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One at a time, a series of elegantly-jumpsuited workers filed through the open hatchway at Bruno's direction, passing the bald man as he scurried off, muttering about stage preparations. Taking care to step around the various pools of sickness, the humans moved along the line of captured Pokemorphs and began plucking individuals from the bindings of their chairs. Daisy Flannery, Morris Quarlo, Penny Dixon, Jackson Neilsen…Bruno freed each Pokemorph's limbs while a handler looped a velvet cord through their collar. One-by-one, the handlers produced wash cloths, brushing away any oxidized residue clinging to their charges' limbs and hindquarters before tugging their fancy leashes and escorting them into the dim void of the hallway.

Ten minutes passed, sometimes more, and the process began anew, the room's population slowly vacating and leaving a bare void along the wall in their wake. On his turn, as he massaged his contorted back, Ozzy called back a declaration of love to his girlfriend, gazing over his shoulder at the Umbreon's trembling form. Nicole reciprocated his affections, blowing a kiss and outstretching her digits in a feeble attempt to reach the Ariados before he vanished into the abyss. Watching her boyfriend fade from view, Nicole retreated into the scruff of her sister's neck, quavering breaths huffing into the Espeon's fur. For her part, Lavender's chin did the best it could, consoling back and forth through the Umbreon's purple mane while releasing a deep sigh.

The pattern continued, looping around the border until the mounting emptiness reached Lavender. Her eyes closed and she continued nuzzling at her twin, her chest rising and falling as the Espeon concentrated on the isolated sound of every breath. In, and out. In, and out. In, and out. Nothing else mattered; the chatter died a little more with each exit as the captive Pokemorphs contemplated what lay beyond the darkened portal that had already claimed so many of their compatriots. In, and out. In, and out. In, and out. Lavender's mind raced, attempting to decipher her impending fate and building a headache as she restrained herself from the use of her psychic abilities. In and out. In and out. In and out. Hardened footsteps clacked along the metal walkway, drawing nearer with every step. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was time at last.

A brunette with short, spiky hair ducked through the open hatch, nodding a greeting at Bruno as she crossed the room towards Lavender. The warden unlocked the Espeon's wrists, first the left, then the right, the girl's lilac-furred fingers refusing to untangle from those of her sister. As he moved to her ankles, kneeling down over the congealing contents of Lavender's stomach, the brunette advanced, unspooling a leash from her open palm. The girl leaned in, unblinking eyes locked with the Pokemorph's while the tether secured itself around her neck. Lavender's feet swung loose, rotating around the joint as circulation restored, and her arms rose from their position, quaking as pins and needles spread across their violet surface.

Ignoring the humans, Lavender exercised this new modicum of freedom to drape herself across Nicole's trembling body, returning the Umbreon's earlier embrace in full force. Clutching at the back of her sister's head, Lavender cooed soothingly in her twin's ear as the taut leather collar dug into the tender flesh of her through, cutting off her breathing before yanking her away. The Espeon gasped and sputtered, stumbling backwards as the collar towed her away. Spinning around to face the door, she steeled herself for the inevitable, but her tail betrayed her, drooping timidly between her legs. She stumbled once more as the brunette offered another forceful yank towards the hatch, and Lavender fell forward, her arm ripped behind her as Bruno's meaty hand caught and stabilized the Espeon. He shoved her forward, closer and closer to oblivion until the darkness loomed over her.

Wheezing and shaking, Lavender braced her paws against the doorframe, stalling for one last look back. Damon gritted his teeth, jaw jutting forward as the Espeon noted his posture, prepped and ready to attack. She offered a half smile as her swooping gaze continued around the room in search of her sister. Nicole's wide eyes met hers, puffy pink encircling her irises as the Espeon caught the faintest glimmer of fluid building over their surface. Her lip quivered, mouth agape yet unable to offer a final farewell to her other half, so Lavender took the initiative. She only managed to mouth 'I love' before the moment ended, those last few seconds of eternity snatched away in an instant as the reluctant Pokemorph staggered into the unknown.

“The name's Madison," the brunette barked after several corridors or silence, “you're to keep your hands to yourself, and keep your muzzle shut when we get to the showroom. Otherwise I'll just choke the shit outta you and not a single person will give a shit. Got it?"

“Whatever," Lavender groused in response, nostrils flaring, “where are you taking me?"

“Where are you taking me…" Madison trailed off, smirking down at the Espeon and tugging at her leash.

“Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me."

“Ahem."

“Ugh! Where the fuck are you taking me, Madison?"

“I just told you, kitty cat. We're going to the showroom."

“What is the showroom? …Madison."

“That's better," the girl laughed, adopting a condescending baby voice to respond, “the showroom is where you're gonna meet a nice new mommy or daddy who are going to pay a lot of money to take you home with them."

“What? What the fuck? You're gonna fucking sell me? I'm not some fucking slave!"

“Ah ah."

“Madison!"

“There ya go. And you're right. You're not a slave," Madison continued walking, turning down a new hallway and snagging Lavender's collar to pin her harshly against the wall, “you're a fucking animal. I know you think you're think you're this badass bitch 'cause you've got an attitude, but I've seen hundreds of posers like you come through this place. And at the end of the day? You're nothing special. You're just a mewling little cunt who's gonna end up as training fodder for a 'morph that's worth a damn. You know what else? Whatever Pokemon ends up bleeding your sorry ass in the arena? A fucking animal, just like you. So that's how this works. We're gonna do whatever the fuck we want with you, and you're lucky that means selling you off the first chance we get."

“Bitch!" Lavender snapped, straining in the girl's grasp, limbs flailing as her claws darted forth to tear at the fabric of her jumpsuit. A sharp knee planted itself firmly into the Espeon's groin, breath catching in her throat as she doubled over. One hand released the collar, whizzing through the air in a balled fist to connect with the soft lilac flesh of her cheek, sending Lavender sprawling to the grated metal. Blood dripped from her nose and glasses rested askew across her face as she clutched her stomach, writhing on the floor. A swift boot to the gut rolled the Espeon onto her back, forcing a chirp from her lungs as she tried regaining her breath. Madison squatted at her victim's side, producing a rag from her back pocket and mopping away the crimson stain forming on Lavender's upper lip.

“That's what I thought," the human scoffed, rising to her feet and forcibly pulling Lavender along for the ride, “one punch, all it took. You've never been in a real fight in your life. It's easy to be tough when you hide behind some magic powers…but that shit's gone now. Unless we say so. So do us both a favor and learn your place, 'cause fucking you up is a waste of my time."

Lavender collapsed back against the wall, fur bristling instinctively as she gasped and coughing, ears ringing. A mess of hair dangled over her face like something out of a horror movie, and Madison snagged several handfuls as she combed it back, half-heartedly fixing the mess she'd made. Before moving her hands away, she caught the Espeon's chin, grimacing as a blast of violent air expelled from the girl's lungs into her face. She reached up with a free hand to adjust the Pokemorph's glasses and pin open her eyelids, ensuring the focus of her captive gaze.

“Do we understand each other now?" Madison asked rhetorically, coercively nodding Lavender's head, “good girl."

Callously shoving the Espeon away, Madison reclaimed the leash discarded amidst the scuffle, and continued guiding Lavender through a lengthy corridor that grew less and less disheveled with each superfluous doorway. Rusted plating gave way to creamy, flowered wallpaper, and militaristic hatchways became lacquered wooden doors, adorned with glimmering golden knobs; embroidered tapestries and intense Pokemorph battle artwork decorated the walls, illuminated by crystalline light fixtures dangling from above. Neck twisting from side to side, Lavender gaped at the sudden transition of opulence, awestruck by the sheer size and variety the facility had to offer. Still sore from her earlier lesson however, she wasted no time admiring the craftsmanship around her, speeding along to keep pace with Madison's swift footsteps.

The pair reached their terminus: a doorway with a red velvet curtain draped halfway across the open space. Peering beyond the fabric, Lavender beheld a wide, carpeted stage with a solid mahogany lectern situated at the forefront. The bald man commanded said lectern, condensation forming over the wrinkles of his elongated forehead beneath a set of blistering lights overhead. He noticed the Espeon and her handler and curtly nodded, extending his hand invitingly in their direction. Taking the cue, Madison compelled Lavender through the door and onto the stage, moving behind her charge with leather soles nipping at the Pokemorph's heels until the duo stood beside the podium.

From center stage, Lavender looked out to find an extravagant auditorium, filled with dozens upon dozens of humans dressed in a sea of tuxedos and sequined dresses. Crystalline flutes peppered the crowd as silk gloves caressed the smooth glass, all attention fixated on the newest attraction to grace the stage. Eager eyes ravaged the Espeon's naked body, gliding over her perky tits, tattooed torso, and bared furry snatch. Trembling arms shifted defensively, inching their way towards her rigid, pink nipples and her slick womanhood as the motion elicited titters from around the room. In response, Madison snatched Lavender's wrists back to her sides, leaving her vulnerable to the wave of sensual gazes fondling every inch of exposed flesh and fur.

“Ladies and gentlemen," the bald man spoke into the podium's microphone, clearing his throat and annunciating every syllable, “next up for bid with have lot number Three Three Seven Seven Dash One Nine Six Bee: Miss Lavender Evans, an Espeon, seventeen years of age, from West Jay Lake, Neo Johto. Thirtieth in her graduating class at the Neo Johto Battle Academy, her combat focus is defensive through the use of various barrier skills, and her natural ability, Magic Bounce, deflects all outside attempts at combat-hindering effects. In addition, she is skilled in psychic manipulation and other non-contact attacks. She has 20/70 eyesight and requires her eyeglasses to be combat effective, and also has allergies to silver and shellfish. Now as always, if you wish, please feel free to inspect her."

He nodded to Madison, and the girl tugged Lavender's leash, drawing her across the stage to a small set of stairs leading down into the zealous throng of humanity. Several patrons already moved into position at the base of the platform, loupes, monocles and glasses affixed to their faces to further examine the nubile Espeon. Lavender panted faintly as bare footsteps descended the staircase behind her handler, a swarm of outstretched fingertips already running across her silky coat.

Madison steered the pair into the midst of the crowd, smiling and nodding at various clienteles as they passed. The Espeon mewled as the mob assaulted her stripped form, rough digits squeezing and pinching at every inch of flesh they could reach. Her bared claws swung uselessly at the open air as her arms tugged and maneuvered their way to each interested buyer. The more adventurous humans pushed close, their warm breath washing over Lavender's pelt as they thoroughly scrutinized the contours of her body. Sharp gasps emerged from the girl's muzzle as depraved fingers brushed stray fur away from her sensitive areolae, circling and tweaking the erect nubs. Others stooped at her waist, combing the lilac fuzz from her labia and tracing smooth gloves along her shamefully glistening womanhood. Several strokes at her tail left the Espeon fighting back moans as the appendage stiffened behind her, inviting undesired attention to her tail hole. A flurry of invading pokes and prods tested the rim of her anus, and Lavender's pucker tightening in response as she bit back a whining moan.

The tour continued for several minutes until every patron had grown intimately familiar with the trembling Pokemorph. Emerging from the audience, Madison guided Lavender back onstage, where the Espeon reclaimed her spot at the side of the lectern, panting fervently and digging her claws into the curve of her hips. Beside the girl, the bald man raised a hefty wooden gavel, rapping it against the podium and silencing the tumultuous crowd.

“Having taken all variables into account," he announced, “we will start the bidding at ninety thousand credits. Do I hear ninety?"

A male arm raised at the back of the room, followed by another towards the center. Two further bidders joined the fray, the quartet rapidly boosting Lavender's price to 135 thousand credits before the first of them dropped out. The amount inflated to 185 before another customer ceased his bids, leaving just two to go head-to-head. The first, a young black man in his late twenties, offered a solid 190. Neck craned towards the Espeon on-stage, his eyes darted over to his opposition, a pale, young brunette in a floor-length red gown, with deep plum streaks striping her hair. The female countered, boosting the price to 195 thousand and prolonging the war.

“Two hundred thousand."

“Two ten."

“220 thousand."

“Two thirty."

“240 thousand."

“Two fifty."

“Two hundred and…" the man paused, covering his mouth and stroking at the fine layer of stubble coating his chin, “Two hundred and sixty thousand."

“Two seventy," the brunette challenged with no hesitation, never once glancing away from her prize on-stage. Her opponent's fingers caught his upper lip, nibbling at it for a few moments before prompted by the bald man for a continuation. He looked to his motionless foe and sighed, surrendering his position and bowing out of the battle. After one final call for bids, the gavel hammered down, signaling a winner. The slightest hint of a smirk crossed the brunette's face as she unclasped her handbag and fished around within until producing a checkbook and pen. Lavender paid rapt attention, her skin still tingling from the earlier molestation as the girl scribbled away. Abruptly however, she found herself on the move once more, Madison directing her away from the din of the audience and through an exit door opposite the curtain she'd passed on entry.

All characters © Inviso

Artwork from Avencri and Upstairstudios