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More Meowscarada? Don't mind if I do!



I took advantage of a small sale that the artist Genso-x was doing when they opened their V-Gen account. A very nice rebate on their still very solid artwork as I pondered what I should get...and this pokemon in their bedlah came to me. Given the absolute wonder they produced with their version of Evil Genie Vivi Nefertari, I knew that design would be in good hands and I was right! The pose, the framing, the details...everything works wonderfully.



So if you like this, why don't you check their V-Gen out? https://vgen.co/Gensox



But who is lucky enough to admire this pokemon? Read on and find out!



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MISTRESS MEOWSCARADA



The others might be at her beck and call...but not him.



Hawlucha knew fairly well what the game was here. The signs were all there, all obvious to one who fought in the ring and the wilderness. He knew how a show worked, how presentation was everything, artifice to hide the truth of the matter. It was a story we told to others, to sell an idea, an illusion...and the Hypnosis Gym was exactly that. This was no gymnasium, not training...well yes, but certainly not in the sense everyone would apply to the term and concept.



He looked left and right, pokemon's from other masters and trainers, all debasing themselves, entirely addicted and intoxicated on the pulsations and suggestions thrown their way. The newbies were always wary, yet they grey curious and stale in their own self-protection. One glance, one sight of spirals, brights eyes or simply their mind opening due to the mystical power of those in dominance and their fight was gone. He played the fool, the gullible one to defend himself, subservient only in showcase rather than in nature. He was bright-colored, a fighting-type and thus they thought him superficial, a meathead...but he was the only one who knew what was up.



He had seen his trainer, the one he shared a bond with and he was completely gone out the deep end whenever the long-haired woman came by, dressed like a dancer. He was her puppet, her little plaything among many others. She spoke and he obeyed, getting on all four just like all the others did. It was pathetic, for one so determined who did capture him to crawl and debase himself just like that. Yet when the Drowzee, the Hypno or the Gardevoir did come to him did he act similarly, as if in awe and near-lovestruck with the idea of being theirs. It was an act on his part, but he knew it wasn't for his trainer.



They all eventually became willing captives, trapped in fake euphoria to get their own bliss pumped within their mind. They sat in half-circles, watched with intent either pendulums or deep and powerful stares, thinking it would bring them fulfillment and happiness. Fools, all of them. He was alone here, for at first he tried to warn the new ones, to bring them to his side in order to eventually reverse the roles, to upstart a revolution and free everyone...but from within would it simply not work. The chances for his cover to be blown were too high and they were too smart, too manipulative, too seductive for him to contend with. The main honcho, Arbok, had simply too many servants and minions, to say nothing of their talking Meowth who was as cunning as he could also be an idiot...he'd need to get out and warn others, to prepare things better for an invasion rather than sabotage.



He would escape. He would be free. He would make them all pay for their transgressions.



“Oh, that was such a long and tiresome day. Attend to me, my servants~”



She was here. Something in Hawlucha clicked, a hidden facet as he turned around to see the most brilliant, most incredible, most dazzling damsels of them all. Her mask, her sleeves, her top, her vest, her adorments, her smile...everything about her demanded his attention as he alongside a great many heard and obeyed. It was instinct, pure and simple, a demand from an impulse which simply couldn't be rejected. And why would he after all? She was tired, in need of assistance and he would be remiss to simply refuse such a lovely lady and her request.



He pushed the others, jumped above, glided in order to be the first one on his knee before her. Her bedlah, her height, her stance, her smell...everything was just so perfect. Her eyes, her dancing, just nothing but flawless fancy to her. He was smitten, a slave to her whims as Hawlucha did not arrive quite first...but certainly not last as she looked at them, waved them off and he knew that he would be able to appease, to please her...Meowscarada. His one true love. The one good thing in these halls.



“You, massage my shoulders. You can gather snacks and bring them here. Your small yet robust self can act as a footrest. You...” she began to say, applying roles and important tasks to all as she looked at Hawlucha, beginning to ponder about what she could make him do. “You have feathers and wings...fan me.”



He could do that. He would in fact. If he couldn't use his own plumage for her own relief, then what good was he? She had been the only one to notice he was above the rest, not a fool, taking the time to properly hint how to get out. To act as if he were a servant, at least to her. How to look and appear as if he was captivated. Yet how could he not be such when she danced so gracefully, so sensually? He didn't quite trust her prior, but now his life could be in her hands and further still. He'd do anything for her, including delay his plans if she so asked. She was perhaps the one element that made it hard to commit to his escape; that she might be unable to follow. So he stayed to protect, to admire her. She was everything.



His muscles, his feathers, they were hers and he'd employ them to her benefits as whenever she was near. Her dance, her chuckles, her smirk, the flow of fabric and the swish of her fur just fascinated him, making it oh-so-hard to ponder upon anything else. He never did think clearly when she was here, or rather it became much easier to just let go and feel. His heart beating fast, heat rising, breath ragged a little as he felt himself shaking but whenever she did look at him, even a short glance, he solidified himself.



“Very good, all of you. Once I'm rested I'll practice my baladi and you can all watch...as a reward~” Meowscarada said, being fed puffs while Hawlucha tried so hard to fan her with the appropriate force and tempo. This was her secret, for as beautiful and unique that she was, her most powerful asset was her mind, most notably her sense of observation. The reluctants, those angry, the loners...not a single one escaped her gaze. They all thoughts themselves above the others, better, the only one wise enough to notice what was actually happening...but they all had something in common. They never saw her coming, nor how she could slip inside their mind, values and priorities until it was too late.



Until they'd do anything to serve and please her, their mistress.