Play Nice ^_^

Then, a human appears. They fight through your panic with endless glowing loops around you, making you feel so dizzy and so... good... Pop! You're captured! You're a friendly helper pokemon now! You have a purpose! The Ranger knows how to fix this disaster, and all you have to do is obey them.

The Ranger tells you to break that boulder or chop down that tree, and you do it for them. They say thanks, pat you on the head, then send you on your way to ride out the high of being a good, obedient little helper.

And when it's all over, you get to brag to all the other mons that you helped solve the disaster... And hope none of them saw that you lost a fight to a human and got mind controlled.

We did it. We passed the test. We're gonna be an exploration team! This is one of my dreams come true! I wish it could've been with someone I didn't just meet yesterday, but I can't complain! All that's left is to fill out the paperwork.

Species: Sneasel and Snivy. Nicknames: Snowflake and Prince. Team Name: ... to be determined. Team Leader: Prince- Wait a sec!

"Hey, why are you making yourself the leader? We didn't talk about that!"

"Hm? Of course I'm the leader. Do you disagree?"

"That's not fair. We should be equals! That field is optional, anyway."

"Oh, Snowflake, we're not equals~"

"Wha... Excuse you?"

Prince steps toward me, getting right in my face, and I step back. "I'm your superior. I'm a Snivy, for one, and you're just a sneasel."

"That doesn't-"

He takes another step. "And look at you, so giddy over such a minor achievement. Is merely becoming an explorer everything you wanted? Those so complacent should learn to follow those with ambition."

I step back again. The way his eyes narrow at me, it makes me feel small, even though I'm taller than him. I'm looking down to meet his gaze, even as he stands tall while I start to sink...

Another step forward. "I won't be merely a 'Prince' forever. I'm going to be king of this town. Or build my own if that's what it takes. And you? You're not my equal. You're my first subject."

Another step back. "I, I didn't agree to-"

"You don't even want to lead! 'We should be equals,' such nonsense. It's only proof of how desperate you are for someone else to take control."

I open my mouth to retort, but my back hits the wall, and Prince pins me there with a hand on my shoulder.

He takes one more step, mere inches between our eyes. He raises a hand, and puts it on my cheek. "Don't worry, my dear servant. From now on, I'll be making the decisions for you. You belong to me now. Understand?"

His smile is so sweet, yet so proud. His words are gentle, but uncompromising. My mind blanks, and the word "okay" slips out.

He pats me on the head, saying "That's a good girl~" then turns away. Back toward the paperwork. "Hmmm, 'Team Kingdom' has a nice ring to it..."

Some people are oddly picky about their fetish content

Ever since the dawn of magic, when prehistoric predators evolved the "Induce Internal Bleeding" spell, life has developed an instinctive resistance against magic. While the benefits are obvious, useful spells like healing magic are only effective when that resistance is consciously lowered. Even then, manually lowering your own resistance can be difficult and imperfect.

Thus the creation of vulmarks. A vulmark is a magical tattoo that prevents the natural resistance against spells, allowing them to work at full efficacy. While the earliest vulmarks were fully general purpose, this caused obvious problems, so modern vulmarks are more restricted. They typically allow only specific kinds of spells or spells from specific casters.

Applying a vulmark takes several minutes, and requires the subject's magic resistance to be relaxed throughout the process, making them very difficult to use against unwilling victims. Thus, their use is typically limited to medical applications and other willing cases.

Now, as we inevitably always do, we turn our attention to imps. Imps and other demons use a type of vulmark they call a demonbrand. The brand makes the bearer vulnerable to spells from demons, sometimes only certain kinds of demons but usually any kind. It allows demons to tease and torment the bearer with ease, and often comes with an enchantment that calls out to nearby demons and alerts them to the brand's presence.

Demonbrands are usually applied as part of a contract, for the primary purpose of making the bearer vulnerable to the contract-writer. It doubles as a mark declaring the bearer to be property of demon-kind, a toy to be played with by all. Depending on the contract, the brand can be delayed; for example, the bearer may be granted five years of wealth and indulgence, after which the brand activates and makes them a plaything.

Demonbrands often allow only certain kinds of spells; it would be very disappointing if someone decided to cast "Instant Cardiac Arrest" on the toy and ruined it for everyone, and it's easier to get a subject to agree to a brand if there's limits on what it can do to them. Also common are brands that are biased in favor of their creators; the creator may be able to cast whatever spell they want on the bearer, but other demons are limited to a select list of spells, to prevent them from breaking the toy.

They come back next week and do it again. And again. Pair by pair, your underwear drawer is replaced by various imp briefs. One covered in simple imp heads. One with "IMP SLUT" written across the butt. One with imps lying in seductive poses. One with pitchforks and flames and "heeheehee!" text.

The imp comes on random days, so you never know what day's pair of undies will be shredded next. Any time you buy more underwear, you wake up to a pile of shreds and a fresh stack of more imp briefs.

Sooner or later, whether by choice or by desperation, you wear the imp briefs. And sooner or later, the imp comes on a day when you're wearing their briefs. They tell you how happy they are to see you wearing them. They grope you through the briefs, rub your crotch and grab your butt, no less perverted despite the clothing they allow you to wear.

Inevitably, the imp's goal is achieved: The only undies you wear are the imp-themed briefs. Every time you get dressed, you put on their briefs, and remember all those nights of dominance. You wear their mark everywhere you go, wrapped around your privates, snug and comfy.