Of course not

Flailing with all the strength you can muster doesn’t matter, maybe because all the strong bonds covering your body or your already exhausted state. In moments the light goes from bright, to flickering, to nothingness. Hope drains, as the bonds tighten even more, the darkness tinged by a dull red light.

You feel your body flip and twirl, positioning a different way. You hear movement in the ball with you, but you can’t tell from what or where as it seems to be all around you.

You suddenly feel robotic hands all over your body, more and more touching, stroking, or caressing by the second, until every inch is being touched. It felt amazing, an all over massage. Some areas were rubbing and squeezing firm muscles, while others in more private areas gently stroked or playfully squeezed. You felt in total euphoria when a low voice started on repeat.

“Pokesub’s love their ball. Pokesub’s Get good feelings in their ball. Pokesub’s Must please their trainer if they wish to stay in the ball”

This went on for what felt like an eternity, full body bliss with the same lesson. It soon felt like this bliss was your life, like you’ve never had a life before this. That was, until you were tossed out.

The sudden departure to, in comparison, feeling nothingness dropped your heart. You needed back, back was good, back was heaven. Then you remember, please your trainer if you want back in. Where was your trainer? WHERE IS HE?!

You turn, spotting him and smiling. There he is! You must please him to get back. You’ll do anything your trainer wants, ANYTHING! You smile at your blue haired Femboy owner, barking “Eevee!” As you planned to do anything in the world to please him!