A Different Munum
A 'reboot' commissioned by Mobysimo, with a very different Munum Region adventure.
A Different Munum
By Shadymissionary
Commissioned by Mobsimo
The S.S. Malifa was a specialized luxury cruise ship dedicated to ferrying tourists across the ocean to the Munum region. Apparently, it was owned by one of Munum's founding families, whose symbol was a stylized golden eye with a ruby iris. The luxury ship sailed across the ocean waters, Wingulls and Pelippers flying over the furnished deck chairs and supervised outdoor pool. Two 18 year-old vacationing trainers ignored the birds and tried to squint their destination into appearing on the horizon.
"Think this'll be fun, Ash?" One of the boys, a dark-skinned brunette with blue eyes and a grey pair of swimming shorts, patted his Cinderace on the head.
"Oh yeah." A paler-skinned young man with black hair, brown eyes and a red swimsuit, smirked while rubbing his Pikachu's chin. "This is gonna be a great vacation, Goh."
Goh smiled back as their destination finally appeared over the horizon, a long strip of sandy-white desert with a dazzling splash of color in the center. He wasn't the only person smiling, as one of the lifeguards keeping an eye on them sent a message out before informing the assorted swimmers that it would be time to disembark soon.
The Munum Region was hot, in more ways than one. The small continent was almost entirely desert, with it's few cities built either next to the ocean or around scattered oases. It wasn't insufferably hot or humid, thankfully. Rumor was that it never actually rained there, with all the fresh water being taken from either an underground water table or filtered from the sea.
But it was also becoming the hot new location for vacationing Pokemon trainers, attracting plenty of tourists and travellers to check out the enticing culture. The climate was all but perfect for beachside vacations, with almost the entire border of the country being dedicated to hotels and luxury. And then there was the artwork and culture...beautiful patterns of color unlike anything anywhere else, spirals and circles that drew the eye towards them and lured the curious in droves. The food wasn't half bad either, and something about the culture encouraged people to stay longer than they had planned...
When they finally landed at the port, the two trainers were excited to explore the town. Granted, this was probably all they would get to see...the inner city of Al-Mazid was strictly for locals only, deep inside the massive desert. But Rekik more than made up for it...a fireworks display of color and smell and sound, just waiting for visitors to see everything.
Ash and Goh spent several hours walking through the marketplace, staring at all the rugs, jewelry and assorted trinkets while drinking down Munum's specialty fruit juice. The dusty market was crowded with people and Pokemon, most of them dressed for the sun. Goh had long since gotten rid of his jacket and tucked it into his backpack, but from the look of things, no one would have objected to him taking off his shirt like many of the natives. They were both just a little too self-conscious to go that far. Instead, they just wiped their foreheads clear of sweat yet again.
Dancing seemed to be another highlight of Munum culture, with several performers on the street moving their bodies in surprisingly entertaining ways, men and women alike. Several of these dancers had tattoos on their chests, Munum spirals that seemed to dance on their skin and were all but impossible to look away from. Even Ash, who could not dance to save his life, had to admit that these were pretty cool dances.
Goh chuckled as they watched a handsome young man wearing an elaborate suit act out some kind of interpretive re-enactment of the city's founding that neither of them could understand. At least, that's what they guessed of the man dancing with his Arbok, staring into each other's eyes while the long snake shifted around him. "Heh, can you imagine trying to do that?"
"No way. I'd trip over my own feet." Ash replied with a laugh.
It was almost sunset before the two boys finally decided to head to their hotel. The Lanturn's Light wasn't anything too special, a tall sandstone building with an attached Pokemon Center. The Center itself was as clean and professional as any that they'd seen, with a Nurse Joy dressed in a pink-and-white Munum abaya. After they placed their Pokemon in the center to rest overnight, the two of them were just about to head to their rooms when the nurse spoke up.
"Oh, Ash and Goh? From the S.S. Malifa?"
Ash and Goh turned around and nodded. "That's us. What's up?"
The woman picked up something from the register, two slips of paper with the boys' names on it. The logo of the ship was embossed on the tickets, with a room number for the hotel. The tickets seemed to sparkle in the light, a colorful spiral built into the fabric.
"The ship captain dropped these off just now...apparently, they didn't get the chance to give these to you before you disembarked. But as passengers of the S.S. Malifa staying here, you're entitled to a free private show of one of Munum's latest movies. I cannot recommend it enough...Munum movies are an incredibly unique experience unlike anywhere else in the world. You'll never see movies the same way again."
"Really?" Ash grabbed the tickets eagerly. "That's awesome! What time does the movie start?"
"Whenever you're ready. Just present the tickets to the man at the front door, and the two of you can enjoy an amazing private movie night."
"Sweet!" Goh grabbed his ticket out of Ash's hand and started running for the exit, with Ash only staying behind just long enough to wave goodbye to Pikachu.
The Nurse Joy smiled before pressing a button underneath her desk. "Don't worry, your Pokemon will be fine. We pride ourselves on ensuring the comfort and safety of your Pokemon friends. Enjoy your movie!"
"Thanks miss!" Ash hurriedly ran to catch up to Goh, not noticing that the Nurse was smiling a little wider than normal as Pikachu and the Pokeballs were wheeled into the back rooms of the center. She hadn't been lying, Pikachu and the other Pokemon would be very safe and happy. And the two very cute boys would be the same...very, very soon.
Room 118 of the Lanturn's Lure was easy enough to find in the small hotel, and Ash and Goh cheerfully handed their tickets over to the doorman, who gave the two of them an approving smile before letting them enter the soundproofed room. The private room definitely looked like a luxury home theater, with a massive screen dominating one wall and two large cushions to sit down on. In the corner of the room was a small ceramic bowl with sweet-smelling incense burning inside.
"This'll be interesting..." Goh remarked as he took the blue cushion on the left. "Just hope the movie is exciting."
"Hey, it's free." Ash shrugged as he took the red right cushion and picked up the TV remote. Only one button, the triangle symbol of 'play'. Not even options for volume or pause. Maybe it was part of the unique experience...
Well, whatever. Ash pressed the button and sat back into the cushion as the huge screen activated. The dark screen slowly came alive with soft blues, oranges and reds in strange swirling patterns like the ones they'd seen in the marketplace.
You are about to enter a brand new world, a theatrical but soothing voice explained as the colours became brighter. A world of colours and sounds like you have never experienced before. So sit back, relax, watch and listen closely...
"Sounds cool." Goh remarked, his eyes glued to the screen next to Ash's. "Is this an art film or something?"
"Maybe it's just the opening credits sequence..." Ash proposed.
The screen came alive with a deep, beautiful spiral of colors that drew the two boy's eyes to the center of the screen. The screen blossomed into a lotus whose petals seemed to drape around their vision, the music humming into their minds as the scent of the incense shifted into something intoxicating. Every so often, a strange bell sound that neither boy recognized chimed, a beautiful and distinctive noise that they soon committed to subconscious memory.
Both trainers watched the colors become more and more elaborate, heard the music become more and more soothing, the smell becoming more and more intense...but neither of them could move or turn away from the screen. They couldn't even think of it. They didn't want to anymore.
The beauty of the colors, the sound of the bell, the smell of the incense...it makes you feel wonderful, completely at ease, thinking of nothing but how happy you are...Allow it to. Let your minds slip away...let your fears vanish. Speak the truth of what you feel.
"I feel...good..." Ash murmured, his eyes starting to glaze over and his mouth slowly drifting in to a wide smile. Every breath he took filled his lungs with the intoxicating smell of incense, which slowed his thoughts to an even slower crawl than before.
"I...feel at ease...this is a good movie..." Goh murmured, a drip of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth. He closed it, if only so there would be nothing to drown out the sound of the wonderful music that was filling his head.
Excellent. You should always speak the truth. Telling the truth makes you feel good. Relax even deeper now...let your fears and worries slp away until there is nothing in the way of your happiness. You should only feel good from now on.
"Yes..." both boys spoke as one, their eyes beginning to reflect the glimmering spirals that were growing more and more intense on the screen. The spirals swallowed up their fears, concerns, worries and thoughts as they sunk deeper into the bliss the movie promised, never once considering how strange the situation was or how vulnerable they had become...
Do you recognize the sound of the Munum Bell now?
"Yes." Ash and Goh answered, knowing that the bell had been the one they had intermittently heard through the video.
Excellent. When you hear the sound of the bell, you will fall completely. You feel nothing but happiness as you listen and speak the truth. You will awaken on hearing the bell again, but the truth will not change.
"Yes..."
DING
And with that, both boys sat rigid, their eyes wide and spinning and their smiles stretching across their face, happy and empty of thought. Ash and Goh sat in place, patiently awaiting what would happen next.
You only speak the truth. What you say will be the truth. Repeat these words as they are spoken.
"We only speak the truth. What we say will be the truth." Both boys chanted obediently, their smiles never leaving their faces.
You love feeling this way. You wish to continue.
"We love feeling this way. We wish to continue."
Repeat.
"We love feeling this way. We wish to continue."
Repeat.
"We love feeling this way. We wish to continue."
The sound of the Munum bell chimed, and both boys blinked themselves awake. The swirls vanished from both the screen and their eyes, and Ash and Goh shook their heads clear.
"Heh...wow...was that the Munum movie experience?" Ash asked blearily.
"I liked it." Goh chuckled.
Hello, this is just a quick check up. A friendly voice came from the television. To ensure that you have the best possible experience, we will take a very quick survey from you.
"Um...sure." Ash replied, not sure if this was part of the recording or if someone was calling them from outside the room.
Are you enjoying the experience?
"Yes!" Ash and Goh couldn't answer fast or emphatically enough. "This is amazing!"
Do you wish to continue?
"Absolutely!"
Are you telling the truth?
Ash and Goh blinked. That was a strange question...especially since the answer was so obvious.
"Of course we're telling the truth." Ash answered.
"We would never tell a lie." Goh added.
Thank you for your honesty. Please wait 30 seconds to continue.
Ash and Goh didn't move from their seats, staring at the screen and eagerly awaiting the continuation of the entrancing movie. They hadn't been watching long, but it was certainly the amazing experience they had been promised, and they couldn't wait to see more.
"Why'd they break for 30 seconds?" Ash eventually asked.
Goh thought for a second. "Maybe it's a screen check or someth-"
DING
The screen hadn't changed, but the boys swiftly fell back into their trance regardless. Their eyes glazed over, their mouths froze into wide smiles. The 'check' had been completed, and it was a total success.
You are good boys, and good boys are happy to follow instructions.
"We are good boys, and good boys are happy to follow instructions."
Repeat.
"We are good boys, and good boys are happy to follow instructions." The smiles became wider as the instructions reinforced themselves. They were happy to follow the instructions to repeat that they were happy to follow instructions...and this would only get more and more intense as time went on.
Repeat.
"We are good boys, and good boys are happy to follow instructions." Someone once said that if something is said three times, it becomes absolutely true.
The black screen clicked and shifted into the wall, opening up into a dimly lit hallway where two very pleased employees waited.
"Follow us."
Two good boys who were happy to follow instructions got up and entered the hallway, happily walking into the darkness hidden in the hotel, where no-one would find them again...
...
Ash blinked himself awake to find himself alone in a strange room that didn't seem to have any doors, just walls covered with large panels. Large, bright panels...what was going on? This wasn't his bedroom or the tv room.
"Goh? Where's Goh?! What's going on-"
Quiet.
Ash was surprised when he clamped his mouth shut, and a little worried that doing so made him feel...good. He shouldn't be feeling good, he was alone in a weird room without his Pokémon and with no idea where his friend was!
Ash started shaking, trying to hold himself together as he attempted to figure out what he was supposed to do now. None of this added up, this situation felt so wrong, and the boy was starting to panic...
DING
The panic vanished from his face, along with any thoughts or feelings other than mindless happiness.
You have nothing to fear.
"I have nothing to fear."
You obey without question.
"I obey without question."
All that matters is what is asked of you.
"All that matters is what is asked of me."
Repeat the last three statements three times.
"I have nothing to fear. I obey without question. All that matters is what is asked of me. I have nothing to fear. I obey without question. All that matters is what is asked of me. I have nothing to fear. I obey without question. All that matters is what is asked of me." There was a finality to the final statement, even with the mindless voice.
DING
Ash shook his head clear of as much fog as he could. But it still felt like his head was full of cotton...at least he wasn't scared anymore. He just had to wait to hear what would be asked of him.
He didn't have to wait long. Take all your clothes off. The electronic voice commanded dispassionately.
Ash blushed furiously, but he didn't ask questions. All that mattered was what was asked of him, he had nothing to fear. But he was still very embarrassed being completely exposed where he had to assume someone was watching, and he tried to take as much time as he could. The boy started by removing his hat and his jacket and shoving them to the side, before kicking off his shoes and removing his socks.
Next was his shirt, exposing his bare chest. This was the last thing he could remove before things became...awkward...but he couldn't stop here. That wasn't what he was asked to do, so he couldn't stop. With no small amount of reluctance, Ash unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, revealing his white boxer shorts to whoever was watching.
Ash almost resisted after stepping out of his discarded jeans, but he had been given an order, and he had to follow it. Biting his lips and closing his eyes, as if what he couldn't see wouldn't see his shame, he pulled his briefs down, rendering himself completely naked. Ash's hands hurriedly covered his now exposed cock...
DING
You are not ashamed of anyone seeing your body. Your body is your most important asset. It is important that you keep your body appealing and available to everyone.
"I am not ashamed of anyone seeing my body. My body is my most important asset. It is important that I keep my body appealing and available to everyone."
Repeat
...
DING
Ash quickly uncovered himself, his hands falling to his sides. Why should he feel ashamed? When he took a minute to look at himself, Ash had to admit that his body looked pretty appealing. He was quite cute as a boy and handsome as a young man, with his dark hair and pale skinned body. He had very lean muscles from years of hiking, though his member wasn't anything too remarkable one way or another. A hint of curiosity made Ash feel up his rear...it was quite firm, and something about that sensation made his member swell...
DING
Close your eyes and raise your arms to your sides.
The hypnotized Ash obeyed with a smile, and the lights in the room all around him intensified.
Repeat this phrase until told to stop: "I am 454, and my life begins now."
"I am 454, and my life begins now." Ash intoned as the light sunk into his skin, slowly darkening his complexion. "I am 454, and my life begins now. I am 454, and my life begins now. I am 454, and my life begins now..."
...
You are worth less than Pokemon. You are beneath this Pikachu. Serve him as you would a master.
"I am worth less than Pokemon. I am beneath this Pikachu. I serve him as I would a master." A slightly tanned naked brunette chanted as he walked around on all fours, carrying a Pikachu on his back like a beast of burden. The mouse, who wore an odd headset with goggles and headphones, didn't seem to care about the boy giving it a ride, simply swatting his paws at the boy's sides whenever he wanted to turn. He could see lots of people in exactly the same situation as him, and a part of him wondered what the point of this was, until the Pikachu smacked him again, which snapped him back to obedience.
"I am worth less than Pokemon. I am beneath this Pikachu. I serve him as I would a master..."
...
454 unconsciously moved his hand over his short hair. He almost remembered it being longer and having it cut until it was just an inch all around, just like he remembered his skin being lighter than the appealing tan it used to be. But it didn't matter, his life was starting now and this was who he was.
After the nameless boy had finished in the room with the bright lights, the other room with the chair and scissors, and the final room with a chair and a pen needle, he had been moved into a small communal room with a single table. Several plates were sitting on the table, each one with an equally-sized lump of grey porridge. No doubt for all of the other naked young men in the room.
Not that 454 minded or cared. He wasn't ashamed of his body, why should he be ashamed of anyone else's? Especially since it was their best asset. Every boy he saw had a permanent tattoo of several concentric circles on their chest, and 454 knew he had one as well. The mark of a Munum slave.
Eat.
The plates had numbers, and 454 quickly found his own. It was right across from 604, a cute brunette with naturally darker skin and blue eyes. 454 wasn't sure why, but he felt like he had a...connection with this boy. Especially when their eyes met.
Ash quickly pushed the food into his mouth and down into his stomach. The porridge wasn't terrible tasting, but it had obviously been made more to be healthy than to be tasty. For the best, since he had to take care of his body, his best asset. Same with 604, who ate fast. Some of the other boys were a little slower to finish their meals, which meant they had just a little time to talk...
"Hey...um, 604. How did you do with...your training?"
604 nodded eagerly. "Really good! I think I aced the dancing."
454 chuckled. "I'm pretty sure I failed that. But I think I did well with everything else..."
"That's good...um, 454." 604 squinted. "Um...have we met before?"
The brunette almost thought, but shook his head. "No...I don't know. Maybe in a different life. But this is our new life now..."
"Which Pokémon did they ask you to see?"
"A Pikachu." 454 replied casually. "We never met before."
"Mine was a Cinderace-"
The conversation was quickly interrupted. Move to the water wall.
454 and the other boys obediently walked to the wall. The wall was covered with strage-looked faucets made of soft plastic, shaped as erect rods with soft balls just underneath. It wasn't hard to figure out what they were meant to represent...it was what they and the other boys had between their legs. This was a cost-saving measure to combine sustenance with extra training.
Suck for your water. Do not bite, use your tongue and mouth. Be gentle but firm.
454 opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the pseudo-cock, pressing and sucking and pushing it deeper into his mouth. It was almost pressing up against his throat, and 454 could feel his own member swell...until the voice spoke again.
Your pleasure does not matter. You focus should be on your master. You are only satisfied when he is satisfied. You must be able to work while completely containing your pleasure.
The naked, nameless boy accepted this truth, and let his member go flaccid as he focused all his attention on the cock that served as practise for his future, massaging it with his tongue and lips firmly and carefully.
The rudimentary device was finally satisfied with 454's performance, and refreshing water soon spurted from the tip of the soft plastic cock. The boy had to swallow each drop carefully to avoid gagging, but he managed to accept his well-earned reward. He had to admit, a part of him was looking forward to doing this for real...
And hopefully, 604 would stay close to him. The boy was happy enough that 604 happened to be right next to him, sucking his faux cock a little more sloppily but still effectively. He knew he had no business asking for anything, wanting anything. He'd learned that during the first hour of his training, when...a boy he only vaguely remembered tried to ask for something. 454 didn't even remember what it was, maybe it was clothes, maybe it was food, maybe it was answers...it didn't matter. People like him didn't have any right to request anything, only provide.
But he still hoped he'd see more of that cute boy, one way or another...even if he didn't truly remember why. Even if he wouldn't when his life truly began...after the long walk.
...
Look at yourself.
454 did so, staring at the mirror in front of him. His eyes saw a naked young man with short black hair and a mild tan, with little else to distinguish him from the other boys that were being trained with. In fact, he turned to the left, seeing all of them in a line next to him. At a glance, someone would have thought they were twins.
Tell me, what do you see?
The answer was obvious.
"Property." he said "We are all property"
...
No-one thought twice about the truck driving into the desert early in the morning. Al-Mazid, the capital of Munum, was far inland and closed-off to almost all tourists. Being so far from the sea and prying eyes, they needed deliveries of food, water, supplies and...other things.
As soon as the truck was far enough away from Rekik that no tourist would ever see it, the thing opened up and a small group of captured boys stepped out, their bare bodies soaking up the sun as they stood on the sand. 454 and 604 were among them, as naked as newborns in the harsh sunlight and not questioning anything anymore.
A speaker on the truck sang with feedback for a second before speaking to the assorted boys. "Where are we?"
"The Munum Desert." The entire group answered as one.
"Where is this truck's destination?"
"Al-Mazid, the hidden capital of Munum."
"And what awaits you there?"
"A lifetime of slavery." That word might've scared Ash Ketchum a lifetime ago, but there was a comfort in it for 454. It was where he and 604 and all the others belonged, what they were meant for. What would give them the greatest pleasure and happiness.
"You are unchained, unbound. You could follow the tracks back to Rekik. Will you attempt to escape or resist?"
"No." Everyone answered firmly and sincerely.
"Then follow the truck, and repeat the mantra of the slave."
With all the advances Munum had made, including the much safer and much more effective tanning rooms, this part was probably unnecessary. But traditions were traditions, and there was something quite satisfying about witnessing how utterly tamed the captures had become. Each and every boy marched alongside the truck, their bare feet digging into the sand while their masters stayed in the cool truck, all while repeating their mindless mantra.
"I am a slave." 454 and 604 chanted, walking beside each other. "I have no name, I have no past. All that matters is what my master wants. I am a slave. I have no name, I have no past. All that matters is what my master wants. I am a slave..."
And they kept going with every step the entire walk across the miles-long desert, erasing whatever shreds of their former self remained. 454 could feel his mind drip away like the sweat from his body, fleeting memories of electric mice and fiery rabbits vanishing into the sands, blown away in the wind to never return again. And in their place...nothing. A blank emptiness of the mantra of the slave, to be filled only by whatever master purchased him when they arrived at Al-Mazid.
By the time they had arrived at the tall marble walls of Munum's capital, there was absolutely nothing left of Ash Ketchum or Goh Fujihachi. There was only 454 and 604, two naked slave boys who didn't even have the presence of mind to consider how tired they were from hours of walking, or even register their surroundings.
Al-Mazid was a magnificent city in it's own right, with marble walls and smooth sandstone roads. Incense burners were set up alongside colorful banners proudly displaying the hypnotic legacy of the city.
Munum natives in colorful robes walked the streets, followed closely by naked to half-naked slaves with circle tattoos and content smiles. Several burly slaves even carried palanquins for the richer masters, while scrawnier ones cleaned the streets with the same happiness as the ones dancing for pleasure in the open-air brothels.
A large tent had been set up on the outskirts of the city, for relatively cheap auctions. There was only the barest of amenities for the exhausted slaves...a single bowl of food each and just enough water to regain their strength. Once they were ready, each slave was given a sign with their number to wear around their neck, the only bit of 'clothing' they were permitted, and instructed to simply stand in place as the auction began.
454 obeyed, standing in a grid as several Munum natives came to inspect the boys on offer. It was an empty blur of sounds and smells, with the occasional feeling of a hand on his skin. Strangers gripped him by the chin, stroked his tattooed chest and pinched his rear, all testing him in varying ways before finally deciding on his starting price as the auction began in earnest.
He could vaguely hear things nearby. "Yes, yes, this one's a workhorse, good for a farmhand or hard laborer. Not too shabby on the eyes, so the bid starts at 200, do I hear 250? 300! Well done, sir. Now, this here cutie..."
454 tuned most of it out. It was irrelevant, he wouldn't see the other slaves again anyway. He only perked up to listen when he and 604 came up.
"Ok, lot 604 and 454!" The auctioneer announced the two of them, bringing the attention of several eyes to their naked bodies. "We're getting late in the day and these two adorable general-use slaves came together, so we're offering a bargain for the both of them."
A tiny part of 454 was glad that he would stay close with 604, but he knew not to show it to his potential buyers as the auctioneer continued. "Now, these two are general-use, good for basic tasks. Not too strong or fertile, but not scrawny or weak either, and definitely open to teaching in any arts you prefer! They come packaged with a Pikachu and a Cinderace, both fully tameable. Let's start the bidding at 350! 375? 400!"
Scattered voices yelled out steadily increasing numbers for a minute or so, until the auctioneer loudly announced "Sold! Lot 454 and 604 sold to the young man with the red vest for 535! Enjoy your purchase, young man!"
The two purchased slaves watched as their new master stepped up to pick them up. The young man was around their age, a slightly chubby Munum native with dark skin, a dark brown turban, pale pantaloons, and a swirl tattoo on his chest underneath his red vest. Bright green eyes sparkled with delight as he appraised his new slaves, rubbing his chin as he considered his new purchase.
"My name is Tamin, and I am your new master. You..." he pointed to 454. "Your name is Mouse."
454 nodded and accepted his new name. "My name is Mouse."
Tamin turned to his other new slave. "And you are now Bunny."
604 nodded obediently. "My name is Bunny."
Mouse and Bunny couldn't help but smile. It felt...good to have names again. It was a sign that they were finally owned and would soon be given their purpose.
"Mouse and Bunny...sleep."
The two naked slaves, now named Mouse and Bunny, clamped their eyes shut and were immediately dead to the world around them.
...
"Wake up, Mouse and Bunny."
Mouse opened his eyes, and saw his new master has taken them out of the auction tent and brought them to a small room with a single bed and a small tv connected to a tape player. He and Bunny were sitting on the edge of the cot across from where Tamin was standing, reading a small book with a spiral of some kind on the cover. The way he was holding it made it so Mouse couldn't read the name of it. Next to him were a Pikachu and a Cinderace, no doubt their master's Pokemon.
"Ok...let's see, the tape will cover basic instructions, so use this time to shape overall instructions and personality...use the bell, right, let's get started!"
Tamin picked a bell out of his pocket and rang it, and the two slaves' eyes went empty and their smiles stretched across their faces.
The young master chuckled before he began his explanation. "Alright. I've opened up a restaurant here, and you two are going to be the eye-candy waiters. You will both be dedicated to making my restaurant the best possible experience for my customers, so you'll be keeping your bodies nice-looking and providing good service with a smile. You will be the perfect cute waiters."
Mouse and Bunny nodded. "We will be the perfect waiters."
"...little creepy, but we're just getting started. Mouse, you'll be the submissive. Meek, just a little timid, and very, very cute. You're the person who'll say yes to all your customer's requests, and won't stop them from feeling you up. You love every time someone touches, smacks or pokes you. You always want more, but your too shy to ask for more. And every time someone comes to your defense, you get more aroused than before and it doesn't go away until you fall asleep."
Mouse nodded obediently. There was already a picture of himself, the meek waiter making no effort to stop his customer's hands as he waited on them hand and foot.
"Bunny will be just a little more dominant. Between the two of you, he'll be the top. He's confident and charming, much as a slave can be. You're more of a performer, the dancer who draws attention to himself whenever requested. You will be able to argue against guests. The defiant servant will draw in more business"
Bunny nodded as well.
"There's only room for one servant's bed, but that's ok. You two love each other deeply, and will be happy to sleep together every night. On normal nights you'll just cuddle each other to sleep, but on special nights, you'll put on a good show for me and my camera. Mouse loves the feel and taste of Bunny's cock, and makes sure to give it just that little extra attention. Bunny loves how Mouse's mouth and ass feel, and goes wild for that cute little squeak Mouse gives when he cums."
The two boys nodded, and Tamin smiled. "This is who you've always been. You have always been Mouse and Bunny, the sexy waiter couple who live to please others. You have never been anything else in your life, and you won't be anything else again. Now, Mouse. Who are you?"
"I am Mouse, the submissive waiter. I don't resist anyone from feeling me up while I serve them, because I am as meek as a mouse. When I am not serving, I work to maintain my body so I stay healthy and attractive. I sleep with Bunny every night, either cuddling or performing for a camera. I love sleeping with him because I love how his cock feels and tastes. This is who I have always been, and who I will always be."
"Good boy. Bunny?"
"I am Bunny, the performing waiter. I am the top in my relationship with Mouse, though I am still a slave. I draw attention, dancing for my customers as well as serving their every wish. When I am not serving, I work to maintain my body so I stay healthy and attractive. I sleep with Mouse every night, either cuddling or performing for a camera. I love sleeping with him because I love the noise he makes when I fuck him. This is who I am, and who I will always be."
Tamin chuckled. "Alright, that's the fun stuff...now for the boring work stuff." Tamin inserted the tape and pressed play. "I'll see you when the tape is finished...and I want to see you cuddling the way I want to when I get back."
"Yes, master." The still hypnotized Mouse and Bunny watched the tape obediently, the custom tape teaching them how to become the perfect sexy waiters for Tamin's restaurant...
...
Tamin checked his watch. The two should be ready now, and he still needed to hand them their 'uniforms'. Granted, short shorts with bracelets and anklets wouldn't be much of a uniform, but still. He also had a few ideas to tattoo their bodies further...but maybe he should wait until the restaurant was a little more secure before he got too crazy.
He started by leaning his ear on the doorway to make sure he didn't get caught by accident by the hypnotic screen...the devices were designed for tourists and most native Munumians had built up a resistance. If nothing else, the bells that would control a slave's trance wouldn't affect him. But there were still ways to bring them under a trance, and it never hurt to be careful.
Luckily, the sound of the tape had stopped, and all he could hear was the sound of the two boys cuddling into one another. Tamin smiled and opened the door to see what would be the first of many shows he'd love seeing.
Mouse was sitting in Bunny's lap, clearly feeling his dom's cock rub up against his pert rear. "Mmm...hehe..." the brunette squeaked and giggled as Bunny's hands rubbed up and down his body.
Bunny breathed into Mouse's neck lustily before glancing up to see his master. "Shh...master's here." he smiled, placing a hand over Mouse's mouth. "Good mice are quiet for their master."
Tamin smiled. "Alright, you two are ready, I take it?"
"Ready and eager, master." Bunny spoke for the both of them, with Mouse just nodding eagerly.
"Splendid. Now...I'll let you have tonight for free. But first thing tomorrow, you put on your uniforms and serve with big smiles. You know how to do that now?"
"Oh yes, master." Bunny smirked confidently. "It's what we're meant for. Isn't that right, Mouse?"
"...Yes." Mouse squeaked when Bunny finally removed his hand from his mouth. "It's all we will ever be."
"All I need to hear." Tamin chuckled. "Now...I'm going to be busy with a few last-minute details that can't be handled by slaves. Contracts and the sort...so you two have fun. I expect the best from my property tomorrow."
"You'll have it!" Bunny claimed proudly.
"...Yes, master." Mouse confirmed meekly.
Tamin closed the door, and lingered around just long enough to hear Bunny push Mouse onto the bed, with Mouse squeaking in pure excitement as Tamin could all but see his dominant slave push into him...
Right, work. That always sucked, but he'd get to see this show later. As often as he wanted to...
....
Some time later...
Tamin's Treats was a decent-sized restaurant in Al-Mazid square, a wooden building with a few handmade tapestries hanging on the side advertising dinner from Mouse and a show with Bunny. From what everyone had said, the dinner was perfectly good fast fare, but the show was the real draw.
Mouse smiled as he saw a small group of regulars walk up to the entrance. "Welcome back to Tamin's treats. Your usual table?"
"You bet." One of them smirked as his finger traced the outline of a smiling Pikachu with swirling eyes on the slaves chest. "Looking good, little Mouse."
The slave blushed as he stepped out of the booth and began guiding the group towards their usual table. This involved turning his back to them, and giving them access to the lightning-shaped tail that peeked out of his short shorts.
Another regular took the opportunity and gave Mouse's tail a sharp yank. Mouse gulped as his shorts fell away, revealing what was little more than a thong that only just covered his cock, and allowed both the group he was guiding and any nearby patrons to grab his exposed ass and give it a good squeeze. The meek slave would never consider stopping them or even trying to put his shorts back on for the rest of the day.
"Why even bother with those?" One of them sneered from behind, his hand smacking the slaves exposed ass. "You look better without it."
"W-well...um..." Mouse swallowed. "Th-then you wouldn't get to rip it off?"
"Heh...I guess that's true."
The regulars finally found their seat, the perfect view for the show that was about to start. There was a small wooden stage with a prominent pole in the center, with spotlights shining down onto it so everyone could see everything clearly.
The audience relaxed in their seats while the other waiters brought them their drinks. A Pikachu and a Cinderace, both with cute little bowties, carried plates around the tables and enjoyed the occasional pet. Mouse was technically a waiter, but he was often too...busy to serve all of the customers. Case in point, one of the recent arrivals suddenly wrapped an arm around Mouse's side and pushed him into the seat.
"C'mere, Mousey..." The young brunette gasped as he felt a hand placed over the tight bulge in his thong. "...I'm sure you can give me a show."
Mouse swallowed nervously. "Wh-what kind of a show?"
"How do you dance?" The regular squeezed the boy's cock just hard enough to make him wince in arousal.
"Um..." Mouse could not dance, not like Bunny could...he'd be humiliated if he tried-
"Now, now." A new voice spoke up from behind the regular, placing a hand on the regular's shoulder and subtly moving his hand off Mouse's body. The two then turned to see Bunny, a darker-skinned slave with a hypnotized Cinderace on his chest and no pretence of shorts around his waist, just a tight red thong with a fluffy bunny tail in the back.
"Mouse can do a lot of good things..." Bunny bumped his nose against the furiously blushing Mouse's cheek. "But we all know he can't put on a show like I can."
"Oh?" The young customer smirked, his attention and his fingers being drawn to Bunny's firm chest. "I suppose that's true...Run along, little Mousey."
Mouse blushed even harder as Bunny defended him from further inquiries, letting him slip away to continue serving the other guests, the bulge in his thong getting a lot tighter for the day.
"How about a private show, just for me, eh?" The customer leered.
Bunny smirked and pulled the wandering hand off his chest, a smirk on his face. "Sorry, buddy. But I'm not a 'private-show' kinda guy..."
The half-naked slave bounded away from the table, leaping onto the wooden stage and spinning around the pole with a massive smile on his face. His ass shook back and forth, making the cute fluffy tail above it wiggle and shimmy.
"This Bunny's gotta perform for everyone!" Bunny laughed, dancing and shaking his rear and ensuring that everyone had a very good view of everything he had to offer. The customers cheered and hooted as the boy gyrated and thrusted on and around the pole, falling to his knees before leaning back and howling in delight to the ceiling.
Mouse quietly picked up another plate of food from Tamin, who was happy enough to do all the cooking himself. As he carried the food to one of the tables, making sure not to block anyone's view of his adorable fellow slave, he delighted in feeling a tiny paw pinch his ass. The Cinderace waiter always got a little friskier when Bunny took the stage, and Mouse loved it like that, just like when the Pikachu used his electricity to get him extra hard...
But that would have to wait until the shift ended...he had guests to entertain at the moment.
...
The day went on like that for a while, just like every other day in their lives. After everything was done for the day, Mouse and Bunny were happy to slip into their bed together and start cuddling, rubbing their naked and aroused bodies together in their single cot. Every so often, Tamin would request that Bunny would give Mouse a good hard fuck in front of the camera, so he could sell the tape later for some extra money.
Mouse squeaked adorably as Bunny kissed his fellow slave on the neck, his hands squeezing the boy's body and sending shivers through the submissive slaves body. "You're a good little mouse, aren't you?" Bunny asked.
"Ye-ye-he-hes..." Mouse giggled.
"You've always been a good mouse." Bunny remarked, his hands slipping down to the front and the back of his midsection. One hand squeezed his firm and well used rump. "Your tail is the best...but you know what I think?"
Mouse gasped as he felt a hand wrap around his erect cock. "I think there's something good here, too. Ever wanted to be...on top?"
"I...I don't know...I don't know how to be one. Not with you..."
"Oh, that's okay." Bunny whispered in Mouse's ears. "It won't have to be with me. I know you like how I feel, and I like how you feel. But I think we can mix things up tonight once Master comes back."
Mouse blinked. "Master...doesn't like being with us, he just likes to watch-"
Bunny pinched his pet on the cheek and tut-tutted. "Oh no, never said it would be Master..."
The door to their room clicked open, and Mouse and Bunny looked up to see Tamin walk into their room, a wide smile on his face. "Alright, you two. Things have been going extra well for the restaurant, so...I figured we could get an extra pet."
Mouse and Bunny turned their attention to what was behind their master. It as another young male slave, with skin as pale as Mouse's and a head full of brown hair. The boy hadn't been tattooed or dressed, as naked and fresh as a newborn. Empty dark brown eyes gazed at the two slaves, with a mouth open and tongue hanging out like a dog.
"This is Doggy, and he'll be the restaurant's newest pet." Tamin explained with a smile, ruffling the boy's hair like a pet as 'Doggy' panted happily. "He'll be the goodest boy for the three of us, add a little flavor to our daily shows. Maybe a little guard duty and such...but he'll be here to make us all happy."
"He's cute." Bunny remarked.
"Yeah..." Mouse agreed.
Tamin smiled. "Now...you two have been perfect these last few months, and I figure you deserve a reward. So...you two get to break him in."
Mouse's eyes widened in surprise. This was a treat that normally wasn't offered to slaves. "R-really?"
Bunny just patted Mouse on the cheek. "Told you, Mouse. So...is he trained?"
Tamin nodded, releasing the leash so Doggy could trot into the slave's room. "He knows 'Sit', 'Down', 'Have a Bone' and 'Wag the Tail'."
"What about both?" Bunny asked.
Tamin's eyebrow raised, but he smirked. "Doggy, are you up for some...Spitroast?"
Doggy yipped eagerly, and placed himself on his hands and knees. The mindless slave lifted his rump in anticipation, his mouth opening wide to accept his 'bone' from his front and his back. Mouse and Bunny stepped off the bed and approached the waiting Doggy, Mouse more tentative than Bunny of course.
The dominant slave gently guided Mouse behind Doggy, using his hands to point the boy's cock towards the waiting rump of the new pet. "Come on, Mouse. You know how it goes, don't you?"
"I mean...I guess so..." Mouse certainly had experience, but not on this end. It took Bunny placing a hand on his rump and pushing him into Doggy's hole to get him to start.
"Yip!" Doggy barked in delight as he felt Mouse penetrate him, with the confused Mouse squeaking in amused bewilderment as Bunny's hands guided him to thrust in and out of the new slave's ass. Slowly but surely, Mouse picked up speed, his hands gripping Doggy's midsection and gaining just enough confidence to fuck the boy on his own.
"How's it feel, Mouse?" Bunny whispered in his ear.
"...I...guess it feels good?" Mouse answered, a nervous smile on his face as he tried to comprehend his new position.
"It'll feel better the more you do it, Mousey." Bunny chuckled before walking around to Doggy's front, all but pushing his own cock into the new slave's waiting mouth. Doggy's mouth and tongue wrapped around the rod, eagerly massaging it. Bunny moaned in delight - it wasn't Mouse, but it was good to feel a new mouth around him.
Tamin chuckled, making sure the camera was recording as his two slaves broke in his new pet. He turned to the Pikachu and handed him a card "Here, they left him with this on him, in case I wanted him to keep his name. It's pointless though, so chuck it"
The Pikachu nodded, throwing an ID with the name 'Gary Oak' on it to the nearby garbage can, along with some of Bunny's used toys.
The three of them, and their former Pokemon (Doggy's Umbreon was meeting Pikachu and CInderace) were going to be very, very fun to play with.