Surge the Tenrec awakens to a burning dull pain right against her gut. Her eyes flap open as spit launches out of her mouth.

Sitting on top of her at the bottom bunk is Patters the Werewolf, a sadistic smile spread across the bigger woman's muzzle. "Wakey, wakey. Bitch's Bitch!"

The Dark-Gaia corrupted wolf grabs Surge by her quills, dragging the tenrec out of bed as the punk wheezes for her first conscious breaths for the day.

Despite the power-dampening collar that both cell mates wear, Patters is still much taller and much stronger than Surge. The wolf hefts the Tenrec up to her feet, positioning her so that she can stare down at their shared toilet. "Now, it's time to really wake up."

“No, nonononono wai!” Surge screams, but she can't finish her pleading as Patters slams her face down inside the bowl.

Casually leaning in and jiggling the handle, Patters whispers, tapping her foot and watching the water swirl about the face of the sputtering Tenrec.

Surge thrashes about, grabbing for Patters's firm, unyielding grip. Even when she gets a good hold of Patters's wrists, Surge is too weak to escape her grasp.

Once the swirlie torture is finished, Patters yanks Surge's head back up, watching as the toilet water runs down her face and drizzles off her chin.

“Ah… ha… ah…..mn…”

"Hm," Patters muses. "You don't look quite awake yet. So, she repeatedly shoves Surge back into the water with the toilet flushed.

It is horrible, but at this point, it has become a ritual to be performed when Patters is bored. Even though it's happened many times before, the disgust of it all still tingles throughout Surge.

It's only after Patters is finished with her, tossing the tenrec aside and hopping back onto her bed, when one of the perpendicular guards arrives, patting her baton in her hands.

"Wake up, you two, or you'll miss breakfast. Don't you come crying to me when you're hungry."

"Aw yeah, grub!" Patters says, leaping from her bed and pushing Surge down to get past her.

Meanwhile, Surge takes a moment to stumble to her feet, her nostrils filled with an acrid odor. She lurches forward, heading toward the mess hall and some solace.

Getting to the breakfast line was a blur, her eyes half-hooded, and the fire in her spirit extinguished. It would be bad enough if Patters was her only tormentor, but that is far from it. She's only the main instigator.

"Lookie, lookie here," says the massive rhino. "Looks like we don't got toitle soup on the menu today. Shame."

"Maybe we's should just enjoy a little fried hedgehog," says the boar on the opposite side of her.

Surge gulps, staring up between the two massive monsters. Could they even be considered Mobian, or are they something else entirely? She doesn't know, but she does part her lips to say. "Actually, I'm a tenrec."

The rhino swipes her bowl of prison-ordained gruel, and he then slaps the thing upside down right on her head.

The boar chuckles a deep belly laugh, wiping a tear from his sunglasses-clad eye. "Ah, man, that never gets old."

"Nothing like pudding plopping the green hedgehog!" the rhino says, shoving past her and forward in the line.

The force sends Surge tripping and landing on the floor, spilling what little she has left of her meal.

"Dammit all," the Tenrec grumbles, picking up crumbs from the floor, stuffing them in her mouth. The laughter that rises up from everyone is the same as it is every day, and every day, it's enough to put her on the verge, but only the verge, of tears."

"Breakfast is done!" shouts a perpendicular guard. "It's time for free activities."

Surge groans, picking herself up. Free activities suck. She should escape to her cell and wallow the day away. But her return trip is rudely interrupted when she bumps into a large Black Arms, who grabs her shoulders and spins her around.

"Sorry bitch," says Patters, sitting on the bench before her. "We got team-building exercises to do with the gals, and you're going to be key to this team."

Surge groans as she's carried off by the Black Arms and forced to the yard, where the infinite expanse of the No-Zone is. The Black Arms tosses her to the dirt, where a tall, mustachioed man and a short human woman with blond hair snicker at her arrival.

The Black Arms tosses Surge down, and the two humans kick her in the side and the back, laughing with hearty "Wah ha ha!" the entire way. Beside them, a yellow hedgehog with red cheeks rushes in, punching her in the head. "That's for stealing my power set, you damn dirty troll!" he says, running his extended thum against his neck. "There's only room for one electric hedgehog Pokemon around here!"

Surge picks herself up, grabbing her side as she says. "I'm a… Tenrec, and I'm not feeling like this is a team."

Patters's massive fist strikes Surge in the cheek, sending her falling and rolling to the feet of the mustachioed man. He lifts her, hooking his arms under her and lifting her high, her legs dangling and kicking in the air with no chance of escape."

"Nah, we're building a fine enough team, I think," Patters says, poking Surge in the chest.  Guess it's time for your inspection, eh, Bitch?"

Surge's eyes widen, and her mouth droops open. "No-No, please—anything but that! Come on, Patters! I'll do anything! Just please, stop doing this to me!"

"Look at the broken hedgie,” Patters says, nodding to the man. Keep her down."

With another hearty "wa ha!" the man pushes Surge against the ground, her face buried in the dirt. She squirms and wiggles, but she's too well pinned.

"You know, the worst thing I hate about this place," says Patters, squatting before Surge. "It's the lack of abilities. I'm glad I keep my transformed state, but don't get me wrong. What I'm really after Is my old ability to stretch. That would come in handy on the day I'm discharged.”

Patters grabs Surge's pants, tugging them down.

Underneath, the Tenrec wears frilly underwear with heart patterns. Her squeal as those are revealed brings out mocking laughter in all involved.

"Good girl, you're wearing that set I got you," Patters laughs, pinching the elastic. "Not only are they super cute on you, they're so fuckin' stretchy, too!" She says this, gripping the underwear and tugging upward at them.

The underwear tightens at Surge's hips, digging inside her pussy, tightening and tightening and practically disappearing her while it cuts off her circulation. The tenrec cries out in pain as the underwear gets higher and higher above her. Finally, finally, Patters hooks it over her head.