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“First things first,” Steven Stafford called over his shoulder, marching down a tiled hallway with his family’s twelve new Pokemorphs in tow, “we’re making a pit stop. Apparently, my pet Growlithe when I was a kid knew not to piss all over the floors, but some of you aren’t that smart. Our cleaning crew hates dealing with your shit, so let’s make their lives a little easier and prevent any more ‘accidents’ before they happen, hmm?”

Steven directed his charges into an off-white room, reeking of lemon scent that barely masked the overwhelming odor of bleach that permeated the facilities. On one wall rested a long, porcelain countertop dotted with a series of faucets and spigots to activate them; along the other stood a line of open-air toilets, each one accompanied by a dangling roll of ratty toilet paper. The omnipresent fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over this horror movie in the making, and shadowed rusty crease beneath the countertop where flooring met wall.

The human wasted no time zeroing in on the focus of his earlier statement, yanking Dani by the armpit and plunking her down on a latrine. Their eyes focused on Steven, the other females chose their spots, tucking tails out of the way and folding paws over their laps to maintain their modesty as they did their best to obey their man’s volatile orders. Aside from Silas, who boldly squatted beside Dani, coiling his tail around his chosen porcelain base, the rest of the males attempted to display chivalry, turning away and allowing their female counterparts a modicum of privacy.

“None of that shit!” Steven barked, his words ringing directly in Dani’s ear, “you’ve got no problem fucking in front of each other, so this shouldn’t be an issue. Now sit your asses down and quit wasting my fucking time.”

The males took their seats, and one-by-one, the recruits did their business, ducking their heads in shame, focusing on the floor to try and seclude themselves as much as possible in such a public setting. Several even stuffed fingers into their ears to drown out the telltale splashes reverberating from around the room. After the first few teens finished up however, the true measure of humiliation revealed itself; those still seated found their every action scrutinized, urging them to hurry along and break free of the looming audience. Stage fright left Nicole alone at the very end, the Umbreon burying her face in her paws and rocking back and forth on the toilet seat amidst a series of tearful whimpers.

“Alright, alright, give the baby a minute,” Steven announced after a ten minute wait, herding the others into the hallway before snapping at the girl through the open doorway, “you’ve got two minutes!”

Lavender growled and clenched both fists at her sides, ears tilting back as the boy berated her sister. Her tail slashed violently through the air behind her, the fur of each tip fully-bristled and poised to strike. Travis noticed the building fury first, extending an arm and making the Espeon flinch as he soothingly tried to rub at her shoulder. She rounded on the Infernape, baring a set of fearsome fangs at the unsolicited violation of her personal space until the Steven’s derisive laughter drew her attention once more. She revved up her growl, narrowing her eyes and twisting her mouth into an irate grimace before slowly swiveling around to confront the human.

“Ooh, so angry,” he snickered, leaning back against the open doorframe and scratching at his patchwork beard, “am I being too mean to your little baby sister?”

“Leave. Nicole. The fuck. Alone.”

“Am I supposed to scare me? I’ve got bad news for ya, sweetheart: you’re a half-blind, purple, cereal mascot…not a fighter.”

“Leave her. Alone.”

“I heard you the first time,” he sighed, rolling his eyes, “I just don’t give a fuck. I mean, kudos, really, for having bigger balls than most of the guys here…but you’re just pathetic.

“Hell, this bitch,” he reached out and snagged one of Dani’s ear piercings, yanking the Weavile against him, “this bitch can actually back up the whole ‘tough girl’ act. And we just made her piss herself in front of all of you. So what chance do you think you have, kitty cat?”

Before Lavender could respond, the trembling Umbreon emerged through the doorway, arms tucked tightly across her chest. Nicole quickly scooted behind her sister, cowering and lifting one hand to wipe tears from the black fur of her cheeks. This momentary distraction broke the Espeon’s concentration, a look of concern replacing the scowl and erasing what little credibility she had in the eyes of her human opponent. Letting out the deepest of sighs, she slumped her shoulders and turned back to her twin, meeting the tearful Umbreon in a loving embrace and lightly stroking along her spine.

“That’s what I thought,” Steven snorted, swatting the Espeon’s exposed rear and making her yelp in surprise, “now move.”

Lavender growled to herself, resting an arm around Nicole’s shoulders and squeezing her twin close as they trailed along in Steven’s wake. After a short walk down the hall, the human pried open a sliding steel door and ushered the recruits into a large, open room with blue and green tiles covering both the walls and flooring. Two dozen flexible showerheads dangled from the room’s ceiling, swaying slightly as droplets of water leaked onto the slanted floor before rolling into a rusty, central drain; along the perimeter, an array of unlabeled shampoo bottles and generic bars of soap took up residence in various recesses; and in two corners stood enclosed chambers adorned with doors of frosted glass.

“Get yourselves cleaned up,” the human ordered, gesturing at Vivian’s crotch among others, “fuckin’ Arceus, it smells like old sex in here. You’ve got fucking cum everywhere—fucking animals—couldn’t go a day without getting off, could you? Just use the soap, the shampoo, water…whatever the fuck you need, then get dried off in the pods when you’re done. Don’t take all day.”

To the surprise of all, Steven reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and casting it into the hallway. His exposed, pale torso featured a series of scars and teeth marks criss-crossing his chest and halting the flow of coarse brown hair over his prominent pectoral and abdominal muscles. He fished around in his pants pocket and extracted his remote control, affixing it to a small metal chain and hanging it around his neck to rest securely against the pale skin between his collarbones.

The human kicked off his shoes and peeled away his socks, tossing the discarded articles into a pile atop his shirt and wiggling his toes against the cool tile floor. With his feet freed, he deftly popped loose the button on his jeans, unzipping the fly and spreading the denim to expose a deep crimson pair of boxer shorts. Slipping free of his pants, Steven threw them into the growing heap before glancing around to the collection of bewildered Pokemorphs.

“What?” he asked, stretching and arching his back, showing off his musculature, “you didn’t think I’d just leave you in here alone, did you?”

With that, Steven stripped off his boxers, his flaccid member swinging free as it escaped its cotton prison. The now-naked male casually tossed his last stitch of clothing from the room and sealed the door, leaning back against the steel and observing his charges. No one moved, male and female alike unable to look away from the unexpected display of human nudity, so Steven took the initiative and stepped forward, padding into the crowd. Weaving through a sea of shivering tails, the human activated a dozen or so showerheads, filling the room with hot steam and powerful jets of warm water.

Steven snagged a bottle of shampoo from the nearest alcove and roaming the floor, pouring dollops of soapy liquid into unsuspecting manes and scrubbing vigorously. His presence incited the stagnant Pokemorphs to bathe themselves, dreading the male’s dehumanizing touch. A fresh scent drifted through the steam as fur, scales, and amphibian flesh found themselves slick with soap, and dexterous paws roamed the naked landscape, working away the build-up of teenaged grime. After several minutes of steam and serenity, the group began to relax, almost forgetting their predicament entirely.

Longing for her boyfriend’s touch, Vivian pressed herself against Hunter’s bare back, her soapy breasts grinding into the Arcanine’s orange fur. The canine murred, slowing the rhythm of his fingers as they worked through his tangled hair and flexing his back to meet her chest, rough fur teasing her nipples. Despite the overpowering heat of the water flowing over their bodies, Hunter could still feel the warm panting of his lover’s breath as it caressed the back of his neck, and his tail idly wagged, brushing back and forth against the Ninetales’ tingling loins to incite a gasp of vulpine pleasure. Arousal flowed through the couple’s bodies, Hunter’s member stiffening to its full length and flooding the male’s mind with thoughts of ravaging Vivian’s tight body against the shower wall.

“Hands to yourself!” Steven’s voice snapped, shattering the tranquil atmosphere as he yanked Vivian away from the Arcanine and shoved her to the floor at his feet, “for fuck’s sake, do you two just not fucking listen? At all?”

“Back off, asshole,” Hunter growled, glaring down at the smaller, naked male and flexing his claws, “it’s just one of you and twelve of us. That button won’t get all twelve at once.”

Hunter’s flicked his paw forward threateningly and the human nodded skyward in response before a surge of electricity crackled over the Arcanine’s wet fur. The large male crashed to the floor, convulsing and scattering the rest of the recruits as they dodged his flailing limbs. Backed up against the wall, the other Pokemorphs could only watch in horror as Hunter’s body contorted, writhing in pain as the mixture of water and electricity exacerbated his torture. The male began fighting the onslaught and digging his claws into his neck, trying in vain to remove his collar and mixing his blood with the never-ending stream of water. Shrieking at the sight of her boyfriend’s struggling form, Vivian threw herself at Steven’s mercy.

“Make it stop!” she begged, falling to her knees and clutching at the human’s bare hip, “please! You’re killing him! Please stop!”

“Alright…” he whispered, resting his palm atop the Ninetales’ head and stroking behind her ears, “since you asked so nicely.”

The Ninetales cried into Steven’s thigh, and the human offered a signal towards the ceiling. Moments later, Hunter’s suffering ceased, and he collapsed to the floor of the shower, panting and twitching as the remnants of static escaped his body. Vivian’s first instinct pushed her to comfort her lover, but a set of invasive human fingers snared her mane and held her steadfast at Steven’s side. At the human’s insistence, Rickey and Travis hoisted the Arcanine to his feet and propped him up against the wall to recuperate, each boy looking at the other uneasily, shocked by what they’d just witnessed.

“Did you really think I’d just lock myself in here with you animals with no protection?” Steven mocked the horrified crowd around him, “we’ve got cameras everywhere. The remote? Mostly for show. Or for when I wanna get a little more hands-on with one of you. But trust me, you’re covered at all times.”

“Then why the fuck are you even in here?” Silas grumbled, “you ssssure sssseemed eager to sssstrip down with the ‘animalssss.’”

“I’m here,” the human laughed, releasing Vivian before padding over and facing off with the Seviper, “to keep you guys in line. So we don’t need to use the collars. Most of you learn your place real quick, but there’s always some jerkoffs that think they’re tough. And I’m not walking around in wet clothes all day. What, you think I get off on this shit?”

“Yeah. I do.”

Steven’s body contradicted his words, a prominent erection blooming between his thighs and alerting the Seviper to its presence. Silas smirked and flicked a claw against the tip of the human’s engorged member, the obelisk cutting a path through the billowing steam as it swayed back and forth. A faint blush flooded the human’s cheeks for just a moment, before embarrassment slowly transformed into rage. Gritting his teeth, the male smashed a first into the snake’s nose, toppling the unprepared Pokemorph into a heap on the floor. His foot connected with the soft spot between his foe’s thighs, pounding the black, scaly sack up into its Silas’ crotch and forcing the air from the snake’s lungs.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch my dick you fucking faggot!” Steven bellowed, administering another kick to the gut, “the rest of you, hurry the fuck up!”

With two of the five male recruits incapacitated, Steven set his sights on the females once again. Storming over to the fallen and trembling Ninetales, he jerked her harshly to her feet, and pinned her against the wall, pressing a wrist against the back of her neck to hold her in place. Grabbing a bottle of shampoo, he doused Vivian and began lathering her up, aggressively scouring at her fur and invading every nook and cranny of her naked body.

Steven’s throbbing erection invaded the banquet of tails protruding from the vixen’s tight rump, throbbing against the feathery touch of her bristling fur. Encouraged by the sensation, fingers attacked her perky teats, circling the areolae and tugging at the stiffening nipples. Her body quivering beneath the human’s assault, Vivian moaned despite herself, yipping as the pair of groping hands moved southward, caressing her tender mound and the soap-slicked seam of her ass. On the floor, Hunter’s weakened body began to regain some function, but he could only watch helplessly as the human molested his girlfriend.

Steven teased the vixen to the brink of ecstasy before denied her release, instead pulling away and hosing Vivian down with a nearby showerhead to remove any remnants of shampoo from her body. Wet fur clung to her curves, accentuating her femininity as she hungrily delved a paw between her thighs to scratch the tremendous itch within her loins. Before her claws could even enter however, the human pulled her hand away and shoved her towards one of the two frosted chambers in the corner of the room.

Wrenching the door open and forcing her inside, Steven followed suit, grinding his naked body against Ninetales’ as he crammed his way inside a space meant to hold only one individual. The door clicked shut behind the pair, leaving the outline of a pale ass pressing into the glass as the male fumbled with a series of buttons within the chamber. A loud rush of air blasted over the pair for several seconds, and finally the lock clicked open, Steven stepping out alongside a fully dry and puffy Vivian.

“You wait right here,” he ordered, positioning her in one of the room’s few dry spots as the steam immediately began to weigh down her fur, “and don’t you dare touch yourself. Not one finger.”

He ditched the shivering Ninetales there and made his rounds as she fought the urge to indulge her in her carnal desires. Despite several girls making their every effort to hasten the bathing process, he imposed his will upon them all, abusing and molesting each one to the brink of orgasm before leaving them unsatisfied. “They grow tits nice and healthy on the farm, don’t they Big Bird?” “This tight little cunt’s definitely a virgin.” “Big mouth like yours, I bet you suck like a fucking tornado.” “Dark types must’ve lined up for miles to plow this thick ass.”

Second-to-last on his tour, Steven reached Lavender, immediately pulling the Espeon against his bare chest and running a hand over the curve of her hip. Smirking at the girl’s growling response, he plucked the foggy glasses from her face and hooked them onto the chain dangling from his neck, watching her violet eyes glare daggers into the pale blur of his face.

“You know, tough girl…if you were a human, I’d fuck you,” he flirted, sliding his hand back over her tight rump and squeezing the Espeon’s supple flesh, “you’re pretty cute for a ‘morph.”

“Can’t say the same about you.”

“That’s the only reason you’re here,” he ignored her taunt and instead prodded his thumb against Lavender’s pucker, noting the girl’s sharp hiss as he pushed inside, “Allison might think you and you fat little sister are gonna be useful, but let’s be real…it’s not gonna happen. You’re just here to get fucked.”

“By you? ‘If I was human?’ You sure I’d even feel it?”

“I’m bigger than you’ve ever had,” he grunted, demonstrating by grinding his erection against her stomach, “and no, not by me. My dad likes to make threats, but we all know you can’t help yourselves. You’re gonna fuck because that’s all you animals do. Sooner or later, the guys here are gonna run a train on that pretty purple pussy of yours. That’s all you’re good for.”

“You don’t know a fucking thing, asshole.”

“I don’t?” he whispered into her ear and extricated himself from her anus, turning his attention to the Espeon’s tail, “well I read your file, bitch…”

“What’re you—don’t you fucking dare!”

Steven’s fingers closed around the base of Lavender’s tail and squeezed, tugging the nimble appendage before gliding along the wet, purple fur. She lost control almost instantly, mewling and burying her face in the human’s shoulder. Claws scratched desperately at his bare skin, and he laughed, stroking at her tail with one hand and reaching back with the other to tease at her bifurcation. With each caress, her mews fell on deaf ears, the human taking full advantage of her weakness to bend her to his will. Despite every fiber of her being crying out for her to stop, the need overwhelmed them all and she began to reciprocate his affections. Her hips ground forward against his shaft and he immediately released his grip, denying her advances and shoving her away with a hearty chuckle.

“You’re gonna fit right in, aren’t you, slut?” he laughed, “ten bucks says your buddy slips you his little Seviper before the week is out.”

Like the others before her, Steven stuffed the quivering Espeon into the drying chamber and planted her next to Nicole. The scent of her arousal accompanied the ache deep within her loins, and Lavender found herself unable to look at the other girls in spite of their collective humiliation. Trying to distract from her heated desperation, she glanced across the room and found the line of males, trying to play off the effects of the feminine aroma invading their nostrils.

Hunter leaned awkwardly on Rickey, the Zangoose shouldering the hefty Arcanine with his legs still shaking from the earlier electrocution. The canine sported a massive hard-on as he stared, tongue lolling from his muzzle, at Vivian’s untouched and glistening pussy. Silas’ piercings glistened in the shower’s fluorescent lightning as his cock pointed skyward, but the Seviper seemed more focused on stemming the blood still flowing from his nose than ogling the gaggle of nude females. And Hiroki and Travis offered a dichotomy as the Greninja covertly studied every bare, feminine curve, his hands blocking the view of his swollen member, whereas the Infernape hardly paid the bevvy of horny femmes any mind.

Focused on the guys, Lavender didn’t even pay attention as the human set his sights on his final target, the Lopunny already backed against the wall and hugging her long, slender legs her buxom chest in a futile effort to defend against his attack. Tiffany’s reluctance did her no favors, and the human dragging her to the center of the room, displaying her to the crowd and offering no words as he drilled her lower orifices. This treatment differed from Steven’s earlier teasing, fingers pumping rhythmically into her snatch without relenting as the rabbit’s frenzied cries grew more and more feral. A long, squeaking cry drew all eyes to the writhing Lopunny as she bucked into the eager fingers of her captor, her thighs soaked in the passion of her orgasm.

Steven held Tiffany as she collapsed against him, chuffing and panting with slender legs quaking from the aftershocks of her climax. The human never once relented in his attack, drenched fingers working deep into her tight tunnel and rapidly building her to another peak. She came in his arms again and again and again, caramel eyes rolling back as he drove her over the edge, losing her civilized mind in a cloud of feral passion.

Finally relenting, Steven caught the weary Lopunny and lowered her to the floor, directing a jet of water at her crotch to wash away the sticky coating of juices marring her damp fur. He looked around the room at the horde of awestruck Pokemorphs and grinned, raising a triumphant hand to his mouth and sucking the sweet flavor from each and every digit.

“I knew your file was full of shit,” he snarked, kneeling down and lightly tracing a thumb along her slit, “no way you’re really a virgin; you’re called slut bunnies for a reason. You were moaning like a whore the whole fucking time. I’d better make sure though.”

Hooking a hand under one ankle, Steven hoisted Tiffany’s leg into the air and spread her thighs. She realized too late the meaning of his words, the human moving into position and impaling her dripping cunt in one swift stroke of his pulsing phallus. Around the room, the recruits watched in horror as the Lopunny screamed in pain, squirming and trying to escape from beneath her Master’s ruthless intrusion. He released her ankle and pinned her wrists to the floor to stop her desperate flailing, a sinister smile crossing his lips as the Tiffany clenched her eyes shut, unwilling to look into the face of her rapist. Hints of blood gleamed off Steven’s cock as he rocked his hips in and out, her virginal tunnel squeezing at his shaft to force him away and only intensifying his thrusts.

Already pent-up from teasing her predecessors, Steven erupted after only a few thrusts, pumping a hot, creamy load into the Lopunny’s battered pussy. He pulled free halfway through his climax, grunting as he sprayed his seed over Tiffany’s juicy curves. Panting, he collapsed beside the Pokemorph, propping himself up and licking his lips as the scalding waters rained down and wash away the mixture of cum, blood and tears matting her fur. Leaning in, he brushed a few damp strands of pink hair from her face and dragged his tongue over her throat before making contact with her muzzle in a forceful kiss.

“You’re one tight piece of ass,” he whispered, breaking the kiss and panting his hot, tainted breath into her face, “almost made it worth fuckin’ an animal. Arceus knows I fuckin’ needed it, having to babysit a bunch of naked Pokemon sluts.”

Steven looked up at the horrified expressions on the faces of Tiffany’s compatriots and gave them all a cocky wink before scooping the exhausted Lopunny and allowing the water to wash away the evidence of his sin. Setting her down, he took his time shutting off each and every last nozzle, his semi-erect member swinging proudly with every step against the damp tile. Gathering Tiffany up once more, he carried her to the dryer, sharing the device as he’d done with Vivian and emerging clean, dry and hardly looking the part of a despicable bastard.

Shunting Tiffany off to the Sandra (the nearest Pokemorph), Steven crossed the room, splashing through a few minor puddles en route to unlocking the shower door and allowing access to the hallway. He whistled and jabbed a thumb at the open doorway, watching the shell shocked Pokemorphs file past him and bestowing an occasional slap to an unfortunate set of female hindquarters. Gathering up his clothing, the human dressed once more, shaking a few stray droplets of water from his long, brown hair and stretching nonchalantly before reclaiming Tiffany from the Blaziken. He ducked his head beneath the bunny’s slender arm for support and helped her fragile footsteps trudge down the hallway—though it did not go unnoticed that this act of kindness was coupled with the rough groping of her girl’s exposed breast.

Cowering towards the back of the line, Nicole and Xiu Bai huddled together, doing whatever they could to avoid the male’s unwanted affections. Snippets of whimpered conversations flowed between the two girls, expressing sorrow for Tiffany and her stolen virginity, and a particular fear from the Mienshao of a similar horrifying scenario. Lavender, however, displayed a far more callous outlook on the whole ordeal, mumbling to the surprisingly stoic Weavile marching at her side.

“I’m just glad it wasn’t me.”

All characters © Inviso

Artwork from Avencri and Upstairstudios