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An anonymous commission featuring a Buizel “Princess” getting a similar treatment to the Lucario from this story: https://www.weasyl.com/~unownace/submissions/2506155/a-lucario-s-pre-execution-surgery

Attached story below. Enjoy. >:3

“MMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMM!”

What was happening? Where was he? Why was he bound so firmly and muzzled…with what felt and tasted like a rubber bulb stuffed inside his mouth no less? He struggled and squirmed against his restraints but to no avail. Despite the silky softness of the fabric enveloping him from neck-to-toe and swaddling him in a straitjacket-like self-hug, the rather frilly outfit he was trapped in seemed practically indestructible. Even his tail was strapped down. And while the big poofy skirt obscured his view of his feet, he could tell he was also wearing very tight shoes and…tights? Only thing was there seemed to be an opening right at the area between his legs, leaving his nether exposed to the cold air…made all the worse by the straps holding him down to the firm padded surface that seemed half-way between a bed and a table firmly kept his feet wide apart and his torso and head laid flat. He was utterly helpless. “Mmmmmmmmm…!”

He continued to try and call out to anyone…anything in the dark… Guards, servants, Mother or Father…but no one heeded his muffled pleas. All he could hear besides his own panicked murmurs and shuffling against is bonds was the faint sounds of running water, clinking of small metal tools and…rubber…?

And the smell… Pungent but sterile, like a medical office…for that matter the surface he was restrained to felt like something a doctor’s office would have…but why was it so cold and dark?! Were there any nurses or doctors around?! Why weren’t they helping him?!

He tried to remember how he got here…what was he doing before this…? That’s right, he was with his parents; the King and Queen; on their royal yacht. There was an explosion…canon fire? Were they set upon by pirates? The captain hurried them below-deck, but water was rushing in…there was panic and confusion…they got separated…the ship was sinking! The deck flooded so fast he’d no choice but to try and escape…he found and open hatch and swam to shore, but then…gah, he couldn’t remember! He must’ve blacked out… Was that was he was here? Was he being treated for injuries? But then why was he bound and gagged? In a frilly blue dress?! Where were Mother and Father, the captain, the crew, the servants, anyone?! “MMMmmmmmmmm…!”

He grunted and moaned into his gag until his chest and throat grew sore. He panted for breath; even being a water-type he could only take in so much air through only his nostrils. Just as he felt like he might black out again from exhaustion, he was nearly blinded by harsh fluorescent lights switching on in the room.

What was before just a single tiny dangling light bulb directly above him bright enough only to illuminate the surface he was strapped down to was now at least a dozen tube-like ceiling lights that softly buzzed with electricity. Even though he couldn’t turn his head very much he shifted his eyes as far as they’d go in every direction to see what definitely looked like a room one would find in a hospital; sterile white cupboards, stainless steel sinks, counters covered in various sharp metal tools, boxes of rubber gloves and jars filled with various fluids…and then there was what he assumed must be the doctor; a Gothitelle in a long light-blue-green button-up lab gown, matching rubber gloves and a medical mask. She turned toward him and strode over with a soft click of her shoes with each step.

“Mmmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!” The Buizel Prince desperately tried to call out to her, hoping she would release him from these absurd restraints and explain to him what on Earth was going on…but to his horror it seemed she was paying him no heed. Just a cold gaze towards his helpless form and then to the sets of sharp tools on the end table in the corner. Without a word she wheeled said table over to his side; upon which he could see various sharp metal scalpels, knives, needles, wads of gauze, and…thread…? He started to sweat with terror. What was going on?! “MMMMMMMMM!”

The Gothitelle doctor placed a gloved hand over his exposed nose, cutting of his air and silencing him completely. “Please try to be quiet, Princess. Struggling will do you no good. This will be much easier if you remain still.”

‘Princess?!’ She’d said it with such cold absolution that there was not even a hint of sarcasm in her voice…did…did she actually believe he was his sister…?! Is THAT why he was in this outfit…?! Come to think of it, he could recall his sister wearing dresses very similar to this on the few occasions he actually got to see her outside of her royal quarters…

With only gloved hand still pressed firmly down on his snout the Gothitelle held up a syringe and explained flatly, “This is a local anesthetic. It will make what comes next feel like little more than a little snip and some cold pinches. So just try to relax.” Se maneuvered the needle below his big frilly blue skirt out of sight. While he couldn’t see it anymore, he felt exactly where she used it; right next to his exposed nether region. He winced and twitched his tails and feet as the cold needle penetrated his sensitive skin. The doctor withdrew the needle and discarded it in a plastic bag on the end table. “There, now this should go very smoothly.” She then reached for a roll of what looked like medical tape. “I’m going to left my hand now, and I need to take some deep breaths…because you’re going to need to hold your breath again for a bit once we begin.”

‘Begin?! Begin what?!’ She released her grip on his nose and he let out a long whimper. “Mmmmmmmmm…!” He wanted to try and scream some more but he knew it would be pointless, and he was terrified of what might happen if he enraged this heartless surgeon, so he did as told and took several deep long breaths before she took a strip of the tape and stuck it over his nose. The adhesive was strong, even with full lungs he was unable to force any air out. Being a Buizel he could hold his breath just fine for up to twenty minutes…he could only hope he’d be allowed to take another breath before that time.

“Very good, Princess. Now let’s get started.” The Gothitelle first placed a folded sheet of gauze under his shirt before reaching for a set of sharp metal tools…starting with a pair of medical scissors. He gulped and trembled as the scissors disappeared behind the blue dress, leaving him to only imagine what they’d be used for. He felt something cold around his nether area, then a pinch, then…cold again? The sensation was difficult to describe. He felt no pain, but it was as if something was sliced clean through…and then…nothing…?The Gothitelle surgeon grabbed another wad of gauze and placed it somewhere under the skirt…and then reached for the spool of thread and a…sewing needle…?

Before he could even ponder what was going to happen next the needle and thread were hidden from view behind the dress and he started feeling a cold prick in the same area…then again, and again and again. Every second the sensation repeated, each time moving downwards a tiny bit further…and a tightening sensation. Pinch, pull, repeat… It quickly became obvious she was sewing something up…an incision? What did she cut that now needed stitches? With one final tug of the thread and another snip (presumably of the thread this time as he didn’t feel it) the Psychic-type surgeon disposed of the sewing needle and the remainder of the now blood-soaked thread in the waste bag before folding something up behind the skirt that he couldn’t see past. It had barely been five minutes he deduced as he still had plenty of oxygen in his system…but was she finished…?

Any hopeful thoughts were dashed when he saw the cruel surgeon carrying away a folded up wad of gauze soaked in blood; its size and shape hinting at what was inside it…and explaining why he felt like something down there was suddenly missing… He’d been castrated! He tried to scream again, but the tape covering his nose still wouldn’t budge, leaving him completely mute. He could only sob in silence. Why was this happening?! Who authorized this?! For what possible reason was the Prince deemed to be made a eunuch?!

Before he could process this horrid truth any further, his heart sank even further…the Gothitelle butcher had returned to the table with a fresh needle and thread…she wasn’t fished. What could there possibly be left to take from him?!

His internal question seemed to be answered when the mad doctor shoved a firm cushion under his posterior to lift up his underside…leaving the only OTHER hole down there exposed. Like before, she got to work with the needle…pinch, pull, repeat…

This…this couldn’t be happening…it had to be some kind of nightmare…! Why? Who? What? This was no mere surgery, this was torment! He was being sewn up alive like a taxidermy doll! What possible sick deranged reason would anyone have to order this done to him?! Who was this doctor working for?! Was she doing this of her own accord? Was she some kind of serial slasher? Was she taking pleasure in this?!

After disposing of the second bloody needle and thread, the cruel witch reached for an oval-shaped mirror and angled it directly above the area where she had just worked…allowing him to see everything that was previously obscured. Aside from confirming that he was in fact wearing blue Mary Jane shoes and a pair of what tights with an open flap at the bottom, he witnessed to his horror the Y-shaped sewn-up scar where his member once was, now completely smoothed-over. The Gothitelle took another wad of gauze and dabbed the remaining blood from the area before slathering it with some kind of clear jell with a swab. “There we go Princess, good as new!” The Gothitelle said with what could almost be described as glee. “Once the surgery glue dries we can stitch up that flap in your tights and you’ll be ready for the show.” ‘…Show…?!’ the Prince shuddered in dread. “Just one more finishing touch…” She took out another syringe and gently pricked him right in the neck above his floatation tube, causing him to wince again. Shortly after, a tingling sensation occurred in his throat. “And we’re done! I think we can take this off now.” She dipped another swab in a clear liquid and dabbed it on the edges of the tape covering his nose, immediately causing it to loosen. She quickly peeled it off, allowing him to exhale the now very stale air in his lungs; he caught a strong whiff of rubbing alcohol as he took a fresh breath in.

“How do you feel, Princess? That’s rhetorical of course, you can’t answer even if you wanted to, “the Gothitelle joked; the sudden change in her demeaner from cold to bubbly somehow made her even creepier. “But while I fix up your wardrobe down here feel free to try out your new voice, muffled as it may be.”

‘New voice…?’ “…Mmmm…mmmmm?! Mmmmm?! MMMMMM!” His muffled grunts had become high-pitch squeals, as though his voice box had been tuned several octaves higher. It made him sound…feminine?! “MMMMmmmmmm…!”

“Perfect! You sound just as you should now, Princess! That serum I gave you tightened up your vocal chords just the right amount, and it should last about eight hours…plenty enough time.”

‘Plenty enough time…?! For what…?!’ “Mmmmmm! MMMMMMM!” He squeaked and squealed pathetically, only able to sob and thrash about like a beached fish.

He suddenly heard a door swing open and the clack of small footsteps entering the room. “Hello, dear brother. Or should I say, ‘Princess.’”

That voice…it couldn’t be… He’d only ever heard it a few times, but…sister?! “Mmmmmm! MMMMMMM!”

“What’s that ‘Princess’? You want to say something? Silly lady, the Princess isn’t supposed to talk. Mommy and Daddy always said so.” A female Buizel in a frilly blue dress similar to the one he was forced into only without any of the restraints strolled up beside him; it was indeed her. Why? Why, sister?!

“Mmmmmmm…! Mmmmmmmmm!”

“Ooooh there must be sooo many questions swimming through that pretty little head of yours,” his sibling gloated with a wicked smile. “Oooh, poor me? Why poor little me? Why would my own flesh and blood set such a cruel fate upon poor little meeee?” she mocked. “That is…assuming you even know who I AM!” She was suddenly staring daggers at him. “How many times he you actually seen me outside of my room, hmm? Can you remember the last time? Heard my voice? Even longer ago if at all I’m sure. Ooooh what a dainty little flower your sister must be… Always keeping to herself, never joining the family at the table, never going outside, never taking a bite to eat, a sip to drink, speaking a peep… Oh how so very timid and feeble that Princess must be! Why she’d never even be seen without an escort to protect her from the daaangerous hallways of the palace! Was that the mental image that popped into your head whenever you laid eyes on me? Hmm? Did you ever maybe stop to ponder WHY that was all you ever got to see of me?”

His heart was pounding, his mind racing…terrified as he was, curiosity did start to creep in… Why indeed?

“Because that’s all Mother and Father LET YOU SEE OF ME!” his sister roared like no Pokemon that size he ever thought could. “Ever since I was hatched, a full three years before YOU by the way…all I ever heard was ‘Delicate little doll’ this and ‘good Princesses don’t get dirty and play’ that… Oh sure, I got the nicest dresses, the comfiest bed, the softest plushies, twenty-four-hour service from the maids… But going outside? Frolicking? Talking? Signing? Making friends? THOSE THINGS AREN’T FOR THE PRINCESS! And then they had YOU. You got the nicest clothes and toys too, but they didn’t keep YOU cooped up in your room all the time, did they? You actually got to go outside, see the world, talk to people! YOU got to eat at the BIG table! YOU got to eat your meals with Mother, Father and other delegates! YOU got to ride in the BIG seat in the royal carriage next to our parents, waving at the subjects, enjoying the wind on your face and the pleasantries of society! YOU got to try out foods from all over the world brought to our kingdom by commoners from across the globe! YOU even got to ride with Mother and Father on their private yacht!”

The last thing she mentioned stirred his memory. ‘The yacht…wasn’t that where…?’

“Oh we’ll get to that yacht in a minute, I’m sure you have questions about what just happened THERE that you can’t ask, but since this is by far the most you’ve ever heard of my voice in your entire life, I’m going to make you SAVOUR it for a bit first.” Her wrath was tangible; it made his fur stand up on end. What cruel forces shaped such a Pokemon into such a tormented and vindictive soul…? What…what did Mother and Father DO to her…? And why…? As all these thoughts flooded his mind he barely noticed that the Gothitelle had finished stitching up the open flap of the tights he was wearing; one could barely tell they’d had an open flap at all.

“But as I was saying…” his sister continued, voice now a bit softer, “The more and more freedom Mother and Father gave to you, the more and more I CRAVED it. I started asking politely like a good little Princess should, but what did that get me? Scolding and dragged back to me room! So I started trying to talk to people around the palace without their permission, even snuck a treat or two. Last time I managed to speak a peep to you was…six years ago, I think? Because that’s around the time they started GLUING MY MOUTH SHUT! And THAT was only on the VERY rare occasions they even let me out of my room AT ALL!”

His heart and stomach sank…he never knew… How could he not have known any of this…? Why…why would Mother and Father keep this from him…? Why would they DO this…?

“Oh but that wasn’t all… One night about five years ago I snuck out of the palace on my own. For the first time in my life I felt the cool breeze on my face, saw the city streets, the glow of the lights from the windows of the common folk, saw the stars and the moon!” Her voice had begun cracking…was she trying to hold back tears? Or was it just his own eyes sore from anguish…? “Somehow I managed to sneak back home and tuck myself into bed with our parents never the wiser…not yet…so I did it again the next night…and the next. I memorized the patrols of the guards and servants, I mapped out all the hallways and secret entrances and exits…and some of the handmaidens who were assigned to care for me every day even started helping me with this. Unlike Mother and Father, they understood my plight and took pity on me. They actually treated me like a person rather than a house pet.” Her demeanor turned dark again. “But one night…everything fell apart. About…two years ago I think it was…the guard shifts had changed without warning…I was seen out of my room by someone who shouldn’t have…I bet you can guess how Mother and Father reacted to THAT news… Suffice to say, it was the LAST time I was allowed to leave me room for ANY reason until today.” She gently caressed her silk-gloved paw over the straitdress he was wearing. “It was when they started making me wear this. This…garment…the very one YOU are wearing right now…was my only comfort aside from the few maidens still permitted to enter my room to tube feed me slurries, sponge bathe me and help me open that little flap at the bottom to relieve myself in a pot.”

‘…Sister…I didn’t know…I’m so…so sorry…I didn’t know…! If I’d known I would have done something! I would have…I…’

“But a few months ago, the same maidens who helped me experience life as a free Pokemon years before helped me again in what little ways they could… They undid my muzzle for a few minutes every night while no guards were listening…they taught me to read, showed me pictures of places I could never see…and not so long ago…we started coming up with a plan.”

His heart was racing again, he didn’t like where this was going…

“See, a couple weeks ago word started to spread that Mother and Father were getting ready to officially name you the heir, and that there would be a ceremony. The whooole kingdom would be invited…every Pokemon from across the land would bear witness to the coronation of their new King…well, everyone but ME of course…”

His eyes widened; yes, he DID remember Mother and Father discussing that…

“It was scheduled for today in fact…but what ironic tragedy that on the very prior eve, an ‘accident’ would occur on their yacht with all high officials on board…including YOU.” The malice in her voice had returned. “At least, that was SUPPOSED to be the plan…but things didn’t go quite as smoothly as anticipated. To start with, it seems that a few delegates who were scheduled to be on that boat had to cancel at the last minute due to extra paper work that needed to be finished…on top of that, I guess my handmaiden and I got a teensy bit sloppy when gathering the materials for that bomb we planted on the underside of dear Mother and Father’s precious boat…”

He trembled. ‘Bomb…?!’

“And then of course there’s YOU. See, the captain and crew were ordered, in the event of an ‘attack,’ to take all three of you bellow deck for safety…or to be more exact, to be locked in the cage put there the night before to take you to the bottom of the bay!”

‘Oh no…sister…what have you done…?’

“But of COURSE you had to escape and make it to shore, and with you running about having witnessed what you did on that boat and about to be sworn in King…and ALL the evidence of sabotage and assassination pointing back to me…the plan needed to be…altered a bit.”

“Mmmm…. Mmmmmm…!” ‘Sister please…this…there has to be…we could figure something out…!’

“And so it was declared by the powers that remain that the Princess be publicly hanged for treason. And that, dear brother…or rather ‘Princess,’ is where we’re at now.”

‘Sister…! No…! Please! There has to be a