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Saravyn's gaze drifted away from the Salandit, and she began to make her way downstairs, her long, slender legs carrying her effortlessly down the stairs. Her tail swished behind her, the dark pink underside flashing in the dim light of the stairwell. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Mimey laying on the couch, oblivious to the transformation that had taken place in the room above.

Mimey's eyes were fixed on the TV, his face bathed in the pale glow of the screen.

Saravyn's eyes locked onto Mimey's form, her gaze unwavering as she approached him. She could see the slightest flicker of confusion in his eyes as he sensed her presence, but it was quickly replaced by a blank stare as she began to pour her pheromones into his ears. The sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air, wrapping around Mimey like a cloud, and Saravyn could feel the power of her Salazzle nature surging through her veins as she watched the transformation take place.

Saravyn's pheromones reached Mimey's nose, and he inhaled deeply, his eyes glazing over as the sweet scent filled his senses. She watched as the transformation began, the change happening almost instantly.

Mimey's body began to shrink, his limbs contorting and his senses dulling. His skin turned a pale, scaly gray, and a wispy crest of flame danced on the end of his snout. His eyes, once bright and alert, took on a dreamy, far-off quality.

Mimey's body continued to shrink, taking on the form of a male Salandit. The creature's skin turned a dull, scaly gray, and a wispy crest of flame danced on the end of its snout. Its limbs shortened, and its senses dulled, making it clear that it was now a creature of instinct and loyalty, rather than reason and intellect.

Saravyn's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the transformation, her own power and dominance surging through her veins like liquid fire.

Her gaze then fell back on the ring on her finger as she dreamt of a Castle styled after her with a throne room dedicated to her. The image of the castle's grandeur danced in her mind, its dark gray stone walls adorned with wavy, dark pink markings that seemed to shift and writhe like living flames. She envisioned herself sitting upon a throne, its surface etched with the same wispy, smoke-like patterns that adorned her own skin, as her two Salandit servants, her mother and Mimey, attended to her every whim.

As she gazed at the ring, the flames dancing in the depths of her eyes seemed to grow brighter, casting a warm, golden light over the surrounding air.

The ring then unleashed a blinding light as the house around them begun to transform into the castle of her dreams with her sitting on her throne. The walls of the living room shifted and changed, forming dark gray stone with wavy, dark pink markings that seemed to shift and writhe like living flames. The couch and other furniture were replaced with ornate thrones and elegant decorations, all fitting for a queen. The floor beneath them transformed into a polished marble, and a grand staircase appeared, leading to the upper levels of the castle.

As Saravyn sat on her throne, her slender tail curled around the leg of the chair, she gazed upon the two Salandit seated beside her. Her mother, now completely under her control, had taken on a subservient posture, its eyes cast downward as it awaited her commands. Mimey, on the other hand, still seemed to be in a daze, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he stared blankly into space. Saravyn's gaze lingered on him for a moment, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she reveled in the power she now held over him.

Her voice echoed through the castle, a clear, commanding tone that brooked no disobedience. "Bring me the Pokémon from Professor Oak's ranch," she said, her eyes narrowing as she gazed at her two Salandit servants. "I want them here, in my castle, within minutes."

Her mother, still in a subservient posture, nodded eagerly, its eyes flashing with a momentary spark of recognition before descending back into its glazed, obedient state. Mimey, on the other hand, seemed to stir, his gaze focusing slightly as he turned to Saravyn's mother, as if seeking guidance on how to proceed.

Seeing this Saravyn put more of her pheromones on Mimey slowly erasing any free will he had only leaving a completly obedient, no mind of it's own male salandit behind.

As the last remnants of Mimey's free will dissipated, his eyes took on a milky quality, and his limbs relaxed, surrendering to the creeping numbness that had claimed his mind. Saravyn's gaze lingered on him for a moment, her pupils dilating with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her pheromones still clung to the air, a constant reminder of her Salazzle power.

The two Salandit, now completely under Saravyn's control, moved with a stiff, mechanical gait as they exited the castle. The bright sunlight outside seemed to have little effect on them, their eyes fixed on some point in the distance as they made their way to Professor Oak's ranch. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of Pokémon, but the Salandit didn't seem to notice, their senses dulled by Saravyn's pheromones.

As the two Salandit disappeared from view, Saravyn's gaze lingered on the spot where they had last been seen, her eyes narrowing slightly as she focused on the task at hand. The air in the castle seemed to vibrate with anticipation, the sweet scent of her pheromones still clinging to every surface like a palpable mist. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft crackle of flames that danced in the torches mounted on the walls.

She then decided to make her next pets in the meantime as she went out of her castle and silently entered the closest house.

As she entered the closest house, the creaking of the front door beneath her slender fingers was the only sound that broke the silence. The interior was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small window on the opposite side of the room, casting a narrow beam of sunlight that illuminated the dust particles dancing in the air. Saravyn's eyes, with vertical pupils, adjusted almost instantly to the change in lighting, her gaze sweeping across the room as she took in her surroundings. The air inside was stale, filled with the scent of old books and forgotten memories.

She then went upstairs and entered the first bedroom were she saw a boy and a girl sleeping with eachother. As she entered the bedroom, the soft creaking of the door beneath her slender fingers seemed to echo through the room, but the two sleeping figures remained oblivious to her presence. The boy and girl lay entwined, their bodies a tangled mess of sheets and limbs, their gentle snores and soft breathing the only sounds breaking the silence. Saravyn's gaze swept across the room, her eyes lingering on the pair before finally coming to rest on the boy's face. His features were soft and relaxed, his lips slightly parted as he slept.

Saravyn's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight, her mind working overtime to assess the situation.

As she reached out to smear her pheromones on the sleeping pair, her slender fingers seemed to unfold from her palm like a dark, gray blossom. The tips of her fingers made contact with the boy's skin, and she began to gently rub the sweet, intoxicating scent onto his face and neck. At the same time, she extended her other hand, her fingers brushing against the girl's skin as she applied the pheromones to her as well. The air was heavy with the scent of her power as the two humans began to stir, their bodies twitching slightly as the transformation took hold.

The boy's eyes flickered open, his gaze unfocused as his pupils dilated. He blinked slowly, his mind still foggy with sleep, but as the pheromones continued to take effect, his vision began to clear. The girl, too, began to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she took in her surroundings.

Saravyn watched with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction as the two began to transform. The boy's body began to shrink, his muscles melting away as his skin took on a dark gray hue. His features softened, his cheekbones becoming less pronounced, his jawline becoming less defined.

As the transformation took hold, the boy's body continued to shrink, his limbs shortening and his senses dulling. His skin, now a dark gray hue, glistened with a faint sheen, and his features softened, becoming less defined. His eyes, once bright and alert, took on a glassy, far-off quality, as if his mind was no longer fully present. The girl, too, underwent a similar transformation, her body shrinking and her skin taking on the same dark gray color as the boy's.

As the last remnants of their human consciousness faded, the two Salandit's eyes glazed over, their pupils dilating into small, dark dots. Their chests rose and fell in unison, their breathing slow and synchronized. Saravyn's gaze lingered on the pair, her eyes drinking in the sight of her newfound servants. She reached out a slender finger, her nail tracing the curve of the first Salandit's cheekbone. The Salandit didn't flinch, its expression vacant and complacent.

As Saravyn's slender finger made contact with the second Salandit's cheekbone, a faint shiver ran down the creature's spine, its vacant expression unchanging. The Salandit's pupils, now small, dark dots, remained fixed on some invisible point in space, its gaze unwavering. Saravyn's eyes lingered on the creature, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in their depths.

With a subtle nod, Saravyn turned her attention to the remaining inhabitants of the house. Her gaze swept across the room, her eyes locking onto the door that led to the rest of the dwelling. She moved with silent purpose, her slender legs carrying her effortlessly across the floor, she did the same with the other 3 inhabitants and now had 5 more loyal Salandit's behind her

As she descended the stairs, her newfound entourage of five Salandit trailed behind her, their footsteps soft and synchronized on the creaking wooden steps. The air was heavy with the scent of her pheromones, a potent reminder of her dominance over the creatures. Saravyn's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she surveyed her growing collection of servants, their dark gray skin glistening in the faint light that filtered through the windows.

She moved with a silent purpose, her slender legs carrying her across the floor with an almost ethereal quality. The Salandit followed closely, their vacant expressions unchanging as they moved in lockstep behind her.

As they approached the castle, the Salandit's movements became more synchronized, their gaits matching each other's as they moved with a single-minded purpose. The castle loomed in the distance, its towering spires and imposing walls a testament to Saravyn's power and control. The air was thick with the scent of her pheromones, a constant reminder of her dominance over the creatures.

As they entered the castle, the Salandit's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, their pupils dilating as they took in their surroundings.