"Aww, aren't you just precious when you're concussed. I knew you'd make a great addition to the collection."
Collection? What the hell? The vulpix was still woozy from the kick to the head, but he could tell that he was still in the bird's claws, and that she was moving. She was fast, too fast for his addled brain to fully process everything. One minute he was staring down at the wood of the gym's floors, then tiles, then grass. It all rushed past faster than he could keep track of, and from time to time he would black out. The slam of a heavy, metal door jolted him back to his senses, what little were working in the strange place. It was dark, too dark to really get a good look at his surroundings. He could hear pathetic whimpering mixed with lustful panting, neither sound putting his mind at ease.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light the vulpix was treated to a worrying sight. He was in a building, more of a shed really. It had long since been abandoned, though it appeared to have once been a tool or storage shed. It was mostly empty, save for a few sparsely filled shelves, some cooking utensils, a few devices of unknown purpose, and a grimy window. Though these hardly mattered to the vulpix, as he soon found the source of the sounds he had heard. Chained all along the walls were pokemon, seven in total, not counting himself or their captor. There was a growlith chained to the wall on a short collar, who looked up at the two with frightened eyes. Two males, a weavile and a zangoose, were shackled to the wall, sitting and clearly excited, though whether they were excited to see the bird or the fox had yet to be determined. A mawile and aipom were tied against each other in the corner, the pair wriggling against their bonds and grinding into the other. Finally there was a female lopunny straddling a wooden wedge in the center of the room, her arms tied to chains hanging from the ceiling and legs bound to weights on either side of the wedge.
"Welcome to your new home," the blaziken said with a cruel smile. Casually she tossed the fox against the wall next to the two eager males and shackled his arms against the cold stone. "Now, what to call you?" The bird looked over one of the shelves, which now that he was closer the vulpix could tell was covered with many collars.
"But I already have a name, it's-"
"Oh don't bother with that." The blaziken interrupted. "Your old life is done and gone, this is your new life, and you need a new name. I'm thinking..."
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