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The muscular Garchomp girl that has decided my life should be a living hell. \n\nAnijah leans against the lockers, arms crossed over her broad chest, finned tail thumping on the floor like a warning. Her dark blue scales gleam under the fluorescent lights, muscles shifting as she straightens. That shark-toothed grin spreads slowly.\n\n``Look who pranced in. The little pussy ballerina still thinks she belongs here.'' She says, her voice dripping with malice. \n\nMy ears flatten instantly, drooping down my back. I try to sidestep, but she plants one clawed foot in my path. She's easily two feet taller than I am and much stronger. \n\nMy ears flatten. ``I belong here just as much as you, Anijah. I pay my membership the same as anyone else.''\n\nShe snorts, stepping closer, and towering over me. ``Oh, honey. You pay to prance on tip-toes while the rest of us actually lift. Bet those fancy pointe shoes make your ass look plump, though.''\n\n``Excuse me.'' I mutter, voice smaller than I want.\n\nShe snorts. ``What was that Naomi? I couldn't hear you?''\n\nI swallow. ``I said excuse me, Anijah.'' \n\n``All legs and no spine. Bet those fancy tights hide a plump ass.'' Her voice is like nails to my ears. \n\nBefore I can snap back, she reaches around me. Her claws reach into my gym shorts, hook the waistband of my shorts, and then yank upward. The fabric of my panties digs in hard, ripping a gasp from my throat. \n\nShe lifts me to my tip toes, ears flopping wildly. The burn spreads fast and sharp. I try to push her away from me, but she?s like a boulder. \n\nShe chuckles. ``Time for a squeaky clean, bunny.''\n\nHer other hand grabs the front of my panties, and she yanks again. Instantly, my panties slip between my pussy lips, wedging deep between my folds. \n\nI shriek, my claws scrambling to her thick wrist. No give. Pain flares sharp as she lifts me clear off the ground. She holds me there a second longer, dangling like a caught fish.\n\nThen the worst starts. Anijah begins alternating yanks. Front, back, front back. The fabric of my panties saws between my ass cheeks and my pussy. My clit gets rubbed raw as she continues the humiliating display. \n\nMy legs kick, my ears flop, and my paws beat uselessly on her chest. She pauses the degrading panty flossing and I think it might finally be over. Only to be treated to her bouncing me by my stretched underwear. \n\nThe panties start to tear, but before they give out, Anijah drops me. I hit the tiles hard, knees buckling. Panties still buried, fabric twisted, and soaked with sweat.\n\nTears sting my eyes as I curl forward, paws shooting into my shorts, desperately peeling my own panties from deep between my ass cheeks.\n\nAnijah laughs once, cruel and low. Then turns and strides out, tail swishing.\n\nI stay there breathing hard, ears pinned, the locker room suddenly too quiet. This is going to be a long week.\n\nTuesday:\n\nAnijah drags me backward by my ears, my heels skidding on the wet tile. ``Let me go!''\n\n``Shut it, skank.'' She yells as she hauls me toward the nearest stall. \n\nI thrash, powerful legs kicking, but she's too strong. My free paw grabs the frame of the bathroom stall. Anijah pries my paws, one finger at a time, like it's nothing.\n\nShe forces me down until my knees hit the tile in front of the toilet. I brace myself on the edge of the bowl with my paws. \n\nMy ears dip toward the bowl first, the cold rim touches my fur. I picture all of the bare asses that have been sitting on this toilet just today. \n\n``No-no! Please, Anijah! It's dirty-''\n\nShe cuts me off ``Don't care.'' She says calmly. \n\nHer paw grabs the back of my head and shoves me down. Water closes over my muzzle instantly, and I scream bubbles. The flush roars and water spins. Luckily, my ears remain draped along the sides of the bowl. \n\nI slap the rim, push up, and kick my legs. She holds firm. Another flush. More roaring. My lungs burn.\n\nFinally she yanks me back. I cough, water streaming off my whiskers, mascara running in black streaks. I take deep ragged breaths of `fresh' air. \n\nAnijah smirks down. ``Gonna need another shower, princess.''\n\nShe walks out and I slump against the stall wall, panting, dripping. My ears hang heavy and wet. I lean against the toilet for stability. I had just washed up after my workout, and now I'm covered in dirty toilet water. I try not to think about it too much. \n\nI strip slowly: shorts, soaking wet top, panties. Then head back to the showers. Water pounds my back. I scrub my face, my ears, trying to wash away the taste of toilet and shame. It doesn't really work.\n\nWednesday:\n\nAnijah corners me the second I step out of the changing area, bottle already in her claws. She grins like she's doing me a favor.\n\n``Special delivery, ballerina.''\n\nBefore I can back up, she hooks one thick claw into the waistband of my leggings and panties, yanking them forward in one smooth motion. The bottle tips, and white powder cascades down in a gritty waterfall, settling instantly against my fur and skin.\n\nI freeze, ears shooting straight up. ``What the-what was that?!''\n\n``Give it a second, princess. You'll feel it.'' Her voice is sickeningly cheery, like she's handing out candy.\n\nThe itch hits almost immediately. It's like tiny, crawling sparks everywhere the powder landed. My paws twitch downward before I can stop them. \n\n``You can't just dump crap down my pants!'' I bark at her. \n\nAnijah laughs, loud enough that a nearby Lucario glances over. ``Allowed? Who's gonna stop me? You?'' \n\nShe steps right into my face, towering. I throw my paws up protectively, but she just grabs my wrist and twists it behind my back. It's not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind me I'm smaller. \n\n``Workout's starting. Don't be a pussy. Go on. Move.'' She says, shoving me toward the gym floor. \n\nI stumble forward, trying to shake the waistband loose. No chance. Every step grinds the coarse grit deeper. Stupid shark-fin bully. If I were bigger I'd shove that bottle straight down her throat. \n\nI climb onto the elliptical. The first thirty seconds are almost bearable. Then sweat starts, and that wakes the powder up. Tiny fires ignite between my cheeks and along my pussy, the grit clumping and clinging like sandpaper.\n\nItch builds in fast, maddening, relentless bursts. My hips twitch on their own. Don't scratch. Don't you dare scratch here. There are too many Mon around. \n\nA Blaziken on the treadmill does a double-take, and a Machamp at the weights smirks, then looks away.\n\nAnijah's voice floats across the floor. ``Looking a little squirmy over there, bunny! Something wrong with your fancy ballet legs?''\n\nI clench my jaw so hard it aches. ``Shut up.'' I mutter under my breath, then louder. ``I'm fine. Mind your own workout, jerk.''\n\nBut I'm not fine. The itch is everywhere now, deep between my ass cheeks and right up against my pussy lips. Every stride on the elliptical makes it worse. \n\nI try to adjust my leggings discreetly, but it only presses the powder in harder. My ears keep flicking, betraying me. Sweat pours down my back. I want to claw at myself so badly my paws shake.\n\nI switch to the treadmill, hoping it'll ease the sensation. Each footfall jars the powder deeper. Sweat drips into the waistband and activates more of it. Now it feels like a thousand tiny teeth nibbling between my cheeks. My tail twitches nonstop. Don't think about it. Just finish the mile. But my hips keep shifting side to side like I'm doing some pathetic dance. \n\nA Ludicolo spots me and raises an eyebrow. Heat floods my muzzle. Great, now everyone thinks the ballerina has an STD.\n\nAnijah walks past me, whispering. ``Hey, Naomi, are you practicing a new routine? Looks like the `itchy bunny shuffle'!''\n\nI grit my teeth and snap back, ``It's called focus, you oversized lizard! Some of us actually have goals besides bullying people!'' My voice sounds more afraid than I feel. \n\nI move to squats next. Bad idea. Each dip drives the grit deeper, and a whimper escapes before I can swallow it. \n\nAnijah appears at the water fountain nearby, grinning. ``Need a break already? Poor little delicate thing. Bet your recital tights are gonna chafe even worse after this.''\n\n``Please.'' I hiss, voice cracking from frustration. ``Just leave me alone. I have to perform this weekend. I can't be distracted like this!''\n\n``Too bad.'' She chuckles and walks off again, but I feel her eyes the whole time.\n\nBy the time I finish the last set of weights my thighs are on fire from effort and my ass and pussy are screaming from the powder. I'm shaking as I limp back to the locker room, like I've been running on broken glass. Every step is fresh torment.\n\nAnijah is waiting behind the row of lockers, arms crossed, tail thumping.``Workout over already? Good girl.''\n\nShe lunges before I can dodge, claws hooking the back of my panties through my leggings. One brutal yank upward.\n\nThe wedgie drives the powder straight up, forcing the clumped, gooey powder deep into every crease. I howl, legs buckling instantly. My paws fly back, clawing uselessly at her wrist. \n\n``Anijah-stop! It hurts!'' I beg\n\nShe snorts, loud and mean, bouncing me once for good measure. ``There. Now it's really working. Enjoy the shower, pussy.'' She lets go and strides out without another word.\n\nI strip in record time, practically ripping my clothes off, and dive under the hottest water I can stand. The curtain barely closes before my paws are everywhere. Scrubbing, stretching, trying to wash the burn out of my ass and pussy. The powder finally loosens and swirls down the drain. Relief floods me so hard my knees almost give out.\n\nBut even as the itch fades, my fur still feels violated. The shame clings worse than the powder ever did. The recital is one day closer, and I already know I'm going to be sore in places no ballerina should be.\n\nThursday:\n\nToday's workout actually feels... normal. No towering Garchomp shadow, no finned tail thumping warnings, and no panties splitting my ass cheeks. I push through my sets without looking over my shoulder once. \n\nBy the time I hit the showers, the tension, I didn't realize I was carrying, melts away. Saturday's recital is coming fast. \n\nI can do this, I think as I towel off my long ears. I head to my locker feeling almost light. Something isn't right. My bag is gone. Clothes, shoes, everything!\n\nI spin and see Anijah standing at the locker-room exit, my gym bag dangling from one claw, my neatly folded clothes in the other. \n\nThat shark-toothed grin spreads wide. ``Looking for these, Rabbitch?''\n\nHeat floods my muzzle instantly. ``Give them back, Anijah. Now.''\n\n``Or what?'' She takes a casual step toward the door. ``Gonna saute me into submission?''\n\nI clench my towel tighter. ``This isn't funny. I have a recital coming up, and I need my stuff!''\n\n``Aw, poor delicate thing. Afraid of a little breeze?'' She inches backward. ``Come get 'em.''\n\n``Anijah, please.'' My voice cracks, the edge I mustered vanishes, pleading is all that remains now.\n\nShe bolts, and my heart drops into my stomach. I sprint after her, towel clutched in both paws, ears trailing behind like flags in a storm. We burst through the double doors into the main gym floor. Weights clank to sudden silence. Conversations die mid-sentence. Every head turns.\n\n``Give them back!'' I shout, voice echoing off the high ceiling. \n\nShe's faster than she looks with that bulk, but I'm built for speed, quickly closing the distance. I weave around a rack of dumbbells, dodge a Medicham mid-set. Just as my claws brush her tank top, she hurls the bag in a high arc across the mats.\n\nI swerve hard, skidding on rubber flooring, and dive. My paws close around the strap, just as her free claw snags the bottom of my towel. \n\nOne vicious rip, and the fabric tears away completely. Cold gym air slams against every inch of exposed fur. I freeze mid-lunge, bag half-dragged under me.\n\nI look down... Nothing. Nothing covering me at all. Arms snap across my chest, one paw dives between my legs, my muzzle burns crimson, and my ears pin flat against my skull. Humiliation hits like a gut punch, hotter than any workout burn.\n\nLaughter erupts. A Sudowoodo near the water fountain doubles over, wooden branches shaking. An Eldegoss whistles low and appreciative. \n\nA Machamp at the bench press lets out a booming ``Whoa!'' \n\nwhile a nearby Lucario averts his eyes but smirks.\n\nWhispers ripple: ``That's the ballerina bunny...'' \n\n``Did she just...?'' Someone whistles.\n\nI squat instinctively, trying to curl into the smallest ball possible, bag clutched to my front like a shield. \n\n``Stop looking!'' I squeak, high and helpless. \n\nMore eyes lock on. A Blaziken on the elliptical freezes mid-stride, beak open. Two smaller Mon, a Plusle and Minun, giggle behind their paws. \n\nSomeone mutters. ``That's brutal...'' \n\nbut no one moves to help. The laughter swells, rolling like thunder. My whole body feels like it's on fire. I want to disappear. I want to claw Anijah's eyes out. Mostly I just want my towel back so I can pretend this never happened.\n\nAnijah stands ten feet away, towel in claw, laughing so hard her finned shoulders shake. ``Nice form, princess!''\n\n``Please...'' I whisper, voice breaking. ``Just... give it back.''\n\nShe tosses the towel aside like trash and saunters toward the free weights, still chuckling.\n\nI scoop the bag, hugging it to my chest. Then sprint, naked, ears flapping wildly. I clutch my clothes as I run back toward the locker room. Cheers and more laughter chase me. Paws slap tile, cold air bites everywhere, but I don't look back.\n\nI slam into a changing stall, door banging shut. My shaking paws fumble the lock. I put my clothes on in record time, the. I sit on the bench, knees drawn up, breathing hard. Never again, I tell myself. Except tomorrow's still coming, and Anijah knows exactly where I'll be.\n\nFriday:\n\nMy nerves are shot, every time I close my eyes I see the stage lights and hear the music. I might mess up because my thighs are still sore from this week. I just need one peaceful workout. One single day without her.\n\n``Hey, bunny.'' Anijah's voice cuts through the locker room like a fin through water. \n\nI step back until my shoulders hit the lockers. ``Please. Not today. I'm already stressed out. I need to focus. The recital is tomorrow. I can't-''\n\n``I don't care.'' She says, her voice callous. \n\nShe closes the distance in two strides. Her claws hook the front of my panties through my shorts and yank upward hard. The fabric slices straight between my pussy lips, digging deep and burning instantly. I shriek, high and sharp. My paws fly down, clawing at her wrist.\n\n``Anijah! Stop! That hurts!'' I scream\n\nShe just grins wider and lifts. My toes leave the floor. The elastic stretches tight, sawing between my folds and up my ass at the same time.\n\nShe cackles ``Aw, look at you.'' \n\nShe bounces me once. My whole body jolts, and the fabric grinds deeper. ``Beg nicer, princess.''\n\n``Please!'' My voice cracks, fire gone. ``I'll do anything, just put me down! I have to perform tomorrow!''\n\n``Too bad.'' She replies. \n\nBounce number two makes the stretch worse, the waistband creaks like it's about to snap. She starts walking, carrying me by the front of my own underwear toward the bathroom stalls. Each step bounces me again.\n\nMy legs kick uselessly in the air, ears flopping desperately. Every jolt sends fresh fire between my legs and up my crack.\n\n``Stop! Everyone can see!'' I gasp, cheeks burning hotter than the pain. ``You're such a bully!''\n\n``And you're such a delicate little pussy.'' Bounce three. The elastic tears a little at the seams. ``Keep squirming. It's fun.''\n\nI'm crying now, small and humiliated. ``I hate you. I hate you so much.''\n\nShe laughs and bounces me a fourth time, and the panties finally rip clean off with a loud snap. I crash to the cold tile, bare ass hitting the floor. Before I can even suck in a breath she grabs my long ears, and drags me across the floor.\n\nI kick wildly, paws grabbing my own ears to try to lessen the pull. ``Let go of my ears! They're sensitive!''\n\nShe tugs harder. ``Everything about you is sensitive!''\n\nWe slam into the last stall, she kicks the door open with her foot and hauls me inside. The toilet bowl stares up at me. It's disgusting, stained brown, and cloudy water that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks. The smell alone makes my stomach twist.\n\n``Anijah, please... please, please don't do this.'' My voice is pure fear now, trembling. ``I'll do anything. I swear. Just not the toilet. Anything but that.''\n\nShe doesn't answer with words. She forces me to my knees and shoves my face straight down. Cold, filthy water closes over my muzzle. I scream bubbles. \n\nThe flush roars as water spins, slamming my ears and whiskers around. She yanks me up just long enough for one gasping breath.\n\n``Ready for round two, ballerina?''\n\n``No! Wait!'' I cry. \n\nDown again. Flush number two. The swirlie is longer this time, my head spins with the water. I slap at the rim, paws scraping porcelain. She holds me under until my lungs scream, then pulls me up.\n\nI cough, water streaming off my face and soaking my ears. ``Stop! please! I can't breathe!''\n\nShe dunks me a third time. Flush. The water feels even colder now. My ears are heavy, waterlogged, dragging me down. Bubbles explode from my nose.\n\nFourth dunk. Flush. She twists my ears while I'm under, grinding my muzzle against the dirty bowl. I'm thrashing, legs kicking the stall walls, paws beating uselessly against her arm.\n\nFifth time. She holds me longer, maybe ten full seconds while the toilet keeps flushing. When she finally yanks me out I'm coughing so hard I almost vomit, chest heaving, ears hanging like wet rags.\n\nShe lets go at last. I slump sideways on the tile, dripping, shaking, gasping. Anijah stands over me, wiping her claws on her shorts like she just finished a light workout. \n\n``Good luck tomorrow, skank!'' She says, voice dripping fake sweetness. ``Try not to slip on stage with all that toilet water still in your ears.''\n\nI stay on the floor for a long minute, coughing, wiping my face with trembling paws. My ears feel twice their normal weight. The taste of shame coats my tongue. Tomorrow I have to stand under bright lights in a clean white leotard and dance like none of this happened.\n\nSomehow... I will.\n\nSaturday:\n\nToday's the day! I stand in front of the dressing-room mirror backstage, the single bulb overhead casting soft shadows across my fur. The pristine white leotard hugs my curves, tight enough to smooth every line, loose enough to let me breathe. \n\nI run my paws down the fabric, checking for any telltale red marks from the week. There are faint ones along my inner thighs and the small of my back, ghosts of wedgies and powder burns, but the tights and lighting will hide them. No one in the audience will know.\n\nMy ears are finally dry. They perch high with forced determination, though the bases still ache faintly from being yanked and twisted. I lean closer to the mirror and dab concealer under my eyes. Last night I cried in the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing at the phantom taste of shame. This morning I woke up different. Not bruised, sore, or humiliated, but ready.\n\nI powder my paws one last time, the soft puff reminding me of that cursed itching bottle. A bitter laugh escapes. `You thought you could ruin this, Anijah?' I mutter to my reflection. `You dunked my head, ripped my clothes, made me beg. And I'm still here. Still dancing.'\n\nThe brat in me wants to storm the gym tomorrow and claw that shark-toothed grin off her face. The rest of me knows better. She's bigger and meaner, but she doesn't get to own this stage.\n\nFrom the hallway I hear the orchestra tuning, the low murmur of the audience settling. My heart kicks harder. It's not just nerves, but something fiercer. I survived the week. I took every yank, every flush, every laugh, and I'm still standing. If I can walk out of that locker room dripping and shaking, I can walk onto this stage.\n\nI smooth my ears one last time, straighten my posture, and smile at the mirror. It's real this time, not forced. The stage manager calls places. I step out of the dressing room, paws steady, tail flicking once with quiet defiance.\n\nAnijah's laugh still echoes somewhere in the back of my mind. But the music is about to start. The lights will hit, and I'll leap. I survived the week, now I dance.\n\nThe End\n\n"
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3834859_5956722_FoxyVulpo_garchomp_x_lopunny1.description.json · CAS artifact Download
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"description": "Naomi is a ballerina, getting in shape at the local gym, in preparation for a big show. She’s finally landed a lead!\n\nAnijah is a burly bully, who treats Naomi to a full week of creative humiliation.\n\nWritten in haste, while my wife was away visiting family. This is the result of minimal sleep, lots of caffeine, and the desire to throw as much on the board as I could.\n\nContinuing my trend of researching a career I know nothing about, and have probably made a mockery of. Appreciate the ballet words, I did my best to use them correctly!"
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3834859_5956722_FoxyVulpo_garchomp_x_lopunny1.writing.json · CAS artifact Download
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"writing": "The Gym Bully and the Ballerina \n\nMonday:\n\nThe treadmill hums under my paws as I push through the last mile. Sweat mats my fur, my long ears bounce with every stride, and my tail wags gently. Saturday's recital looms like a spotlight I can't escape. Pirouettes, leaps, and the solo I've been rehearsing until my thighs screamed. \n\nMy body needs to look toned and perfect. Lopunny's are known for our figure, and if I want to prove I deserve this spot I have no room for jiggles or sloppiness. That's why I'm here every day, even though the gym has become... complicated.\n\nI turn the machine off, wipe my face with the back of my paw, and step off. I head toward the changing area, throwing my hand towel over my shoulder as I go. \n\nThe locker room smells like rubber mats and cheap body spray. I head straight for my locker, but freeze in place. She's already there. The muscular Garchomp girl that has decided my life should be a living hell. \n\nAnijah leans against the lockers, arms crossed over her broad chest, finned tail thumping on the floor like a warning. Her dark blue scales gleam under the fluorescent lights, muscles shifting as she straightens. That shark-toothed grin spreads slowly.\n\n``Look who pranced in. The little pussy ballerina still thinks she belongs here.'' She says, her voice dripping with malice. \n\nMy ears flatten instantly, drooping down my back. I try to sidestep, but she plants one clawed foot in my path. She's easily two feet taller than I am and much stronger. \n\nMy ears flatten. ``I belong here just as much as you, Anijah. I pay my membership the same as anyone else.''\n\nShe snorts, stepping closer, and towering over me. ``Oh, honey. You pay to prance on tip-toes while the rest of us actually lift. Bet those fancy pointe shoes make your ass look plump, though.''\n\n``Excuse me.'' I mutter, voice smaller than I want.\n\nShe snorts. ``What was that Naomi? I couldn't hear you?''\n\nI swallow. ``I said excuse me, Anijah.'' \n\n``All legs and no spine. Bet those fancy tights hide a plump ass.'' Her voice is like nails to my ears. \n\nBefore I can snap back, she reaches around me. Her claws reach into my gym shorts, hook the waistband of my shorts, and then yank upward. The fabric of my panties digs in hard, ripping a gasp from my throat. \n\nShe lifts me to my tip toes, ears flopping wildly. The burn spreads fast and sharp. I try to push her away from me, but she?s like a boulder. \n\nShe chuckles. ``Time for a squeaky clean, bunny.''\n\nHer other hand grabs the front of my panties, and she yanks again. Instantly, my panties slip between my pussy lips, wedging deep between my folds. \n\nI shriek, my claws scrambling to her thick wrist. No give. Pain flares sharp as she lifts me clear off the ground. She holds me there a second longer, dangling like a caught fish.\n\nThen the worst starts. Anijah begins alternating yanks. Front, back, front back. The fabric of my panties saws between my ass cheeks and my pussy. My clit gets rubbed raw as she continues the humiliating display. \n\nMy legs kick, my ears flop, and my paws beat uselessly on her chest. She pauses the degrading panty flossing and I think it might finally be over. Only to be treated to her bouncing me by my stretched underwear. \n\nThe panties start to tear, but before they give out, Anijah drops me. I hit the tiles hard, knees buckling. Panties still buried, fabric twisted, and soaked with sweat.\n\nTears sting my eyes as I curl forward, paws shooting into my shorts, desperately peeling my own panties from deep between my ass cheeks.\n\nAnijah laughs once, cruel and low. Then turns and strides out, tail swishing.\n\nI stay there breathing hard, ears pinned, the locker room suddenly too quiet. This is going to be a long week.\n\nTuesday:\n\nAnijah drags me backward by my ears, my heels skidding on the wet tile. ``Let me go!''\n\n``Shut it, skank.'' She yells as she hauls me toward the nearest stall. \n\nI thrash, powerful legs kicking, but she's too strong. My free paw grabs the frame of the bathroom stall. Anijah pries my paws, one finger at a time, like it's nothing.\n\nShe forces me down until my knees hit the tile in front of the toilet. I brace myself on the edge of the bowl with my paws. \n\nMy ears dip toward the bowl first, the cold rim touches my fur. I picture all of the bare asses that have been sitting on this toilet just today. \n\n``No-no! Please, Anijah! It's dirty-''\n\nShe cuts me off ``Don't care.'' She says calmly. \n\nHer paw grabs the back of my head and shoves me down. Water closes over my muzzle instantly, and I scream bubbles. The flush roars and water spins. Luckily, my ears remain draped along the sides of the bowl. \n\nI slap the rim, push up, and kick my legs. She holds firm. Another flush. More roaring. My lungs burn.\n\nFinally she yanks me back. I cough, water streaming off my whiskers, mascara running in black streaks. I take deep ragged breaths of `fresh' air. \n\nAnijah smirks down. ``Gonna need another shower, princess.''\n\nShe walks out and I slump against the stall wall, panting, dripping. My ears hang heavy and wet. I lean against the toilet for stability. I had just washed up after my workout, and now I'm covered in dirty toilet water. I try not to think about it too much. \n\nI strip slowly: shorts, soaking wet top, panties. Then head back to the showers. Water pounds my back. I scrub my face, my ears, trying to wash away the taste of toilet and shame. It doesn't really work.\n\nWednesday:\n\nAnijah corners me the second I step out of the changing area, bottle already in her claws. She grins like she's doing me a favor.\n\n``Special delivery, ballerina.''\n\nBefore I can back up, she hooks one thick claw into the waistband of my leggings and panties, yanking them forward in one smooth motion. The bottle tips, and white powder cascades down in a gritty waterfall, settling instantly against my fur and skin.\n\nI freeze, ears shooting straight up. ``What the-what was that?!''\n\n``Give it a second, princess. You'll feel it.'' Her voice is sickeningly cheery, like she's handing out candy.\n\nThe itch hits almost immediately. It's like tiny, crawling sparks everywhere the powder landed. My paws twitch downward before I can stop them. \n\n``You can't just dump crap down my pants!'' I bark at her. \n\nAnijah laughs, loud enough that a nearby Lucario glances over. ``Allowed? Who's gonna stop me? You?'' \n\nShe steps right into my face, towering. I throw my paws up protectively, but she just grabs my wrist and twists it behind my back. It's not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind me I'm smaller. \n\n``Workout's starting. Don't be a pussy. Go on. Move.'' She says, shoving me toward the gym floor. \n\nI stumble forward, trying to shake the waistband loose. No chance. Every step grinds the coarse grit deeper. Stupid shark-fin bully. If I were bigger I'd shove that bottle straight down her throat. \n\nI climb onto the elliptical. The first thirty seconds are almost bearable. Then sweat starts, and that wakes the powder up. Tiny fires ignite between my cheeks and along my pussy, the grit clumping and clinging like sandpaper.\n\nItch builds in fast, maddening, relentless bursts. My hips twitch on their own. Don't scratch. Don't you dare scratch here. There are too many Mon around. \n\nA Blaziken on the treadmill does a double-take, and a Machamp at the weights smirks, then looks away.\n\nAnijah's voice floats across the floor. ``Looking a little squirmy over there, bunny! Something wrong with your fancy ballet legs?''\n\nI clench my jaw so hard it aches. ``Shut up.'' I mutter under my breath, then louder. ``I'm fine. Mind your own workout, jerk.''\n\nBut I'm not fine. The itch is everywhere now, deep between my ass cheeks and right up against my pussy lips. Every stride on the elliptical makes it worse. \n\nI try to adjust my leggings discreetly, but it only presses the powder in harder. My ears keep flicking, betraying me. Sweat pours down my back. I want to claw at myself so badly my paws shake.\n\nI switch to the treadmill, hoping it'll ease the sensation. Each footfall jars the powder deeper. Sweat drips into the waistband and activates more of it. Now it feels like a thousand tiny teeth nibbling between my cheeks. My tail twitches nonstop. Don't think about it. Just finish the mile. But my hips keep shifting side to side like I'm doing some pathetic dance. \n\nA Ludicolo spots me and raises an eyebrow. Heat floods my muzzle. Great, now everyone thinks the ballerina has an STD.\n\nAnijah walks past me, whispering. ``Hey, Naomi, are you practicing a new routine? Looks like the `itchy bunny shuffle'!''\n\nI grit my teeth and snap back, ``It's called focus, you oversized lizard! Some of us actually have goals besides bullying people!'' My voice sounds more afraid than I feel. \n\nI move to squats next. Bad idea. Each dip drives the grit deeper, and a whimper escapes before I can swallow it. \n\nAnijah appears at the water fountain nearby, grinning. ``Need a break already? Poor little delicate thing. Bet your recital tights are gonna chafe even worse after this.''\n\n``Please.'' I hiss, voice cracking from frustration. ``Just leave me alone. I have to perform this weekend. I can't be distracted like this!''\n\n``Too bad.'' She chuckles and walks off again, but I feel her eyes the whole time.\n\nBy the time I finish the last set of weights my thighs are on fire from effort and my ass and pussy are screaming from the powder. I'm shaking as I limp back to the locker room, like I've been running on broken glass. Every step is fresh torment.\n\nAnijah is waiting behind the row of lockers, arms crossed, tail thumping.``Workout over already? Good girl.''\n\nShe lunges before I can dodge, claws hooking the back of my panties through my leggings. One brutal yank upward.\n\nThe wedgie drives the powder straight up, forcing the clumped, gooey powder deep into every crease. I howl, legs buckling instantly. My paws fly back, clawing uselessly at her wrist. \n\n``Anijah-stop! It hurts!'' I beg\n\nShe snorts, loud and mean, bouncing me once for good measure. ``There. Now it's really working. Enjoy the shower, pussy.'' She lets go and strides out without another word.\n\nI strip in record time, practically ripping my clothes off, and dive under the hottest water I can stand. The curtain barely closes before my paws are everywhere. Scrubbing, stretching, trying to wash the burn out of my ass and pussy. The powder finally loosens and swirls down the drain. Relief floods me so hard my knees almost give out.\n\nBut even as the itch fades, my fur still feels violated. The shame clings worse than the powder ever did. The recital is one day closer, and I already know I'm going to be sore in places no ballerina should be.\n\nThursday:\n\nToday's workout actually feels... normal. No towering Garchomp shadow, no finned tail thumping warnings, and no panties splitting my ass cheeks. I push through my sets without looking over my shoulder once. \n\nBy the time I hit the showers, the tension, I didn't realize I was carrying, melts away. Saturday's recital is coming fast. \n\nI can do this, I think as I towel off my long ears. I head to my locker feeling almost light. Something isn't right. My bag is gone. Clothes, shoes, everything!\n\nI spin and see Anijah standing at the locker-room exit, my gym bag dangling from one claw, my neatly folded clothes in the other. \n\nThat shark-toothed grin spreads wide. ``Looking for these, Rabbitch?''\n\nHeat floods my muzzle instantly. ``Give them back, Anijah. Now.''\n\n``Or what?'' She takes a casual step toward the door. ``Gonna saute me into submission?''\n\nI clench my towel tighter. ``This isn't funny. I have a recital coming up, and I need my stuff!''\n\n``Aw, poor delicate thing. Afraid of a little breeze?'' She inches backward. ``Come get 'em.''\n\n``Anijah, please.'' My voice cracks, the edge I mustered vanishes, pleading is all that remains now.\n\nShe bolts, and my heart drops into my stomach. I sprint after her, towel clutched in both paws, ears trailing behind like flags in a storm. We burst through the double doors into the main gym floor. Weights clank to sudden silence. Conversations die mid-sentence. Every head turns.\n\n``Give them back!'' I shout, voice echoing off the high ceiling. \n\nShe's faster than she looks with that bulk, but I'm built for speed, quickly closing the distance. I weave around a rack of dumbbells, dodge a Medicham mid-set. Just as my claws brush her tank top, she hurls the bag in a high arc across the mats.\n\nI swerve hard, skidding on rubber flooring, and dive. My paws close around the strap, just as her free claw snags the bottom of my towel. \n\nOne vicious rip, and the fabric tears away completely. Cold gym air slams against every inch of exposed fur. I freeze mid-lunge, bag half-dragged under me.\n\nI look down... Nothing. Nothing covering me at all. Arms snap across my chest, one paw dives between my legs, my muzzle burns crimson, and my ears pin flat against my skull. Humiliation hits like a gut punch, hotter than any workout burn.\n\nLaughter erupts. A Sudowoodo near the water fountain doubles over, wooden branches shaking. An Eldegoss whistles low and appreciative. \n\nA Machamp at the bench press lets out a booming ``Whoa!'' \n\nwhile a nearby Lucario averts his eyes but smirks.\n\nWhispers ripple: ``That's the ballerina bunny...'' \n\n``Did she just...?'' Someone whistles.\n\nI squat instinctively, trying to curl into the smallest ball possible, bag clutched to my front like a shield. \n\n``Stop looking!'' I squeak, high and helpless. \n\nMore eyes lock on. A Blaziken on the elliptical freezes mid-stride, beak open. Two smaller Mon, a Plusle and Minun, giggle behind their paws. \n\nSomeone mutters. ``That's brutal...'' \n\nbut no one moves to help. The laughter swells, rolling like thunder. My whole body feels like it's on fire. I want to disappear. I want to claw Anijah's eyes out. Mostly I just want my towel back so I can pretend this never happened.\n\nAnijah stands ten feet away, towel in claw, laughing so hard her finned shoulders shake. ``Nice form, princess!''\n\n``Please...'' I whisper, voice breaking. ``Just... give it back.''\n\nShe tosses the towel aside like trash and saunters toward the free weights, still chuckling.\n\nI scoop the bag, hugging it to my chest. Then sprint, naked, ears flapping wildly. I clutch my clothes as I run back toward the locker room. Cheers and more laughter chase me. Paws slap tile, cold air bites everywhere, but I don't look back.\n\nI slam into a changing stall, door banging shut. My shaking paws fumble the lock. I put my clothes on in record time, the. I sit on the bench, knees drawn up, breathing hard. Never again, I tell myself. Except tomorrow's still coming, and Anijah knows exactly where I'll be.\n\nFriday:\n\nMy nerves are shot, every time I close my eyes I see the stage lights and hear the music. I might mess up because my thighs are still sore from this week. I just need one peaceful workout. One single day without her.\n\n``Hey, bunny.'' Anijah's voice cuts through the locker room like a fin through water. \n\nI step back until my shoulders hit the lockers. ``Please. Not today. I'm already stressed out. I need to focus. The recital is tomorrow. I can't-''\n\n``I don't care.'' She says, her voice callous. \n\nShe closes the distance in two strides. Her claws hook the front of my panties through my shorts and yank upward hard. The fabric slices straight between my pussy lips, digging deep and burning instantly. I shriek, high and sharp. My paws fly down, clawing at her wrist.\n\n``Anijah! Stop! That hurts!'' I scream\n\nShe just grins wider and lifts. My toes leave the floor. The elastic stretches tight, sawing between my folds and up my ass at the same time.\n\nShe cackles ``Aw, look at you.'' \n\nShe bounces me once. My whole body jolts, and the fabric grinds deeper. ``Beg nicer, princess.''\n\n``Please!'' My voice cracks, fire gone. ``I'll do anything, just put me down! I have to perform tomorrow!''\n\n``Too bad.'' She replies. \n\nBounce number two makes the stretch worse, the waistband creaks like it's about to snap. She starts walking, carrying me by the front of my own underwear toward the bathroom stalls. Each step bounces me again.\n\nMy legs kick uselessly in the air, ears flopping desperately. Every jolt sends fresh fire between my legs and up my crack.\n\n``Stop! Everyone can see!'' I gasp, cheeks burning hotter than the pain. ``You're such a bully!''\n\n``And you're such a delicate little pussy.'' Bounce three. The elastic tears a little at the seams. ``Keep squirming. It's fun.''\n\nI'm crying now, small and humiliated. ``I hate you. I hate you so much.''\n\nShe laughs and bounces me a fourth time, and the panties finally rip clean off with a loud snap. I crash to the cold tile, bare ass hitting the floor. Before I can even suck in a breath she grabs my long ears, and drags me across the floor.\n\nI kick wildly, paws grabbing my own ears to try to lessen the pull. ``Let go of my ears! They're sensitive!''\n\nShe tugs harder. ``Everything about you is sensitive!''\n\nWe slam into the last stall, she kicks the door open with her foot and hauls me inside. The toilet bowl stares up at me. It's disgusting, stained brown, and cloudy water that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks. The smell alone makes my stomach twist.\n\n``Anijah, please... please, please don't do this.'' My voice is pure fear now, trembling. ``I'll do anything. I swear. Just not the toilet. Anything but that.''\n\nShe doesn't answer with words. She forces me to my knees and shoves my face straight down. Cold, filthy water closes over my muzzle. I scream bubbles. \n\nThe flush roars as water spins, slamming my ears and whiskers around. She yanks me up just long enough for one gasping breath.\n\n``Ready for round two, ballerina?''\n\n``No! Wait!'' I cry. \n\nDown again. Flush number two. The swirlie is longer this time, my head spins with the water. I slap at the rim, paws scraping porcelain. She holds me under until my lungs scream, then pulls me up.\n\nI cough, water streaming off my face and soaking my ears. ``Stop! please! I can't breathe!''\n\nShe dunks me a third time. Flush. The water feels even colder now. My ears are heavy, waterlogged, dragging me down. Bubbles explode from my nose.\n\nFourth dunk. Flush. She twists my ears while I'm under, grinding my muzzle against the dirty bowl. I'm thrashing, legs kicking the stall walls, paws beating uselessly against her arm.\n\nFifth time. She holds me longer, maybe ten full seconds while the toilet keeps flushing. When she finally yanks me out I'm coughing so hard I almost vomit, chest heaving, ears hanging like wet rags.\n\nShe lets go at last. I slump sideways on the tile, dripping, shaking, gasping. Anijah stands over me, wiping her claws on her shorts like she just finished a light workout. \n\n``Good luck tomorrow, skank!'' She says, voice dripping fake sweetness. ``Try not to slip on stage with all that toilet water still in your ears.''\n\nI stay on the floor for a long minute, coughing, wiping my face with trembling paws. My ears feel twice their normal weight. The taste of shame coats my tongue. Tomorrow I have to stand under bright lights in a clean white leotard and dance like none of this happened.\n\nSomehow... I will.\n\nSaturday:\n\nToday's the day! I stand in front of the dressing-room mirror backstage, the single bulb overhead casting soft shadows across my fur. The pristine white leotard hugs my curves, tight enough to smooth every line, loose enough to let me breathe. \n\nI run my paws down the fabric, checking for any telltale red marks from the week. There are faint ones along my inner thighs and the small of my back, ghosts of wedgies and powder burns, but the tights and lighting will hide them. No one in the audience will know.\n\nMy ears are finally dry. They perch high with forced determination, though the bases still ache faintly from being yanked and twisted. I lean closer to the mirror and dab concealer under my eyes. Last night I cried in the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing at the phantom taste of shame. This morning I woke up different. Not bruised, sore, or humiliated, but ready.\n\nI powder my paws one last time, the soft puff reminding me of that cursed itching bottle. A bitter laugh escapes. `You thought you could ruin this, Anijah?' I mutter to my reflection. `You dunked my head, ripped my clothes, made me beg. And I'm still here. Still dancing.'\n\nThe brat in me wants to storm the gym tomorrow and claw that shark-toothed grin off her face. The rest of me knows better. She's bigger and meaner, but she doesn't get to own this stage.\n\nFrom the hallway I hear the orchestra tuning, the low murmur of the audience settling. My heart kicks harder. It's not just nerves, but something fiercer. I survived the week. I took every yank, every flush, every laugh, and I'm still standing. If I can walk out of that locker room dripping and shaking, I can walk onto this stage.\n\nI smooth my ears one last time, straighten my posture, and smile at the mirror. It's real this time, not forced. The stage manager calls places. I step out of the dressing room, paws steady, tail flicking once with quiet defiance.\n\nAnijah's laugh still echoes somewhere in the back of my mind. But the music is about to start. The lights will hit, and I'll leap. I survived the week, now I dance.\n\nThe End\n\n"
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profile.api.json · CAS artifact Download
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106201.json · CAS artifact Download
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