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Hunter and Vivian were still entwined, their combined musk lingering in the confined air when the airship docked at the Neo Hoenn Preparatory Facility. After a brief period of near-silence, the ship's metal hull groaning at rest, a stern, middle-aged human with graying brown hair and a crisp black suit arrived at the barracks hatch with three final Pokemorphs in tow. He glanced around the room, noting the newest additions to his collection before producing a set of keys, and beginning to unshackled the antsy trio circled behind him.

First up, a tall, sleek Seviper entered the holding area, rubbing at his wrists, stretching out his legs, and rolling his slender neck. A mixture of black and gold scales glimmered in the fluorescent lighting, highlighting a set of three jagged scars crossing the lean muscle of his bare chest. He took a step, a powerful tail swaying from the base of his firm ass as sharpened toe claws clicked against the floor. Craning his neck around the room, crimson eyes surveyed the nine bared figures from behind a pair of tinted lenses, and a pierced tongue flicked into the open air. Behind sharpened red fangs, a smirk formed as the male focused on the fevered scent of fiery ecstasy still emanating from the Kanto couple. He blew a mocking kiss their way, chuckling dismissively as he earned an indignant gasp and a fearsome growl, from the Ninetales and the Arcanine respectively.

“Get out of the fucking way, Silas!"

The snake's growing bravado shattered with a forceful shove that sent him off-kilter, stumbling forward. Freshly released from his own set of bindings, a blue-haired Zangoose sneered at the Seviper, looking up and flexing his obsidian claws at the taller male. The whited-furred male stood in stark contrast to his foe, several inches shorter and several inches wider, with a bulkier body concealing thick muscle in the chest, abdomen, and all extremities. The Seviper hissed and spun on a dime, his instigator's ears flicking and tail bristling as both mammal and reptile eyes locked in confrontation. Intimidating claws flexed at the end of each boy's arms, and the Zangoose's nostrils flared as the Seviper's tongue hissed sharply from his muzzle. Behind the pair, their handler either didn't notice the brewing conflict, or simply didn't care, his efforts focused on his third new acquisition.

The taller male retaliated first, his tail whipping around and spearing at the Zangoose's plush stomach. The mammal gasped, clutching at the immediate bruise and trying to regain his breath under a barrage of hissing laughter. Gritting his teeth, he lunged forward, barreling his shoulder into the Seviper's stomach and slamming him into an empty bunk before both males collapsed into a pile of flailing rage. The Seviper's fangs snapped wildly at his foe, and the Zangoose's claws slashed clumsily at any flash of black scale he could find. Around the room, onlookers stared in a mixture of terror and fascination, eyes darting to the open hatchway and awaiting some form of punishment from the humans. When no punishment came, the others simply enjoyed the unexpected flurry of aggression, merely wishing it could be directed towards their captors.

Eventually, the two Pokemorphs devolved into straight-up fist fighting, pummeling incessantly at one another's exposed flesh as they grappled. At some point, the Seviper's sunglasses flew off, skittering across the floor, and unnoticed by the combatants, a pair of burgeoning erections sprouted from between each boy's legs, grinding together amidst their frenzied writhing and fueling the id-driven brawl to greater heights. Testosterone and adrenaline pumping through their veins, the two males focused intensely on their battle with sweat and spittle swapping from fur to scale and back again. The Zangoose soon drew blood, catching a bare hip with two claws and rearing back in triumph with a hearty mreow.

At this point, a pair of rough, clawed hands clasped around the mammal's waist and yanked him away from the snake before flinging the bulky male across the room like a stuffed animal. Standing over the fallen Seviper, an Amazonian Blaziken planted one foot on his chest, stomping him to the floor and screeching into his face. The third and final addition to the group, this new girl towered over most of the field, pounds of toned muscle coating her body and quivering with every breath. A sandy blonde ponytail whipped around as the girl's head snapped back at the sound of the Zangoose stumbling to his feet, and another ear-splitting screech blasted the dazed male. He collapsed onto an empty bed, still panting and trembling from his altercation but otherwise staying far away from the pinned Seviper.

“What the fuck's wrong with y'all?" the girl squawked as she turned her head from Zangoose to Seviper and back again, “ain't things bad enough without this bullshit goin' on every goddamn chance ya get?"

Her brow furrowed as she stared the Zangoose down, the male looking to the floor and nervously crossed his legs over his receding erection. Shifting her attention, the Blaziken glared at the serpent squirming beneath her foot, but he simply smirked up at her, unwilling to break eye contact for even a moment. She cawed in frustration, hiking her leg up and releasing the boy as suddenly felt self-conscious, crossing her arms over the massive, red-feathered cantaloupes adorning her chest. Newly freed, the Seviper pulled himself into a seated position and hissed at his former foe, taunting the boy behind the Blaziken's back as she stormed off to find an isolated bunk to call her own. And watching all of this, the human's emotionless face offered the subtlest of nods to no one in particular before he sealed off the room.

Breaking the tension, Travis swooped in to greet the Zangoose, blocking his view of the reptilian irritant and guiding him around on his grand introductory tour. Naturally, little effort was made to bring the Seviper into the fold, leaving the boy to his own devices. He attempted subtlety, but the combination of squinted eyes and swishing strokes of his arms along the metal floor made the necessity of his lenses clear to anyone paying attention. Sharing a similar ocular plight and maintaining the middle ground between Dani's indifference and Nicole's anxiety, Lavender located the pair of sunglasses beneath a nearby bunk and blew off the dust before returning them to their rightful owner.

“Thankssss," the boy offered, affixing the frames to his nose and running a hand through his buzzed, green hair as he looked over the petit Espeon girl. His tongue flicked in her direction, and he snickered as the girl's trembling paws moved defensively over the peek of pink flashing between her thighs. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but examine the semi-erect purple obelisk between the Seviper's thighs, metal studs piercing the underside of his shaft. He noticed this of course, and spread his legs to give her a better view of his softening meat, only to wince at the action, noticing the bloody wound on his thigh. Hissing inwardly and shooting a dirty look in the direction of his adversary, he clambered to his feet, groping at Lavender as he pulled himself up. Blushing the whole time, she eventually managed to duck her head beneath his arm and helped him hobble to the vacant spot beside Dani.

“Hey," he groaned out a long hiss and leaned back, turning to the Weavile, “you're an icccce type, right?"

“Uh, hi, yeah, what of it?"

“Gimme your hand for a ssssecond," he commanded, snatching Dani by the wrist and pressing her chilled palm against his wound, “ahhhhh. That'ssss better."

“What the fuck, asshole?" she shrieked, yanking her arm free and wiping the blood-stained palm on the snake's chest, “who fucking does that?"

“I'm SSSSilassss. SSSSilassss Vinccccent."

“Silas? Your parents named you fucking Silas? Arceus…do they like, hate you or something? Were you the shittiest baby ever? Do they do that stupid hissing thing too when they say your name? Ugh, for fuck's sake, my hand is fucking pink now!"

“I'm Nicole," the Umbreon suddenly piped up, nervously scratching at her arm as her eyes darted between the Seviper and the Weavile, and over to her sister, “you kinda met Lavender already…sh-she's my sister. And well…um, this is Dani."

“Seriously, my claws are all red and sticky now."

“Dani, huh?" Silas replied, grinning, “shhhhe's kind of a bitch, isssssn't shhhhe? Flat girlssss ussssually are, all pissssed off at the world. Guessss that'ssss why you're the peacccccekeeper, huh Nicole?"

“I uh-"

“Flat?" Dani barked, cutting off Nicole's response as the Umbreon timidly covered her own chest, “my tits are just fine. Besides, you're one to talk. What, you got your dick pierced because you couldn't get the job done with that little nub? Ribbed it for her pleasure?"

“SSSSomeone'ssss jealoussss," the Seviper snickered, lifting the tip of his cock and flashing two rows of silver studs to the three girls, “I haven't heard any complaintssss yet."

“Oh you fucking wish. You're not even close to my type, SSSSSSSSilassssssss."

“Whatever you ssssay, little Dani," he chuckled again, shifting his attention to the Evans sisters as they checked out his package with varying degrees of subtlety, “don't be shhhhy girlssss. I wouldn't have gotten the pierccccingssss if I didn't want people to sssstare."

“Arceus fucking shit, does that slimy shit actually work for you, you fuckin' date rapist?"

“Did it hurt?" Lavender deflected the Weavile's fury, the Espeon shifting her position and comfortably exposing her femininity to the male in sharp contrast to Nicole's withdrawal into a cocoon of her arms and tail.

“Of coursssse it hurt. That'ssss half the reasssson I did it—to prove I could handle it."

“I always wanted-"

“Are you flirting with this tool, kitty cat? Seriously?"

“-to get my tits pierced or something," Lavender ignored Dani's interruption, “but like, my parents threw enough of a shit fit when I got the tattoos. I couldn't get away with that again."

“You've got another one?"

“Yeah," Lavender turned in place, revealing her bare back and the black ink just above the base of her tail, “what do you think?"

“Very nicccce," the Seviper hissed, his response sounding unintentionally lustful, “I shhhhed my skin too much for tattoossss, otherwisssse I'd have them everywhere."

“What about your chest? The scar?"

“Thissss?" he patted his chest and cocked his head over towards the Zangoose, “thissss issss all on him."

“Him? What's uh…like, what was that all about earlier, anyway?"

“Rickey Keller. He'ssss jusssst a dumb jock asssshole. Treated me like shhhhit ever ssssincccce we were kidssss. Gave me the sssscar back in middle sssschool, but I got him back, don't worry," he tapped two claws on the side of his neck, “gave him a sssset of his own right here, under the fur and the ssssecond chin."

“And you two just?"

“Hissss family hatessss mine, my family hatessss hisssss. He ssssayssss he fucked my ssssissssster to pissss me off, I actually fucked hissss ssssissssster to get back at him."

“Please tell me your sister is named Cecelia or something," Dani interjected, “I need that shit to be true."

“He jusssst thinkssss he's tough," Silas ignored the Weavile, “and ssssometimessss I've gotta take him down."

“And her?" Lavender nodded at the Blaziken confining herself to a bunk across the room, “what's her deal?"

“Titssss and twang over there issss SSSSandra Tucker. Her whole family'ssss a bunch of gym rat redneckssss that got rich by acccccident. Shhhhe wassss top of our classsss at the academy becausssse shhhhe hitssss like a freight train. But there'ssss not a lot of ssssubsssstancccce there. Her brotherssss were jock douchhhhebagssss like Rickey, but SSSSandra'ssss jusssst quiet. Workssss out, trainssss, fightssss, repeat. Shhhhe'ssss the one Martin wassss after at the auction."

“Martin?"

“The human. The one that put ussss in here in the firsssst place. He bought me and Rickey together to pissss ussss off, but he sssspent two million on SSSSandra."

“Two million? Holy shit! I didn't even break 300k."

“450 for me," he chuckled.

“980k, bitches!" Dani gloated victoriously, elbowing Lavender in the side and reaching over to slap Silas' coagulating wound. His grimace of pain brought a flash of teeth beyond the singular fang that jutted from her muzzle, and she pumped a fist in triumph before realizing that it featured a matching blood stain to her other paw. Both Lavender and Silas laughed at the Weavile's misfortune, and she rolled her eyes at the duo, scowling and growling as she scrubbed her hands together in a fruitless attempt to clean away the mess.

The Seviper slowly wormed his way into the girls' good graces, joking around and comparing stories of their lives prior to captivity. Despite his intimidating appearance, he came across as rather charming, teasing Dani and flirting with the twins while only occasionally stealing obvious glances at their nudity. However, while Lavender enjoyed the attention, reminiscent of her circle of friends from school…Nicole began to feel uncomfortable, visibly squirming whenever an innuendo would arise regarding the sisters, or her fuller figure. After a pointed discussion about her bust size compared to Lavender's, she wordlessly scurried off, tearing up a little at the realization that Lavender wouldn't follow. Though the Espeon's face displayed concern for her sister's sudden flight, a quick barb from the Weavile brought her back to the moment, giddily retaliating.

Abandoning her sister, Nicole found solace by curling up under the Mienshao girl's bunk, and the Umbreon offered a faint greeting that went unanswered. After several more attempts, Nicole clammed up, hugging her knees to her chest until she noticed the silent female brushing hair from her face and squinting with interest at the black-furred blur before her. A very meek and polite 'Hello' wafted between the two girls, and the Umbreon scooted a little closer. They exchanged introductions, Nicole the first of the Pokemorphs to learn the name 'Xiu Bai Jiang' and only requiring a few repetitions before pronouncing it correctly, and she scooted closer still. Minor snippets of conversation traded back and forth like this, Xiu Bai remaining stationary yet allowing Nicole to advance on her position until the two girls sat side-by-side beneath the shade of the bunk. The Umbreon drove the discussion from there, but despite her relative solitude, the Mienshao seemed far more outgoing than her initial reclusive appearance would suggest.

Around the barracks, the diverse array of inmates resigned themselves to their collective fate, trying to establish a sense of normalcy to distract from the looming sensation of fear surrounding their captivity. Nicole and Xiu Bai chatted, the Mienshao growing silent whenever their conversation approached the subject of current events and remaining that way until Nicole shifted to a new topic. Lavender's trio devolved into discussion of the feebleness of their human masters, with glowing praise for the Espeon's recounting of the assault on her handler.

Hunter and Vivian uncoupled, with the kitsune draping her tails over their laps to hide the evidence of their lust, and making the pair presentable for social interactions. Rickey found common ground with the Arcanine, recalling meetings of their NKBA and NHBA football teams while straining not to stare at the nude Ninetales seated beside the larger male. After some coaxing from Travis, Tiffany vacated her bunk and carefully tucked her arms and ears over her bare curves, joining the athlete trio to form a clique of five.

From his isolated perch, Hiroki observed the various conversations and nervously rubbed at an imagined chill rolling over his slick shoulders. His eyes danced over the tantalizing display of bared, feminine flesh around the room and his face flushed violet at the images conjured in his mind. He considered inserting himself into one of the cliques until a stirring in his loins quashed that notion, the risk of losing control of his manhood too strong to subject himself to that kind of embarrassment yet again. For a moment, he glanced over to the other solo entity in the room, the Blaziken's leg jackhammering at the floor and jiggling her generous bust in time with the rhythmic motion. Gulping at the sight, Hiroki ribbited inwardly and noticed his lengthy tongue starting to salivate before finally forcing himself into solitude, clenching his eyes shut and trying to overpower impure thoughts through slumber.

One-by-one, the other Pokemorphs followed Hiroki's lead, bowing out of their respective conversations and shambling off to individual bunk to succumb to fatigue. Hunter and Vivian snuggled close, his thighs enveloping hers, and Nicole rejoined Lavender, embracing her sister as they set their glasses aside and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Only Sandra remained vigilant, an excess of energy bouncing through her restless legs until she finally rose from her bed and began pacing the floor in an effort to burn herself out. For several hours, the Blaziken's clacking toenails rang out amidst a symphony of snores echoing through the chamber, before coming to a halt as an unexpected jolt sent her sprawling to the floor.

The engines halted, the ever-present hum growing silent, and Sandra rose to her feet as several of the others stirred from their bunks at the sudden quake. Lavender shook Nicole, rousing her sister and handing the squinting Umbreon a pair of glasses as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. They hardly had time to prepare when the hatch's internal mechanisms groaned as the iron door swung open, allowing entry for a small delegation of humans.

Martin stood at the forefront, having discarded his suit jacket but maintaining professional attire with a pair of dark slacks and a white, button-down shirt. To one side of the elder male, the human from Neo Kanto completely abandoned his formal look, substituting a pair of gray jeans and a white, sleeveless t-shirt; on the other side, Allison now wore a pair of salacious jean shorts that stood in odd contrast to the long-sleeved sweater hiding a bulge around her upper arm. She rotated her shoulder and looking over, locking eyes with Lavender for just a moment before Martin's refined voice washed over the chamber.

“We've arrived at my training center," the human spoke, arms warmly outstretched to the weary Pokemorphs, “it's time to disembark. Now, I find it an absolute hassle to chain such fine specimens up for transport…but I need to maintain security. After all, I didn't spend the kind of money I spent on weak investments. However, I believe you can be trusted, and if you give me your word, we can depart together without any need to bulky cuffs and chains. What do you say to that?"

Several pairs of eyes darted from one to another. Rickey sneered at Silas, and the Seviper glared right back at his rival. Vivian clutched nervously at her lover's arm and he drew her closer. Lavender noticed Dani rubbing at her wrists, the Weavile uncharacteristically silent towards the man's words. A chirpy drawl finally broke the silence.

“We won't start nothin'," Sandra asserted, glaring around at the others, “just don't put that shit back on me."

“Does anyone have a problem with this?"

Several Pokemorphs glared daggers at the man, but cowered beneath the intimidating gaze of the Blaziken, nodding or otherwise kowtowing to the demand. Per Martin's orders, the dozen Pokemorphs lined up, males then females, and filed through the open hatchway, flanked by a veritable armada of uniformed guards. Lavender retraced the route she'd originally followed through the ship, finding the group bypassing Allison's quarters entirely. She emerged from the claustrophobic and unfeeling hallways, into the bright rays of morning sunlight rising over the horizon to reveal a monolithic mansion surrounded by sprawling green fields, and emblazoned with just two words.

'STAFFORD RANCH.'

All characters © Inviso

Artwork from Avencri and Upstairstudios