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A young man with raven-black hair and a sky-blue jacket groaned as he made one more push through the thick forest brush. "One of these days, I am going to get one of those GPS things." Ash Ketchum muttered to himself as he held his red cap to his head as tightly as he could.

"Pi-hee-hee." Pikachu laughed his agreement with his hopeless master. 8 years since Ash had started training, and whatever else he'd gained over the years, he still hadn't gotten a decent sense of direction.

The two were travelling by themselves, wanting a fresh start in this new region. Ash could certainly take care of himself these days, with the lean but powerful muscles that he'd gained with years of hiking. But strength didn't amount to much when you lost the path through the forest and had to blindly stumble through bushes and branches to get to the next gym.

Thankfully, his strength was just enough to see him through to a clearing, and the young trainer brushed off the collected twigs and forest debris his blue jacket and jeans had gathered during his latest misadventure, letting them fall to the short grass underneath his sport sneakers. Out of the woods and onto the...lawn?

Ash blinked. The grass wasn't just short, it was perfectly cut. Almost astroturf. The young trainer looked up, and saw a fancy-looking house just across what was clearly a large yard. That was odd...there hadn't been any towns or houses in the woods on the map he'd gotten in the last town. How lost had he gotten? Well, at least he had a way to get back on track. A place this fancy and well-kept had to have a resident or two, if only to mow the massive lawn.

Silently rehearsing his apology for accidentally trespassing, Ash started walking towards the house. Or rather, the mansion...getting closer made Ash realize just how big it really was, with marble pillars along the walls bordering it's tinted windows. The trees around the building were picture-perfect, to the point where Ash wondered if only the most perfect flowers or fruits were allowed to stay on the branches. Everything about this place screamed 'obscene wealth', and Ash felt even more like an intruder.

Well, best to bite the bullet and keep going. More time to work on his lines. "Sorry to trespass, I got lost in the woods and wound up in your backyard. I just need directions, and I'll be out of your hair. Again, I'm really sorry, it was an accident, I got lost in the woods..."

The boy started hearing splashing and laughing from just over one of the small hills on the lawn. Must be an outdoor pool party...that would super awkward to crash, but it would only get worse if he tried to sneak about. Taking a deep breath, Ash spoke aloud as he started cautiously walking forward. "Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but I got lost..."

As he managed to get himself over the hill. Sure enough, there was a massive outdoor pool built into the backyard, right next to the mansion. It looked big enough to let an entire small town frolic in the crystal-clear water, and what had to be a nearby storage shed for pool toys and deck chairs was the size of an RV. Then again, the deck chairs and pool toys around the pool weren't exactly cheap foldables and inflatables...the chairs looked customized for maximum comfort, and whatever the pool toys were made of seemed more fine than rubber. This place seemed like the perfect spot for some swimming, which is why it was so odd that there weren't any people swimming in the pool. Just Pokemon, looking as happy and blissful as Clamperls at the bottom of the ocean.

A Tentacool was floating in the pool, casually batting a small red ball between it and a giggling Gastrodon. A Weavile was floating on the pool in what looked like a custom-made raft, a tiny drink in it's paws. There was a Charmeleon and a Magmortar reclining on big chairs, picking tiny horderves from a plate between the two. The Charmeleon glanced up at the staring Ash and Pikachu, and made a beckoning motion with its claws. It was hard to tell if he was referring to Ash or Pikachu.

"Um...thanks, but we don't have any bathing suits..." Ash shook his head clear, blushing. "Sorry. Where's your...um, owners? I need to talk to them real quick."

If the Charmeleon was disappointed by how neither of the new guests would be joining their pool party, he didn't show it. Instead, he just pointed past the mansion. Ash followed the claw to another area on the other side of the building. The trainer guessed that was where his master would be.

"Thank you!" Ash smiled and waved goodbye as he started walking in that direction, ignoring Pikachu sighing in disappointment that they couldn't indulge in what might've been the greatest pool in the region after their very long walk.

As Ash kept walking, he started hearing the noise of a Pokémon battle. Not just that...people talking and cheering. Good, someone he could ask for directions and get this mess sorted out. "Hi there, sorry to bother you. I got lost and kinda ended up in your backyard, I just need to know where I should go..."

Sure enough, on the other side of the building was a small 'battling area' cut into the grass. A small crowd of people in really fine clothes were gathered around the square as a Gligar and a Charmeleon were trading blows. From the distance Ash was, everything looked quite normal. The Gligar was bounding around and throwing sand, while tiny bursts of flame were erupting out of the mouth of the Charmander. Pretty standard battle, all things considered.

It wasn't until Ash got a little closer that he noticed the Gligar and Charmander looked a lot bigger than normal, and the proportions were a little...funny. Gligar's body was taller than his head, and his arms were a bit too long. And Charmander's legs were too long and thin. And something seemed off about where their tails were, and there shouldn't have been hair on their heads...

Ash's expression contorted as he got a better look. Were those...people in Pokemon costumes battling it out? Seemed a little weird, especially since there were Pokemon just a few feet away relaxing at the pool. But the rich had quite a few eccentricities...whatever, it wasn't Ash's business. He just needed to get directions and get out of here.

The 'Gligar' and 'Charmander' were wrestling in the centre of the tiny stadium now, kicking up a ton of dust and grass fragments in the air. The sound of squeaking rubber permeated the air and rubbed Ash's eardrums, much to his aggravation. Must be the suits...they were probably built to protect the wearers from serious damage during these mock fights.

Ash looked around. The two 'trainers' who were yelling at the suits to use Tackle and Quick Attack were boys around his age in polo shirts, neither of whom seemed to find this situation bizarre. Neither did the referee, a woman wearing a modest satin suit-dress with black and white stripes who observed the wrestling match with complete seriousness. Despite how bonkers this situation was, Ash didn't want to interrupt and come off as more of an intruder than he already was.

Scanning the watching crowd, Ash soon found an older gentleman wearing a black-and-white suit that looked just a little fancier than the others. He had a small beard and a monocle on his eye, and a brooch that looked like a jeweled spiral on his lapel. Standing next to him was a Mr. Rime tapping his toes eagerly. Something about him told Ash that he was the host of this party, and the best person to ask.

Ash made his way over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. The man looked down at the young trainer with surprise. "Oh? Are you a new guest?"

"Er, not really. I...kinda got lost in the woods and stumbled into the backyard."

The man's eyes widened in shock. "...Really?! Um...I'll have to look into that. Th-thank you for bringing it to my attention, Mr..."

"Oh, I'm Ash Ketchum." Ash nodded as Pikachu hopped off his shoulder to say hello to Mr. Rime. The Psychic/Ice Pokemon blinked, but returned the wave.

Just then, the referee called the match. "And Gligar is the winner!"

Ash ignored the assorted cheering and sighing as he continued talking to the host. "I'm sorry to trespass, but I just need directions to the next city, mister."

"...Call me Mr. Belman." The man smiled broadly, adjusting his monocle hurriedly. "Why don't we talk inside? After crashing through the woods, I'm sure you could use a little relaxation..."

Ash's attention was called away from the odd intonation of the word or the button pressed on Belman's monocle. One of the trainers, a young man with red hair and a white polo shirt with a flame design on it, was bringing the 'Charmander' up to him and Belman.

"Dad, what did you think? I think we did way better this time, even against...you know, the type difference."

"I think so too." Belman nodded to his son.

Ash just scoffed. "No offense, but I don't think types are...a..."

The boy trailed off as he got a good look at the Charmander suit that was almost exactly his size. It looked and sounded like shiny red latex, even with the dirt covering it. The red outfit was form fitting...very form fitting, with a small twitching bulge right between the legs. Ash couldn't see any zippers or anything to remove the outfit easily, and the hands had been sealed into mittens that almost resembled a Charmander's tiny claws. It was actually a pretty accurate outfit, complete with a waving tail with a light on the end to safely mimic a flame. But that wasn't what Ash was staring at.

The face was colored the same as the rest of the outfit, and there seemed to be a soft muzzle around the mouth to resemble a Charmander's normal jaw. But it was the person's eyes that caught Ash off guard.

"Ritchie?!"

It was definitely Ritchie in the suit. Ash had gotten a lot better at recognizing people through disguises after the upteenth Team Rocket encounter. It wasn't just his eyes, Ash could see his distinctive red hair now that he was close enough.

Of all the responses Ash expected from Ritchie after making his declaration, none of them resembled the response he got.

"Char Charmander!" Ritchie's voice replied, utterly oblivious to Ash's baffled horror as the dressed-up teen started nuzzling against his 'trainer' like an obedient pet, not an ounce of recognition in his glassy eyes at his rival's face. There was no way in hell that Ritchie would do this normally...

Ash's wide eyes wandered to look at the Gligar suit. It was harder to tell from a distance, but there was something familiar about the latex flier's eyes and purple hair...Paul?! As soon as the thought entered Ash's head, it all clicked into place - those were Paul's Pokemon reclining at the pool, along with Ritchies. And if this scenario was impossibly ridiculous for Ritchie, it was beyond impossible for Paul to go along with this lunacy!

"Erm...Mr. Ketchum..." Belman's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Ash screamed, turning to his side. "Pikachu! You gotta wake them up, use-"

But his orders fell on deaf ears. Pikachu was staring blankly forward, his eyes glazed over as he looked at Mr. Rimes' glowing eyes. Hypnosis!

"Ahehe...you've caught us in the middle of a spot of fun. All harmless, I assure you. Perhaps we can discuss-"

"I'm not discussing ANYTHING, you weirdo! I'm getting out of here and calling the police!"

Ash tried to lean down and grab Pikachu off the ground, but his body was suddenly covered in purple energy that forced him to stand straight up, his arms at his sides. Psychic! But as long as he didn't look at Mr. Rimes, he'd be okay.

"Mr Ketchum, please calm down..."

"LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!" Ash snapped, looking at the rich lunatic with defiant eyes.

Bellman sighed and tapped a button on his monocle again. Before Ash could register what happened, a burst of intense colours shone from the glass, and Ash lost all awareness of what was happening around him...

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Ash woke up to the sound of a bell ringing in his ears, gentle and loud and waking him completely. His eyes were wide open and he could feel the cool air on his skin...

All of his skin. Every inch. There wasn't a scrap of fabric anywhere on his body.

"GAH!" Ash immediately curled his naked body up into a ball, trying to hide himself from...whoever was watching him. He could feel that he was being observed, even though he couldn't sense anyone nearby. But he still felt so exposed...

Once he felt just a little bit assured that he was as covered as he could possibly be, hiding as much of himself as he could with his arms and legs, Ash managed to get his eyes to look around. He was alone in a small grey room, no doors or windows. There was the soft humming of a screen not turned on on the far wall, and Ash could just make out where it was embedded, at eye level if he ever got the nerve to stand up. There was a black dot in the centre of the ceiling that Ash guessed was some sort of camera, and his eyes glared furiously at it while his body crumpled into itself, his knees brushing up against...

Headphones?

Ash blinked, and his hands went to the round circles clamped around his ears. Of all the things he was allowed to wear, why the heck were they headphones? His hands were about to grip the two plastic earmuffs to rip them off...

But then a dull buzzing sound echoed through the headphones, squirming through Ash's body and forcing his hands to his side. Ash gasped and shivered, feeling the worst that he had ever felt. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, ice covered his body, a pit was forced into his stomach...the sound was hurting him in a way he couldn't describe...

But then the sound suddenly stopped, and Ash felt completely normal again. "Aaaaaah-hahhh-hahhhh..."

"Hello, Mr. Ketchum." Belman's voice came through the headphones. "Don't worry, you're not hurt, and you won't be. But that sound will come back on if you don't do as instructed."

"What the-how did that not hurt me?! I felt like I was being..."

"Trigger sound. Very effective. Now, before we get started-"

"WE ARE NOT GETTING STARTED WITH ANYTHING!" Ash shouted, thinking he could somehow block out the noise by shouting while his hands darted back towards the headphones.

He was wrong. The dull buzz returned, paralyzing him and making him feel helpless, powerless, hopeless, hurt...

"All I want is for you to say 'I will listen, and I will not try to remove the headphones'."

"N-n-no, I...I..." Ash blinked tears from his eyes as the indescribable pain coursed through his body, never letting up and never stopping...

"Neither of us wants to drag this out. The noise will stop once you say what I ask."

"I...I..." Ash whimpered. "I will! I won't! I..."

"Say the full sentence. I will listen, and I will not try to remove the headphones."

Ash clamped his eyes shut, unable to bear another second of that noise. The way it made him feel, kept him from moving, he couldn't help his Pokemon or figure out how to get away if it kept playing...

"I...will listen, and...I will...not try...to remove the headphones."

The buzzing stopped, and a bell chimed in his ears.

Not only was the pain gone at the sound of the bell, but as the bell echoed through his head, it felt like...a rainbow of colors and smiles exploded in his mind, pleasure pulsing through his every muscle, warm returning to his skin, to the point that he could feel a smile almost appear on his face...

Ash hurriedly shook his head clear. "Wh-what was-?"

"Triggers go both ways. Would you like to hear that again?"

"Yes!" Ash blurted out without thinking.

"Then repeat that exact sentence two more times. When you say something three times, it becomes absolutely true."

"I...I will listen, and I will not try to remove the headphones...?"

DING

"Ahh! I will listen and not try to remove the headphones!"

DING

Sure enough, the sound of the bell echoed through Ash's mind again, clearing all his doubts and fears for a few seconds. The boy's breathing became steady once again, and his hands fell to his sides, far away from the headphones. He'd never consider taking them off now.

Ash tried to shake his head clear and reassert some degree of control. "O-ok, I'm listening, but...b-but just so I can find out what you did to my Pokemon! What did you do to them?!"

"Fair enough. I just need you to stand up and look at the screen."

The naked boy just glanced up at the camera. "Are you...watching?" Ash tucked his knees to his chest with his arms, hiding himself while he blushed furiously.

"Hmmm...If it'll help, let's do a quick bit of conditioning first. Say "I am not ashamed of being naked" three times."

Ash scowled. "I don't know what conditioning is, but I'm not gonna-"

The buzzing interrupted him, but only for a second. Just enough to elicit a gasp from the boy.

"Ok, ok! I-I'm not... ashamed of... being naked-"

DING

Ash's arms unwrapped from his legs.

"I'm...not ashamed of being naked..."

DING

Ash's legs uncurled from his chest, relaxing for the first time since he woke up.

"I'm not ashamed of being naked."

DING

Ash took a deep breath, stretching his arms and legs out. He felt...more relaxed now, in a way he couldn't describe. Still scared and worried about his Pokemon, but...not so exposed and vulnerable anymore. He didn't even care about the camera looking down on him anymore.

"Feel better?"

"I'll...feel better when I know where my Pokemon are." Ash lied.

"Get up and face the screen, Mr. Ketchum."

With a sigh, Ash picked his exposed body up off the cold floor, feeling the floor tiles on his bare feet as he got up and faced where he figured the screen was -

DING

Ash blinked away the fireworks in his head. "What was-"

"Doing what you told makes you feel good, keep that in mind."

"Mmf..." Ash hated how good he was made to feel. "Where are my Pokemon?!"

The screen activated, showing an image of Pikachu relaxing on a very-fancy looking cushion, looking as utterly contented as all of the Pokemon at the pool. Behind and beside him were Indeedees massaging the Pikachu's back and delicately feeding him fancy-looking orange snacks. Ash suspected that he was watching something...and from the glazed look in his eyes, it was something hypnotic.

"What are you doing to him?! T-to all of them?"

"Ensuring that they will enjoy their retirement from battling. I can assure you, they'll be treated very well and given every luxury. And if you're concerned about your other assets, don't worry. It will all be taken care of."

"Retiring?! I am not-"

"Would you like to make any special requests for them?"

"I want them out-"

BUZZZZ.

"Within reason, Mr. Ketchum. Perhaps a favorite food?"

Ash growled impotently for a second, his fists tensing up enough to send blood rushing through his body...before eventually relaxing. He felt...defeated, but something told him this would be his last chance to do anything for his Pokemon.

"...And Pikachu really...really likes Ketchup. And...and don't just have them sit around, give them something to do..."

"Of course, Mr. Ketchum. Now...I want you to say "I don't have to worry about any Pokemon." Three times."

Ash clenched his fists for a moment...but it was getting harder and harder to believe that fighting was worth it. And he could see the Indeedees pour ketchup onto those treats, much to Pikachu's delight.

"I...don't...have to worry about any Pokémon..." DING "Mmm...I don't have to worry about...any Pokémon..." DING

There was a wide, peaceful smile on his face as he said for the last time "I don't have to worry about any Pokémon." There was utter finality in his voice, his concern for his friends put aside forever. They would be safe. They would be happy. That was all he needed to know.

"Excellent. Now, let's talk about your...retirement, Mr. Ketchum. Just watch the screen and read aloud what it says."

Ash slowly nodded, and the screen changed. Instead of a live feed, there was a rotating computer-generated picture of...himself? But he was wearing a very strange suit, the same material as what Ritchie and Paul had been wearing. The latex was colored bright orange with a cream-colored circle around Ash's belly, with two cream circles on his back and a muzzle of the same colour on his mouth showing a big smile. Blue 'fins' were attached to his forearms, and a yellow ring surrounded his neck. Two orange tails with cream tips were attached to his backside...in his rear, an idea that made Ash tense up. He almost didn't need to read the text that accompanied the image.

"I'm...going to become a Buizel Pokeboy?!" The trainer said with shock and outrage...

DING

...that faded slightly. There were...worse fates, surely...

Ash assumed that he'd need to repeat the text, but the screen changed. It was a simulated picture of him balancing a ball on his nose in front of an audience, who was clapping and smiling as wide as he was.

"I will...live to entertain my...masters? I-"

Another ding of the bell interrupted his anger. Cheering crowds, making people happy...that wasn't so bad...if his former Pokemon could enjoy that life, so could he...

The screen changed one more time. It was Buizel-suit him, on his haunches like a dog. Another boy his age, fully clothed and with wavy hair, was stretching Ash on the head with a pleased smile.

"Ob...obedience makes me so very happy. I'm happy when my masters are happy, and I'll do anything to...make them happy..."

DING

The final picture was him in that Buizel costume, a massive smile on his face. The real Ash didn't quite have that smile, but it was starting to come close.

"I'll...love being a Pokeboy!" That was the final line on the screen.

"Correct. It'll be a good life for you...everything will be taken care of, and you'll live quite luxuriously when you're not...performing. Both in battle and water shows. There's...other options to explore, but those can wait. Right now, let's get you settled in. What matters is that you appreciate the merits of obedience. Recite everything you just read from the beginning two more times."

Ash hesitated for a second, but doing what he was told did make him feel wonderful...

"I'm going to become a... Buizel Pokeboy. I will live to entertain my masters. Obedience makes me so very happy. I'm happy when my...masters are happy, and I'll do...anything to make them happy. I'll...love being a...Pokeboy..."

DING

Ash's smile was wider as he described one more time what his future would look like. "I'm going to become a Buizel Pokeboy! I will live to entertain my masters. Obedience makes me so very happy! I'm happy when my masters are happy, and I'll do anything to make them happy! I'll love being a Pokeboy!"

"Yes, you will. We just need to clean up your body and your mind first. I'll ask you to answer me honestly...do you want to become a Pokeboy?"

"Yes!" Ash didn't hesitate this time. The fireworks show in his head was firing at the very idea. He didn't even need to hear the sound of the bell anymore. He didn't have to worry about his Pokemon, he'd retire to a nice life in a fancy place, and he would live to make everyone happy! It was the perfect way to end his journey, after so many years of crashing through trees and getting lost and tired. He would love to become a Pokeboy!

"Splendid. Then I need you to do two things. Keep your eyes on the screen, but raise your arms to your side and spread your legs just a little. The Indeedees will need access to every inch of your skin."

"Yes, sir!" Ash moved himself into position, and didn't turn around when he heard a door open behind him. A few minutes ago, he would've tried to run for the door or at least tried to hide himself from the soft footsteps approaching him. But now, he didn't even flinch when he felt wet cloths covered in something more slippery than water and soap started working up his legs.

"Second. I want you to keep your eyes on the screen and say "I remember nothing" again and again. Let your memories fall into the whirlpool and disappear. Once there is nothing in your mind but the basic essentials and the desire to become a Pokeboy, say "I am ready to become a Pokeboy." Ready?"

Wait a second...forget everything? That wasn't...Ash tried to shut his eyes and regain his mind-

BZZZZZZ

That horrible feeling returned. Ash had almost forgotten just how bad disobedience hurt him, with how good obedience had felt...he never wanted to feel this again. He only wanted to feel that same bliss one more time. Ash needed to feel that again...

It would be okay, his Pokemon would be fine and happy, everything would be taken care of...and he'd feel wonderful again...

"Y-yes, sir!" Ash nodded and opened his eyes, watching the bright colors of the screen start spinning faster and faster in front of him, swallowing his memories of being a trainer. As the screen drew him in deeper and deeper, Ash couldn't turn away if he'd tried...if he still wanted to try. But that feeling was fast fading as Ash unburdened himself of everything that would get in the way of that wonderful retirement he wanted...

"I remember nothing. I remember nothing. I remember nothing..."

"...I remember nothing...I remember nothing...I am ready to become a Pokeboy!" The nameless young man eventually spoke out with a gleeful smile. Just in time...the Indeedees had finished wiping his body down with whatever was on those rags, smoothing out his skin to an almost mirror-polish.

"So let's get you dressed." His master's voice remarked.

The boy was gently spun around from the screen he'd been staring at for what had felt like hours, and the Indeedee started manipulating his legs to push them into a rubbery pile that had been placed in the centre of the room. One leg, then another, felt the snug latex stick to his skin.

"You love the feel of latex on your skin. Three times."

"I love the feeling of latex on my skin. I love the feel of latex on my skin. I love the feel of latex on my sk-hin!"

The boy couldn't help but gasp as he felt the sleek tightness wrap itself around his cock and seal it up in a twitching bulge at the base of his legs. Despite how restricted his pleasure had become, he still moaned in silent delight, especially as the fuzzy hands pressed out any air bubbles in the area around and inside his ass. The butler Pokemon were very fast workers, and it was only a minute or so before they had rolled the suit over his upper body, and soon the only parts of him not covered in latex were his head, his hands, and his feet. A rubber ring of air was wrapped around his neck, almost completing the look.

And the boy felt wonderful. He was almost the Buizel Pokeboy that he always wanted to be. Just a few more things missing, as as two sets of paws started spreading out his rubber cheeks, he could tell what the first thing added was going to be.

"AAAAAH!" He couldn't see the tail going inside of him, just feel it. Even with the latex smoothing out the initial entrance, the phallic rod still burned as it sunk in deeper and deeper until it tapped against a very sensitive spot ...

"You love how your tail feels, and you'll only remove it when you have to. Three times."

The newly tailed Buizel Pokeboy nodded, his body conforming around the intrusion to his body. His rear muscles secured the tail in place as his chanting secured the tail in his mind. Soon, it was as natural a part of his body as his hands were. The boy chanced a glance behind him, and sure enough, two soft latex tails with peach tips were sticking out of ass. As was completely natural, and he would only take it out when he had to.

Indeedee pushed soft rubber mittens onto the boy's hands, sealing his fingers into place and rendering the human even more helpless than before. But the boy could feel something out of place in each mitten, what felt like a soft button between his fingers in just the right place so he couldn't press them accidentally.

"Squeeze the button in the right mitten."

The eager-to-please Pokeboy did so, and the two tails in his bottom began spinning like a propeller. Just like a regular Buizel. Perfect for swimming.

"Now the left."

The ring around his neck swelled with air, turning into a solid enough inner tube.

"Keep those in mind. Now...one last thing left to put on."

The peach-colored rubber muzzle was secured on his face, covering his mouth and nose in a perfect fit. The way the snout was designed was that it would open its mouth whenever the wearer did in a way that resembled a regular Buizel, but there was an odd mouthguard that the boy could bite down on just inside the snout.

"When your master says 'Water Gun', bite down on the guard. Do it now. Buizel, Water Gun!"

"Yes sir!" The boy spoke before moving his lips over the mouthguard and biting down. A stream of water was blasted out of the muzzle's mouth, just like a normal Buizel's Water Gun.

"Perfect. Everything's in order. Just walking and swimming lessons left...for now, at least. But first, tell me something. How does a Buizel talk?"

The boy was happy to answer his master's question. "A Buizel talks like 'Bui-bui-Buizel-zel!'"

"That is how you will talk as long as you're in your suit."

"Bui- Buizel!" As he spoke Pokespeak, the boy felt happy bells ringing in his mind. He was a true Pokeboy now! Just like he always wanted to be, playing and battling and making his master so very happy! He was going to love his life now that he was completely dressed and knew how to talk.

"Right. Time to show you around your new home, Buizel!"

Indeedee gestured the Pokeboy to follow him out of the grey room, and Buizel finally squeaked out of the training room to begin his new life...

Some Time Later...

Pikachu was just finishing his rounds, pacing along the border separating the yard from the forest, looking out for any intruders. Belman had debated for some time whether to put up a fence around the yard, but it would have ruined the view of the woods from the mansion and looked a little...suspicious to anyone coming in from the other side. And it was always fun to get surprise visitors...just as long as there was some breathing room to ready the mansion for any new appearances.

Ursaring soon lumbered over to take the next watch, much to Pikachu's relief and delight. With his shift over, Pikachu cheerfully ran back to the mansion's swimming pool. Once he arrived, the electric mouse kicked off his usual routine after a long day of work...literally.

"PikaPika!" Pikachu shouted out as he gave the waiting volleyball a good kick in a random part of the pool, watching the rubber orb to see if it would hit the water this time.

"BuiBui!" The boy in the orange latex swimsuit was just a little faster, rushing through the water like a torpedo before bouncing the ball off his snout. The smiling Pokeboy bounced the volleyball off his 'nose' a few times before smacking it towards Pikachu with his paws.

"Pi!" The Pikachu retorted with a smack of his tail to the other side of the pool, forcing Buizel to propel his tail with expert precision to reach the ball before it hit the water.

"...Should we be concerned?" Belman's son asked as they watched the game from their own deck chairs.

"Nah. It happened on it's own." Belman shook his head, sipping another cup of tea. "And if we try to force them apart, it'll just be a risk."

The boy watched for a moment before shouting out. "Buizel! Come here, boy!"

Not wanting to keep his master waiting, Buizel zipped out of the water and waddled to his trainers side, a huge smile on his face. The boy smiled back, his free hand scritching the former human's black hair, making Buizel purr in delight. "Buiiiiii..."

"Good boy. It's cleaning tonight, right?" He asked his father.

"Mm-hmm. Why?"

"Well...if I wanna have, um...I'd like to see him out of the suit, if that's okay."

Belman blinked, but smiled at that. "Not a problem. Buizel? Time for your bath."

"Buiiii..." Buizel looked a little upset, but didn't refuse as his latex squeaked back into the mansion, where Belman's loyal Indeedee's were waiting.

The butler Pokemon pulled the boy aside into a private room in the mansion basement. With rehearsed precision, they removed his tail with a gentle pop and carefully stripped the latex from his skin. A metal diaper mechanism discreetly disposed of any waste, and the muzzle was removed so the boy's teeth could be brushed. The boy's skin was washed with a special substance that kept the skin healthy underneath the latex suit, and a few speedy check-ups ensured the boy was in solid health. Maybe a few exercises outside of swimming, but that would be easy to take care of.

Normally, the stripped Pokeboy would be placed in his sleeping room while his suit was cleaned and repaired. But this night, the naked young man was visited by Belman's son before he was sent to bed. While Buizel was long past having any shame at being seen naked, Belman's son still blushed slightly at his future playmate's exposure

"Like what you see?" Belman's voice echoed from a speaker inside the room.

"Oh, yes." The heir smirked around his blush as he walked around the undressed Buizel. Sure, rubber Pokemon roleplay was really fun, especially with all his friends, but he was getting old enough for more...direct action. "Though...I'll admit he looks cuter as a Buizel."

"I agree. Buizel, you can use your words. Will you be a cute, happy, obedient Buizel for my son?"

"Yes!" The brunette nodded with an eager smile. "I'll always be a happy and obedient Pokeboy. I live to make my master happy!"

"Good to hear." The redhead chuckled before walking out of the room, leaving his Pokeboy alone in the room.

"You know what to say before bed, Pokeboy."

"I love being a happy, obedient Pokeboy! Obedience makes me happy, and I live to make my master happy. I love being a happy, obedient Pokeboy. Obedience makes me happy, and I live to make my master happy. I love being a happy obedient Pokeboy. Obedience makes me happy, and I live to make my master happy."

DING

"Good night. Looking forward to another fun day tomorrow, Buizel."