Pokemon: Radiant Harem

After their long and cleansing bath, the newly appointed women of SandSharks emerged from the bathhouse, their bodies refreshed, though their minds were still adjusting to the new reality. 

The tension of the last two weeks had melted away, but the road ahead was clear—they were now bound to serve under Master Dune and Lady Helena.

Gardevoir, overlooking as always, waited for them in the hallway outside the bathhouse. Her cow-print bikini, still tight against her massive breasts, was the only thing she wore as she silently surveyed the women. Her bikini bottom had disappeared, but no one questioned where and why. 

The contrast between her formal demeanor and her slutty attire was striking, but she showed no sign of discomfort.

Gardevoir nodded approvingly as the women lined up before her. "You have done well," she said, her voice gentle. "Now that your bath is finished, it's time to prepare for your roles. Those of you who were not selected as maids will receive your uniforms and be escorted out of the Maid Dorms and the PokeRanch. Your duties will begin shortly."

At a flick of her wrist, a set of elegant, though modest, uniforms floated into the room. 

They were form-fitting yet practical. They were a dark slate color with the SandSharks insignia—a Misdrevious silhouette—embroidered on the left breast. 

The grunts and lower-ranked women who were to serve as office workers, shadow agents, or in SandSharks' nonprofit organizations stepped forward to receive their new attire.

"You will not be staying in the Maid Dorms," Gardevoir continued, her tone soft but authoritative. "This space is reserved for those directly serving Master Dune. However, you will have private accommodations elsewhere in Verdanturf Town grounds, and your duties will ensure you remain useful to the organization."

Gardevoir handed out the uniforms to the non-maids one by one, giving them brief instructions on where they would be living and working. 

They accepted their new roles quietly and happily, knowing their place within SandSharks had been secured, even if it wasn't the prestigious maid role.

Once all the non-maids had been sorted, Gardevoir turned her attention to Jessie and the others—the ten maids who had earned the right to serve Dune and Helena directly. 

The maids, still naked from their bath, exchanged curious glances. This would be their first introduction to their new life.

But before they could ask any questions, Gardevoir gracefully opened the doors to the hallway leading out of the Maid Dorms. "As for the rest of you, come with me."

The non-maids silently followed Gardevoir as she led them out of the maid dormitories. The air felt different now that their future had been decided; they were no longer prisoners or captives but part of something larger than themselves. 

They had roles, and each accepted their place within the SandSharks hierarchy. Gardevoir guided them out of the Maid Dorms, leaving Jessie and the maids behind.

As soon as the non-maids were gone, Jessie glanced at the remaining maids around her. Ariana, Cassidy, Domino, and the rest of the high-ranking Rocket women stood quietly, unsure of what was to come next.

But Jessie's curiosity got the better of her, and she quickly turned to the three "lesser" girls who had also been selected to join them as maids—Valerie, Roxanne, and Mia. These three had previously served as grunts within Team Rocket, and now they were to work alongside the former leaders.

"So," Jessie began, crossing her arms over her chest. "What's your story? How did you three end up making the cut?"

Valerie, a tall woman with short-cropped black hair, spoke first. "I worked in supply. My job was to move goods around. I guess my efficiency got noticed." Her voice was calm, though there was a slight edge of nervousness as she spoke to Jessie.

Roxanne, a shorter woman with a sharp gaze and long blonde hair, chimed in. "I worked intelligence. Nothing glamorous. I kept tabs on operations and gathered information. I guess I'm decent at staying unnoticed."

Lastly, Mia, a muscular woman with green hair and a determined expression, spoke. "Security. I protected our bases and did my part when things got tough. I'm here because I know how to handle myself." Her tone was proud, though she knew better than to act too bold in front of her new "coworkers."

Jessie smirked, her eyes flicking between the three women. "Well, you're here now. Let's see if you can keep up." She was about to ask more when a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you girls are already getting cozy." Lopunny appeared out of nowhere, hopping into the room with her usual playful energy. 

Her tight-fitting sports clothes clung to her lean, muscular frame, and her massive ass swayed with each step. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she tossed jingling keys into Jessie's hands.

"These are the keys to your private rooms, ladies," Lopunny said, crossing her arms as she looked them over. "Each of you gets your own room here in the Maid Dorms. Nice, huh?"

The girls exchanged glances as they picked up their keys, excitement bubbling beneath the surface. Their private rooms felt like a luxury, especially after their torment in the Breaking Point.

"But before you get too comfortable," Lopunny continued, her grin widening, "there are some rules you need to follow."

She hopped onto the table's edge, sitting with her legs crossed as she laid out the rules. "First, you must always follow the orders of Master Dune and Lady Helena. No exceptions. If they tell you to do something, you do it—no questions asked."

The women nodded, knowing this was the most important rule of all.

"Second," Lopunny added, "you can't leave the PokeRanch unless necessary or if Dune or Helena orders you. This place is your home now, so don't think about putting a foot off the property."

"And third," Lopunny's tone grew more serious, "at all times, there must be at least 50% of the total maids working in the mansion. The rest of you can enjoy your free time, but half of you must be on duty at all times to ensure everything runs smoothly."

The maids nodded again, understanding the importance of keeping the mansion in order.

Lopunny grinned; her movements were full of energy as she checked out the girls from ass to top, "Hmm... There is a lot of meat; I hope you like getting groped," Lopunny said as she played with the strap of her top.

"Now, here's the fun part. As maids, you get to choose your uniforms! That's right—you can wear whatever you want."

The maids blinked in surprise, their curiosity piqued.

"But there's a catch, kind of," Lopunny added with a smirk. "As you may have already noticed, neither Gardi nor I wear regular clothes, we like to keep ourselves in these skimpy outfits so Dune can get an erection and fuck us on the spot, except for Zoro, but she is her own case."

"The sluttier, the better. Master Dune likes his girls to look… appealing, let's say. So pick something that really shows off what you've got."

The girls exchanged glances. It would be the first time they had worn clothes since their first day at Breaking Point, so anything, even if it was a floss string, was better than nothing.

Jessie grinned, clearly excited by the prospect of choosing her uniform. Ariana and Cassidy raised their eyebrows while Domino's eyes gleamed with amusement.

Lopunny clapped her hands together, hopping off the table with a flourish. "That's it for the rules, girls! Get your uniforms picked out and get settled in. You've got a busy day tomorrow cleaning the mess. Me and the girls will leave tonight, chao~!"

As Lopunny left the room, skipping happily and wiggling her ass, the maids were left to process their new roles, the keys to their private quarters in their hands.

The maids walked up the grand staircase to the dormitory wing, chatting quietly as they reached their rooms. 

When they opened their doors, they were left breathless by the sight that greeted them. Each room was lavish and personalized to their individual tastes. 

Beds with silk sheets, walls adorned with tasteful artwork, and golden thread carpets stretched across the floors. 

The subtle aroma of floral scents hung in the air. Their wardrobes were stocked with designer pajamas, customized to their preferences—some satin, others soft fleece. 

Next to the nightstands, gaming consoles sat neatly connected to large flat-screen televisions. 

The girls marveled at the luxury of it all. Makeup kits filled with high-end products were neatly arranged on vanity tables, accompanied by luxurious shampoos, conditioners, and skincare items. 

Some of these products bore the insignia of SandSharks—unreleased prototypes created by the company's secret divisions. 

As if that weren't enough, inside drawers and wardrobes, they discovered collections of lingerie, clothing, costumes, and sex toys—vibrators, dildos, and buttplugs, all carefully arranged.

Cassidy first stepped out of her room, adjusting the silk robe she found folded on her bed. "Did you guys see the stuff in there? My shampoo has fucking gold flakes in it," she exclaimed with wide eyes. 

Jessie poked her head out of her room, holding a satin eye mask and grinning. "They even gave me a PokeNav! And... Well, let's just say I found some 'personal massagers' I didn't ask for."

Wendy stepped out, still in disbelief. "I've never even seen half the brands in my vanity before. They're… from the future or something."

The girls gathered in the hallway, comparing their rooms. Annie raised an eyebrow as she held up an unopened package of stockings. "Are these... lace? Jesus. And look at this—it's a moisturizer with 'serum-level hydration technology.' What does that even mean?"

Oakley leaned against the wall, smirking. "Whatever it is, they've thought of everything. I've got Bluetooth speakers built into the ceiling of my shower. Whatever that means."

Domino chuckled as she fiddled with an unopened perfume bottle labeled with SandSharks' logo. "These bastards really know how to spoil their workers. I almost feel bad about our last gig with Team Rocket. Almost."

Ariana folded her arms, her expression still skeptical. "It's nice, sure. But you realize all this is just part of Dune's sick game, right? He expects us to look, smell, and… perform good."

They agreed to regroup in Cassidy's room to discuss their uniforms, each curious and wary about what was expected of them. 

As they filed into Cassidy's room, they sank into the sofas, threw themselves in the king-sized bed, or leaned against the walls, discussing the matter at hand.

"So," Jessie began, lounging comfortably on the bed, "Gardevoir and Lopunny basically said 'wear nothing,' right? I say we go for it. Less is more."

Cassidy shot her a pointed look. "You want to clean an entire mansion in floss? Good luck keeping your tits in place."

Jessie rolled her eyes. "That's the point, genius. Who cares if it's impractical? You saw how Gardevoir parades around—clearly, Dune doesn't mind."

Oakley, arms crossed, chimed in. "Jessie's right, but cleaning in that stuff? I'd rather not break my neck falling down the stairs because of high heels or a thong riding up my ass."

Ariana leaned forward, brushing her hair behind her ear. "We should be practical. There's heavy cleaning involved, not just strutting around half-naked."

The room erupted into overlapping conversations. Domino argued they could "split the difference" with revealing outfits that were still functional.

Annie suggested different sets depending on tasks—sexy maid for light chores, more practical for the heavier ones. 

Wendy leaned back, clearly enjoying the debate. "What even defines 'slutty' versus 'whorish?'" she teased. "Would Gardevoir look more or less slutty if she wore nothing, cause walking around in a cow-print two-piece sure doesn't scream "I'm a genius," does she?"

"Yeah," Valerie added with a sly grin, "but at least her boobs don't spill out every time she lifts a feather duster."

They eventually settled on a compromise. The maids would rotate outfits based on their tasks. 

For dusting, light cleaning, and serving meals, they'd wear more revealing uniforms: micro skirts, thigh-high stockings, and lace tops that barely held anything in place. 

For scrubbing floors, heavy-duty cleaning, or laundry, they'd switch to form-fitting yet functional outfits—tight yoga pants, low-cut tank tops, and aprons.

With the matter of uniforms settled, the conversation shifted to accessories. Domino was the first to suggest stockings as a mandatory item. "Fishnets or sheer. No exceptions."

Annie chuckled. "We're maids, not strippers."

"Why not both?" Jessie quipped, causing some to laugh and others to look away in shame.

Next came the discussion of more… intimate accessories. The girls exchanged mischievous glances as Jessie casually mentioned the possibility of wearing buttplugs during shifts.

"Think about it," Jessie said with a grin. "It's like a little reminder of who we belong to."

Valerie snorted. "You're insane."

Wendy leaned over, smirking. "But she has a point. Gardevoir mentioned they like 'extra presentation.' Wouldn't want to disappoint."

They debated whether they should keep condoms in their aprons, just in case. "You know, for emergencies," Domino said with a wink. 

Ariana shook her head, though a small smile crept across her lips. "Why would you even need condoms for? Dune fucked us raw for two weeks, and I doubt there was a size that fit him anyway."