Necro-Poké-Phila Jon was walking towards his job, dressed in simple clothes along his slim body. Recently hired to help with the morgue for wild Pokémon, he quietly dipped into the building with the rays of the midday sun fading to the fluorescent glow within the morgue. After taking off his jacket and disinfecting his hands, Jon walked down to the main room where the corpses to be filed and sorted to meet with his supervisor, Monica. She stood as she saw him approaching, putting her papers away and reaching out to shake his hand. "Hi, Jon! Nice to have you here. Since it's your first day, I'll see you through a quick training, okay?" Monica spoke softly, starting to lead Jon off towards the morgue itself. It had a concrete floor and a chilly atmosphere to match; containers of all sizes for Pokémon to rest in their death, the metal boxes having simply the label of what rested within. "Thank you for hiring me! I'm glad I can help out a little bit. And thank you a lot more for getting me while I'm still in college, I needed the extra money." He joked and followed her away to the cool room, his dark brown eyes focusing in on the steel frame rolling table with a sprawled out Lucario. The canine's cock was flopped limply to the side, having extended from its blue furred sheath in death, the mouth similarly lulling open with the tongue hanging over the sharp teeth. "So... you're going to show me how to handle the corpse?" With a nod, the pale woman pulled blue latex gloves over her slim hands. "Mhm! Now, you've been through a few classes at your school, you should know how we start." Monica stated as she began to move her hands to the corpse, lifting the arms and showing off multiple bruises along the tan furred torso of the Lucario. The bruises were dark, large spots with blue and purple coloration on the flesh under the fur, small bits of gravel and stone visible on the corpse and the table. "We can see the bruises along the ribs and see that... hmm... do you have an idea, Jon?" She offered for him to suggest how the Lucario met his demise. Giving a look over, not bothering with the gloves as he loomed over the corpse and observed, he gave a little shrug. "It looks like internal bleeding around the heart and lungs, with the bruises so dark there. Maybe he tussled with one a bit too big for him?" Jon joked and smiled, turning from the Pokémon to his manager. "Maybe it was a rock type, seeing those little fragments of pebbles sticking within his body." Jon's eyes dipped from the shattered Lucario ribs towards the cock, flopped out over the slim yet muscular thigh, a slight fire burning in his own crotch at seeing the revealed shaft. Monica gave a nod and looked down, undoing the lock of the cart with her foot. She wheeled it off, assuming her new employee would follow the bruised canine, winding her way towards a blank numbered cooling vault. "Usually, if the body is intact and not... bleeding everywhere, we put them away within vaults like these. We label the species and sex, if applicable, and slip them in." As she talked, Jon watched on as she took a pen and wrote exactly what she talked about on the identifying label over top the vault. "Okay, and I suppose... we write up a report after?" Jon asked simply as he watched Monica press her gloved hands against the corpse, slipping the soft, limp canine away into the chilly vault. As the blue furred form disappeared and was locked away with the gentle click of the refrigerated tomb, the manager turned back with a soft huff. "Mhm, I knew you knew what you were doing. We got a few more... subjects? Subjects in for observation. It's always weird as to what to call them." She laughed a bit uneasily while writing up a quick note down on a post-it sticker, giving Jon a list of three Pokémon to take care of. As she handed off the ticket with the three numbers jotted down, Monica moved aside to give the cart to Jon. As she stretched and groaned, she spoke gently "Well, I'll trust you with that. I got to head out, myself. You got good timing, coming in at the end of my shift!" With a simple nod, Jon looked at the note and back towards his boss. "Have a good night. I guess I just... handle these three, put them away, and do all the boring paperwork? Wait, don't you have paperwork to do, too?" He inquired, placing the note onto the cart while starting to move towards the first area in the medium sized Pokémon section of the cool morgue. Laughing uneasily, Monica nodded and shrugged. "Won't be the first time I take my work home with me." She said in a bit of a Freudian slip of her intentions of working here, giving a brief wave before walking off. Turning around for a moment, her emerald eyes connected with Jon's as she added one last detail, "The inspection lab is at the end of the morgue and to the left! It has all the tools you'll need to make sure you know what exactly killed your subjects!" As the click of her high heeled boots faded down the rows upon rows of corpse filled cabinets. Jon could only watch as she disappeared, slowly following with the gentle rumble of the cart within his grasp. "Well... thank you for the last-minute information..." Jon sighed and chuckled before starting to shove the cart ahead of him. Dipping down one of the steel cambered corridors, he slowed to a crawl while scanning each of the numbers along the cooled vaults, counting up and up until he got to the first box he was assigned. Grasping the chilled handle and cracking open the refrigerated container, Jon huffed as the chilled air fogged up and obscured the form within. While clearing the fog of vapor with one hand, he drew out a pair of blue latex gloves, drawing them on as his attention turned to the now revealed form. On the sliding slab of the morgue's rested a limp, almost sleeping Leafeon. The way his body was sprawled, his legs hid their balls and presented the blood clotted cuts along her form. Jon's gloved hands grabbed at his brown paws, gently tugging the Eeveelution out of the vault and allowing his limp form to rest gently on the cart. The caretaker's eyes could barely be pulled away from his body, fumbling with the door of the cell for a moment while mesmerized by the deep, brown Leafeon eyes, eyelids half closed over the unblinking gaze. The smell of his wilting leaves filled the air as Jon pressed the cart along, the plush rear and sizable balls of the Leafeon jiggling as they began to move further down the same isle. Along the trip, the Pokémon's nose began to bleed with all the sudden movements, dribbling onto the steel top as they traveled along. Pulling aside towards another cell, the human caretaker reached over the grass type's corpse and opened the door wide, the same cool fog falling out and onto the floor like a flood. Within this, there was a Vaporeon flopped over with her head blankly staring ahead to Jon. As he gently took hold of the paws of the smooth, slimy water type, he found a bruise around her neck right under the neck frill, most definitely having been strangled or hung. With a huff, the heavier Pokémon was dragged onto the cart, having flopped onto her belly and folding the back fins at an awkward position. Jon could barely stop himself from running his hand along the smooth belly of the dead Vaporeon, seeing the tiny nubs of nipples along her stomach. Instead, to save some care for the dead, he took ahold of the large tail and flipped it onto the water type's belly with a soft thwap, hiding the almost dolphin esc cunt from view. Lastly, he would be on his way towards the third and final refrigerated vault in order to obtain his last training corpse. Stepping down the concrete floored and steel walled corridor of containers with his two Poké-corpses in tow, Jon finally stopped in front of the final container. With a gentle huff, he pulled the door open and stood agape at what he saw, the form before him being far more contorted than the other two! Hidden within the chilled container, an Umbreon with an obviously broken neck was laying there on her back, the tail covering her nipple covered belly eerily similar to how Jon positioned the Vaporeon. With a gentler, more caring touch, Jon slowly pulled the black furred cutie out of the cold chamber and into his arms, coddling her like she was just a small Eevee. "Aw, sweetie..." He cooed gently, stepping aside and setting the Umbreon ever so carefully on top of its Eeveelution friends. "What happened to such a precious and pretty little girl like you? Tch. Who or whatever killed you should feel shame." Jon stated with a passive bitterness as he leaned in, one hand resting on the Vaporeon's tail as he kissed the Umbreon's cold, unresponsive lips. "Well, I'll take good care of you now. All of you!" He exclaimed, releasing his loving grasp from the chilled corpses and backing away, sighing as he then clasped his hands on the handle of the cart. Wheeling the trio of murdered Eeveelutions away to the inspection lab that Monica told him about, he breeched the door with the scan of an ID card and dipped into the slightly warmer room. Looking down to his subjects, Jon could only sigh as he moved the Umbreon to the inspection table first, heaving her body onto the steel table and looking upon her sadly. As much as he wanted a job here to help with his Pokémon anatomy and doctorate degree, he didn't think he'd feel this bad while looking down to a vulnerable, exposed corpse of one of his favorite Pokémon. Jon's gloved hands gently set the dark furred canine to the table, ever so softly running along her limp body from the sides to the legs, pressing the rings along her thighs and making her paws jostle a bit. The movement allowed him to see the Umbreon's vagina, the structure of the feral canine cunt making him feel all too horny to be okay, seeing how it gaped with the death she experienced. "Mmmm..." He hummed, carefully pulling the broken neck dark type close to his body, pressing her side to his belly and looking at her relaxed face. One gloved hand pressed against the closed eyelids, slowly dragging them open to show blank, lifeless, cross-eyed red eyes that shimmered in the fluorescent light, almost as if she had a spark of life left. "Umbreon?" Jon inquired to the corpse, leaning in and bringing his voice to a whisper while getting closer to the oval shaped ears. "Would you like me to make you feel good? I know you're a corpse, but having a bit of fun post mortem shouldn't... hurt. Nothing can hurt you now, you cute thing, only make you feel you better." His question fell onto deaf ears, but it wasn't like a lifeless Pokémon could reject, or accept, an offer like that. With a groan, Jon unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down just enough, momentarily sitting on the near frozen steel inspection table. He barely cared; he would disinfect it after. Once again, his hands would grasp the Umbreon, this time by the pits of her forelegs, drawing her up and placing her within his lap. Staring at the agape maw and unfocused eyes, he bit his lip as his throbbing cock pressed against the exposed cunt, feeling the limp legs fall away as if her begging for him to use her corpse like a masturbation tool! His cock started to press into the cold, dry cunt slowly, grunting without any lubrication to help his journey within the lovely Poké-doll he held, pressing into her small vagina nice and slowly. Although the Umbreon was dead, he still cared for her as he slipped one hand up her back to slowly straighten her neck, the other holding onto her rear to guide him in the breeding of his first corpse. "F-fuck...~" Jon moaned as he pressed in deep, pushing his tip against the dark type's cervix, unable to feel any resistance other than the natural tightness of the cave he was breeding. Holding onto the Umbreon like he would lose her any moment, he grunted and thrusted in deeper and deeper, his tip prying its way into the canine's empty womb. The corpse was warming up while pressed close to his shirt, the limp ears and tail bouncing with every single thrust, all four of her limbs flopping uselessly as Jon used her body like a cum dump. He was driven to lean in, kissing the dark type right on the yellow ring in the middle of her head, the stench of death and grass filling his nostrils as he gave the canine lifeless affection. Both of Jon's arms squeezed tighter around the plush, dead Umbreon, giving her a tight squeeze enough to pop the final bits of tension within her lower back! Grunting in satisfaction and surprise, he shoved in deeper and put pressure on the back wall of the womb, hugging the Eeveelution as he filled her canine cunt with his human cock, balls kissing the opening of her lustfully lose cavern. A hand stroked along the corpse's silky-smooth fur, giving the disturbance needed to have a few small leaves drop away from the shattered neck of the cute, floppy Umbreon doll. Panting and groaning, Jon continued to speed up as he rubs and loved on the Umbreon; giving her all the affection he assumes she was denied in life. "F-fucking hell... you're such a good girl, so good...~" His lustful moans carried to her ears, the hand along her neck easing up to lift one of the floppy ovals-of-listening to his lips, giving the softer inner edge a sloppy kiss. "Was it that... Leafeon that got you?" The words carried with a protective tint to them, holding the soft canine close and speeding up, making her rear slap against his lap with each thrust. "With that scent... the angle of your neck... oh, you're such a poor little thing, I wish I got to you... sooner... f-fuck...~" He finally moaned out while bottoming within the Umbreon, spilling his hot seed into her lifeless womb, filling the small canine love tunnel with his juicy spunk. The salty liquid started to pour out of the dark type as Jon continued his fucking, bringing her butt up and then pulling her back down, enough force to make her ruby eyes roll around in her head! He was insanely aroused, the idea of an Umbreon all to himself? One that didn't disobey and took his breeding with bliss? The orgasm brought a clarity to his mind, Jon finally feeling that wanting to love on the dead and give them affection, romantic as well as sexual, was something special in its own right! Panting and squeezing the Eeveelution close to his chest, he laid back and held the neck snapped dark type like he would lose her in the next second if he didn't hold on tight. She was effectively a plush at this point, being held and handled like a cute little object that would listen without question. "Ha..." He panted while rubbing one of the ears between his fingers, feeling the cooled body and lack of any blood flow. "Did you like that, Umbreon?" Jon asked to the corpse, not expecting any answer other than the silence the Eeveelution's limp vocal cords could manage. "Mhm... if it was that Leafeon that got you, sweetie, I might have to punish him. You were too cute to get a neck snap like that, but you're a good girl." He sighed while petting the head of the Umbreon, his thumb gently pushing against the eyelid and revealing one of the gorgeous, lifeless rubies locked in her head. Groaning as he relaxed, allowing his cock to grow flaccid within his pretty doll, Jon's cum stained his crotch and dripped down to wet his pants. The Umbreon could barely care, sleeping the eternal sleep cuddled up to her caretaker and handler, the only warmth in her body from the cock within her and the arms around her. However sweet the snuggling was, it had to end as Jon nudged the dark type aside and sat up, drawing his pants up his legs and hiding away his cum coated cock once again. His attention turned to the limp Vaporeon, slowly moving his arms around her like coddling a child, picking up the water type Eeveelution and transporting her to the examination table next to the cum filled Umbreon. Her corpse was laid there on her back, the tail covering her sex and nipple nubs starting to slip after the movement. Jon caught this and carefully set the tail aside, allowing it to dangle off the table and show off the entire cyan body, the blank black eyes gazing lifelessly towards some other horizon in his general direction. A soft sigh sounded from the caretaker's lips as his gloved hands began to run up the mostly smooth belly of the Vaporeon, his digits rolling across each of the nipples and towards the neck, where most of the damage was. "Oh, let me guess," Jon spoke to himself as well as the cute, slightly tubby Vaporeon sprawled out before him, "It was the Leafeon who got you, too? Hmm..." He sighed while feeling the bruised neck, using one hand to press the webbed fin out of the way to get a proper look at it. With how the purple bruise was textured, it did look rather plant like with random, squirming lines like wild vines crawling along her neck. The picture of the Vaporeon and Umbreon being strangled by the yet untouched Leafeon made Jon minorly upset, more disappointed how the Leafeon was murderous and got comeuppance without his help. "I swear, that Leafeon caused a bit too much damage, hasn't he?" He spoke again to the Vaporeon, putting a finger into her mouth and feeling across the flat, plant eating teeth with a smile, playing with her tongue and squeezing it between his pointer finger and thumb before drawing it out. His arousal only lulled for a moment after his orgasm, an erection already pitching a tent in his pants while playing with the corpse that would be a good bit of sushi if everything went well. Dragging her closer by her maw, the soft squeak of her dried figure along the steel table signaling how she got closer to her caretaker. With a sharp inhale, Jon bent down and gave a lick to the dolphin-like vagina of the Vaporeon, giving it some much needed moisture, whether he liked the taste or smell of dead fish was besides the point. His tongue wiggled deep within the cyan folds before drawing out, a few bubbles of saliva squeezing out of the tight, aquatic cave of a cunt, showing to Jon the task of fucking he had here. Although he set her up for a good bit of breeding, the tongue now lulling out of her limp maw made him reconsider, placing one of his blue gloves along her cunt and digging his fingers nice and deep! Jon moved the Vaporeon around, having her head hanging off the end of the table with the limp tongue almost licking at her own nose, getting a smile from the necrophiliac. Undoing his pants once again, the caretaker prodded his exposed, slightly moist cock into the dry maw of the strangled water type, sighing while feeling the tongue and tight throat gently embrace his lustful bits. Pressing in deeper and putting the cold, almost frozen nose to his balls, Jon started to throat fuck the limp and loose throat! Keeping a hand fingering the tight cunt of the Vaporeon, he ensured the lifeless corpse would at least get something in return, if she could feel the sexual love he was giving her from both ends. It was oddly romantic how Jon continued to pleasure the Pokémon that were murdered and placed into his care and trust, from hugging the Umbreon and now fingering the Vaporeon? What more would he do to the adorable creatures that deserved just a little bit more love? Although he wasn't thinking of how he would give pleasure to others, all of Jon's conscious mind was focused on throat fucking the empty bellied Vaporeon, using his fingers deep within her. His other hand pressed along her belly and gave each nipple a soft rubbing, making the corpse feel a bit of after life pleasure as he got off himself. Pounding deeper and deeper within her throat, the balls gently slapping against the cool nose and almost hitting the dead eyes, his speed stayed rather consistent as he made love to the lovely creature. Each thrust within her limp maw got the caretaker closer and closer to orgasming and giving the sweet sushi a bit of filling! One of his hands felt the slightly tubby belly and caressed the entire form of the Vaporeon, giving her the bodily affection as her corpse was gently held and teased, almost tickled in some places. Reaching lower and lower towards the neck, Jon felt his own cock making a bulge within the gilled throat of the water type, feeling the almost ribbed texture they gave to the fuck hole. Grunting and giving one final thrust, he began to orgasm within the dry throat of the limp Eeveelution, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he began to draw out. Cum started to gush from the gills, staining the other glove and the smooth, cyan skin of the Vaporeon, his speed increasing to milk as much pleasure and jizz as possible from his body. Exhausted and panting, Jon drew his fingers from the saliva filled cunt of the sweet cuddle fish as he laid on top of her, leaving his balls shivered against the chilled nose of the Eeveelution. His face was buried in the soft, cold belly of the Vaporeon, able to feel the layer of fat that allowed her innards to stay warm in chilled environments, even though her shut off bodily functions didn't help this. Fingers tracing the lovely anatomy of the cute corpse, leaning in and suckling on one of the pinched erect nipples, even though he knew no milk would come from her. Regaining his strength after a moment, Jon pushed himself away and drew his cock out of the limp maw, leaving it hanging open and a small stream of cum dripping into the inky black eye of the Vaporeon. Moving away and hurriedly drawing his pants up, the caretaker snagged up a handful of cleaning towelettes from the examination room, taking them to the two cum filled Pokémon. Using one or two towelettes, Jon cleaned the Umbreon first, wiping her dripping canine cunt and pulling out most of the cum after gentle fingering. He would then then stuff another towelette within in order to catch more that hasn't dripped out of the lovely hole just yet. Turning his attention to the Vaporeon, Jon knelt in front of her and began to clean the cum out of her eye first, then wiggling the same cloth into her maw to clean her throat as well. Upon withdrawing the cloth, he gave the cute fish a kiss and then cleaned her gills, almost fingering the unused breathing channels to properly clean his jizz from her body. Lastly, one towelette was pressed to the water type's sex and cleaned the splattered saliva, cleaning both of the lovely corpses nicely. Gazing at the pair, Jon's attention was snatched up by the tight pucker shown off by the Umbreon, her tail flopped over to the side and bent at an awkward angle. The canine almost seemed to be inviting her caretaker to get a good taste of her little pink star of an asshole, showing off her ebony furred body and cloth stuffed cunt to the necrophiliac. Even in death, she had a viciously flirty attitude! It was enough of a lure to send Jon pressing himself in close, giving the musky tailhole a soft lick up its folds, pressing his face into the soft furred cheeks, his nose pressing them apart. The sweet, tangy taste of flowers and pollen came from the squishy butt of the canine, the tongue lapping across the vulnerable folds being almost overwhelmed with the taste, but it still wanted more. Jon pressed in and made sure to clean out the butt of his favorite Eeveelution, giving the dead Umbreon a good tongue fucking in her tight, barely used asshole. Gasping as he pulled away from the clean love tunnel of the dark type, the necrophiliac gave the butt a gentle pat and watched it jiggle from the jolt that he sent through it with the soft slap. His attention was finally turned to the naughty boy sprawled out on the cart, the Leafeon's plush rear up in the air with blood dripping down his pale-yellow face. Bringing a gloved hand, Jon caressed the exposed butt and gave it a soft slap, sighing while looking at the corpse with a disappointed glare that would put experienced mothers to shame. "Well, Leafeon, you really were mean, weren't you?" He said, carefully drawing the canine body to his chest and flopping the plant type onto the inspection table, further away from the two girls he presumably killed before dying himself. "Even though you were a bad plant, I can't help it. What got you all roughed up, too?" Jon inquired, pressing his hands along the stomach of the fluffy plant, running his gloved fingers along the rough, untamed fur. Feeling over the corpse with a careful and caring touch, the caretaker could feel ribs broken and shattered within the Leafeon, only able to let out a sorrowful sigh. With the assumption of the smaller creature being destroyed by a large Pokémon after he killed the Umbreon and Vaporeon, Jon could feel a mixture of sorrow and joy rising in his chest while glaring down at the little murderer. His hands rolled up further, feeling the wilting chest leaf on the Leafeon's body, then easing up to the neck to feel a few blood clots in the veins and arteries. It was a shame to have the corpse before him with so much internal damage, even feeling a bit of internal bleeding along the grass type's guts, but Jon could only do so much to help a Pokémon after it becomes a corpse. "So, little guy." He addressed the lovely little Leafeon, exposed with his shaft barely showing a prick of his cock. "I'm curious, why did you kill the two cuties?" Jon asked, barely expecting an answer while leaning into the large leaf-like ears, giving it a nibble as his hand darted down to grasp the Eeveelution's exposed balls. They felt nice and full, if not a bit too full, his thumb rolling over them and giving the yellow furred sheath some attention. Prodding a finger into the shaft, Jon rubbed against the red canine cock, almost attempting to coax it out for the Leafeon's final bit of pleasure. "I suppose you've already suffered enough, haven't you? I might as well give you a few minutes of pleasure, but I won't be the nicest. I hope you know that, you adorable little plant." With his teasing affection, Jon's fingers tried to spread the tight sheath's opening, trying to fit two digits within the lazily eyed Leafeon's body, wanting to get the cock out of its hidey-hole. Wiggling and grunting with the difficulty to get it out without hurting the corpse's mostly pristine body, the caretaker eventually gave in and moved his head down to the cold belly. As his lips ensnared the tip of the shaft, Jon sucked and gasped as the canine cock began to fill his mouth, the slimy texture making him almost gag as it touched his tongue! The taste of pre cum filled his mouth as he moved away from the lilac scented Eeveelution's belly, having gotten close enough to get a decent whiff of the odor. Now with his eyes looking towards the slimy cock, Jon gently gripped it and began to tug upwards, pulling more and more of the red fucking toy out of the canine's body. "That's it, that's a good boy, show me that pretty little cock~" The necrophiliac said, watching as the knot strained against the rim of the sheath, the fat tying tool trying to escape from its tight prison. With a satisfactory groan, the shaft was fully exposed with the dripping knot exposed, covered in both water vapor as well as the last orgasm of the musky Leafeon. "Well, I think it's about time I give you just a little bit more attention, yea?" Jon said, kissing the forehead of the Eeveelution. "I forgive you, but you'll have to work extra hard to get the girls to forgive you, too." He said in that caring, affectionate voice. While he cooed soft nothings into the leaf ear, Jon began to jerk off the Eeveelution and tease his cock with a few touches along the curved tip. Feeling his chilled dick and using the slime of his last orgasm, the Leafeon was pleasured with the gloved hand giving him a sweet orgasm from the grave! Although, Jon wasn't getting much pleasure himself, so his plan changed halfway through masturbating the Eeveelution's cock. He pulled the Leafeon closer, spreading the brown paws away and pressing his cock to the asshole, pressing into the tightest hole and grunting as the Pokémon took it surprisingly easy. Shuddering and moaning, the caretaker began to fuck the Leafeon, watching as his tongue lulled uselessly out of his dead head and those pure brown eyes roll around helplessly within the skull. The visual of a grass type, one associated with life, dead and flopping around like a silly toy was one that turned Jon on, making his thrusts grow harder and more erratically paced as he continued. Soft groans of pleasure came as Jon fucked the final Eeveelution, shoving his cock deep into the tight asshole to only slap his balls against the grass type's! Reaching down low, the caretaker began to jerk off the Leafeon once again, using the corpse's erect cock as a handle to fuck harder and harder as he edged closer to his own orgasm. "O-oh fuck, what a good little fuck hole you are, you naughty little plant~ You need a good... watering, don't you?" He groaned and leaned in, biting at the floppy leaflet of an ear, ripping into the moist and wilting greenery to leave a decently sized bite within it. Jon could barely stop himself now, humping and laying over top the pale yellow Leafeon, pressing his shirt to the fluffy back while fucking the tight asshole raw. Jon slipped out of the asshole for a moment, allowing his lips to kiss the slimy canine cock before him, giving it a gentle lick along the sensitive underside. He licked and suckled on the cock, giving the swollen knot a kiss on top before slamming his hips back into the Leafeon's plush butt, sending his cock burrowing deep inside! Finally, with a gentle gasp, the caretaker began to orgasm within the third corpse, finally emptying his balls all the way as his white seed would attempt to impregnate the plant. The rim of the tight tail hole squeezed against the shaft as Jon exited, panting and exhausted from his activities, almost collapsing on the examination table of the morgue next to his three cuddly Eeveelutions. It was heartbreaking to say goodbye to them, rubbing each of their heads in turn and giving their cold noses kisses before piling them carefully back onto the cart. Jon then wheeled them down to their containers, slipping each of them away in a modest position as they would await his return or another examiner, the air tight doors of the vaults sealing away the valuable toys. The cool air of the vaults graced his skin while he placed each of them in turn away, giving the corpses a slight smile while sealing them away once again. As his final act of the day, he disappeared into the office and began to write a report for each of the three, well-behaved Eeveelution corpses. First, he wrote for the Umbreon, noting how her neck felt shattered and her body seemed fine other than that, jotting down how there were no abnormalities within her crimson eyes or any tufts of fur ripped or pulled out of her flesh, only a smooth jet-black coat. Second, the Vaporeon was noted as having vine-like strangle marks just below the neck fin, the gills seeming damaged as if something was shoved in there that wasn't meant to be in there; no abnormalities along her body either. Lastly, the report for the Leafeon was written about, stating how it felt like he had many broken bones if not internal bleeding as well as bite marks along the leaves, sorrowfully noting how he was the most likely to need incineration for risk of contamination of the area. As all of the files were reported and slipped into their respective categories, Jon breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he reclined in the office chair, satisfied with his first day and looking forward to a long career within the morgue.