Phox abuse.

Another day. Another Pokemon. Another wad of cash in my pocket.

Being a Daycare worker situated in the tropical region of Hoenn, I was more than used to this routine by now. Overlooking the ocean, the Battle Resort was where we called home. The Daycare Center was a family business ran by my mother and father, with my siblings working out front and myself, the eldest, behind the scenes. I was tasked with caring for Pokemon dropped off by Trainers. It was a rather challenging job, but boy did it have its perks...

You see, on the surface I'm the image of a quiet, yet diligent young man with a keen interest in Pokemon raising and care and possessing vast knowledge of his field. And well, while that's quite true, underneath it all? I'm also a god damn pervert. And being left alone with a Pokemon in a windowless space for up to hours on end, well... it allows me to live out my deepest, darkest fantasies. It's the perfect job. Each day I get a new toy to play with, then a hefty paycheck once the oblivious trainer comes to get them.

I can still remember the first time I discovered I was into this... it was about a year ago, and a young trainer exploring dropped by the Daycare to leave their Fennekin with us while exploring. This one had quite the attitude on her though. She strutted about the place, looking at us all as if we were unpleasant; beneath her. Even after the trainer said goodbye and that they'd be back later on, still the little fox sneered. I thought perhaps she acting out a bit to seem tough in front of strangers. But still, I felt a hint of irritation.

Once I'd brought her into the back room and set her down to play, the Fennekin stalked off to sit in a far corner, away from me. I steeled myself and tried offering toys and even snacks, to no avail. Eventually, for some reason I found myself reaching out my hand towards her - and gave her tail a sharp yank. She flipped out immediately, releasing a pained yowl and expelling a weak burst of flames. I took advantage of the surprise and shoved the Fennekin to the floor, disregarding the burn and pinning her throat to the floor. She struggled beneath me, trying to bite and scratch, but I was too strong. My heartbeat was thudding in my ears.
That was when I knew.

Nowadays, I'm pretty much an expert at this. I've mentally and physically abused a sizeable sum of Pokemon. I know which ones to look out for - which ones to avoid. Psychic Types, normally. They tend to be more intelligent than average, and I can't afford to have my dirty little secret found out. After sampling so many, of course I'd have a few favorites. However, one Pokemon in particular is quite special... the same Fennekin who helped me realize my fetish, now evolved into a Braixen. Apparently her Trainer finds that she fights harder in battles after staying at the Daycare. If only he knew how much I'd broken his Pokemon down over time...

Today happened to be my "lucky day". That same trainer had come by to drop off his Braixen, and I'd get to have some fun. I was practically rubbing my hands with glee.

[TBC.]