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Celia felt her head spinning as the darkness of sleep slowly abandoned her, making her stomach turn as if she’d just gotten off of some kind of roller coaster. For a moment, she couldn’t place why she’d feel so sore and disheveled - what happened last night? Half-remembered scenes of what must have been a twisted wet dream played across her blurry vision, her thighs clenching together instinctively as the feeling of being violated by some big, black beast wracked her body again. Part of her wanted to sink back into that moment, that nightmarish fantasy making her blush even as she reached instinctively towards her crotch - until something holding her by the wrist arrested her progress.

Her eyes snapped open, eyes trying to focus against overwhelmingly bright lights. She yanked her arm again, feeling some kind of cuff tighten around her wrist as she thrashed against it. A yank from her other arm confirmed she was tied there as well. As her vision slowly cleared, she realized with a sinking fear that she had no idea where she was - nothing in the room around her seemed familiar. Cold walls surrounded the bed she lay on, broken up by precious little more than mirrored windows, with some kind of smooth industrial flooring completing the look. Was this some kind of cell or observation room?

Finding no answers, Celia instead turned her attention to herself. Taking quick stock, she was relieved that she seemed more or less intact, aside from scrapes and bruises from what she had to assume was her struggle in the alleyway. Her previous outfit and gear were nowhere to be seen, her modesty only preserved by a thin hospital gown. She didn't have to lift the hem to know she’d not been given the dignity of underwear, though she felt an extra bit of violation as she noted her mound had been shaved while she was sleeping. One thing she couldn’t account for was a series of what could only be injection marks on her arm. The trainer feared at first she’d been heavily drugged, like in those true crime documentaries where kidnap victims were forcibly addicted to drugs. But she couldn’t feel any such craving, even if she focused on the thought - all she was currently craving was a warm meal and a way out of her predicament. The leather cuffs at least didn’t seem meant to restrain her for long - she found herself able to reach the buckles securing them with a little effort, and had soon freed herself from the bed entirely. If she’d been thinking it through, she would have asked herself why she’d been restrained if not to keep her in place.

Celia got up slowly, hissing at the feeling of cold tile on her bare feet as she gingerly got to her feet. Her head was still spinning just slightly, a feverish feeling flushing her cheeks as she tried to steady herself against the bed’s frame. Unsteady steps carried her around the small room, hands feeling the walls between windows for any kind of lever or gap that might have offered her an exit to no avail. The walls were startlingly seamless, as if she’d somehow teleported into the room out of thin air.

She was just tottering back to the bed to try and gather her thoughts before a hiss sounded from the ceiling. Celia looked up just in time to see a small hatch slide open above her, just large enough to allow a Pokeball to fall through before sliding shut once more. The ball bounced once off of the smooth floor before splitting in half. White light erupted from the fractured red-and-white sphere before collecting into the form of her faithful pink Lopunny.

“Velvet!” Celia threw herself at the bunny, nearly crying with the relief of seeing a friendly face. The trainer rubbed her face into the Pokemon’s neck, comforting herself with the familiar scent buried there as she sank into her warm embrace. That same embrace caused Celia to stiffen as she felt her Pokemon’s paws drift slowly down her back, under the split in her gown to trail across her bare skin. Velvet had always been affectionate, but this was… wrong. She tried to pull back, only to have Lopunny's strong arms hold her tight against her slender frame, paws moving lower still to possessively grope her bare ass.

“Velvet…? W-what are you doing, baby…?” Celia tried and failed again to pull away from the embrace, pushing uselessly against the bunny’s shoulders in an attempt at leverage. “Vel- Velvet, let me go!” One more push sent her falling back on the bed, the modest cushioning doing little to brace her impact into the metal frame below. She winced in pain as she tried to scramble away, movements feeling more sluggish than ever as the shiny Lopunny climbed onto the bed after her with a wild look in her eyes. “Velvet, stop! What’s gotten into you?”

Velvet seemed either to ignore Celia or not to hear her at all, bounding up with her strong legs and landing with her knees planted firmly on her trainer’s shoulders, cotton tail wagging over the girl’s face as she leaned forward to pull the flimsy gown out of her way. Celia felt almost pathetic trying to kick at Velvet, her feeble strikes easily parried away from doing anything other than giving the rebellious Pokemon quick peeks at her damp sex before she found her thighs pushed apart outright. Heedless of her trainer’s shouts and protests, Velvet pushed her muzzle shamelessly into Celia’s crotch, licking up the dew that had gathered on her nether lips despite her protests and struggles. The heat that bloomed in Celia’s belly was nearly as intense at the heat blossoming across her face as she felt her traitorous body once again respond to a Pokemon’s unwanted advances, a low moan escaping her chest as she tried not to roll her hips into Velvet’s follow-up licks.

Torn as Celia was between her mind’s desire and her body’s betrayal, her physical struggles against Velvet’s superior strength fell off quickly. Not that there was much point in trying to fight off the rabbit - despite her slender build, she was more than powerful enough to keep her trainer right where she wanted her. Despite the girl’s weakening protests, her pussy dampened with ever more arousal as Velvet dragged her tongue between her lower lips, each pass lingering longer and longer on her clit and sending what felt like electric shocks up her spine. It took only a minute more before Velvet decided to silence Celia’s protests entirely, leaning back to grind her own leaky pussy up against the girl’s open mouth.

The overwhelming scent of the bunny’s pussy was already enough to shock Celia into silence, nevermind the thick estrus dripping from her skin into her open mouth. She wanted so badly to be disgusted, but the taste seemed to trigger something in the trainer. The feeling was as if the last cracks had formed in the dam of her resistance, desire spilling over and quickly drowning out whatever was left of her rational thoughts. Slowly, tentatively, she started to return the favor to the horny rabbit, exploring another woman’s pussy for the first time with her tongue. Velvet made her approval known with a rumbling moan directly into her master’s tender flesh, the sensation motivating Celia to continue on pleasing the dominant Pokemon holding her down.

Celia was surprised how quickly she found herself getting into the act. She’d never once considered her Pokemon as more than pets at the very best - and very often not even that much. Velvet had been her friend for the longest, a gift from her parents when she was still a child, and even the Lopunny had never crossed her mind as a sexual being. But now, with her face buried in bunny pussy while her own inexperienced sex was being plundered by her pet’s nimble tongue, part of her could’t help but feel that this was right. Her hands moved from trying in vain to push Velvet away to tugging on her own pert nipples, back arching under the additional stimulation as she tried to mimic the skilled way her lifelong friend devoured her aching cunt. Of course, she hardly lasted long. Inexperience joined with the way her body seemed to burn with a primal desire made sure she was crying out into that drooling bunny pussy before she knew it, pleasure causing her to tremble and sob with pleasure while Velvet continued to devour her.

It was humiliating the way Celia sobbed her displeasure when Velvet pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath with the Lopunny’s juices all over her face and her own staining her thighs as well as the bed below. More humiliating still was how quickly she parted her legs when Velvet moved to crawl between them, rolling the trainer onto her side as she straddled her thigh. Inexperienced as she was, she found it easiest to relax into her Pokemon’s direction. Velvet was quick to reward her obedience with more pleasure, pressing their soaked pussies together with practiced grace and sending stars across Celia’s vision. The bunny held her trainer’s leg hiked over her smaller shoulder as she rolled her hips back and forth, humping and grinding their needy sexes together in a kiss far more lewd and intimate than Celia could have ever dreamed. Each time their clits pressed together, a ragged moan left Celia’s throat, echoed by Velvet’s own increasingly needy cries. It didn’t take much for the overwhelmed young trainer to get into the act, rolling her hips back towards the Lopunny with a fervor that matched her lack of skill.

Worked up from Celia’s previous efforts as well as the current stimulation, it wasn’t long before it was Velvet’s turn to cry out with release, hips not stopping as she continued humping and grinding against Celia and smearing the girl’s crotch with copious bunny honey. Even this didn’t stop Velvet’s onslaught on the overwhelmed trainer, however. If anything, the Lopunny seemed determined to live up to the turn of phrase “fucking like rabbits” as she doubled down on grinding her crotch against Celia’s. The sensations of having her body ravaged by her Pokemon’s insatiable need, the small room filling quickly with the combined scent of their lust, the second orgasm that Velvet forced upon her trainer - it was all quickly too much for Celia’s already-overwhelmed senses. She wasn’t sure when she lost track of their activities, lost track of how many times the pair of them shuddered and sobbed with climax after climax. It could have been minutes or days before even Velvet was too sensitive to keep going, both girls cunts raw from their copulation and the bed absolutely ruined by their shared estrus. The biggest shock to Celia was that she’d managed not to pass out through it all, her energy seeming to build back no matter how many times she came. Was it just Velvet’s own energy rubbing off on her, or whatever they’d managed to inject her with in her sleep?

Whatever the case, the thoughts and questions she had were push aside as her Lopunny moved to pull her into another embrace. This time, Celia didn’t fight the affectionate, if possessive way that Velvet held her, forcing her lips to meet her muzzle in a dominating kiss before settling in for a rest. The situation was still far from ideal - both being in a cell and subject to her horny Pokemon’s whims didn’t seem ideal. But, she reasoned, at least things could hardly get worse.

At least, she dearly hoped that was the case.