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Lavender found herself bustling through a labyrinth of darkened corridors permeated by the stench of rust. The warden heightened his speed, turning left, ducking right, then doubling back, tugging the Espeon behind him like a kite on a windless day. Her bare foot snagged on a bolt jutting from the floor and she winced, tripping and hopping forward to avoid falling on her face, only to collide with the human as he paused in front of a rusted hatch with a comparatively new valve handle at its center. Never once releasing the leash, Bruno forcibly grunted in annoyance and shoved the Espeon to the floor before cranking the valve with a clockwise screech. The door released, and he heaved it open, bending down and snagging Lavender at the armpit to toss her over the threshold into the dimly lit room beyond.

Inside, a single dangling light bulb flickered overhead, highlighting a dozen figures within. Squinting through the dusky shadows, Lavender could make out other Pokemorphs, male and female alike, seated in various spots around the grimy walls and peering right back at the newest entrant to the chamber. Once more, her arms moved to her chest, but before she could protect her bared fur, Bruno snatched a chipped clipboard from the wall and pulled her to the center of the room. Her nudity illuminated under the bulb's dull glow, she managed to hug herself tightly as her eyes scanned the room, noting the crop of erections already starting to bloom.

Bruno held the clipboard up to the light, mumbling to himself as his gaze scrolled down a scribbled list in search of Lavender's name. He swore under his breath, tilting the paper to one side, then the other, then hooked his fingers under the Espeon's collar, jerking her to her toes as she flailed about in his grasp. He mouthed the characters on her tag then scanned the list once more before pinpointing his quarry. Dropping the girl, he ignored her sputtering gasps, instead stalking around the circumference of the room until pausing at an empty chair inlaid against the wall.

With a whistle and a tug of the leash, he drew Lavender to his side and plunked her down, her bare ass scratching against the rough metal. He forced her legs apart, inadvertently (she hoped) spreading her pussy in the process as he wrapped a set of shackles around her ankles, locking her legs to the chair. Repeating this process with her wrists against the arm rests, the Espeon found herself completely immobilized and at the warden's mercy. Chuckling, he pinched her cheek to offset the furious expression building on her face, unclipped the leash from her collar, and offered a dismissive wave before exiting the chamber. Through the door, the valve's screech hung heavily in the air, and various eyes darted to Lavender, to the door, and to each other.

“So anyone have a plan?" Eddie Cartilly broke the silence, the Scizor clacking his meaty green claws as his wrists strained against their bindings, “c'mon, someone!"

“What plan, dude?" Colton Best queried one seat over, dismissive of his fellow Scizor's frantic speech, yet not above struggling within his cuffs either.

“I don't fuckin' know!" Eddie looked over to Lavender, and Nicholas Bradsen against the wall to his left, “you guys are fuckin' genius psychics. You've gotta have something!"

“I haven't been able to focus on anything," the Girafarig responded, his head slumped down into his chest, “every time I try to think about getting outta here, it sets the collar off."

“Yeah," Lavender groaned, “I've had my hands full trying to get that asshole Bruno off my back. Not really working out so far."

“Well fuck, man," Eddie moaned, banging his head's metal plating against the wall, “that's fucking great. Really fuckin' awesome."

“Ignore him," Nicholas sighed, leaning towards the Espeon three seats away, his grinning tail draped over the armrest and gnashing its teeth in her direction, “are you alright? I mean, you look fine uh…outwardly but that's how you always look and I um guess I maybe shouldn't bring that up right now 'cause this is kind of a bad time and sorry, I uh just uh this isn't normal, is it?"

“Wow," Lavender couldn't help laughing, “thank you. I needed that. I haven't smiled in days."

“Uh…no problem?"

The Espeon leaned her head back, closing her eyes and tuning out the various conversations scattered around the room to focus on just one at a time. Wendy Carson, the goth Ariados girl, was complaining about the unfair position she'd been bent into, cuffs at her legs and arms each locking a pair of wrists in place; Nora Burns, a heavy-set Ursaring traded off insults alongside Colton as they each commanded Eddie to calm down and shut up; Clemmy Carver's drawl spilled forth in short bursts at the Miltank lifted herself from her seat and tried to jolt her legs free, swearing at each failure; the Ampharos who had passed Lavender's cage earlier, Mary Donovan, sobbed in isolation at the near corner of the room; and of course Nicholas continued his attempts to engage Lavender in conversation, his voice cracking every so often whenever his gaze drifted south of her chin.

The Pokemorphs showed no unity in captivity, and Lavender saw no use in teamwork without a full commitment from all involved. She scoffed inwardly at Eddie's assumption that some sort of plan could be formulated, her own mind having long since exhausted all options for escape. Wasting energy on a futile cause seemed mentally exhausting and physically painful, if Clemmy's half-swears were any indication. Still, despite the circumstances, a small part of Lavender felt comfort amidst kindred souls sharing an experience, however horrific said experience was.

Lavender's mind wandered, eyes occasionally darting over to Nicholas and grunting out monosyllabic responses to his questions. Her hindquarters scooted from side to side, eventually finding a perfect groove in which to settle, her tail given enough space to move freely as the only appendage of hers that could. The Espeon extended her fingers, claws hooking under the armrests as she attempted to alleviate the pressure around her wrists. While those around her panicked and fought, she relaxed, finding a sort of peace in her blissful uncaring attitude to this new space and bondage.

Her ears perked, the squeaky valve making its triumphant return as Bruno shoved his way through the heavy portal. The leash stretched taut behind him as at the other end, Nicole's plump, trembling frame dawdling in the doorway. As the Umbreon crossed the threshold, she faltered, her foot snagging on the doorframe and sending her sprawling into the room. Lavender winced for her twin, gritting her teeth in anticipation of Bruno's callous response, only to find her vengeful rage simmer down to biting annoyance as the warden knelt down and afforded Nicole an uncharacteristic display of kindness by helping her to her feet.

Nicole mouthed a thank you, her voice barely audible above a meek chirp, and gripped the man's hand tightly to steady herself. From across the room, Lavender could just make out the telltale streaks of moisture running down her sister's cheeks as the Umbreon cast her eyes to the floor. Nicole's free arm shifted back across her chest and her knees pinned together, doing their best to mask the prominent flashes of pink amidst her shimmering charcoal fur. Regaining her footing, she released Bruno, the free hand brushing strands of violet hair from her face and adjusting her glasses in the same motion to better face the room's other occupants.

The Umbreon scanned the perimeter, blood filling her cheeks with each Pokemorph her gaze passed over, until finally her eyes rested upon her violet counterpart. Though Bruno strode towards Lavender, still gripping Nicole's leash in one hand, she scampered right past him, her full figure jiggling with each slap of her bare feet against the metallic floor. Crossing the room faster than Lavender had seen her sister move in a long time, Nicole leapt into the Espeon's lap and clutched her into a tight, if one-sided, embrace. For a brief moment, Lavender's fingers stiffened in surprise, a mew muffled by her sister's ample cleavage, but she reciprocated as best she could, nuzzling at the silky black fur and inhaling the Umbreon's freshly-cleaned scent.

“Lavie..." Nicole cried behind Lavender's ear, her fingers clawing at the light fur between her shoulder blades “I was s-s-so w-worried about you. I-I-I h-h-heard you s-screaming so much and I-I c-couldn't do anyth-thing to help."

“I'm fine, Nikki," Lavender whispered, her sister's chest muffling her voice and hiding the waver in her speech, “really…I'm fine. I've been…more worried about you. Did they hurt you at all?"

Nicole broke the embrace, locking puffy, red eyes with her bound twin and offering a gentle nod, her lower lip visibly quivering. Lavender shuddered, eyes drooping shut as her chin sunk into her chest and she recalled the aftermath of Doctor Elm's visit. She had felt a twisted sense of relief when she overheard the secret of her sister's virginity, knowing their captors had one less thing to take. This knowledge brought little comfort, however, to the sound mewling squeals drifting between their cells as the good doctor began his very intrusive examination.

Strained memories brought the sensations of Elm's hands combing over her naked body, and Lavender's eyes snapped open in a brief moment of terror. She found Nicole, having interpreted the Espeon's silence as a sign of trauma, groping clumsily at her arms and thighs and performing an inspection of her own for any manifestations of abuse. Lavender's adrenaline-fueled heart rate slowed from a gallop to a trot, and she took a deep breath, unclenching her fingertips from the armrests and allowing her muscles to relax under her sister's ministrations.

Nicole's gentle paws returned Lavender fully to the dim lighting of her surroundings, and she tilted her head over the Umbreon's shoulder to recall Bruno's presence. The human's casual reaction to the display of intimacy seemed uncharacteristically lax, though Lavender chalked that up to the way his gaze seemed to focus on her sister's bare hindquarters. Occasionally, she noticed his eyes darting up to meet her own, the briefest hints of compassion lingering on his face for mere moments, before recloaking such emotion in its sinister guise.

Lavender's returned her focus to Nicole, taking a cue from Bruno and allowing her eyes to wander over the Umbreon's naked form. No cuts, no bruises, though the obsidian fur did a fair job of concealing such things under the best of circumstances. She survived her own ordeal with minimal traces of abuse, so at the very least, Nicole seemed to have received no worse of treatment.

Though satisfied, Lavender's curiosity continued the visual inspection, so rarely having the opportunity to fully explore her twin's body; the Umbreon's conservative fashion sense concealed much of the girl's femininity in a flurry of formless fabrics, with one-piece swimwear erasing all superfluous displays of bared fur. The Espeon noted the diverging routes evolution had taken the two girls: her own flat tummy was mirrored her opposite's chubby pooch, jiggling slightly as the Umbreon rasped a series of low, woeful breaths. This meaty gut matched the extra fat that built into pair of ample breasts, dwarfing, and hovering mere inches above the Espeon's lilac-furred bust. A quick peek between Nicole's thighs revealed that, while she retained a natural violet mane unlike her sister, the Umbreon far more efficiently maintained her womanhood with only the faintest hints of matching pubic fur beginning to grow between her thighs. And while Lavender's alluring tail flowed into a tight, perky flank, Nicole's stiff, black and yellow tail capped a plump, untoned ass befitting the rest of her full figure.

“Alright," Bruno barked, striding over and resting a hand on Nicole's flinching shoulder, “that's enough of that. I got shit to do, ladies."

Whimpering, Nicole clambered away from her sister, dragging each second of contact out as though it was their last before the last grazing touch of her fingertips departed the Espeon's soft fur. Noting the fury on Lavender's face, Bruno snorted derisively for a few moments before noticing the tears flowing down Nicole's face once more. His smile twisted into a shameful grimace and he cleared his throat, easing the Umbreon down into the vacant chair at Lavender's side. Glancing over to her sister, she hiccupped in surprised relief. As Bruno began gingerly securing her limbs to the chair, she reached up with her free hand to drag her palm over each cheek and under her nose, wiping away the evidence of her sorrow.

Ankles and wrists cuffed in place, Nicole and Lavender's positions matched: two nude twins, bound, side by side. From the shared armrest, Nicole extended her pinky, lightly rubbing the claw at Lavender's hand until the Espeon got the message, wrapping her own digit over her sister's and pulling her into a warm embrace between ring and pinky fingers. Nicole hiccupped once more and closed her eyes, harsh breaths fading into soft sighs as her head drooped to the side, eventually leaning over enough to rest upon her sister's shoulder. Lavender's ears flicked briefly before she met the motion, pressing her cheek into the Umbreon's violet scalp and nuzzling gently.

To his credit, Bruno allowed them their moment, wordlessly exiting the room and securing the door behind him. The frenzied conversations revved up around them once more and Nicholas attempted to engage the twins, only for his words to bounce harmlessly off the rusted walls while the duo insulated themselves against the surrounding verbal deluge. Lavender noticed a creeping dampness dribbling over her shoulder and raised one eyelid to find Nicole's tears flowing once more. The Umbreon quivered, burying her face in her sister's fur as she sniffled, huffing at the Espeon's flowery scent. Lavender frowned, gritting her teeth as she tilted her head and whispered softly in Nicole's ear.

“Nikki…c'mon. You gotta stop that…"

“I can't," Nicole sobbed softly, “I can't help it."

“You have to. We can't be weak right now."

“It's just…I-I wanna go home, Lavie. I just wanna go home."

“You think I don't? I miss mom and dad and I know they're worried about us…but they're not here. It's just you and me and I need you. I…I can't. I can't keep it together if you're crying your eyes out. So just…I dunno, talk to me about something, anything. Just talk to me."

“Lavie…" Nicole gasped sharply, unintentionally raising her voice, “I'm s-scared. I was s-s-so scared when they took you away. And that boy…he…he touched me. He t-touched me and I couldn't stop him. I wanted him to stop but he didn't. He almost made me…made me…y-you know."

“But he didn't, right? He didn't."

“B-B-But what about…about Ozzy? H-H-He's the only one I've ever let…I-I mean-"

“It's not your fault, Sis. Please. Trust me on that…it's not your fault. Ozzy's not gonna be pissed at you because some pimply creep felt you up. If he is, then that gross little nerd can go fuck himself."

“Hey!"

“Hey what? I have no idea what you see in that guy. Four eyes and four arms? He's lucky he found someone willing to fuck him."

“Wh-What?"

“Yeah, about that. I kinda overheard you talking to Elm, heard someone punched your V-card. Congrats on that, by the way. And I'm assuming it was Ozzy, or else you are way more sneaky that I thought you could be."

“Lavie!" Nicole hissed, her voice barely audible as her eyes darted around the room, “I d-don't wanna talk about…s-sex stuff."

“Oh c'mon Nikki. I told you when I lost mine."

“Th-That was…that was different."

“Was it?"

“Well I…I mean…"

“Nikki, spill it. Your older sister demands it."

“Older? We hatched at the same time!"

“Well mom says I'm the one who broke the shell, so older sister. Tell me."

“I don't-"

“Tell me."

“Lavie-"

“Tell me," Lavender repeated altering her pitch each time she made the request, “tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-"

“Alright fine! J-J-Just…stop, okay? I'll…"

“Yes?"

“Well I mean," Nicole stammered, “y-you told me how you lost yours…w-w-with Tobias. And…h-how you evolved in the middle of it…"

“Yeah? What of it?"

“W-Well…I mean…y-you remember when I evolved, right?"

“Oh no fucking way. No fucking way, Nikki! Are you serious? You said you guys were just playing Digimon Brawler!"

“We were! I mean…we were just hanging out and playing games and he…he's so unfair. I was winning and he started tickling me and making me mess up! S-So I tried to get him back…and the next thing I know, we're lying on the floor, his hands were up my shirt and I was p-pulling his…his pants off…"

“He fucked you into an Umbreon!"

“Shut up!" Nicole hiss whispered, frantically looking around to verify that no one else had overheard, “y-y-yes. We were both n-naked and he was…was ins-side and it felt…really really warm. And then I just…I evolved right on top of him."

“You were on top then?" Lavender snickered, “I always knew you had it in you. Actually, you really did, this time."

“Th-That's not funny. Ozzy w-was scared that he'd done something wrong and I didn't know either. W-We didn't even finish that night."

“But you've done it again since then, right?"

“I…y-yeah."

“Then there's nothing to worry about. That geeky little spider's not about to give up free pussy once we get outta here. You were brave, Nikki, and no matter what those fuckers did, you're gonna get through this. With me. And you're not alone. Brendan did the same shit to me too, and look. Look. I'm not crying, see? I'm not crying. I'm not worrying about Toby. And you know something, Nikki? I lost control and I…I pawed off right in front of him. Brendan and Jill. It was just driving me crazy and I couldn't help it anymore, and they saw everything. And I'm still not crying, Nikki. So you've got nothing to be ashamed of."

“Th-That's…that why you were…s-s-screaming?"

“Yeah, that's why. Um…how loud was I?"

“P-Pretty loud," Nicole responded, a more upbeat tone filtering through her voice, “I thought they were hurting you."

“Definitely not. I was so fucking pent up."

“C-Can we talk about something else?"

“Why? I finally got you to stop crying. Besides, not like you've never jilled it before. Here's a tip, Nikki. If you're trying to hide a folder on your computer, label it something inocuous. Not just Machamp."

“What? How did you-"

“You should really change your password, by the way. I've known it for years. Also, now that I know you're fucking Ozzy, I'm surprised you don't have more bug porn stored away."

“Ew! Lavender!"

Lavender continued ribbing at her sister, distracting the Umbreon and keeping her talking. Around them, the room began to populate as Bruno secured more and more of their classmates to their seats. Damon Lucerna, Lavender's friend and occasional fuckbuddy, arrived to much fanfare as his snarling, thrashing jaws managed to draw blood from the warden's arm before electricity blasted the Houndoom into a writhing mess on the floor. Hauled to a chair, the male found himself restrained tighter than many of the others, and received a firm punch to the gut for good measure.

“Damon," Lavender called across the room once Bruno had departed, “Day, are you alright?"

“I'm fine, Ellie, thanks for asking," Damon groaned in response, coughing and lifting his head to locate the Espeon, “glad to see your tits again. Thought I'd never get the chance. Ooh, and yours too, Nicole."

“Ass."

“Hey, no offense. It's a compliment."

“Yeah, you are such an ass."

“Whatever you say, Ellie. By the way, that was you moaning like a whore in the cages earlier, right?" he smirked, noting the various heads turning to look at the Espeon as he imitated her voice, “Espy! Onnnnnnnnnn!"

“Ugh. Fuck off, Damon."

“I oughta thank you, Ellie. Your show got me nice and hard for Red and Blondie. Kinda blew my load before they got to me though…let 'em a mess to clean up."

“Thanks for sharing," she gagged, biting her lip as her gaze drifted to notice the familiar black pillar jutting out from between his thighs.

“So," Damon sighed, throwing his head back and shaking the hair from his face, “seriously, how are you doing? You okay?"

“Yeah…kinda. These collars are a bitch."

“No shit, Ellie. Dickless back there's been lighting me up every goddamn day since this shit started."

“Every other day for me."

“That's probably 'cause he wants to fuck you."

“Don't even joke."

Damon offered a few more quips before tiring of calling across the room and broadcasting what would typically be a private conversation. Lavender returned to her chat with Nicole, only looking over to meet the Houndoom's eyes with each new arrival, and wordlessly discussing the situation. The room had nearly filled by the time fellow Espeon, Jon Verdant, took his seat in the vacant chair to Lavender's left. The male, harboring a childhood crush on the younger Evans daughter, kept attempting to lean across Lavender and engage Nicole in conversation. Like a good sister however, Lavender blocked his efforts, ensuring he got an eyeful of her bared breasts instead of her twin's.

The disappointments continued for Jon as the second-to-last slot along the perimeter marked the arrival of Nicole's boyfriend, Ozzy Wedderby. As Bruno sat the scrawny Ariados against the wall, Ozzy noticed his girlfriend bolted free, skittering across the metal and glomming onto the Umbreon. One pair of hands rested on Nicole's hips as the other cupped her cheeks, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss with his mandibles locked around her muzzle. Nicole received a small shock as Ozzy took a jolt from his collar and flopped backwards, but he merely grinned through the pain, reaching out to caress her thigh before Bruno lugged him back into position. The poor spider had to crane his neck to see his love, as the warden secured both sets of arms to his chair and left him bent over with his lower wrists locked to his ankles.

The final student arrived soon after Ozzy, fifty Pokemorphs all bound in isolation within the dusky room and the door locked from the outside. The lacking ventilation built compounded the collective body heat within, and the scent of frustration as fear, anger, sadness and panic seeped through the teenagers' anxious pores, wafting about in the open air and infiltrating Lavender's nostrils. She gagged once more, bile rising in her throat as the minutes ticked by with no contact from Bruno or any of the other facility staff. Several frailer captives, Nicole included, leaned forward and expelled the contents of their churning stomachs across the metal floor, which only diminished the Espeon's willpower until she followed suit, vomit splashing back between her toes. Lavender's eyes rolled back, the back of her throat burning as she heaved, her body preparing for a second volley until her ears perked at the metallic squeal of the door opening once more.

Bruno entered first, glaring daggers at several captives around the room, Lavender included. As he stepped aside, an older human followed the warden's lead, ducking as he crossed the threshold and smoothing out a few stray strands of wispy white hair from his otherwise smooth cranium. The man, wearing a black suit and tie, took stock of the room. A sneer flashed across his face as he noted the toxic puddles and sickly expressions barely paying him any mind. With a shake of his head, the sneer vanished, replaced by a bright smile as he forced a statement through clenched teeth.

“Well it seems you've been waiting long enough," his voice carried with it a flamboyant lilt, “what do you say? Are you ready to get started?"

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Artwork from Avencri and Upstairstudios