Meeting Mr. G at the Museum

You are still a little disoriented from your orgasm, when Blue clips your leash to your collar and leads you back through the gym onto the street. The sensation of your 'tail' moving back and forth with every move you make distracts you even more. You barely notice the lustful stares and comments of all the aspiring gym challengers you pass. You are only concerned with following Blue to avoid more humiliating punishments. Blue leads you down a busy street, through a crowd of people. At some point you both enter an old building, you can't be certain from your perspective, but you believe it to be the Pewter City Museum. The foyer has a worn hardwood floor. Along the walls you can see all kinds of pokemon themed exhibition pieces, but before you can get a good look at any one in particular, Blue has lead you to a sidedoor that is guarded by a young man wearing a shirt figuring the capital letter 'R'.

"I'm here to see Mr. G. I have an appointment." Blue announces himself. The guy runs his eyes all over your body, before he suddenly smiles and says: "So you are the punk with the pet slut? Right this way." He steps aside, allowing Blue to enter the backroom. The man who introduced himself as Mr. G. is sitting in an ornate armchair, reading files. The backroom is adorned with expensive looking artwork and the oriental carpet feels soft under your hands and knees as you crawl at Blue's heels. He leads you around an expensive looking leather couch and a coffee table made from solid wood. Further back in the room, you can see bookshelves and a massive desk. Mr. G. looks up from the folder he has been studying, allowing himself a moment to take in the impression of your naked subservience. You can feel your embarrassment rise under his critical gaze. After a few seconds, you spot a spark of recognition in his eyes. "Terrific! You are he young gentlemen wishing to enter his pet into the beauty pageant." He reaches inside his coat pocket and hands Blue a registration form. "You will need to fill this out and add a few photographs to showcase your pet. The contest starts tomorrow at noon. We have prepared an open air stage at the Mount Moon Pokemon Center. It's a little far off to travel there today, in the remaining hours of the afternoon. Would you like a driver? I could arrange a car for you. That way I could have my men take some suitable pictures of this bitch while we talk about an opportunity for your future."

You have never seen Blue smile so much! He readily agrees and Mr. G. calls in some goons to take you to your photoshoot. Two young men in their early twenties -both dressed in the same kind of shirts emblazoned with a capital letter 'R'. Blue hands over your leash with the words: "Feel free to sample her mouth as much as you want, when you are finished with her picture portfolio." As you are lead away, Blue and Mr. G. begin to talk, but you cannot hear what they say.