Scene 8 – More New Cast Members

"Damn, Zorah, you're so sexy when you pant like that. Be sure to pant more often, ok, Pet?"

Ricardo grabbed my mane and pulled it back, making me have eye contact with him. I knew, by looking in his eyes, Ricardo silently demanded an answer.

"Yes… Master…" I said between pants.

"Good," Ricardo said. He kissed me on the forehead. Ricardo resumed humping me. He let my head down but is still clinging onto my mane. It must give him an extra sense of power.

What we're doing right now is sex, like that wasn't obvious. To be more specific, we're doing doggy-style sex. But unlike last time, Ricardo wanted to do me in the pussy instead of the ass in this position. Also unlike last time, we were in Ricardo's VIP room. The same one where we had sex together the first time. Where I lost my virginity. Nearby the dead body that was on the set.

I still didn't forget about that. I would remember when I complain about Ricardo and his behavior in my head. Also most nights when I sleep cause I dream about what happened. The memories are most vivid when I'm on the same set I killed the shiny Mismagius. I feel so guilty about it, it's killing me on the inside.

The only way I'm not a wreck by now is because of Ricardo making me his sex slave. That takes my mind off of it for a good, large chunk of my time. I'm impressed, though, of how Ricardo took care of everything. The body was gone, the blood was gone. There was absolutely no trace of the murder on the set and not even one cop investigated. As nice as it is that Ricardo's helping me out, I would still need some time just getting used to all this sex.

Ricardo is just so Arceus-dammed horny all the time. I've been having sex with him everyday since Valentine's Day. I can barely keep up! Like now, when Ricardo is pumping his cock in and out of me. It already feels strenuous enough. It feels like it'll be a long time before I get adjusted to any of this. I wonder if these orgasms will always be just as strong as the one I'm having right now. Ricardo came soon after I did. Then I collapsed on the floor, exhausted. I felt Ricardo stroking my rear.

I could tell from his voice how happy he is. "You're doing excellent, Pet. You're not falling to the floor while being fucked anymore. You be sure to keep up your hard work."

"Yes, Master."

I was picked up and placed on the couch. Of course, Ricardo sits right next to me, resting his claw on my shoulder farther away from him. We're gonna stay like this for a while for a number of reasons.

One is that Ricardo is spoiled and he gets what he wants whenever he wants it. Usually, Ricardo wants me to lean on him as I rest from my erotic workouts. Another reason is that I really need the rest. I don't think 'workout' is a strong term to describe the things I do with Ricardo. Finally, one more reason is that, today, it's okay for us to take our time having sex and resting from it. It's already the last week we're doing the first season of the new series Ricardo stars in. And we're halfway into the week. The to-do list for the show is decreasing slowly but surely. We were able to get out of work early today.

What I bummed out by was that I'm Ricardo's personal fluffer. That means I have to go to wherever he works, right?

Bob is more than happy with this. He gets a decent house to live in and gets more food to put in his already big belly. Bob wishes he could stay in the mansion like I do but he's so happy about the changes that he usually doesn't give a crap. Usually.

Additionally, because Bob's my owner, he's gonna keep close contact with us. He won't travel with us if we stay in the region. Bob can just lend Star my pokeball. Thank Arceus for that. If we're gonna travel to another region, though, then Bob's gonna come with us. Hooray. What's more is that I'm gonna graduate from acting classes so all this is fine with Bob. Way fine. This is seriously strange; I've never seen him happier than this.

But before I can think any longer about that, Ricardo got my attention. "Zorah, we're going to go Snowpoint City next so I can star in another movie there. High quality hot chocolate will be your rewards when we get there. Well, that and orgasms."

I tried not to look like I disapprove, which I do. Then I say, "Yes, Master."

Ricardo was quiet for a while. It scares me most of all if he's quiet. Suddenly, Ricardo lifted my head up by my chin.

Now I stand corrected. It scares me most of all when Ricardo is looking at me the way he's looking at me right now. It's almost as if Ricardo has something on his mind that he wants to say but, for some reason, he doesn't. Eventually, Ricardo lets my chin go and turned his own with a huff.

I don't get it. What am I doing wrong? I tried not looking angry no matter how angry I actually am. I've always called him 'Master' whenever we're alone. I even held back my insults! Apparently, Ricardo can use that to punish me, which he had once already. I won't talk about it but, long story short, I try not to bite off more than I can chew.

Well, pushing it aside, I suppose going to Snowpoint City would be fun. It's a change of scenery. Oh, who am I kidding? I rarely go outside of Ricardo's mansion for something other than work.

That's another thing about Ricardo ever since I started a master/slave relationship with him. He does not let me interact with any other male at all. Ricardo's barely ok with me being with the girls. I think if it wasn't the fact that all the girls I interact with are his psychotic fans, then Ricardo would make me stay away from them, too.

Ricardo also makes sure I leave the mansion as less often as possible and he definitely makes sure I don't leave without him. As a result, I don't typically leave for any other reason than work. Ricardo says it's because a pet should stay where their master can see them. I felt royally pissed at that.

Basically, I don't feel so happy about my current lifestyle. I always have been apart from everyone ever since I met Bob but at least I was able to still talk to others like normal. Now I'm not even allowed to do that. Especially not with males. I felt isolated. More isolated than when I'm inside of this mansion. It'll be the exact, same thing over in Snowpoint City; the only difference is that the environment would be colder.

Ricardo sooner or later got up and he gestured me to get up, too. We left the building and flew back to Ricardo's home. Usually, when we get there, we'd go to Ricardo's room and have more sex until dinner. I thought it was good we didn't have sex today when we got there.

Instead, we hung around Ricardo's room. I said hi to Star when I came in.

According to Ricardo, Star didn't like the idea of his personal fluffer having the kind of relationship I have with him; I guess it has something to do with image. There was also severe arguing when I wasn't here. Star just kept herself calm when I was there cause I was sleeping. It was nice for a psycho, as Ricardo called her. Still, in the end, Ricardo managed to win and keep me around. This probably led him to keep me inside as much as possible. It still doesn't explain why he doesn't let me talk to other guys.

I wish I can say something about it but I can't. Not when Ricardo has power over me. I know for a fact he can potentially make my life worse if he's mad. Especially if I'm the one who made him angry. And Ricardo already seems pissed about something. I swear, when I was made to sleep – the normal way – with Ricardo on his bed, Ricardo was staring at me for a good amount of time. It was a long while for I actually fell asleep.

So I continued living my rather lonely lifestyle, Ricardo being the only one I really interact with. I felt glad my life started to change in a good way when it came to that sort of thing. It changed starting the next week after the TV series was finished.

We had about four days before Ricardo would start working on that movie. In those four days, Ricardo was busy with other things. TV recap about the series and all of that celebrity stuff. I wouldn't care about those kind of things. If I don't bother with their names, then I'm so as hell not gonna bother with their lives. It's just that Ricardo tells me this stuff so I know. I think he tells me so I would be impressed. Ricardo doesn't like it when I'm not impressed but, thank Arceus for me, lets it slide.

Anyways, after those four days, we were off to Snowpoint City, the changing point of my social life. It didn't start right away; it was a slow-occurring change.

I was staying in the motel like I do in the mansion until Ricardo goes to work. Usually, in the motel, pokemon would have to be kept inside their pokeballs but Ricardo's famous. He's an exception. And because of our relationship, I was made an exception, too.

Ricardo's busy with something involving the movie right now. It's not sex scenes cause, otherwise, I wouldn't be here in our room and waiting for Ricardo to come back. Yet, at the same time, I'm enjoying every single minute of being alone that I can get.

I hate and like moments like this. It's non-stop sex with Ricardo so it's good to get a break whenever I wait for him. I don't like it, though, that I'm always alone whenever I'm not with Ricardo. I don't have friends or family like most people or Pokemon. Suddenly, the door slammed open, making me jump a few inches off the bed. I heard footsteps as I landed back on the bed and take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

"I guess I scared you, huh?"

Yep. Ricardo's voice. My moments are alone are brief, too, not just uncommon. Ricardo seems to spend every spare moment on me. I guess it's because he needs to make sure I don't run away or something and he's the only one who could do it.

"Only a little," I replied, a little miffed.

Ricardo just laughed a bit, tossed a bag on my lap, and kissed me. He's been doing that a lot lately. The kissing, I mean. Ricardo's starting to laugh around me more, too. But as strange as it was, I didn't complain. Ricardo's happy so that means I won't suffer for anything.

"Well, Pet, fear no more. I thought it would be nice if I got you a new outfit. But I'll have to take you to the fashion designer to get your measurements."

"Thank you, Master," I say, despite being repulsed at the idea. "For what occasion, if I may ask, would I be wearing this outfit you have in mind for?"

I know for a fact Ricardo has something in mind. Now I have an idea what the occasion is, seeing the typical perverted smile on his face.

"I think you know what," Ricardo responded. Then he pointed to the bag on my lap. "Aren't you going to see what I got for you?"

Oh, man. Things like this make me nervous. Even now, the things he gives me can be unexpected. Cautiously, I look into the bag. I was right to be nervous. There's a collar and a leash in the bag.

The collar is extravagant, too. It's like a golden band encrusted with blue stones that are the same color as my own eyes. The stones on the sides were the smallest ones. The stones next to them were a little bigger in size until they reached the center gem. Of course, the center gem was the biggest one. There was a buckle at the back but it was almost invisible on the collar. The leash was the same color as the collar, but wasn't covered in jewels.

Yes, I admit it. Although I didn't like the matching leash very much, I did like the collar. The piece of neckwear just looked so pretty. I kept looking at the collar until Ricardo took it out of my paws.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy wearing your new collar more than you enjoy looking at it. And don't argue with your master. A pet needs a collar."

Of course. Who am I to argue with such an egotistical, arrogant master?

Ricardo then lifted my head up and got to work putting it on me. My mane made putting anything around my neck tricky but Ricardo somehow managed to do it. As I feeling my new collar on me, something around my neck further binding me to Ricardo, he was telling me something.

"Tomorrow, after work, we'll go get you measured. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Also, we'll make a free day together to watch that movie I'll be in once it's finished and released in the theaters."

"Yes, Master."

Yeah, I just love it when I don't have to say much. There isn't much I can say, anyways. Though I noticed Ricardo get that look again. I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. Well, I didn't have long to dwell on the thought cause Ricardo wanted sex again. It was as vigorous as usual.

Then the next day came. Ricardo and the others were introduced to the staff and we got started on the movie. Ricardo was the antagonist. Big surprise.

I was standing around the set during one of the shoots. Then the director said we could take five. I was hoping to make some friends while I was here. I made sure a Furret I approached was a girl before I actually approached her. I knew Ricardo wouldn't stand for it should I try bonding with guys.

"Hey," I said, waving my paw side to side.

This Furret looked uneasy about something. I was confused but I still tried making friends with her.

"So, uh… I guess it's really cold out. Not that we would know because of our fur coats."

"Yes. Fur coats. I have something to do. Bye!"

Then the Furret dashes away, not going anywhere in particular. I couldn't believe it. She was trying to get away from me; I could tell that much.

Oh, damn it. Did Ricardo start threatening the girls, too!?

As I was standing around wondering what the hell was going on, I heard someone's voice behind me.

"You might as well as keep your distance cause we all know what a whore you really are."

I turned and saw about three more girls, all of them pokemon. They were a Weavile and a pair of Sneasel. Obviously, I was angry at the comment that likely the Weavile made.

"What the frickin' hell are you talking about? All I did was say hi and try to have a friendly chat. In case you haven't noticed, every single girl in the world does that."

"I mean, the way you look when you're doing your 'job' and the way Ricardo looks at you when you do it. If you think you can have him, then you're crazy."

"If that's you think, then you're crazy."

"Isn't it just like an air-brain slut to think of a smart remark like that? You should just go back to the streets to give your backside away."

Then the three walked away, the two Sneasel laughing as they left.

The rest of the day was hell. Most of the girls eventually came to hate me, noticing that Ricardo has spent a good chunk of his free time with me. The ones who didn't hate me were pressured by the ones who did to, at least, not have anything to do with me. Even if I did come across a girl who didn't hate me and didn't feel pressured by every other girl, Ricardo would take me away at any and every chance he got. Long story short, I couldn't make any friends at all. I don't think I'm going to any time soon, either. I was feeling more bummed out than ever. I didn't think it was going to get any better.

Then Ricardo and I went to the fashion designer at the end of the workday. It turns out the designer lives in Snowpoint City. Well, I feel dumb at having thought the designer lived somewhere else.

The workplace of this fashion designer was easy to spot. It was so… eye-catching. It was cubed and layered. Like a square-shaped wedding layer cake with its layers not perfectly aligned. More squares of various colors were painted on the house. Red, blue, purple, yellow, and any other color besides orange.

Ugh, it was making my eyes hurt just from looking it for a few seconds. I'm even rubbing my eyes because they were hurting from viewing all of that color. Suddenly, I felt something grab my paw.

"If it hurts your eyes, then don't worry. The inside's not as bad as the out. Just cover your eyes while I lead you to the door. Come on."

At that, I covered my eyes with my free paw and stepped towards the house. With Ricardo holding onto my paw and leading the way, I was at the front door in no time. Ricardo then opened the door and gestured for me to get inside.

Wow. Ricardo was right. The inside wasn't as bad as the out. It's still unusual but it looks nicer. Easier on my eyes, too. All the rooms are shades and tints of one color each. The entrance hallway I'm in is entirely in yellow. The little tables, the doilies, the wallpaper, the carpeting. It was all yellow. I rushed ahead a little to check out more of the rooms. The living room to the right was entirely green and the kitchen to the left was completely blue. The staircase leading up was brown, complete with brown carpeting.

My arm was seized before I could go upstairs. I turned to see it was Ricardo who had grabbed my arm.

"You know, Zorah, I won't hesitate using that leash in public if you keep running off like this," Ricardo warned me.

"Understood," I answered.

I was about to walk back to Ricardo but then I was suddenly turned around. I flipped around so fast, I think my head would have kept spinning if it wasn't for it being firmly attached to my body.

I was surprised by what I saw when my eyes corrected their vision. I saw a Froslass but that wasn't the surprising sight. It was the woman next to her. This woman had short, black hair in a bobcut. Her clothes were a long-sleeved black shirt and matching skinny jeans. Of course, the flats on her feet were black, too. Finally, getting to the surprising part, this woman was as tall as the Froslass herself. Yet I can tell she's an adult because of her bodily proportions.

I'm a little freaked out because of this lady and lady pokemon. They were looking at me from head to toe and making soft, mumbling comments from time to time. They also lifted my head, arms, etc. Like they wanted to take in as much detail of me as possible. Then, just as quick and as sudden as before, they turned me to the side and continued with their thorough inspection. This kind of thing continued until they checked out all four sides of me.

Finally, one of them said something out loud. The Froslass, to be exact.

"Ricardo! I heard you had a request for a lady called 'Zorah'! Is this her?"

"The one and only," Ricardo answered her.

"Ooooooooo, she's a beauty! So exotic!" that excitable Froslass exclaimed. Then she turned to the woman next to her.

"Well, Krystabelle," the woman said, speaking in a German accent, "is she ze one? Ze one called Zorah?"

When Krystabelle, apparently the Froslass, nodded yes, the German lady became as excited as her.

"Exzellent! Commence ze measurements!"

Krystabelle then took my arm and yanked it, leading me down the hall next to the stairs. The German lady opened it. It led to a space that was used for their work. It was all black with lights in the ceiling.

I was made to stand on a small pedestal thing. The next thing I knew, there was cloth, pins, and needles surrounding my body in close proximity. I was scared of all the pointy items around me. I was so scared I made my body like a statue to stop the pins and needles from touching me. Though I think I was annoying Krystabelle and her owner by doing that.

"Krystabelle, do you think you calm Zorah? She is too tense and stiff," the German lady asked of Krystabelle.

Krystabelle turned to me, sounding vexed. "Zorah, do you mind? You're ruining Tina's concentration!"

Terrific job calming me down.

I replied, "I can't relax with all these sharp objects so close to me."

"Don't be ridiculous! Tough it out! Just relax your body!"

That last one was a wrong choice of words; it just made me tense up even more. Krystabelle kept telling me to relax but I didn't. I just couldn't. Eventually, Tina just gave up and got to work on measurements, doing it as well as she could.

It felt like an incredibly long, slow process. But, fortunately, like many things, it has come to an end. I finally got out of the cloth covered in sharp objects.

I was allowed on the couch in the living room and, ignoring all the green, took a deep breath of relief. I was irritated when I heard Ricardo laughing his head off. I wish it actually did come off.

"I may not been allowed back in the fitting room when they were measuring you but I heard it all. You were freaked out by a bunch of little needles?"

I held out my paws like I was gonna strangle his neck. I even bent my clawed digits. Under my breath were cursing words in an angry tone. Then Krystabelle's voice came bursting through the room.

"Ricardo, if you're done jiggling that big bowl of jelly you call your belly, you might as well come over to the fitting room. Star filled in a request for an outfit for your new, future movie."

"Can it, you talking icicle, I'm comin'."

"I'll say you're cumming. A pervert like you would be a porn star, after all," Krystabelle said as Ricardo stroked my mane once and then walked past her. Ricardo said something under his breath.

I was astounded. They were completely comfortable with each other. Yes, they didn't get along but that's exactly it. Ricardo's not comfortable with anyone if he feels like he has to pretend to be a good guy. Then I noticed Krystabelle approaching me.

"You're an eccentric beauty, that's for certain, darling," she said, also stroking my mane.

I stopped her hand and told her, "Do you mind not doing that? I don't like it when someone I don't know very well touches my mane."

"I presume you're acquainted with that flaming tub of lard, then? You're going to regret it once he exposes his true colors." Krystabelle rested herself on a chair next to the couch I'm sitting on.

"That warning came too late, Krystabelle. I found out weeks ago."

"You know how he's really like?" Krystabelle was surprised. Staggered, actually.

"Yeah. I know. And if you're gonna ask, I got my reasons for being with him. Reasons I'm not getting into."

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me? This is too-"

"N. O. NO." I wasn't going to be convinced otherwise and I made sure this Froslass understood.

"Oh, poo. You're certainly quick to refuse." Krystabelle had crossed her arms like a little kid who didn't get their way.

"Well, she would have to be that quick to refuse if it was you who wanted something."

That was a different voice, this one belonging to a guy. I looked over the couch since the voice was behind me. I saw a Medicham next to an Alakazam.

"Oh, you two!" Krystabelle complained. "You always come in here without knocking or announcing yourselves present!"

"Please, Krystabelle," the Alakazam said, "we are all already familiar with each other, except for the pokemon with the dark-colored fur and vividly red mane. We should be welcomed into your lurid abode."

"Did you just say 'lurid'?" Krystabelle asked, becoming upset.

The Medicham interjected before the steaming ice-type had a chance to bite someone's head off. "We wanted to see if you could make some time to try out that new gourmet restaurant with us. That place even has one of your favorite dishes."

"Oooooooooo, that is a wonderful idea! I might be able to come with you boys today. It's a rather slow day today."

"Sam is rather slow today. Or everyday."

That was another voice, also belonging to a guy, coming into the room. I saw it was a Machamp. I twinged a little seeing the purple pokemon next to the four-armed pokemon. It was a Mismagius.

I knew it wasn't the same Mismagius I killed cause this Mismagius was purple instead of green. That and there's tons of Mismagius in the world. Still, I couldn't help but feel the way I did. Then I got over it when I heard the ghost-type talk.

"Hey, girly butt! Uptight butt! Spooky butt."

I know for a fact it wasn't the same Mismagius. I thought they sounded similar, both of them even sounding feminine, but they're obviously not the same. That was just the kind of reassuring I needed.

Then the girl who liked the using the word 'butt' a lot noticed me. I didn't even had time to blink before I saw her swoop in next to my face.

"Hey! A new butt! You look so cool! But you look so fuzzy, too! How about I call you fuzzy butt?"

"Do that and I'll suck you up into a vacuum cleaner," I warned her.

She backed off, but not without saying that I'm touchy first. The Machamp was laughing and then he took a seat down next to me on the couch.

"That's hilarious. You sure got some spunk. The name's Mike and that girl who wanted to call you fuzzy butt is Maggie."

Maggie stuck her tongue out and turned the other way, crossing those flaps that could be called arms. The Medicham and Alakazam walked past her, seating themselves on the couch across the one Mike and I are sitting on.

"My name is Sam," the Medicham introduced himself. Then he gestured to the Alakazam. "This is Albert. And you are?"

"Zorah. With an 'h' at the end."

"Hm. That's nice in a foreign kind of way," Albert commented.

"Yeah. Suits you very well," Mike said, putting two of his arms behind his head and another arm almost around my shoulder.

"Cut it out, Mike. You've gotten in enough trouble for this already," Sam interjected.

"You cut it out, Sam. I can do what I want."

Then Mike and Sam began to argue. Albert and Krystabelle rolled their eyes and start chatting with each other, talking about things like classic books and famous art pieces. Maggie was entertaining herself by phasing and going through the walls, floor, and ceiling. As for me, I was just sitting where I was, unaware that this particular bunch of pokemon were going to be my friends.