The most notable thing about that mall was its west wing. An erotic landmark for adults, dedicated specifically to all sorts of toys, videos, and attractions that would make a grown dragon blush. The locale treated it like an amusement park. Not actually wanting to delve into the world of porn and debaucherous sex - just intrigued!

Horny little business stands - selling all sorts of things, homemade dildos, designer cock rings, full latex suits, rubber diapers, hell, even silicone molds of feet. If you were into weird stuff like that. Pokemon loved pointing at those things as they pushed through their tours of this horny wonderland - look at that, armpit molds? Dude, what’s with people and diapers? Hey, Crobat, they’re selling my favorite gamer girl feet! It was like a bizarre museum to some, and others, an outlet for their strangest of desires.

And Meowth? He was just here, alone, because, hey! No Brooklyn cat was ever gonna go a whole lifetime without tellin’ all his buds about some pussy! All three of them! Yeah, that’s right! He was a real playboy cat! Never had sex before, sure, but after a run or two through “The Fancy Cat”, and he’d be able to proudly say that he knew what a vagina felt like! What? It wasn’t his fault that the ladies didn’t appreciate him! So he was forward! What was he supposed to do? Get to know her first?

No - wait hold on. Something caught his attention. What? $10000 dollars?! No way! Noooooo way! His body flooooated over to that stand, that one with the creepy teddy bear man! His nose just about pressed against that text - reflecting the dollar signs in his eyes. Money! He loved money! And he was gonna have it, too!

What, what did the sign say --- something about becoming a ‘cock loving gimp’? Whatever, he wasn’t into that stuff, anyways! He just had to spend a week with an edgy-looking plush toy, and he’d be 10k richer? Yeah, he was game! He wasn’t scared of some zipper mouthed weirdo! Money, money, money! All real, all certified! Forget about touching some cheap, plastic clitoris! With that kind of cash?! He was getting the real deal, baby!

Well informed - at least by his own brain - he made a quick decision to sign those waivers. With complete, conscious understanding of the terms and conditions of this easy peasy kink challenge, he agreed to sell himself out as a gimp, given he failed to make it through the week without wanting to be. But who would ever want to be a gimp? Sell themselves out as some latex loving, cock worshipping, zipper mouthed freak?

Banette helped him discover the answer to that question.

Their sweet, powerful way with words. The way they would inspire him to try new things. Such a dialect, just pushing him to try on the suit. Ease into the rubber latex, feel it surging across his entire body. The longer he spent covered in latex, the more he felt completely nude. The more the tight, slick rubber around his bare ass began to feel like it was his. His slick, smooth chest. His bouncy, rubbery soles.

How did they get inside his head so quickly? Discover the ways in which he felt incomplete? The flimsy holes he filled inside of his heart, to deal with the loneliness, the lack of love and support in his life? Why was it so easy to let those holes be filled with an inkling towards subservience? A desire to let his free will be sacrificed to his master? Was it because of how gentle, and patient they were? How wonderful those commands were?

The tug of his collar, the way his worries would melt as it happened. The warmth of his master. The way his identity disappeared into that heat. The softness of their cock. Were dicks supposed to be this soft? And cuddly? It was just so nice to tug at that thing. He’d come into this all planning to experience a woman’s touch, but it seemed as if he had found something much, much more comforting than that. Banette’s touch. His command. His ownership of all the responsibility that belonged to Meowth. Finally, it made sense. He was an outcast before, and it was only in his collar that his exile had finally ended. Finally, he belonged somewhere. He belonged to his master.

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Yup! All within the span of three days. You see, Banette was pretty good at figuring out what made people tick. He knew how to get around all those silly little psychological problems Pokemon had, but this Meowth? What an open book. You’d never seen such a sorry excuse for a cat before.

But now? Looking at those hopeful sparkles in the dude’s eyes? Seeing how happy and eager they were? Well, Banette was starting to find it pretty endearing. They had improved for the better - rather than being scum, they were a sweet, obedient little gimp, now.

And that was a reward far greater than any amount of money in the world.