the “battling” pokemon, across the field and directly up to the gym leader “Everyone in this whole building has been acting absolutely out of their mind and this battle seems to be a complete joke to everyone including the pokemon!”
The Leader simply watched as she stomped her way up the stairs to meet him face to face.
“So just what gives here?!”
“He can’t hear you~” a deep sultry and distinctly feminine voice resonated into her mind as the gym leader collapsed backwards into a convenient chair behind him like a puppet who’s strings had been released from the hands of an expert puppeteer
“What..what the..” she was torn as far as reactions go, absolutely frightened by the voice projecting into her mind, and completely confused at the sight of the gym leader falling backward into his unconscious slump.
“We don’t normally get someone so...feisty. I like her, Salazzle” another voice spoke directly into her head.
“I think we should keep her, can we? Can we, I’m soooo bored of this one” a third voice spoke up, a slightly higher-pitched and playful tone like that of someone younger.
She spun to look at the pokemon; the trio of Salazzle, Gardevoir and Meowth stared at her, their eyes glowing with a supernatural power to them. They rose slowly, standing tall in their own way as they emerged from the proverbial shadows. There stood what could possibly be the true leaders of this most mysterious gym in Haruba. They were definitely pokemons, yet they were also filled with a certain intelligence that made them look frightening. And yet they were also rather intricately dressed, wearing bedlahs that outclassed those the others wore in ways that words could barely do justice.
“You are confused, aren’t you? We three are evolved, but not in a way you’d understand,” the Salazzle went on to say, her voice deep and rich, filled with a confidence that exuded charisma. Her slight purple, dark grey scales were accompanied by a bedlah of the most classic white, coupled with light touches of pink as she wore a small translucent facial veil, a feathered hat, pantaloons and a sash adorned with what one could only assume to be the badge of this gym: a swirling gemstone.
“Unbound from traditional powers, understanding and even intellect that plagues the other creatures you have decided to call pokemon,” another voice was heard, yet in Sasha’s mind as it was calm, collected, even compassionate although it certainly did not lack in flair as well. This one surely belonged to the psychic in the group, Gardevoir, whose green and gold outfit certainly did befit her. Long detached sleeves around her arms, a skirt flowing to her ankles albeit with a slit for her legs, a tube top upon which her chest adornment flowed through, all accompanied by a shawl upon her head.
“That’s right! We’re super pokemon, more like. With abilities that’ll leave you entirely breathless~” the Alolan Meowth added, her energy a bit contrasting with how these offshoots of the feline pokemon were renowned to be lazy and self-indulgent. The latter part was yet to be determined, however, as this one wore a purple open vest that covered a slight part of her upper abdomen, a low-cut top with coins hanging around, a golden low-hanging belt around her waist and a sirwal upon her legs. Her tail was adorned with many rings, her opulence and obvious love of gold showing off excessively as she smirked.
“W-what the…” Sasha replied to it all, a most common answer to such revelations as those could be illusions or a clever trick. Why would such pokemon boast such lovely forms and curves, more befit human girls like her rather than creatures such as them? Their own physique put her to shame, if she was being truthful, as she figured she might just need to battle them and prove herself…or perhaps flee given that this was massively strange.
“Battling isn’t really as fun as you think it is,” the Gardevoir said, in reaction to her thoughts. “Tests of power tend to lack any real value when one is as powerful as we.” The muscles in Sasha's stomach tightened as a flush of anxiety rushed through her. Of course that one could read her mind. Why wouldn’t a sentient hyper powerful Gardevoir be able to read her mind? Sasha turned and ran letting her instincts carry her away to run. Dashing as quickly as her legs could carry her. This was nothing for anyone, much less her, to mess with. She wasn’t a coward or anything, she was just smart enough to know when she was way in over her head.
But of course, the trio of pokemon had other ideas.
Gravity seemed to turn off for Sasha as she was lifted and pulled backwards with little effort, plucked up from the ground as one would lift a toy off the floor. “But...we can’t just let you leave,” the Gardevoir insisted as Sasha was spun around and brought back to her. “Haruba, whether they know it or not, is ours. And while we doubt anyone would believe you, it’s better to be smart about elements such as yourself,” she smiled, walking forward with grace, the tips of her legs moving in delicately as her hips swayed in a way that Sasha felt herself unconsciously gulp at with the level of sultry intent in them. “Plus...you’re very cute,” the Gardevoir would then extend her hand toward Sasha’s nose. Giving it a boop.
“You are, however, welcome to try~” The Meowth’s playful tone teased her as Sasha tried to fidget with her hand to get it closer to her belt. Her mind whirling with a million thoughts that made it impossible for herself to figure out what she was going to do. Perhaps one of her own pokemon would be able to save her, to go forth and give her a chance to flee. “Welcome to try to fight, to run, to do anything. Won’t do you any good, though~”
The feline went closer as Sasha was unable to move properly, flailing in the air whenever she did succeed in gaining some modicum of control over her muscles. Gardevoir and Meowth were close, but still Salazzle was yet to cross the gap as she went on to lift her facial veil, place two fingers on her lips and then a kiss was blown…one covered in thick pheromones. Like a sparkling pink gas that went on to possess a mind of its own, it coursed its way towards Sasha as her first thought was that Salazzle were only supposed to be able to enchant men…but the moment that sweet and arousing scent hit her dead on this was proven false, as perhaps this extra-evolved one had moved past this barrier, this limit. “Breathe deeply, sweetie. You’ll be soon having the time of your life~”
Sasha wanted to hold her breath in, to resist and yet her body, even something as simple as controlling her mouth and nostrils, went on to be removed from her own autonomy. She took it in as the sweet, all-encompassing scent filtered through her breathing, spreading within her as it made her feel a bit dizzy, a bit woozy…but also more than just a little warm. Then as the deed was done, Salazzle chuckled as she went on to get closer and danced, placing one leg forward as she brushed the air with one half of a figure-eight, the start of something both equally great and terrible. “W-what…”
Despite Salazzle getting near, however, it was actually Meowth who was the first to really showcase her stuff as she went on to brush Sasha’s cheek with her tail. This caused the helpless trainer to go forth and lock her gaze upon the blue-furred feline girl, yet not necessarily by her own initiative as it was Gardevoir’s control who made any motion possible…or rather forced. Yet the pheromones seemed not just to be beholden to Salazzle as the further she glanced at Meowth the more she looked magnificent, covered in all that gold that made her shine. “Yes indeed, you’ll go on to feel so, so great. Look at the way I sparkle, the way I dance~”
Shimmies, rapid shaking of the hips with no pause, were the motions of choice from the Meowth as she stepped on the tip of her toes and twirled slowly but efficiently. The jingling of coins like bells, resonating within Sasha’s ears and mind as while she watched this, Gardevoir came to play closer as the psychic pokemon wanted to have some fun as well. “It is a process, but one of absolute pleasure. It is fun to watch us, isn’t it? We look beautiful, don’t we?” she said while projecting that calm voice in Sasha’s mind. It sounded objective, like facts rather than opinion as the background, the gym faded due to Gardevoir’s mingling, to her powers being used so efficiently. She went on to move her arms serpentine, those detached sleeves making them seem as if she had Slithers instead of appendages, fingers beckoning to her chest with that protuberance pointing out of it.
“B-beauti…b-beautiful…” Sasha agreed, her mind indeed starting to crawl towards their way of thinking, to the suggestions that they sent with their own appeal. Yet as both Meowth and Gardevoir went on to occupy much of the space, they twirled to the side in order to make it so Salazzle could claim the spotlight. She rolled her belly, each subsequent undulation letting escape more pheromones as Sasha breathed them unwittingly at first…until she did so voluntarily. Intoxicating, addictive, it made them look so gorgeous, so powerful in their allure and yet this was but the first step of something altogether more potent.
The Salazzle continued to move with an elegant grace that captivated her, eyes fixated on the way she moved, her hips, that stomach. The trio of pokemon smiled as the inevitable occurred and her eyes filled in with a green and grey on purple spirals in her eyes as she rapidly fell into the trance
“As we said, a process of pleasure…beauty,” their leader said, the Salazzle obviously running the show. Sasha felt so small in comparison to the way they all moved. A vague awareness of the Gardevoir moving close, fingers gently touching her cheeks and keeping her gaze transfixed, an act primarily for show as even if Sasha could look elsewhere…she wouldn’t. The combination of sight and scent having completely wound her in the fingers and paws of her forced audiences desires.
The Meowth’s tail gently invaded her clothes for a moment. “Just let it happen. It’s so much fun..we can let you be like us..or you can be like the other puppets.”
“We’ve considered an avatar, someone for…the effort of getting others to come here, an emissary of some sort.” Salazzle’s voice oozed like honey, her body’s motions and hip drops carrying on with a fluid ease. “It would be so easy to make you feel exquisitely appealing, confident, ours. Would that not be so satisfying?”
“It would be immensely pleasurable” Gardevoir cooed next to her, her fingers gently toying with Sasha’s long hair a bit as her telekinesis pushed and moved Sasha’s hips to slowly mimic Salazzle, if only enough to tease.
“Pets are only as fun as they are when they have…some will to obey” The Meowth insisted. They were all toying with her, their soft semi-whispers both physical and mental eroding Sasha’s will as for a split moment she understood why none ever did succeed in gaining that gym’s badge: because of them. Those in the lobby had tried and were now enslaved, complete thralls to those three mysterious and overwhelming beauties. As it dawned on her, it also soon left her mind as one small pulse of Gardevoir’s psychic abilities made short work of that train of thought, letting it go away in favor of immediate gratification.
“What say you? Would you like to be at our beck and call? To be special to us and to feel this way…forever?” Salazzle offered as the trio surrounded her, fingers brushing against her, making her feel flush and faint as there was no fight, no way to properly repel their influence. They were too powerful, too mysterious, too unique and as Sasha had inhaled so much of those pheromones, her brain being comforted to complacency by Gardevoir and her sight dazzled by the shining opulence of Meowth, a smile crept upon her face as she grinned in a silly, mindless fashion.
“Yesssss…” was her only answer, the one that made sense as this prompted for Meowth to take her pokeballs, to pick those lower creatures as they would be brainwashed later, to be added to their own harem. Now was the time to go forth and make her look the part as Gardevoir then went on to use her powers to slip Sasha’s vestments away, moving them away from sight as Meowth and Salazzle brought much more fitting clothes for her to wear.
“Very good. What we want you to do is super simple,” Meowth went on to say as she placed curved slippers upon those dainty feet, red-colored and made of nice fabric to ensure protection against the warm sand of Haruba.
“You need but to stand outside and lure in people to our own domain, to what you would call a gym,” Gardevoir went on to add as pantaloons were weaved from silken and velvety fabric, sewn from thin air with the fabric taken from a corner behind the stage. Red and gold, lustrous and downright luxurious material as it hugged her forms quite well.
“Looking pretty, enticing, promising fun and glory~” Salazzle continued as she picked up a sash, fingers brushing against those hips and that waist before indeed going on to wrap it around those. It was of golden and glistening material, full of sequin, meant indeed to bedazzle and glimmer beneath the sun.
“Nothing else to it, really. Just look pretty and bring new slaves to us,” Meowth concluded as she clasped a bra upon that bust of hers, red and gold as well with coins dangling below alongside small trails of beads.
“We do want to add more of the lowly ones to us so that we may see which are worthy to evolve…and those who should still serve,” Gardevoir added, slipping in cuffs and bracers upon Sasha’s arms, gold and bejeweled with rubies to add to the very simple color palette they went for her.
“Think about it. You could be responsible for adding more beauties like us to serve, for us to charm and hypnotize you…because yes, that’s what we’ve been doing and you loved it, didn’t you?” Salazzle said with a tease, placing the final touch with a tiara around her brow, spicing things up with one last kiss of pheromones straight to her face as Sasha’s expression was silly-looking, too much bliss filling her emptying mind.
“L-loved..it,” she answered. Truthfully. At least...what little was left of her to think did. The spirals in her eyes never quite faded as she felt her wants and desires shift to match those of her new...Mistresses? Goddesses?
“Owners.” She’d lost track of which one added to the line of titles she was granting the new pokemon. A pleasing pulse of happiness filled her. She did love it. Others would too. She would gladly lead others to the harem. To join her. To join the others. Sasha was so lost in the pleasurable feeling she didn’t even register that her new Mistresses were giggling to her face. In time they would hypnotically fill her mind with everything she would need. The ways to move her hips and legs, to tempt those who would look at her. Sasha would look at passing trainers who found themselves in Haruba, her new found hypnotic skills, the way she could pave a road of suggestions leading them to a fate similar to hers.
Because no one ever left Haruba, the harem the size of a city.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Pokemon
Gender Female
Size 1310 x 1748px
SEXY!!!!
I love the turbans and veils on Meowth and Salazzle
I love the turbans and veils on Meowth and Salazzle
They do look quite nice with those on, yes. ;)
I LOVE THEM!!! Can they turn me into a cute belly dancer too please? Or at least a cute gold statue that they'll cuddle and pamper for eternity??? ^///^
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