Mixy liked to think she was different, from the rest of her class. The Bunnelby was the sort of girl that kept her head down, when the rest of them were throwing paper aeroplanes or kicking around soccerballs during lessons.

In her school, she was an academic star, one who could get a place at any of the best universities in the country if she applied herself... At least compared to the immature halfwits that she had to call her peers.

It wasn't a big surprise that she didn't have an abundance of friends like the popular Pokemon did, though she still had a few to keep her company. Like any good friend, they laughed together, cried together, studied together, the usual school friend stuff, really.

And of course, they were just as delighted as Mixy herself, when she got invited to be one of their school's representatives, in the bi-annual competition with their life-long rival school, in their chess tournament.

Most years, it was a friendly competition of sports and games between them, with a few trophies and prizes for those who really excelled. But this year, the "friendly" aspect was in question; both schools had been locked in a bit of prank war with one another, and though it started light-heartedly, things had quickly gotten out of hand.

The harmless pranks of drawing on the other school's chalkboards, putting superglue on the chairs and stealing/hiding the mascot had long since passed, and they began moving onto more dangerous ground for their little war.

Now, the students had moved on to the likes of spiking sports coolers, flattening bike & car tyres, and even making moves on some of the Pokemon of the opposite sex, that had caused a few couples to break up with each other. It was all rather juvenile, really.

Of course, the authorities were little help to calm things down.

"Kids will be kids." "Let them get it out of themselves." "They'll grow up soon enough."

The usual excuses. Those lazy Grumpigs and Slakings were as much as use as a broken calculator during a maths exam.

Which was why it came as little surprise, when the day arrived of the chess tournament, the ground-type encountered a nasty surprise on her way to the location, in the form of a big black van, pulling up alongside her.

Before she could even ask, the door slid open and a pair of masked figures reached out to the unsuspecting bunny, grabbing her & pulling her into the vehicle, before speeding off.

A bag of sorts was thrown over her face and tied around her neck, though not tightly enough to suffocate her, and her hands were bound behind her back. She felt herself getting shifted about with each twist and turn the van made, until it was brought to a sudden sharp stop, propelling the Bunnelby forwards, hitting her head against the steel wall, dazing her for a few seconds.

But she didn't have time to regain her bearings, before she heard the door open again, and was pulled out of the van, and carried into a building, her feet barely touching the ground as they made their way down a few hallways

Her captors stopped, and she felt herself being lifted up and set down, her rear sitting on a cold metal chair as something was happening to her hands and feet.

Given her IQ, it didn't take her long to realize that she was stuck in a pair of stocks, but more importantly, she had a hunch who was behind this little joke that had gotten out of hand.

Sure enough, once the bag was removed, she was met with the sight of someone she wasn't exactly thrilled to see smiling wickedly at her.

Solace.

The energetic Scorbunny that was well-known to both her own and Mixy's school, mostly for the wrong reasons, who had a knack for getting into all kinds of trouble. Sure, she was a great athlete and it was easy to see the appeal to her in that regard, but she wasn't exactly known for her friendliness or good behavior. Fortunately for the bound bunny, she had never had the misfortune to cross her path. That was, until now.

"W- What do you want?" The bunny asked, her voice shaking a little, as she looked the taller rabbit over. "W- Why am I here?"

Solace grinned and crossed her arms, looking down at her captive.

"Relax, Bun-Bun. I'm not going to hurt ya." The Scorbunny replied, her voice carrying a hint of her evil, and that her words weren't exactly truthful nor trustworthy.

A glance down from her captor and to her feet, Mixy was able to better see her new medieval-style binding. Or maybe it was more appropriate to describe it as "old", instead.

They were in superb condition, for what they were. They must've been maintained pretty well, and she could tell by how easily they held her ankles in place, keeping them separated from one another and her body exposed, and if she wasn't in the situation she was in, she might have given praise where it was due.

But the fact of the matter was that the Bunnelby was stuck and unable to get away from her captor, and that made the good quality of the stockade feel all the worse.

She tugged and pulled on the wooden boards, but she couldn't move an inch. Granted, physical education was the one subject she was lacking in, but that didn't stop her from trying to escape her binds.

"Well, four eyes..." Solace began to explain, as the figures from the van stood by her side, removing their masks to reveal themselves to her; a Ledian and a Vaporeon, both of them female. "I know you're super into this whole geeky stuff; chess, computers, studying, all that boring crap."

Mixy looked at her kidnapper in confusion, not exactly sure where the conversation was going.

"Uh, y- yeah? Th- Tho what?" The bunny inquired, exchanging nervous glances between the three of them. None of them exactly bared the image of mercy.

"So..." Her new acquaintance continued, pointing a finger at their trapped guest, which her two lackeys followed to begin whatever they had planned for her.

On cue, the Bug-type and the Water-type approached the helpless first-form, watching her look nervous as the Ledian reached for something behind her, whereas the Vaporeon went straight for her shoes, pulling both them and her socks off before she even had the chance to give it a thought.

"W- Wait!" The Bunnelby called out, her lispy voice shaking in worry and anxiety as she struggled again, but the stocks held firm, and kept her pinned as her bare feet were exposed. "Thtop! What're you doing?!"

To make matters worse, the other minion from behind her made her move as well, grabbing the base of Mixy's pompfy sweater and swiftly pulling it over her head, along with the zip on her skirt, leaving her in only her bra & panties.

"W- Whoa, hey!" She called out, as she felt her clothes being removed from her body, her face blushing brightly. Not only from what they were doing, but also the detail that doubled the humiliation.

As she wasn't expecting anyone to see her undergarments today, she had decided on a sentimental but less-than-ideal for viewing choice, consisting of a bright yellow panties with little carrots and hearts decorated on them, and a bra that matched the level of embarrassment; a pristine white with frilly edges and straps.

It wasn't exactly the kind of thing that you would expect a teenager to be wearing, but Mixy had always liked cute things, and didn't care how childish they might've been perceived. Plus, her mom said she looked adorable in them, so they always had a sense of comfort to them.

But for the current moment, "comfort" was the last word she was thinking of, as her eyes went wide and her blush deepened, and the bunny couldn't help but let out a nervous whimper.

As for her new "friends", they had quite the opposite reaction; after a brief pause to take in the humiliating scene, the three of them burst out laughing, the two goons pointing at the Bunnelby and the Scorbunny's laughter the loudest and most mocking.

"What the hell are those?!" Solace exclaimed, tears coming to her eyes, as her laughter echoed off the walls of the room.

Never before in her life did Mixy want to crawl into a hole and hide. Sure, she had been teased plenty of times before, but this was a completely new level of mortifying.

One might even say, traumatising.

"T- They're i- im- important!" She tried to retort, trying to hold back her own tears and not give her tormentors the satisfaction, though it was proving to be a struggle; she was already on the brink.

The laughter continued for a few seconds more, before the leader managed to regain her composure and resumed the conversation.

"Heh heh, important, huh?" Solace inquired, moving over to reach down to the undergarments, slipping a finger under them and tugging them upwards, letting her see the goodies inside. "You know what's important to us, know-it-all?"

A moment of tension passed by, before the captor released the underwear, letting them return to being around Mixy's waist with a *SNAP*, earning a wince from the bound bunny.

"Charity." Came the follow-up, as she walked back to standing in front of her toy.

The answer brought her attention back to the bigger & stronger rabbit Pokemon, wondering where she would be going with this conversation. What could charity possibly have to do with-?

"Aaaaaahhhh!" The Bunnelby suddenly exclaimed, feeling something stroke against her foot, giving her an unpleasant feeling of being tickled.

Her eyes darted down, and her fears were confirmed as she saw the Scorbunny holding her finger above her foot, and it worsened when she moved it back down, stroking the exposed foot again, this time downwards and even slower.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" She repeated, a little louder than the last time, as her head fell back and her toes clenched up.

The sensation was just as awful as she imagined, and a feeling of dread overcame her, realising that she had just given away a vital weakness to her enemy.

Like most people, she didn't enjoy being tickled, but the Bunnelby's sensitivity was at a level that was well above normal. Poking her in the belly just once would elicit a jolt from the rabbit. Really, any tickling below the neck could render her helpless for a few seconds, at least.

In hindsight, that might have been the reason she had been targeted for this sick little game. Did they want information from her?

She didn't get to ask, before she found her feet suddenly under attack by, what felt like, an army of wriggling fingers, scratching and stroking against her soles and toes, the latter of which were quickly clenching up as the assault began.

"Heeheeheehahahaha!" The bunny let out, unable to resist the giggles from coming out of her mouth, helplessly squirming about as she was attacked like this. "Hehehehehhehehehehe! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

It hadn't even been five seconds, and she was already a laughing mess, unable to think about anything else other than the tickling.

She was so distracted with it that she didn't even notice the other two getting their cameras set up, immortalising the scene.

And as if to keep things that way, Solace opened her mouth, breaking that evil grin on her face.

"See, there's a new little orphanage that just opened, near Kangaskhan Storage, that she even helped set up." She explaining, drawing lines & circles on the feet with her fingers, torturing said feet's owner relentlessly. "Such a sweetheart, isn't she~"

Mixy couldn't answer even if she wanted to, as she could barely comprehend the statement through their unpleasant activity.

"Problem is, stuff like that needs money. Lots o' big money~" She elaborated, scratching the soles as the camera flashed.

"Ghehehehehehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahahahahah! Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Was all Mixy could let out, twisting and turning pathetically.

The bound bunny's laughter grew louder and more desperate, as the tickling grew more intense and the tormentor continued to play with her soles.

"That, my bookworm friend, is where you come in~"

Mercifully, she found her feet free of the fingers, Solace standing back up and walking away from the stocks, letting the Bunnelby catch her breath for a moment.

However, if she thought it would be any easier from this point, she would be disappointed again.

Once she got a grasp on the situation, she could see the bigger bunny carrying a... Sign?

Like something outside of Kecleon market, a small four-legged folding sign was suddenly placed in front of her a few feet away, facing the door. The door that Solace was now heading to.

She could only dread what it said, but she might have gotten a big clue, when she took note of the two lackeys bringing something over to accompany it.

Namely,  a pair of tables, one of them filled with rotting fruit & veg, of which the bunny could smell from there, and the other containing some contents she was dreading. Feathers, baby oil, brushes & , and even toothbrushes, the sight of which made the captive gulp.

And to complete the scene, the Vaporeon placed a little bowl on the table, clearly with the intent of collecting money.

Now she was putting the pieces together, and each piece made her heart sink lower.

'No...' She thought to herself, watching in despair as Solace reached for the doorknob. 'Please, no...'

But she couldn't stop it.

Sure enough, the door opened, and a line of other teenage Pokemon were outside, all of them gathering inside the room.

And each one that entered, had their phones out, filming & taking pics of the whole thing.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The Scorbunny exclaimed, arms stretched out and a huge grin on her face, welcoming the new arrivals into her humble abode. "Thank you for coming to our fundraiser! Our new friend Mixy has volunteered to be your entertainment for the afternoon! I'm sure you all prefer to see her here like this, rather than at some dumb chess table."

Mixy blushed brighter, her face flushed in anger and embarrassment, struggling against the stocks.

"Come on, don't be shy!" She continued, standing aside and letting them get closer to the captive. "Only $2 to tickle her for 12 seconds, $10 for a minute! Fruit & veggies from Kecleon market, only $3 per piece! You can't miss!"

The crowd were eager, and quickly formed a line in front of the tables, paying up for their turn.

The first up was a Helioptile, clearly an energetic little thing, who had popped $9 in the bowl and picked up a rotting orange, a melon and a turnip, a ready look on her face.

"W- Wait, no, no, pleathe!" Mixy called out, squirming against her binds, looking at the Helioptile fearfully.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as the little electric-type took aim and lobbed the rotten orange straight at her, nailing a shot on her shoulder, splatting the nasty fruit's juice all over the skin and leaving the pulp to slide down, staining her grey fur with its foul-smelling, sticky contents.

"Blegh, gross!" The bunny gagged, wincing from the smell. It was worse than she had imagined, and the fact that she still had two more to go didn't comfort her.

Sure enough, the lizard girl threw the next one, and it hit its mark just as well, though the second-shot was aimed a bit lower, this time hitting the chest, splattering and covering her stomach and her bra, leaving the juices to run down her body, as the fruit pulp slid down her chest, as the third one was lobbed at her as well.

The turnip landed with a *Splat* and was much worse; the vegetable was soft and squishy, so it basically exploded on impact, coating the area it landed on with its greenish-brown mush.

"Ughhh..." Mixy winced again, trying to wipe the remains of the once-fresh plant off her, though the shackles made it a little tricky.

Though that proved to be a small relief, as the next customer stepped up, a Ponyta, and seeing her put $10 in the bowl and head straight for her feet, the Bunnelby could only brace herself, her feet clenching up tight as the young Fire-type approached.

"Aww, how cute!" She exclaimed, looking down at the bound feet as she rubbed her hands together in anticipation. "I can't wait to hear you squeal~!"

"N- No, no, no, pleathe, no-" The bunny began, shaking her head, before her captor cut her off, beginning her assault on her sensitive soles. "Eeeeeeeeeee! Hehehehehehehee! Eheheheheheheeheeeehee! Nohohohohoho! Pleheheheheheath- aaaahhhh!"

Her feet were attacked all over by the Ponyta's fingers, and they were surprisingly fast and sharp, scratching and scribbling her defenceless soles.

The pony Pokemon had paid for a full minute, and the bunny could feel every long second tick by, as the assault continued, the Ponyta enjoying the sound of her laughs and the relishing the moment they shared with one another.

All too soon, the torture had to end, and the filly stood up again, joining the crowd as the next in line took their turn.

Mixy was already a laughing mess, but she hadn't even recovered from the current attacker before the next one came at her.

Correction: the next pair.

A Mienfoo, who had put down $10 as well, armed with a hairbrush, approached her, while a Braixen had deposited $15 for more of the rotting food, getting into position with an eggplant, an apple, a cabbage, a banana and a mango, all of them as outdated and squishy as the last set.

"Hey, nice undies~" The Fighting-type teased, looking over at the embarrassing underwear the Bunnelby was stuck in. "You wear stuff like that all the time?"

Mixy only blushed, not knowing how to respond, and that was all the time she got, before the fox fired her ammo.

The cabbage hit her right in the chest, leaving a green and yellowish stain on her bra, and the eggplant nailed her right in the face, coating it in the nasty, mushy plant.

And she didn't even have time to make a response to either one, before the fighter got to work on her feet.

"Nohohohoho! Hehehehehee- aaaaaaaahahahahaha!" The captive cried out, as her arches and toes were tortured.

The Mienfoo didn't even need to use her brush yet; the Bunnelby was so ticklish that it was hard to resist using her hands for a more personal touch.

As such, the Fighting-type grabbed her foot, her fingers wiggling against the sensitive soles for a good 20 seconds as her toes were scratched & tickled, before she moved onto the weapon of choice.

"EEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEE! N- N- NO, NO NO NO, AAAAHHAHAAAHAHAAHAAAAAAHAAAHAHAAAAA!" Came the ferocious laughter as a result.

Things only got worse for the captive, when the Braixen took aim and nailed a near perfect shot of the mango as Mixy's mouth was wide open, hitting her square in her maw.

She was left with the bitter taste of the rancid fruit, having to cough and gag a few times before the pulp was out of her mouth and spat out onto the floor, which was a challenge in and of itself, given the constant barrage of laughter she was subject to.

The brown banana came next, aiming high and hitting her square in the face, smearing the mush all over her cheek, making her wince and close her eyes tight as the foul smell of the rotten fruit invaded her nose.

Truly, this was a living hell for the young rabbit.

The final shot was a repeat, the apple landing perfectly in her mouth again, this time a bit of its juices going into her mouth, leaving her gagging and spitting out the awful tasting fruits onto the floor.

Thankfully, the minute of having her feet "groomed" was over, but that was much less than could be said for this horrible little game in itself. She still had dozens of other girls who wanted a turn with her.

Although, as she was distracted with being tormented like this, she hadn't noticed what was going on with the organiser of this "fundraiser" and her two minions.

"A burst pipe?" Solace whispered, which earned her a nod from the Vaporeon, prompting the former to stroke her chin in consideration.

The sudden news that they had just gotten about the circumstances at the place Mixy was supposed to be surprised them, as did the consequences for it.

"Wow, what are the chances. So, that means the chess tournament will be postponed..." Their leader continued, trying to think over the sound of the hearty laughing, squelching of fruit and cheers of the spectators. "Alright, no point in keeping Bright Eyes over there any longer..."

As if she had heard her, the Bunnelby screamed even louder, to the point that it could've shattered the windows, prompting Solace and her two friends to look at their new toy.

To their delight, their "donors" had moved on to the feathers, using them on her feet, which was sending the bunny over the edge. Each tender little stroke was a nightmare for the sensitive girl, making her thrash about wildly in a feeble attempt to escape the torture, 

After a few more seconds of marvelling this new weak spot for the rival school's student, Solace gathered up the clothing and the key to her stocks, as well as some kind of small device from her pocket, before handing them to the Ledian.

"Here, take these to those dorky friends of hers." She instructed, before emptying the contents into a small bag. "We'll still be here if you need me."

With a nod, the Bug-type left, leaving the rest of the girls to enjoy the show, and Solace to continue the conversation with her captive.

"So, Bun-Bun..." The Scorbunny started, looking back at her. "I hear the tournament is cancelled now, thanks to a little accident. Looks like more fun for you~"

The bunny's eyes widened, not liking the implications, though she could only laugh helplessly.

"E- E- Exc- Exth- excuthe me?!" She called out between laughs, squirming about.

She was met with an evil smile, which told her she had more plans for her.