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Phoenix groaned, stirring from a vague, hazy dream in which he'd been seeing the city pass by as a blur.
He was lying on solid flooring. Passing out on the office couch doing paperwork was one thing, but ending up on the floor had to be a new low for him. He was going to be sore all over within a few hours.
(Go figure, Maya's away for training and I pretty much validate everything she's ever said about me not being to take care of--)
... This was not the office floor.
(my... self...?)
Getting his hands down on the floor, Phoenix pushed himself up. The room was dimly-lit, whatever room it was. He winced at a sudden discomfort from his midsection - why was he waking up with a boner, exactly...?
Once he got into a sitting position, he processed that there was a problem here.
He was not in his office. In fact, he didn't recognize this room at all. It looked a bit like an old portable classroom unit he'd had to take a couple of months' worth of his high school English classes in years ago, when his original classroom had been subjected to a prank involving so many foul-smelling items and substances crammed into one stink bomb that the entire wing of the school was quarantined as a biohazard zone until it could be decontaminated. The floors had never been fully restored to their original colour, either, even when the classroom was back in functioning order.
... He'd been sitting for half a minute now, and his erection wasn't dying down. Why did he feel so hot, exactly...? With another uncomfortable twitch, he realized that there was a thin trace of precum in his boxers, like his vague and fading memory of the dream he'd just been having was tastefully omitting some very... erotic details.
His head hurt. He put a hand to his forehead, squinting in the dim lighting.
There was someone else in the room, on the opposite end. He shook to attention and got to his feet, a little shaky.
Crossing the room, Phoenix realized the other occupant was quite familiar - Prosecutor Franziska von Karma was slumped against the wall, snoring softly. It was the most serene Phoenix had ever seen the short-tempered prosecutor, and as he stood there uncertainly, he reflected on the very rarely-occurring observation that Franziska was actually quite beautiful, once you got past her incredibly harsh personality and inferiority complex. And her whip.
(Wait, why the hell...)
He pushed the thought out of his mind. What point was there in standing her staring at her when she was unconscious and might have been hurt? Phoenix dropped to his knees, hesitantly touching Franziska's shoulder. He gently nudged her a bit, and she gave a low groan.
"Uh..."
Franziska stirred awake, similarly to how Phoenix remembered doing so minutes ago. She mumbled something in slurred German.
"Fra--... M-Ms. von Karma?"
He waited, and Franziska finally looked up. Her platinum hair was a bit of a mess.
"Are you alright? Does your head--"
Franziska cut him off when she realized his hand was still on her shoulder, jerking violently away and falling to the floor in her effort to make distance.
"Wh-whoever you are, you have no idea what a mistake you've--..."
She faltered, blinking. One hand had been fumbling for her whip, which Phoenix now realized was missing from its usual place on her hip. Franziska stopped, recognition seeming to dawn on her face. "... Phoenix Wright?" she said, her voice shifting to a softer tone. "Did... explain this."
There was a pause. Phoenix didn't have the slightest idea of how to begin explaining anything.
"... Okay then." he said with a tired sigh. "I just woke up here a minute or two before you did. I have no idea where we are or what happened. My head hurts a bit."
He chose not to mention the fact that he still had a raging hard-on, and hoped it wasn't visibly jabbing into his suit pants. Maybe the dim lighting was helpful for something after all.
Wait, was Franziska blushing...?
She was quiet for a second, definitely formulating a response.
"We've been abducted." she said. "My... my memory of today is less than clear."
Phoenix nodded. He certainly didn't recognize wherever this room was, and if Franziska didn't either, some kind of kidnapping of both of them seemed plausible.
He looked around. There was door at the corner of the room, nearby. No windows whatsoever, and the ceiling didn't look like it had any opening or hatches, nor did the floor.
Rising to his feet and rather self-consciously trying not to move in a way that made the tent in his pants visible, Phoenix moved to the door.
Locked, of course.
"Crap..."
He jumped in shock at Franziska suddenly appearing beside him.
"Hm." she said. "I seem to recall you breaking a door down not long before we first met, Phoenix Wright. In Maya Fey's ancestral home, I believe?"
"R-right..."
He braced his foot against the door, thinking back to something he'd seen once, depicting the most effective way to break a door down.
A knot appeared in his stomach at the knowledge that he'd absolutely just made his boner extremely visible to Franziska.
(Please tell me you didn't look at that spot just now...)
Phoenix gave the door a solid strike, but nothing happened. He tried again, and then a third time.
It was reinforced in some way.
"Dammit..."
Somewhere far away of the dark room currently shared by the confused defence attorney and prosecutor was an observer. This observer had paid quite a substantial amount of money to secure the small, locked building the pair was currently trapped in, their safe transportation to it, and the equipment required for this... experiment, and it was time to justify that extensive spending.
The aphrodisiac both Mr. Wright and Ms. von Karma had been dosed with just before they were locked into the room had no doubt taken full effect by now, so now came the second step.
A computer command was sent, and a piece of machinery in the room with the pair activated.
"Huh...?"
Phoenix turned at the sound of something humming to life at the opposite corner of the room. A flash of laser-like red light scattered across the room, tracing all over him and Franziska for a moment before switching off.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash that left him reeling on the spot, bumping awkwardly into Franziska, who had clearly also been blinded momentarily.
"Agh!"
He struck the wall, scrambling to catch himself. When he threw his arm out, he felt and heard the shoulder of his blue suit tearing open.
Lights swirled in his vision as he blinked to try and see again. The vague shape of Franziska was visible for a second.
"H-hey, are you--"
He stopped when he tried to gesture toward Franziska and felt his sleeve constricting his arm. He winced, suddenly feeling the strain his erection had been putting on his pants getting even worse.
"What the hell is..."
He doubled over in pain at the ongoing increase in pressure on his crotch, and out of desperation began to fumble with his belt to undo it.
There was a sound of fabric tearing coming from both his outfit and Franziska's now, the prosecutor also making confused and alarmed sounds. It was like their clothes had suddenly started getting smaller.
"Ph-Phoenix Wright, if you have anything to do with this-...!!"
"I'm not making it happen, don't act like..."
He had to stop, shakily pulling his shoes off and hurling them away as his feet were crunched inside of them. His socks were so strained they tore when he tried to remove them, and by the time he got through with trying both, he felt his suit jacket tearing apart down the back.
Franziska was somewhere in the midst of a swirl of furious, confused, afraid, and... quite a bit more aroused than was acceptable. What in the hell had happened to make her feel like this? She'd been burning up from the moment Phoenix Wright had woken her up, and now...
Her leggings had been reduced to scraps of torn nylon in just seconds since whatever this feeling was had begun. Her finely-fitted suit and skirt were tearing apart at the seams, and in a few more seconds, they fell away and exposed her torso completely. Her bra strained for a moment or two before its clasp broke, and she gave an enraged gasp, throwing her arms over her chest.
Her outfit had split apart so fast that she was nude now save for the satin panties still covering her--
They tore.
In front of her, Phoenix was only barely behind her in the sudden progression to nudity, his suit jacket reduced to a set of strained sleeves on his arms and his pants dropped to the floor.
Her stomach lurched at the sight of an extremely prominent erection poking right out of his tight boxers, his penis having forced its way out through the buttoned flap at the front of the garment. If she'd had her whip, she would have made him suffer ten lifetimes' worth for whatever thoughts about her had to be fueling his current state.
Of course, she couldn't seem to shake off the arousal she was feeling either. This had to be his fault somehow...
"Ack!"
Franziska realized Phoenix's head had just collided with the ceiling. He'd tried to stand, only to find the room suddenly too small. Her breath hitched in her throat.
It wasn't her clothing that had been the problem, it was her.
Both she and Phoenix were growing, and this dimly-lit room was rapidly running out of space for them.
Nothing would've appeared amiss from outside of the small building, but within half a minute, the structure began to break apart. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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