Gotta Catch 'Em All!

As he could so often be found when formulating plans for future conquest, Rob was relaxing in the comfort of his study, leaning back in his chair, surrounded by a small assortment of his slaves. Zatanna sat on the armrest to his right, leaning into Rob with her hands on his shoulders and his arms around her slender waist; Izu stood behind him, silent and still, staring blankly and waiting to be called upon for; and Amelia was luxuriating on the floor, long tongue lashing the towering might of his cock. Her rough, abrasive tongue wash across the sensitive skin, causing Rob to groan and tremble in spite of himself.

As for Wanda, where was she? While, yes, in a scenario like this, Rob would like to have both of his hands at his side, Wanda was off galivanting about for the evening, indulging her passions and exploring the benefits of being in a harem.

Wanda or no Wanda, Rob didn't get to enjoy his tongue-bath for too long, as the heavy oak doors to his study burst open, Talon stomping her way into the room in all of her nude, tattooed glory, with Cynthia following behind. The ditzy bimbo was giggling and entertaining herself by batting Talon's elongated lekku around, much to her delight and Talon's misery. The Twilek ex-Sith stared ahead with dead eyes as she marched forth, jaw held teeth, pearly whites bared in a rictus grin.

"Master...." Talon tensed, bowing slightly. "I have brought the bimbo as you have requested..." She then hissed as Cynthia wound one lekku around her like a feather boa, the blonde totally oblivious to what she was doing and what kind of danger she was in.

"Thank you, Talon." Rob nodded, appreciatively. "Please, if you could leave us be."

Talon bowed again, all too happy to depart, even if it took her a moment to extricate herself from Cynthia and her playful hands. When Talon did finally managed to escape, Cynthia was left spinning a circle, pouting and confused, as to what just happened to her plaything.

"Aw, where'd Tally go? She's so pretty and fun..." But then, her mood flipped when she saw Rob and Amelia. "Ooh! Hey kitty, can Cynthee join in?"

"Sorry, Cynthia, but I promised Amelia she would get me all to herself. Besides, I have something else for you." Cynthia could only blink vapidly at Rob's speech, before he jerked his head towards Zatanna, saying, "Zee, if you would."

Clearing her throat, Zatanna effortless called up her power, "On regnol a obmib, llits a evals!"

Such was the suddenness and strength of Zatanna's spell, that Cynthia was instantly floored, thrown from her feet like she was swept up in gale-**** winds. And her body was not the only thing taken for a loop, as Cynthia groaned and clutched her head, eyes glazed over as her brain finally began to function again after being a dimwitted airhead for so long.

During all of this, Rob decided to switch from pleasure to business, forcing Amelia to finish up her blowjob by grabbing the feline alien by the hair and spearing her mouth and throat on his length. Amelia gagged and choked, moaning in joy, as Rob messily finished all over her, spurting cum down her throat and splashing it all over her face and hair. By the time Cynthia regain all of her faculties, Amelia was happily licking her fur clean of her Master's lovely seed.

"Augh... m-my head..." Cynthia groaned, rapidly blinking as if waking from a deep sleep. "Why do I feel like I just had the worst, sugariest hangover ever?"

"Heh. Guess that is a good way to describe being a bimbo." Rob chuckled, his left arm propped up on the armrest not occupied by a leggy magician, with his head resting on said arm. Immediately, the sight and sound of Rob seemed to help Cynthia wake up and focus, the unbimboed blonde bowing her head contritely. Which wasn't hard, seeing as how her tits were still as massive as they had previously been.

"Master! I'm sorry. Was my ditziness displeasing to you?"

"Far from it." Rob said, waving Cynthia's concerns off. "I mean, sure, I bimboed you on a whim, but seeing such a serious, composed woman like you mincing around was pretty entertaining. But, no, the real reason I brought you here and fixed your brain is because I have a mission for you." Rob's eyes flickered over to Amelia. "For both of you."

Amelia smiled lasciviously, before tearing herself away from Rob, positioning herself on her knees to Cynthia's side. By this point, Cynthia seemingly had enough wherewithal in her mind and body, but remained on her knees, submissive before her Master.

Still, an unsure Cynthia stole a sidelong glance at Amelia. "A mission? The two of us? What could you want a pirate and slaver to do with a real estate agent."

Rob's only reply was an enigmatic smile, one shared with Zatanna, as the magician wore an identical expression, before uttering another burst of backwards text. The magic once more hit Cynthia like a sledgehammer, leaving her groaning and shuddering as certain pieces of information were jammed back into her head. All the while, Amelia watched things with a quizzical look on her face, though her eyes gleamed with cat-like curiosity at the show.

Zatanna's second spell was Izu's cue to take action, the android stepping forth to Rob's side, carrying a tablet computer and a burlap sack in her hands. She passed the tablet to Rob and he passed it to a discombobulated Cynthia.

"Using Amelia's skillset and your relationship with the targets, I would like you two to subdue these ladies for me." Rob explained, as Cynthia took the tablet and woke it up. The computer was opened to a document listing the names of several women, as well as their last known location. Her eyes shot open as she went through the list, as she realized what she was being asked to do.

"Misty, May, Dawn... these are all trainers from my world!" Cynthia exclaimed.

Seeing as how Zatanna was able to fabricate false memories a new persona for Amelia, Rob knew that she could similarly give Cynthia some carefully curated knowledge and memories of her home series. Not everything mind - not that there was an "everything" in a series with such loose continuity and canon like Pokémon - but namely knowledge of other characters and the Pokémon themselves.

Specifically, the capturing of Pokémon!

"Do you have a problem with bringing them to me, Cynthia dear?" Rob asked with a playful smile gracing his lips.

With a dark chuckle, Cynthia's eyes narrowed, her own grin forming on her luscious lips, playful but cruel. "Oh, not at all, Master. I relish the opportunity to serve you in ways other than being a giggling sextoy." Her eyes returned to the screen, scrolling through it, and Rob could see the wheels turn in her mind, see Cynthia imagining confronting and capturing these targets. "I look forward to turning these little sluts into bitches and bimbos for your pleasure, Master~"

"Wonderful." Rob pronounced, now taking the sack from Izu and passing it onto Cynthia. "And here is how you will accomplish it." Cynthia tore the sack open, finding dozens of red and white spheres packed into it.

"Pokéballs?"

"Rewired specifically to pacify and capture humans instead." Rob explained. Then, he noticed Amelia, still ever curious, but her expression having shifted from quizzical to just plain confused. "Cynthia and her fellows hail from a world filled with creatures called Pokémon. Normally, they are captured in devices like this, which makes it extra ironic and delicious that you and Cynthia will be capturing all these lovely Pokésluts with them instead."

"Ah, yes, I understand." Amelia purred, eyes darting between the tablet, the balls, and her new partner. "I appreciate such poetic justice in enslavement methods. And, of course, you couldn't have picked a better **** than Captain Bitch herself. It's been a while since I've gone on such a mission, but I think it will be fun."

Cynthia nodded in agreement. "Yes. Normally, I sit at the top of my field, but I think I'll enjoy learning how to be a slaver from you, Captain."

More than pleased to see his handpicked team getting along, Rob continued to explain things. "Izu has been tracking the location of all of these girls and has listed the last known location for each of them. She'll also update their location every twenty-four hours. I'll give you girls one of my credit cards, as of course you'll have my total support in your mission, including access to any of my cars and the private jet. All I ask is that you try and keep things discreet. As little collateral damage and witnesses as possible. Understand?"

Amelia and Cynthia both rocketed up to their feet, saluting Rob and proudly thrusting their chests out.

"Yes, Master!" "But of course, sir!"

"Ah, I knew I was right in pick you two." Rob invited both in for kisses, tit squeezes, and a firm smack on the ass, before pausing for a moment. "But, before I dismiss you, one last thing Cynthia." Rob snapped his fingers. "I think a change in wardrobe is needed for your new task and new personality."

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The entire time, the unbimboed Cynthia was still clad in her bimbo attire - a pink tube top and white lycra microskirt - only for Rob to totally rearrange her outfit in a flash, as she was now wearing a leotard in the colours and patterns of her ace Pokémon, Garchomp. Famed for it's power, ferocity, and competitive OPness, the Garchomp suit would make for a powerful totem for Cynthia; to grant her the same power and fierceness and she turned friends, colleagues, and students alike into obedient sexslaves.

Pleased by everything, Rob clapped his hands and wished the two well. "Best of luck ladies, but don't dawdle. There's plenty of names on that list and no time like the present. Happy hunting!"

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Bit of a short one today, and more set-up for later than anything else. It was always my intention to feature plenty of girls from Pokémon in this story (and boy do I have a lot of cuties and beauties to choose from), and while it will take some time for most of them to appear properly, I figured the best way to handle it would be to lump them all together.

Fun fact, also, while when I first started writing this I didn't have a very fleshed out plan, Cynthia was never in the original "plan" at all. I needed someone to demonstrate how the Pink Room worked, and just sort of (figuratively) pulled her name from a hat. That's also why I haven't featured her as much. In hindsight, if I were starting the series today, her role as real estate agent would probably be taken by Debbie Grayson from Invincible, though I don't know who would be the practice bimbo in that alternate scenario.