*Whoooooooooo!* The factory whistle blew. Dragonite workers dutifully headed inside and went to the machines and sections they were stationed at for the day. Various sizes of machinery with various functions lined the floor; some taller than the Dragonites themselves while others reached their belly in height. Each section had a large black tube that went from the ceiling to the machine or holding chamber next to the machine. Some of the stations did not contain machines and instead contained weaponry or other tools. At least a dozen or so were at the disposal of the large Pokemon, though only five would be manned today.

"Ok boys, we had a good shipment of undesirables last night so don't spend too much time on each one you get alright?" A large uddered Miltank addressed the group as they nodded and smiled; glad to hear they had a good amount to work with. "Good luck all!" With that she walked off to her office and a bell began obnoxiously hammering, letting all who were there know it was time to be prepared. They gave each other a smile before hearing the muffled tumbling above them. 

Pokemon began flowing down the tubing for each of the Dragonites. Depending on the machine they were assigned the flow would range from one to five at a time. These were the undesirables the boss had been talking about; small Pokemon who had gotten into scuffles in the forest overnight or those that had low catch rates by trainers like Rattatas were the target mostly. The occasional starter was also thrown in indescriminately. 

At one station a Dragonite had already gotten his paws on a Rattata who was obviously terrified. The weak struggles were no match against the far larger Pokemon who casually held the rat by the tail and began lowering it into a dark, humming slot. He suddenly felt a sputter and saw the legs kicking harshly; still guiding the Pokemon downwards. The kicking would stop seconds later while the jutting from the machinery continued. The worker looked to the side to see a dark pink tube of meat being forced out of the stainless steel machine. "Working juuuust fine..." he'd mutter and smile to himself as he let the tail go, adding just enough for the tube to break off and fall into a biohazard bucket for later disposal.

One Dragonite had one of the most simple-looking machines at his disposal; a modified washing machine set to work for a minute at a time. A large water tank sat next to the device, and opposite of the tank was a large hole and an equally large hose that sealed itself around the hole. Within a moment three Pokemon shot down the hose from the ceiling and landed with a splash inside the water-filled machine. Grinning softly the Dragonite shut the lid and pressed a button to turn it on. They were instantly treated to the heavy duty cycle. All of the machines in the room made some kind of noise but he particularly liked the dull thudding and screams of the Pokemon inside this one; it mixed well with the chugging and thrumming motor. He also had an option to add a little something to the painful bashing and icey water submersion, which he was in the mood for this time. With a wicked smile he unscrewed a cap of bleach and poured some into a little slot. The screams only got worse when the liquid seeped inside and he had to hold the sides of the machine to make sure it wouldn't tip over. He could have sworn that one of them sounded like a Charmander. Soon the minute had passed and a gush of water could be heard emptying through the hose and into the hole next to his feet. He could see bulges squeezing through as the dying Pokemon were deposited down the hole with the chemical-tainted water. They would soon land in the factory's highly toxic septic tank underground.

Another station included a massive machine, one of if not the biggest one in the building. This required two Dragonites to operate even though it was fully automatic; one standing on each end. At the top was the tubing just like every other station had. Unlike the others these Pokemon had their paws completely tied up. They also had the largest amount deposited at all times for this machine; a total of five Pokemon landing on a black conveyor that erily guided them to a dark box-like opening. Among the regular Rattata was a Tepig and Oshawott. Their protests and worried whines could be heard turning more metallic when they went in head-first. A yellow caution light at the beginning, middle and end of the machine began flashing. Both Dragonite's looked over computer pannels on the machine to see how each of the sections were doing. A sickening crunching sound could be heard shortly that only made the now muffled screams louder. "Ok... mascerator's looking good... pressure's at a steady 100 percent... both rollers at a positive lubricant level... good rotation cycles... definitely getting some broken bones..." the one closest to the entrance said with a smile while looking over the screen and then at the dark entrance. The other worker smiled and nodded when he heard the machine was doing its job well; taking note of the puffs of compressed air that shot out of the top and sides while it worked. "Now they're in the press chamber... counting down...." *WHOOMPH! PSHHHhhhhh...* "Mh... 20 tons, that'll fuck you up." Giggled the males while they continued communicating with one another; neither being limp as their rods stuck out visibly and flexed while they worked. After being crushed, flattened, steamed, shredded to ribbons and steamed again the mangled mess of Pokemon were sealed air-tight into cans with their own juices that exited another square-shapped opening at the end. They were all dumped into a basic cardboard box as the next batch had just entered the entrance again.

"Ngh... stay still..." Groaned a Dragonite while he tried keeping a Squirtle in place at his station. The terrified water type's eyes darted around to take in all the horor around him. He kept being placed on his back but he managed to get back on his feet. "Grrr... fine then!" The blue Pokemon felt something cold on the back of his head and let out a little worried grunt. *CH-PSHHhhhhh* was all he heard before his vision went completely black and his body went into spasms. He was finally placed on his back with success while he twitched on the steel table. The dragon just snorted from his nostrils in frustration. "Great, now it's gotta charge again..." he sighed while he waited for pressure to build back into his bolt gun; a hand resting on his hip impatiently. He smirked at the pained Pokemon's blank expression while he shook about. "You wouldn't be in this kinda pain if you just let me bolt ya normally..." He'd turn the Squirtle's head to the side to see the impact point of the rod that broke through his skull and punctured his brain. "Bet that hurts like a motherfucker~" He'd smirk, getting a little hard himself like the others had been over their dominating acts with vicious tools at their disposal. It took a full half minute to ready the pressure once again. This time with both hands and a steady pressure applied to the Pokemon's forehead he pulled the trigger, getting a big puff of visibly compressed air to the face; far less threatening than the penetrating rod that tore through bone with a viscious crunch. He let go of the bolter and let it suspend by its own air tubing for a moment to throw the expired turtle into a trash bag. A Rattata now landed on his table right after he deposited the Squirtle in the bag, but he needed to wait for the pressure to build again. "Ugh... he just threw off my whole rhythm. ...Hey, take care of this one for me while I recharge." He'd say to another smiling Dragonite who watched the rat fly from his hand to the floor; face first.

"Hey no problem man~" he'd say while putting a foot firmly down on the tail. Without missing a beat he took the shotgun he had in his hands, firmly gripped it to his side, and fired. The Rattata's body was completely pelted from head to toe with hot pellets that splattered its blood across the floor like wet paint; its brain now lazily falling out from the weakened skull and tenderized flesh. With a cheeky grin he pumped the used shell out and loaded in the next for later. His station was the simplest of the bunch; just a make-shift firing range that Pokemon would get dumped into and shreded with bullets. It was no louder than most of the other machines and rarely startled the group. His biggest job was to make sure that he would not get caught off guard when he was given Pokemon to deal with since not many were deposited to his station. Thanks to the over-abundance of Pokemon today, he already had a nice pile against the wall and strewn through the length of the small range. There was also a good amount of white gunk that started from his station to halfway down the range. Within a few moments another Pokemon was deposited to his station, only one this time. He began walking down the range to the confused Turtwig that now stumbled in pain from falling wrong and the pile of Pokemon in the corner. Without any time to react the Dragonite picked him up and flung him in the air, watching him flip and yell out. With a satisfied sigh he put the gun close to his cheek, closed one eye and steadied his grip. *K-BOOM!* The small Pokemon blew up into a fine red mist along with little chunks of unrecognizable parts that fell to the floor with a dull, wet thud. "Mh... to the afterlife you go~" he'd say with a lilt in his voice and a twirl of his gun, looking quite proud of himself while he made his way back to the safety of his station to wipe away the dozens of small blood droplets off his body.

The last station required two more Dragonites. The last group oversaw another large machine with a large skull a label that read "WARNING: COROSIVE" that looked much more simple compared to the complex canner that the others maintained. Instead, these two had a somewhat cylindracle machine with three tubes attached. One was for the depositing of Pokemon, one for pumping in the fluids from above that would be used, and the other from below which then made a sharp turn to the right into a wall for draining. Draining had just finished for the one batch they were working on, and yet another batch of four Pokemon shot down into the tank with an echoing ting. They could hear cries from Rattatas inside, but like the rest they continued their duty with a casual air. "Alright, turn the valve." At that command the Dragonite did so; the wheel squeaking obnoxiously while a gush of fluids could be heard flowing down the pipe above. The one put up his paw to signal a stop to releasing fluids once it filled half way. Complains and yells could be heard inside with ease. With a soft smile the other pushed a button to engage a mixer which started up with a low hum. Inside the Rattata's were being spun around and dragged under the fluids while some managed to keep their heads afloat. Their fur had nearly all been burned away from the acids that were dumped upon them. Those that could not keep afloat were quickly received second degree burns. After a few moments of mixing the button was pressed again to turn it off; the acids inside now a frothy, bubbly concoction. Without a moment to lose the two Dragonites both pulled a release switch, causing the torrent of acid to be flushed down the pipe along with the still living Pokemon inside. They smiled when they heard their bodies thunking against the steel. The fluids and aggonized Pokemon went down the curving pipes until they reached a large square-shaped machine in the basement of the factory. Inside, the walls were squishy and ridged. Suddenly yellow caution lights flashed from all corners of the machine as a loud thunking and chugging could be heard along with pistoning hydraulics that stablized themselves on each corner. The walls inside were acting much like a stomach would during digestion; taking the rats and sloshing them around over one another with the deadly acids that surrounded them completely. The hydraulics hissed and puffed as they took the action of mechanical digestion by squeezing and churning the maliable material inside to throw the Rattata around; even compressing them tightly together at a few points in the process. This lasted a full ten minutes until the internal material went back to its normal static form. Another chamber opened up below as the mix of acid and Rattata remains, which were now almost completely unrecognizable as slop and jutting bone, were pumped through another series of pipes and into a large tanker truck outside to be dumped somewhere later. It had already been filled more than halfway throughout the day, and there was still plenty to go.
