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The New Deep Labs, or as Vega's personal harem at Breakwater Hideaway called it, Pet's Hideaway. It was a rather hidden area below Sub-Level Five, but those who lived within it's confines happily called it home. Much of it was a maze of hallways, but in the lobby, one major room stood just beyond the main living area. It was once the security office, but the pets re-purposed it into the personal quarters of their leader, Nemi.

Inside the room, there were several shelves with psychology books, as well as a picture of the Cubone morph Vega with hir loving lead pet. There was also Nemi's bed, a massive cushion perfect for a small body. However, the was also one not-so-innocent feature, an inset part of the wall where one could easily find their legs and arms trapped with no chance of escape.

It'd been three days since Nemi had claimed a new pet, and today, they were the occupant of his wall. He's was rather small looking Pikachu morph, unusually nude aside from a set of latex gloves and boots to buffer his body from the interior of the holes his limbs were inserted into, and the collar which bound his neck to the wall behind it, a tag with the name Breaker hanging from a ring on it. He gave a slightly sorrowful look as he gazed down at his vulnerable body, covered in yellow fur aside from a the brown stripes across his back and a soft white oval across his chest. He'd been bound to the wall since the previous day at noon, and despite the constant cool breeze blowing through the holes to cool his body, he had glistening sweat dripping from his head and short snout. Down below, his cock and tight balls were aching and dripping almost endlessly with precum, each drop spattering against the floor with a soft slapping sound as it pooled up around the tip of his zigzag-shaped tail. It was an 'effect', put on him by the Grovyle that had hung him up to wait for Nemi.

A sudden ruffle of the curtain separating the living quarters from the room snapped his gaze forward as an equally small and young-looking Meowth morph walked in. He was covered from neck to toe in shiny black latex that seemed to flow like liquid across his body, sealed by a collar with two tags that read 'Nemi' and 'Vega'. On his hands were thick sealed gloves that looked like large paws, which he walked on in combination with his feet, and his feline face showed little in the way of raw emotion, as did the long tail that swayed behind him with each step.

"Nemi's new toy is ready to come down, it seems." Nemi said in a very monotone, almost lifeless voice as he sat on his rump in a feral manner, his paws resting on the floor between his feet. Breaker's entire body immediately jarred forward, and he fell face first onto the ground right in front of the feline. Before he could even try to bring himself to his knees--much less his feet--Nemi put a paw on his back, effortlessly keeping him down. "Just remember, Breaker chose this even after being told what would happen. Now, Nemi's toy will sit on his knees and stay silent."

Breaker gave a soft and short whimper of pain, but reluctantly nodded in acknowledgement. His new owner moved his paw, and the electric rodent sat up just like Nemi. Before he even knew what was happening, Nemi pulled a pair of yellow gloves similar to his own from off of his back, then carefully pulled them up onto Breaker's hands one at a time using his mouth and teeth. Breaker winced softly as an old wound on his right hand acted up, but he didn't dare make a sound, mostly out of fear. However, as soon as the gloves were taught against his forearms, he found both of his hands had gone completely numb. In their place, he was somehow able to feel through the gloves, the cool floor becoming much more welcome where the gloves paw pads were.

"The toy is wondering how it's able to feel through the gloves." Nemi blurted out, causing the rodent to look up instantly at him, wondering if his new owner could read minds as well. "Nemi can read everything his toy is thinking in it's eyes. Also, his toy no longer has hands. Those paw are it's hands now, and permanently so. The toy's hands were too badly damaged to salvage, so Nemi gave it paws fitting for something as meek as a toy."

Breaker looked at his owner with a bit of horror, and Nemi instantly pounced on that sign of weakness. Without even the slightest hint of emotion, Nemi used one paw to shove the Pikachu onto his back, holding him down with a single foot. "That's right. Breaker isn't a person anymore. It's a toy. A little sex toy made to follow it's owner's will. And Nemi will prove that to it." He finally gave a small smile as he pulled out what looked like a silicone dildo, designed to look like a seven inch feline's cock with a smooth but thick surface and small 'barbs' around the slightly flared head, though they were nothing more than highly flexible nubs made to pleasure whomever it was used on. However, instead of using it on his toy, he pressed the base against the head of Buster's still erect shaft.

Breaker couldn't hold back any longer, crying out in pleasure with tears rolling from his tightly closed eyes. Little by little, the feeling in his cock faded until the dildo's base slid deep into his sheath and moved no more. Then, the feeling of the latex glove of his master's hand slowly rubbing over it's length. The dildo, like the gloves, had literally replaced one of his body parts.

Before he could open his eyes, he felt something forcefully jammed into his mouth, making him look almost instantly. In front of his face was his master's paw, pressing a gag around his face as it seemed to lock itself with a click. Again, like his shaft, his short muzzle and face slowly began to lose feeling as whatever toy had just been used on him took over. However, that numbness started creeping deep into his body this time, starting in his throat and head before moving downward. It went into his chest, then his stomach, and finally his rump, all within the span of a few minutes. It was a broad numbness as well, as if someone had simply made those parts of him empty, even hollow. However, the pressure from his master's foot told him there was something in there, even if he couldn't feel it.

Nemi's smile became wider as he leaned down and kissed his toy on the lips. They were thick feminine lips made of latex, and inside was a rubber tongue and throat, the only things Breaker could eventually feel once again. When that realization came to him, his eyes widened, and Nemi once again pounced on his show of weakness. "Nemi's toy has a proper mouth for a sex toy. Lips and tongue, but no voice. It can moan and whimper and cry, but it will never again speak in the open air, nor breathe or smell. It will only touch, and taste, and see."

The numb feeling spread down his neck and onto his chest, then across and down his arms. That wasn't from any toy. It was something Nemi was doing to him. Nemi rubbed along his body as it continued going down, wrapping around his stomach and back, his tail, and his legs and feet. However, he couldn't look down to see the changes. His eyes were mysteriously fixated on his master's eyes, and no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much effort he put into it, he could neither blink or turn away. His head simply wouldn't react.

After a few minutes, the numbness once again faded, and he could feel a heaviness on his chest that wasn't there before. Nemi soon leaned down and licked at what would have normally been a flat chest, but it wasn't flat. When Nemi leaned over, Breaker caught sight of two rather large breasts, each with erect rubber nipples. Rubber, because his entire body had been turned into rubber. What had once been a male body, battered and bruised from years of fighting, had been turned into that of a shiny latex shemale Pikachu. In a mirror behind his master's back, it could see that even it's head and eyes had changed, making it nothing more than a living doll. A living sex doll, designed for it new owner's enjoyment.

"Yes. It finally sees that it is no longer a person. It is a thing. A living sex doll, made to service it's owner as he sees fit. Only allowed to do what it's owner lets it do." Nemi said, running his tongue teasingly over one of the sensitive nipples. However, Breaker found suddenly sit couldn't move, or even shudder at the pleasure it felt. It's body was no longer mobile. Nemi had apparently taken that from it in a way it couldn't even understand. Again, he grinned at it and moved back, moving himself to lap at the doll's new cock mercilessly.

His maw slowly engulfed the tip of the toy shaft while his tongue rubbed along it's length, lubing up every little centimeter of it with slick saliva. Breaker wanted desperately to moan out, cry, even shout our it master's name, but there was only silence outside of her head. Nemi could hear every bit of it, but it didn't know that. The more desperate the toy became, the faster he would tease it, but the hazy bliss of pleasure and orgasm would never come to it. Every little lick and kiss upon it's sensitive flesh only made it even more aware of where it was, of it role as nothing more than a toy in his use.

Then, it suddenly felt it's new paws slowly rise on their own, gripping it's new breasts as best they could and massaging the firm mounds of latex sensually. Just the touch of rubber on rubber drove it's mind further into lustful desire for release. It made made the toy's thoughts cloudy with every moment. Finally it was able to hear herself moaning out, even panting as it's body moved on it's own.

Nemi's head popped into it view soon after, though the feeling of his tongue continued, making the entire situation almost unbearable. "It's just a slutty little toy. It knows it wants to show it's owner just how slutty it is. Just how desperate it is to please him. How weak and helpless it is without him. It wants to present itself for it's master. To give in to those desires it feels deep in it's very core. It wants him just how much it yearns to be nothing more than his plaything."

Try as it might, Breaker couldn't fight whatever new instincts were driving it wild with need. One of it's thick paws moved downward to the ground, thne the other, the toy's body pushing itself over onto it stomach. It's legs, all four of them now, began trembling as it forced itself to stand, and it's tail raised high to expose a small latex opening where it's anus once was, ribbed and gaping like a true sex doll. On obeying him, the feelings only got stronger, and finally the Pikachu was able to hear it's own voice in it's head, saying words it now truly felt. «P-p-please... Masssster. A-Anyth- thing for Master... The toy beg-g-gs it. »

Without another word, Nemi literally pounced onto the Pikachu's back, his five inch cock hard and dripping as he sank it deep into that exposed hole. Unlike mating, he started out hard and fast, humping at her ass mercilessly, even roughly as he let out feral growls with every thrust. His toy let out cries of ecstasy, occasionally calling out it's master's name in it's mind. Nemi was pent up, and he wanted his new property to know just how much. With every thrust, every collision of their hips, Breaker's mind seemed to forget something. It's name, it's parents, it's sisters and brothers... the pain it felt growing up the runt, the hell it went through just before Nemi had found it. Everything, good and bad, began to disappear from the rubber Pikachu's mind.

He sensed this, and began forcing himself harder and faster. He grabbed onto it's neck with mouth, sinking his teeth in just above the shoulder in a feral mating bite as feline yowls and escaped his lips. Breaker's moans only served to make him hornier, and it's cries for release, to be claimed as his property, served to make him take it as hard as he could. More and more, it's memories faded until none were left. Nothing, except that it was a toy. A living toy made only to serve. That was it's release, causing it to let out a crying moan as orgasm took what little was left of it's mind. At the exact same time, Nemi had given his own howl of pleasure as he sprayed the sex toy's hole with his seed, much of it dripping from the opening as it came back out.

It only took a few moments for Nemi to recover, his trained body made for rapid multiple orgasms with little need to rest. "Nemi's toy... The toy of a toy. No need for air, or food, or sleep. No pain or sorrow. Nothing more than a slutty little plaything." He whispered into Buster's ear, his sly grin returning.

Tired and weak, it's mind finally gave in completely to lust. What was once a frightened and lonely Pikachu named Breaker shattered beneath it's new owner's body. There was no memory. No knowledge of a name other that 'toy'. Nothing left of the old tortured persona that once hung frightened on a wall. Only a soul within a synthetic body, willing to serve whatever was needed of her. A simple being of pleasure, eternally happy just to exist.

Nemi pulled his small shaft out of it's rump, and it fell limp to the ground. Although the Pikatoy was once again an immobile doll, it no longer feared for her safety. It knew it was safe, no matter what he did to it. Nemi smiled warmly this time, then reached down and effortlessly picked up his toy by biting on the back of it's collar. He dragged it to the wall behind his bed cushion, then propped it up like a plush toy in a child's room, allowing them to gaze out across his quarters helplessly. It was being displayed for anyone entering to see, though with it's now unblinking eyes and motionless body, no one would know it was alive.

"Nemi's toy will stay here until he returns. He might let it move after he gets back... tomorrow." Nemi told her, ripping the name tag from it's collar before turning to walk out. However, he stopped and looked back just as he reached the curtain. "Rest well, sweet toy." With that, he disappeared behind the cloth, leaving the now nameless doll to feel only the cool breeze circulating through the room.

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"Did you give that Pikachu what he asked for?" A feminine--and very sexual--voice asked in Nemi's head as he walked up the several flights of dark stairs that lead to the main part of Breakwater Hideaway. "I turned off my comm link like I told you I would. I trust you."

"Nemi did exactly as he promised." Nemi said in response, giving a sigh of relief. "Breaker as a person is legally dead. It is now a toy in Nemi's collection, and it's heart tells Nemi it's happy. He'll bring it to Mistress later."

"Thank you, pet. You did a good job. I'll report the mission complete to PRA, and you'll be getting the points for it." The voice said, cutting the line soon after.

Nemi looked over the orders on a small display in his mind, which laid over his actual vision. Breaker Mizunagi was listed as an ATK, or 'Attack to Kill', for supposed crimes against Sanctuary. However, both he and his Mistress knew the truth. He was targeted because he was different, by a family who knew only intolerance. The pain, even had he found refuge as a normal pet, would have eventually shattered his heart in a much darker way. For Nemi, taking away the pain of his fellow submissives was a job he was happy to do. Behind the cold and typically emotionless face he put on, he truly cared about others. He had no hate in his heart, and even though he sometimes stooped as low as to psychologically torture and humiliate those he worked to save, he did so knowing the end result would give them a better life.

He stopped at the top of the five massive flights of stairs, thinking about what he had just done. It made him smile, knowing he had saved another life from the darkness that once nearly took his own heart.