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Stacey stumbled out in the middle of a large hallway after work. She looked somewhat different today, instead of her usual purple colouring, her legs had been bleached a creamy white. Glancing down at her unrecognisable paws was still a little unnerving, but she remained certain that they were hers. It was so empty, and quiet without everyone. She took her time, carefully wandering out towards the end of the hall, slowly drifting off to the middle of the corridor. Her eyes were fixated on the floor as she tried to line herself up with her shadow that the overhead tubes of florescent light cast upon the floor. Her eyes closed for a while as she neared the end. Having been made for much larger pokemon, the little rattata felt like a small speck in the middle of a vast expanse. "One, two, three, four," she slowly counted the steps in her head feeling reasonably assured that she wouldn't walk into anything as she ventured off into the T intersection that marked the end of the hallway.

She calmly stepped forward, with her eyes closed, knowing what was up ahead but not caring to look up. One paw ahead of the other, front left, back right, front right, back left, front left, slowly she crept forward until she suddenly came to an abrupt stop, as if she felt the wall jumping out at her. There she sat down and tried to figure out which way to venture next. On one side, there was the infirmary along with her hurt friend and mentor who had become the victim of a vicious slashing attack the day before and was also supposed to be released today. A deep sorrow filled the little rattata's heart as she envisioned the horrifying sight. Her sense of duty was definitely pulling her along.

Down the other side was her boyfriend, which she didn't get the chance to visit yesterday. As much as Crystal could use a visit to brighten her day, she sort of felt the need to explain to Brian why she had stood him up the day before. She figured they could probably go down together afterwards. A snuggle and a nap would also really hit the spot. That last customer was really quite something and the endorphin rush was still setting in. Left, right, infirmary, boyfriend, she glanced back and forth as she sank down towards the floor. Then she decided that if she didn't get going soon, she'd probably wind up falling asleep right there.

She got up and began her turn, stumbling and almost tripping over her own paws before her mind suddenly cleared again and she bolted down hall.

*** *** *** ***

Stepping into the recovery room, she immediately became aware of the unmistakable presence of her large dragonite master, slouched up against the wall. Resting in his arms was a better looking, but still confused ninetales. At first glance, he seemed to be physically recovered for the most part, and exhausted. He was sprawled out along one arm, while the other arm held him close to his owner's chest. His muzzle rested as if anchored to the dragonite's elbow, while his ears were brushed back repeatedly by a petting hand. Tucked between the two was an awkward, clumsy looking white cast. Having the technology to mend broken bones easily, it seemed to be a kind of silly thing to do, but it was decided that it was in his best interest to let one of his several injuries heal naturally.

Without bothering to look up from his now recovered slave, Edward greeted Stacey with a sounding disappointed, "You're late." The little rattata froze in the doorway with one paw raised in the air in mid step. She was not sure what exactly she was late for, or if her presence was a requirement at this function. Her lack of knowledge about that statement left her feeling intimidated.

She stared on as the dragonite lowered the ninetales to his lap in a process that seemed to ages with her nervously twitching paw raised in the air. Then his arm extended and waved for her to step forward. It was good to get that fourth foot planted firmly on the ground again but not knowing what she was in for, she ventured ahead as if marching towards a certain doom. The walk seemed to grow more and more difficult as she got closer; the last few steps putting her within arms reach was the worst.

A dozen different thoughts ran through her head as she waited for the signal to stop to be given. Silently, Edward raised his hand, to stop her. The little rattata ceased her forward movement and watched the hand for further orders. A finger pointed out towards her and drew a small circle in the air. "Roll over," it silently commanded her as she collapsed to the floor and rolled onto her back. Her white legs now clearly visible to the ninetales whose colour was meant to mimic. She closed her eyes half expecting to hurt as the finger lowered towards her exposed belly from above, too afraid to watch. Her muscles tensed in preparation, as she hoped to suppress any instinct to lash out being attacked might bring about, holding her breath for the last few seconds.

The assault began quickly, with the first finger landing just about her belly and flicking upwards towards her chest, followed by a barrage of heavy tickling. She flailed her white limbs around wildly and laughed hard, practically squeezing all the air out of her lungs in a single painful contraction. Twisting from side to side uncontrollably, she found it hard to get any net movement going as her body squirmed around almost automatically, trying to dodge the tickling. One by one, her swinging paws came in contact with the finger and pushed it back.

Edward looked down at Stacey, all four limbs propped upwards to push him away, her head tilted back and panting heavily. He made a little poke, feeling her legs push back and bounce up sort of like pressing on a spring. "How's my rattata?" he asked.

"Tired and a little scared," she panted as she tried to catch her breath. As she finished her answer, she slowly let her paws drop back. Edward's finger retreated once she let go of it and gave her worn out systems some badly needed time to recover. Her chest ached slightly as she took a few deep breaths. The white forepaws in front of her shook ever so slightly as she lowered them back towards the ground. A slight whine escaped her lips as a burning sensation filled her limbs.

"Scared?" The dragonite asked.

"Yeah, I thought you were mad at me for a while there," Stacey admitted, now feeling a little foolish about it, "You know, because of that talk we had last yesterday."

Edward lowered his hand again and scooped the rattata into his lap, placing her between him and the ninetales. "Nah, I'm not mad at you," he assured as he ran his finger through the fur on her back. "Just keep in mind what we talked about, and heed the many warnings which I've so graciously allotted you," he sarcastically remarked.

Stacey closed her eyes, still needing to rest. She mumbled a bit in response before stating, "Yes, master," in a more clear tone of voice.

The ninetales took a deep breath, pressing his fur firmly against Stacey's side. He looked up at his master and asked "And what about me? Don't I get any warnings?"

Edward chuckled and wrapped his hand around the ninetales's muzzle. He took a serious gaze into the pokemon's eyes before answering, "Sure, if you keep forgetting to call me master, I'll feed you the entire length of my cock right then and there." His head drew a little closer as he glared into the slave's eyes for a few seconds. When Brax finally glance away, he released the muzzle with a push to emphasise his control.

Disappointed, Brax set his chin down on his master's leg and closed his eyes. Once he had settled back down in his original position, he decided to tempt fate and remarked, "I'm sorry I asked."

"You're just lucky I'm not hard right now," Edward said trying to sound disappointed. He pinched side of the ninetales's cheek with a little shake, like he was treating a small child.

Stacey looked over at the sorry looking ninetales and gave him a sympathy lick. "So, how have you been doing?" she asked in a vain attempt to sound cheerful.

"I'll get over it," Brax muttered, sounding like he wasn't in the mood to talk. He felt quite defeated in his present state. So much lost ground and the path to his complete submission seemed so short. The simple fact that he could take comfort in his master's arms ate away at him inside. He was becoming all the things that he didn't want to become. There was little use denying it any more. It seemed almost like the powerful rift that between the two of them during his training was all that kept him from falling in line. A personal grudge that generated a whole headache of conflicting emotions that almost made him want to vomit. Fear, self-pity, and depression were all seeing to his eventual submission. It was a lie, a big lie. There was no he'd be getting over this anytime soon.

Stacey turned her head the other way and looked up at her master, asking him the same thing, "And how are you?"

Edward looked down and gave her another little pet, "Oh I'm fine. Though I'm a little worried about Brax at the moment. Apparently he's out of health insurance and might need to give out a few sexual favours to get his bill paid off." He lifted his hand to his chin as if he had just come up with a brilliant idea, "Say, you wouldn't possibly be in the mood for a little fun, would you?"

Stacey chuckled and brushed his tail against Brax, "Oh that sounds nice." She turned her head to face the ninetales before asking, "What sort of naughtiness can you think up for the two of us?"

"None," he replied in a blunt and brief rejection of the idea.

"Does that mean I get to run the show?" she smiled, perking her ears up.

Brax opened his eyes and blinked before replying with a simple, blunt, "No," promptly closing his eyes again afterwards.

"Aww, you're no fun," Stacey said as she turned her head back to her master, "So tell me, what am I late for?"

"Oh nothing too important," Edward smiled, "Crystal left a little while before you came. I'll let her know you stopped by."

*** *** *** ***

Brain wandered into the main reception area of the infirmary and was hit by another sudden cold chill. He glanced around quickly and swallowed hard. His breath was shallow and rapid and his paws quivered beneath him. A strong anxiety flowed into him from behind as his eyes closed. For a while, he felt as if he was about to hit the ground with hard thud. It felt as if he was falling over in one direction, then another. Forward at first, till he made a small correction, when he felt certain that he was about to hit the ground on his left side. He opened his eyes again to try to recover his equilibrium. The room spun for a moment as he looked out at a stretched room, everything appearing several times taller than they actually were. Twin images bounced back and forth as if fighting with each other over who was right till Brain felt sick to the stomach. His eyes closed and opened again in another attempt to sort things out. Before a passer by managed to draw him back to reality.

"May I help you?" The ekans receptionist asked.

The growlithe slowly tilted his head up, feeling quite shaken from the experience. He had been having similar experiences all day, and had no idea why. This one though had to be the worst by far. His eyes focused again and he moved on, feeling a little shaken from the experience. Hoping it would just go away, he replied, "No, I'm fine," with his voice cracking mid sentence.

Without looking, he went on with his business, trying to find his girlfriend. As he walked about, he tried to assure himself that it wasn't really anything to worry about. Something that would just go away naturally if he just relaxed and didn't think about it. He turned the corner into the recovery room where the tracking system said she would be as a mew silently floated by above him.

*** *** *** ***

"Hello there," Brian said as he entered the room. He turned his head both ways, looking over the room, his girlfriend easily eclipsed behind the larger ninetales.

"Hello Brian," Stacey called out to him, "Over here on the lap." She raised her tail and swung it around the air as a sort of flag.

"Hop on in," Edward invited, giving his thigh a pat, "Plenty of room."

Brain bounded towards the trio snuggled together by the wall, energetically leaping up on dragonite's thigh. "I've been wondering where you were," he said as he looked down at the rattata's tail waving hindquarters, "Here to stay or just visiting?"

"Just visiting," Stacey replied as she stretched her tail back towards her boyfriend's nose.

Brian slid down a bit deeper into the dragonite's lap as he tried to figure out how he'd fit into this awkward arrangement. There didn't seem to be a convenient place for him that would let them talk face to face, so he settled on being on top of her. "What's new?" he asked as he climbed up.

Stacey wiggled from side to side trying to give the growlithe's paws a little extra room while climbing. "Crystal got slashed up pretty badly and this one," she nudged the ninetales, "Got banged up pretty badly too." She took on an evil looking smile as she continued a cruel joke, "And he's out of health insurance so has a few tricks to turn before his bills are paid. Perhaps you'd like to help him out."

Brian burst out laughing as Brax turned his head, and pressed his nose into Stacey's side, pinning her against Edward's chest. "No," he declined, "I'm not doing anything for anyone."

Stacey giggled and pawed at the ninetales's muzzle. "Well, you turned down a cute girl, so I figured maybe a little male was more your thing. Perhaps some large male would be more you, no?" she joked.

Brian caught sight of the bleached white paws for the first time, but decided not to comment on that till later. He had his share of strangeness as a slave, changing a few things here and there wasn't really all that startling. "Maybe we should change places. There's some pretty nice large male on the other side of me," he said as his vision started to move in and out of focus. He blinked and it returned to normal, though he was breathing slightly harder than he was before.

"It's good to know I'm his type," Edward said as he slipped his finger under the ninetales's muzzle and tilted it to look him in the eye, "He makes such a fun play thing." He caught Brax in a pathetic looking downward gaze, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he was called a plaything.

"Play thing?" he thought to himself, "Yeah, that's definitely me." It felt like a role he could play for a night, a couple nights in a row, or maybe even indefinitely if he had some time to himself every now and then. Here to stay was a depressing thought, but it was no longer a scary one. He could do it, just not happily. Edward tilted his head back down for him and put him back in his resting state. It was like he was just an inanimate doll just there for the fun of it. He closed his eyes, as the hand ran through his fur and stopped to massage his shoulders. Physically comforting, but mentally, not so reassuring. Taking comfort in it felt almost synonymous with accepting his role as a slave.

"That girlfriend of yours seems to want to get some action started," Edward remarked as he gave Brax a pat on the lower back, "Are you into slutty girls?"

Brax felt another wave of anxiety hit as he opened his mouth to answer. Trying to suppress it, quickly replied, "Well, it certainly does have its upside at times." The feeling faded a little afterwards and he took a deep breath as if a load had been lifted off his back.

"Oh, I think you do," The dragonite teased, "She certainly didn't act this way when I first got her. I think you might have something to do with it."

Brian closed his eyes and felt his equilibrium rock hard to the left, making his stomach churn. He tipped over, leaning into Brax hard. He groaned in discomfort and raised a paw to the air before it struck him. "There's a mew floating above me, isn't there?"

Everybody glanced upwards at the floating pink figure that had silently slipped in floating along the ceiling. The Mew did a little flip mid-air and descended silently to hover at about eye level with the dragonite. "Yeah, you could say that," Edward replied with a bit of reluctance in his voice. He found it a little strange to seeing a pokemon floating around like that.

It was Catherine, an old tormentor of Brian's, that he thought he could avoid by changing locations. "Why my dear little toy" she said looking down at the growlithe, "It's good to see you haven't totally forgotten me." She had been following the poor guy and playing with him practically unnoticed all day by bringing up memories from his past drug addiction and playing back withdrawal symptoms. It seemed the pieces were starting to come together.

Brian immediately leapt off of Stacey across Edward's lap, frantically crawling under her for protection. "Tell me you're not here to stay," he begged timidly.

"No, I'm not here to stay," she answered patiently.

Brian looked slightly more comfortable and poked his head up for a moment before retreating back into hiding, "And you're not taking me with you, right?"

She shook her head, "No, you can stay here if you want, though if you want to tag along with me afterwards, I wouldn't mind a toy."

The mew's calm voice made Brian tremble in fear underneath the rattata. "This is total ownership," she thought to herself, watching the mew float around with a dead stare. She could tell that the two of them used a different system than the one that she was under. It looked quite scary, the power, the intimidation, the fear. The trust and friendship she felt with her master felt sacred watching those two interact.

The mew held out her arms and pivoted about them as if she was a gymnast holding onto a bar. She stopped upside down and lowered herself a bit so that she could rub noses with the confused looking rattata covering her loyal subject. Catherine reached out and rubbed Stacey's ears. "If you're done with your questions, how about I ask mine? Are you hiding amongst the slaves where you belong or hoping to get fucked by your girlfriend?" She chuckled, "Why don't you come on out? You know I can make you feel all better."

Brian whimpered, scared but sufficiently intimidated that it didn't matter any more. The craving he felt was strong, much stronger than he was. He poked his head up out of his improvised hiding spot and extended a shaking limb out of habit. His teeth were chattering as he found himself torn between what he his body felt he needed and what his common sense told him. "Please be merciful," he begged. He figured it was probably just her causing those effects and not an actual relapse of his drug addiction. Keeping him begging for a fix kept him under control as a slave. Exactly what he was on had been kept a secret from him, making him entirely dependent on his owner. The craving was strong and the recovery was a hard. Once for old time's sake really wasn't going to do that much damage, he figured.

Stacey watched in confusion as Catherine took hold of Brian's forelimb and brushed apart the fur. It looked like he was about to get a needle and somehow the shaking bellow her seemed to calm as the mew traced out a vein. The mew closed her hand around the leg and flicked her finger against it; a sight that Stacey had seen the nurses do several times before. This seemed strange to her as needles only meant one thing in her mind, pain. This however, seemed to have more of a calming effect. She decided it was best not ask.

Catherine paused as Brian turned his head and closed his eyes. Though he didn't get anything yet, he felt much calmer than before, under the impression that he was going to get some. "How about we do this some place private," She proposed. It was the typical practice of requests before rewards. He was still firmly in her grasp despite their separation. "How about you show me your room?" She smiled as Brian obediently started climbing out of Edward's lap. For a while, Stacey moved along with him till the Dragonite took hold of his slave and held her to his chest. "That's a good little slave puppy," she encouraged, "And what do you say about inviting your girlfriend along so that I can show her how to treat a man?"

"Yes, mistress," he replied almost without thinking about it. He was still very scared, but anything for the drug. Only afterwards did he realise what she was proposing and tensed up in response.

Edward put his hand behind Stacey's head and tilted it away from the two of them, "She has to get a few things checked, and won't be available to join the two of you."

"In that case, lead the way," the mew commanded as she floated over and took hold of the growlithe's tail, making him tow her along.

Edward sighed after they had left the room. His disapproval was all over his face when he set the rattata back in his lap telling her, "Believe me, you don't want to see that. Just trust your master, it'll scar you for life." He tilted Brax's muzzle upwards again. "And you should hope you're still forgetting stuff. Just consider yourself fortunate that I don't control you through a drug addiction. It's a scary road which I don't want you to be a part of."

*** *** *** ***

"And these are my humble little quarters," Brian announced as he towed Catherine into his room. It was a somewhat sparse room. A fireplace and a stack of logs next to it marked off one wall. Opposite to that, there was a completely blank white wall, which he used for his projector. In between, he kept a healthy collection of pillows and blankets for curling up on. The rest of the room seemed largely unused now that his wood stockpile was approaching an all time low. The mew detached herself and floated around in a quick circle before setting down in front of him. He immediately held out his leg in expectation. He had completed his task and was expecting his reward. His body relaxed as she took hold of the limb once more. Out of habit, he turned his head and closed his eyes before reciting an old pledge, "I give you my obedience, total, and ever lasting." A wave of euphoria hit as he slipped into a state of relaxation. He felt certain that he would be rewarded though none of the preparations had begun. She was there now and the associated effects just followed.

Catherine brushed back the fur on the top of Brian's paw like she had done so many times in the past before raising it up to her lips and giving it a kiss. It was a minor reward, since she didn't want him out of commission quite yet. "Now, now, stay with me, a bit longer. You'll get your treat soon enough," she kept him hanging, "We still have a few things to go through."

"Yes mistress," Brian said without shifting from his position.

"While I'm not here to stay, I will be here for a while and I'd like to use your room," she requested.

"I'd be honoured if you'd stay with me," Brian immediately offered, his head still turned off to the side.

"In that case, get my bags for me," she insisted, "And I'll make myself at home here in your nice little room."

*** *** *** ***

Brian struggled to tow in the last of several boxes into the room, which took on a radically transformation. His sleeping area shrank down to the size of a small rug in front of the fireplace. Along one of the walls was an array of bondage gear. One of them was a wooden box with a hole in the top that locked around just bellow the forelimbs on a growlithe keeping the subject on two legs, with panels that could open so that the captive could be played with.

One of the more cruel ones was a specially designed contraction for holding him while engaging in cock and ball torture. It was essentially half a cylinder, with a little elevated sitting area to keep everything at a good workable height. There were straps there for his legs, neck and tail as well as one that went around the rump so that he couldn't try to pull back. The top was detachable, so that he could either be kept guessing at what might happen or perhaps eternally tormented with a single play-piercing needle looking for a place to strike.

One of the more awkward pieces was essentially an over grown milking machine which essentially forced him to carry it while stimulating him both in both a rectal and penile fashion with a tube that ran into a gag which forced any secretions into his mouth. Some were crueller, some were gentler, but most of them he recognised as stuff that was paid for when she took hold of his bank account.

He slid the last package into the middle of the room and immediately turned to Catherine for further instructions. Warmth filled his heart as she hopped down off her rocking chair, his eyes noticing familiar looking ornate box, roughly the size of a deck of cards, in her hands. "You've done well," she said as she motioned for him to come closer.

Brian again stepped forward eagerly, this time it had to be the real thing. He looked proud to see that he had earned his treat as Catherine opened the box to reveal a series of hypodermic needles, all filled with some mysterious substance that he once owed a great dependence on. His thoughts were further confirmed as she tore open an alcohol soaked towelette and held out her hand to receive his paw. He placed his paw into her hand and turned her head to the side like before and recited, "I give you my obedience, total and ever lasting."

"May this be a reminder of your on going commitment," she said, performing her part in the ritual. She parted an area of fur and wiped off the thin line of skin going down the middle of the part. After extracting a needle from her case, she flicked it to get any air bubbles out and pressed it down against the growlithe's skin and punctured it effortlessly injecting just a trace into the bloodstream. "There you go my little thing," she said, pulling the needle out and pressing a cotton ball against it for a while to keep it from bleeding.

"Thank you mistress," Brax sighed in relief. A cool chill swept down his whole body, and then everything seemed to act like jelly and he struggled to stay standing while he waited for his paw to be released so that he could fall over. His head slumped and for a while it felt like she was holding him up for a while, collapsing immediately as she let go of him. He lay there, seemingly unconscious, finally feeling satisfied.

It was Catherine's turn to take control as a blue luminescence developed over the fallen growlithe and floated upwards. His eyes were still closed as he reoriented so that his feet dangled bellow him before settling back onto the ground. Catherine smiled as she once again controlled Brian as a meagre mind slave. The eyes opened looking forwards with a dead gaze, it had been a while and she was a little out of practice.

It was time for a brief refresher before she tried to deceive his girlfriend. The growlithe's eyes began to close, stopping about halfway and stuttering a bit before opening again. She had failed to blink. The eyes slid shut in a quick motion and opened again slowly. She wasn't going to fool anyone if she couldn't get a decent blink.

*** *** *** ***

Stacey worked her way back to her room after a lengthy discussion about what she did, and didn't see back there. It was like being a kid again, being told right from wrong and to avoid screwing up her own life. Why it was important not to get involved in those things and why she would normally be encouraged to do something about it, but was not allowed to due to the difference in power between her, her boyfriend and the one giving the drugs. It was so confusing yet made perfect sense all at the same time. Master says no, as simple as that.

She was surprised to find that Brian had beaten her to her room. He looked a little worried as he asked, "Join me in my room?" in a slow, clear, high pitched tone.

"You don't sound to well," Stacey commented, as she took a step back. She felt certain that their new visitor had something to do with it and after the talk that she had was expecting this to have something to do with drugs. He was sitting right between her and the door, cutting her off from her safe haven.

"Join me," He repeated in the same off slow tone. His eyes met with Stacey's in a cold gaze. The rattata circled around slowly, wondering what was going on as Brian took a few steps to block her path, "Please join me."

"Maybe you should get yourself checked out," She said timidly, "You sound like a wreck." Her pale, white legs twitched a little bellow her with every step she took, not really sure what had happened to him and scared beyond belief. She had now made her way over to the other side, as he continued to block the entrance.

Realising that she was far from fooling anyone, Catherine decided to try a different approach. "You should know better little one," the puppet warned, "When was the last time you had that little slave collar used on you." There was a brief pause before he threatened, "It packs a pretty mean punch. Perhaps you could do with a reminder." He turned his back towards the rattata and stepped out towards the hallway in a completely mechanical manner. His back was stiff, tail unmoving and gaze unbroken. Nothing but his legs moved as he walked, "Follow me if you know what's good for you."

*** *** *** ***

Stacey poked her head into Brian's now transformed room, which had taken on a more menacing atmosphere since her last visit. Plenty of gear just right for tormenting a little pokemon stood ready. Some of them she was familiar with thought there was one or two whose use she didn't even know how to begin imagining. The chair by the fireplace cast a large shadow on the wall as the puppet wandered into the middle of the room and collapsed.

"Please, come on in," Catherine said as she spun the chair around. "You're just in time."

Stacey took a deep breath and inched forward till she was just clear of the doors. The hinges creaked as the door slowly closed, making her hair stand on end. Her breath began to shallow and she felt no need to try and suppress her shaking legs.

"My apologies for what you went through earlier," the mew said as she flew out of her chair and over to Brian's side. "I'm a little out of practice," she explained. Her head tilted up and Stacey immediately pressed back against the door in fear. "Don't be scared. Come closer, slave," she insisted, talking in unison with her puppet, in that same slow, high pitched tone.

Nervously, she lifted a foot and looked Catherine in the eye before planting it back down on the floor in front of her. She slowly took a few steps forward before Catherine yelled, "Show some courtesy and don't make me wait."