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Lavender could tell her daily routine had changed when the typical custodial duo arrived early to the kennel, and a chorus of yips, yelps, and moans drifted through the air. Twice they passed her cell, and twice Bruno arrived soon after to escort a nude, shivering Pokemorph past Lavender's cell. The first time, he accompanied a lanky Typhlosion girl whose timid efforts at cupping her hands between her legs outweighed the need to conceal her bared breasts. And the second time, a series of long, passionate bleats preceded the march of a chubby Ampharos girl stumbling after her captor.

Lavender resided in the row's third cell, and so the duo arrived at her cage, carting a full arsenal of cleaning supplies: two buckets brimming with steaming, scented suds, an array of loofahs and scrub brushes, a kit of various toiletries, and a set of white cotton towels in several different sizes. Not missing a beat, the female (a blonde with frustratingly flawless teeth, who Lavender had learned was named Jill) plucked a sponge from the cart and dunked it into the first bucket. Withdrawing her moistened hand, she squeezed a sufficient amount of water back into the bucket before pushing aside Lavender's long, black hair and applying the sponge to the back of her neck. For a brief moment, the Espeon relaxed as the sponge moved in slow, concentric circles over her neck and down to her shoulders, releasing miniature streams of soothing water down her bare back.

Across the cage, Jill's partner (a mousey redheaded boy named Brendan, with an acne-scarred chin) maintained one hand on the cart at all times. His gaze shifted from the floor, to Lavender, and back to the floor, repeating the process in an infinite loop as he fidgeted and scuffed his feet against the concrete. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, Lavender uncomfortably shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying not to focus on the young male's scrutinizing stares, but eventually self-consciousness overwhelmed her. The Espeon, briefly cast a glance over her shoulder to find Jill scrubbing at her upper back, and took the opportunity to raise her arms, cupping her palms over her chest and concealing her all-too-prominent nipples. Several minutes passed and Lavender's shift in position had been noticed by the boy, whose cheeks flushed a bright scarlet while he turned away, only watching her bath out of the corner of his eye. Of course, this lack of action earned him the ire of his partner.

“Bren!" Jill snapped over Lavender's shoulder, her biting voice ringing sharply in close proximity to the Espeon's ear, “again? We're never gonna finish in time if you keep standing around."

“Oh uh," he stammered, “yeah, right. I'm uh…yeah."

“Just get your ass over here. Holy Arceus, we've already done this like, a dozen times. I shouldn't need to yell at you this much to do your job; she's just an animal."

Lavender growled at that last remark, shaking her head and smacking the blonde in the face with a clump of black hair. Jill groused, plucking several strands from her half-open mouth, and retaliated, grabbing the Espeon's left arm and yanking it away from her breast as the warm sponge began working its way into the fur of her armpit. The freed nipple quivered in the open air, seeming to entice the shy boy as he located the second sudsy bucket and joining Jill in attending to their duties. Kneeling just shy of the growing puddle of water at Lavender's feet, Brendan applied a scrub brush to the Espeon's toes, working between the petit digits and scouring what dirt had accumulated in captivity.

The pair worked in tandem for some time, wordlessly bathing the bared Espeon and allowing only the scratches of brush and sponge against fur to resonate through the cell. Jill completed her sweep of Lavender's arms, pulling the limbs down to her sides so they could drip dry, and once more leaving her supple mammaries exposed. She finished off the Espeon's back and moved down to the fur surrounding her tramp stamp, the growing dampness migrating lower to Lavender's ass. Brendan took a different path, working heartily through the fur and over the tense muscles of Lavender's thighs, leaving no spot untouched until halted at her hips. He focused intently at the task at hand, his face inches from her womanhood as he dragged the warm moisture of a sponge back and forth along the length of her slit. Lavender mewled, rotating her wrist and flashing her claws at the boy, but her threats flopped as he appeared to have greater concerns. With each aroused yelp the Espeon made, Brendan paused and peeked around her backside, ensuring Jill's blissful ignorance towards his actions.

Eventually, Brendan grew bored, or perhaps realized his molestations were becoming too obvious, and continued his journey up the Espeon's body. Lavender cursed him inwardly, her loins throbbing from the attention and desperate after over a week of denying her basest of urges. Butterflies floated through her stomach as the boy scrubbed at her midriff; he had moved far enough away to deny her release, yet remained near enough that the sensation of warmth still danced across her pussy with each application of the loofah. Jill exacerbated the situation as she reached the Lavender's tail, grasping the appendage and caressing along its tender length, the touch of each slippery wet inch coursing through her nervous system.

The blonde reached Lavender's tail fork, and the Espeon succumbed to her primal instincts. A loud yowl erupted from deep within her chest, scattering her attendants as several hissing aftershocks soon followed. Legs wobbling, the Pokemorph collapsed to her knees, spreading her thighs atop the soapy pool of discarded bathwater as her tail stiffened, enthusiastically wagging and tugging her firm rump along for the ride. Her eyes clamped shut and she blocked out the world, erasing Brendan, erasing Jill, erasing Nicole just one cage over, and focusing solely on the starving ache buried deep within her loins.

One arm, still soaking wet from Jill's earlier ministrations, found her muzzle, lips suckling upon two digits while her wrist nestled snuggly within her panting cleavage. She slurped hungrily, desperately at her hand, teeth biting into the soft fur hard enough to leave marks. The other arm applied no love or tenderness, executing its mission with ruthless efficiency. She swiftly dug four fingers into her slippery cunt, swallowing each one to the knuckle, and her thumb pressed against her delicate button, working it over like one of Nicole's video game controllers. A wash of warm juices flowed over her wrist and she meowled louder, feral moans echoing through the kennel with little chance of ceasing.

Lavender collapsed backward, her shoulders hitting the paved floor and pressing up, forcefully arching the girl's back and bucking her hips into the violet drilling of fingers and claws alike. She clenched her eyes shut and twisted her mouth into a toothy smile as she dragged the backs of her knuckles up against the wet, pink flesh of her inner walls. A wash of fantasies and memories flooded through her mind, blurring the line between fiction and reality as her imagination substituted various partners in place of her masturbatory motions.

Her muzzle wrapped around the thick black member of her best friend Damon, having lost a bet that in retrospect he'd most certainly cheated to win. At the time however, the lean Houndoom simply shot her a victorious smirk, meeting her upward gaze and offering a satisfied growl as he gripped a handful of hair at the back of her head, and pumped a load of spicy cum down the back of her throat. Her purrs vibrated along his shaft the whole way, and not a single drop escaped her lips as she savored his sperm on their way into her inviting stomach.

Tobias, her Toby, pistoned between her thighs, his wild Mightyena cock hilting deep within her juicy snatch. A pair of sturdy paws hooked up under her knees, hiking her legs into the air as he pumped in and out of her succulent pussy, each thrust slapping his balls against her tight ass. They were slaves to their passions by that point, meowing and roaring like feral Pokemon as two bodies became one. After one final plunge, Tobias howled, maintaining just enough composure to extricate himself from her heat-ravaged cunt before exploding and spraying his thick, creamy seed all over her bare face and tits. Lavender responded in kind, bucking up against him and clutching at his neck as she shuddered through a much-deserved orgasm.

Back in her cage, Lavender panted ravenously, a trickle of drool rolling from the corner of her mouth as her tongue lolled over her bared jaws. Rigid nipples topped the sharp rise and fall of her breasts, accompanied by animalistic gasps of 'Espeon.' And between her thighs, two fingers dangled from her quivering loins, glistening with lust as the other pair continued twitching about within, dragging out her climax. Her eyes opened, narrow slits finding the pair of humans gawking at her shamefully public display: Brendan's mouth agape as he held a damp loofah against his crotch in a failed attempt to hide he erection, and Jill's nose whistling as she clamped a hand over her mouth in an effort to suppress giggles. Lavender's eyes rolled back and her hips bucked up one last time, squirting the last of her orgasmic fluids into the teeming puddle beneath her, and collapsed in weary satisfaction.

After a few moments of recovery from what they'd just witnessed, the pair quickly resumed their task. Tentatively approaching the Espeon's prone form, Jill dragged a bucket close and reached down, tugging the girl's hand free from the honey pot and dunking it into the soap to wash away the sticky remnants of her animalistic pleasure. Brendan knelt between Lavender's outstretched thighs and once again applied the warm, soapy sponge to her shimmering labia, receiving an ambiguous growl. Eyes darting quickly up to a distracted Jill, his index finger snuck between the Espeon's trembling lips, her slick womanhood seeming to coax him further. He blushed and hiccupped, chuckling softly to himself as he withdrew his hand and pulled a new brush from the cart to finish washing her lower body.

Jill reached around the Espeon from behind and plucked away her glasses, setting them on a dry portion of the floor. The blonde then poured half a bucket over Lavender's head, digging her fingers into the wet, black mane and untangling knots of dirt and grime within. Brendan moved up the Pokemorph's sides, slowly scrubbing at her abdomen and teasing between her ribs, his grins growing more and more brazen with each harried mewl. A loofah dragged its way up into her cleavage and circling around each perky breast before falling away, the boy vigorously working his fingers through her soft fur and prodding at the erect pink nubs poking out of the violet background. Her brain trying frantically to control the out-of-control sensations racing through her body, Lavender's quaking hand rose, fixing to push him away, but a splash into the redhead's face ended that notion.

Jill rolled her eyes, looking down upon Brendan as he sputtered and wiped his face off, drying his hands in the damp, furry towel before him. His face reddened and he sheepishly brushed at the Espeon's neck and collar bone, actively laboring to avoid her erogenous zones for the rest of her bath. Nearly finished, Jill helped Lavender to her feet and propped her shaky form against the wall. Lavender's claws scratched at the bricks, her breasts squished into the cold surface as the blonde yanked aside her tail, dutifully scrubbing at the seam of her ass and the rim of her anus. Looking back over her shoulder, she shivered, noticing Brendan's intense gaze and for once glad that her collar suppressed her psychic abilities. She could only imagine the thoughts running through the young human's head.

Sufficiently clean, Jill wrapped several towels around the Espeon, briskly drying her off and leaving the girl's fur puffed up and unkempt. Apparently no longer welcome to touch the prisoner, Brendan spirited away to produce a mop and clean up the excess water littering the floor. In his absence, the blonde handed Lavender a comb and returned her glasses, leaving the Espeon to her own devices as she went to work with a hairbrush, flattening down each inch of fur the Espeon had until her body looked as sleek and well-maintained as she kept it at home. Lavender took her time, dragging the comb through the length of her hair and easing away several snarls along the route.

Though beneath her fur, soft flesh still tingled in the aftermath of the Espeon's orgasm, the simple act of personal hygiene returned a sense of calm and normalcy. Soon, Lavender was brushing her teeth and gargling mouthwash, washing away over a week's worth of second-class meals. The rhythmic swishing of Brendan's mop filled her ears as Jill produced a hair dryer, focusing on the scalp, where black transitioned to purple at the roots. After several minutes of burning air directly against the Espeon's skull, her attendant held up a small bottle of hair dye, shaking it several times before recoloring Lavender's roots for a uniform appearance. Her coat glossy and her whole body tingling from the care and attention, Lavender felt for the first time in her whole ordeal that her luck was changing.

Unfortunately, that feeling of euphoria was short-lived. Brendan set aside the mop and uncoiled a red leather leash from the cart, connecting it to the ring on Lavender's collar. Giving a sharp tug, he marched the Espeon to her cell door, where she found Bruno standing outside. She had no idea how long he'd been watching her, or how much of the process he'd witnessed, but the sleazy, menacing smile plastered across his face left a pit of dread at the bottom of her stomach. Unlocking her cage, he snatched the end of her leash away from the redhead, and dragged his charge out into the hallway.

“Lavender!"

Glancing towards the voice, Lavender saw Nicole as she passed by her sister's cage. The Umbreon's face pressed against the bars, gripping tightly at the iron as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Lavender made a move to the side, wanting to touch her sister, to pat her hand and tell her things would be okay, but Bruno wrenched the leash sharply, hobbling the Espeon as she crumpled to the floor. He offered no reprieve, choking her as the tether drew her back to her feet, stumbling behind his steady gait. Nicole called out her name once more and was disappeared from sight, the Espeon passing further caged Pokemorphs along the length of her journey.

Self-consciousness overwhelmed her as she discovered that several cages contained males, classmates from the academy who now eyed her nude form with a mixture of surprise and arousal. Bruno blatantly slowed his pace as he passed these cells, and Lavender shook her hair into her face, disguising herself as best she could while clutching tightly at her chest and crotch in an effort to maintain her modesty. As Bruno emerged from the kennel hallway, Lavender took one look back at the row of barred doors behind her, noting the emergence of Jill and Brendan as they unlocked Nicole's cage. The Espeon opened her mouth in a vain attempt to call for her sister, but her captor harshly pulled her away, through a swinging door and out of sight.

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Artwork from Avencri and Upstairstudios