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. "Alright, that's good. Let her go!" The tall man does as Patters commands, kicking Surge the Tenrec on the booty as he laughs another derisive "Wah ha!" "Would you look at how she's lying there, says Patters. "How her back curves just too much? Ha! Nice to see whatever shit she has that heals her still works!" Surge's tormentors laugh among each other, walking off and leaving her feeling alone. What the hell did she do to deserve all this? She doesn't know, but keeping quiet is the only thing Surge can do to prevent herself from being made the punching bag of the entire No-Zone Prison. Even that doesn't work. She sulks through the halls, stripped down to her underwear and with those undies stretched over her head. This pushes out her chest, exposing herself before every tittering and chuckling onlooker who watches her strange and humiliating performance. As she sulks through the hulls, Surge can't help but think of Drippy and wonder what he's been up to, lost and alone without her. She sighs, the fog over her head oppressive. She can hardly recognize the woman she thought she had been before. She can't reconcile that she and she are the same person. The door opens as she passes by the showers, slamming right into her snout. Surge groans, flopping back. The strength of the impact snaps her undies off her head, leaving them to trail along, exposing her backside. She stares up as she rubs her snout, only to see a tough-looking pink hedgehog looking straight down at her, a towel wrapped around her body. "Oh, fuck!" Surge scrambles to escape, but Rose grabs her by the tail and lifts her. The yanking burns her thighs, reminding her of the all-too-recent damage that the wedgie caused. She kicks and screams, trying to get attention, but no guards are in sight. She's alone and having to deal with this sneak attack. Inside, a second pink Mobian lounges on the bench. She's a jerboa-wolf with a towel draped over her waist, looking like a work of art as she watched Surge. She scowls when she sees the Tenrec scoffing at her. "You and your kind always make so much trouble, you can hardly learn your lesson." Rose slaps Surge down on the bench across from her leader. "Got her right here for ya, Nic!" "That's fine for now," Hey Larga. You done in there?" A toilet stall bursts open, and a sizeable purple cat stumbles out. "Yeah, I'm done," she says, waving her hand before her nose. "Good, good," says Nic, motioning at Rose. "Take the green hedgehog for her afternoon wake-up call." Surge yelps and thrashes about, but the jacked hedgehog lifts her high and carries her toward the stall. "You don't have to do this! The tenrec shouts. "I didn't do anything to any of ya!" The poor Tenrec's gurgling groans fill the air as the door closes behind them and the toilet flushes. "Yeah, yeah," says Nic, looking at her steepled fingers. "Tell that to the last anomalous hedgehog who was here." She stands up, wrapping her towel around herself and leaning against the stall door. Another flush sends another series of muttered and spluttered curses before she continues. "After all, anyone who copies another person will act like that person, right? And you're a copy of the guy who made our lives a living hell after he staged a breakout all those years back. A third flush roars, and with this one, there is much less of a sound of a struggle. Nic knocks on the door as the water fills up. "That's enough. We don't want the guards asking questions." The door opens, and Rose peeks out. "You sure?" "Damn, sure. Patters don't want anyone getting wise. Let's get her cleaned up and dressed for her big debut." Rose smiles wide. "Shower time, huh?" "Yeah, but absolutely no funny business." Rose grumbles and lifts Surge from the stall, droplets falling from the defeated tenrec's face as she's hoisted over the hedgehog's shoulders and marched to the showers. Her last ruined piece of clothing is finally ripped off as the water that splashes her naked body burns before Nic turns it down to a blast of chill. By the time Surge is hosed off, she doesn't know what is dripping off her and is too afraid to investigate. The girls all stand near the door. Rose lifts the underwear and tosses it into the toilet, giving it another big flush. Surge stands there, shivering, her teeth chattering. Nic snickers. "Looks like you're gonna have to show off to everyone, ain'tcha?" Surge clenches her teeth shut and rushes the jerboa-wolf, only for the door to open, revealing Patters. Surge immediately puts on the brakes, but she stumbles on the wet floor. Patters picks her up by the quills and slams a powerful gut punch to the tenrec, throwing her like a discarded wrapper over the bench. Surge lies stunned over the bench as Patters approaches her. "When you came here, you thought you were the baddest bitch in the block," Patters says, squatting beside her. "Well, I've been here long enough to see girls just like you come and go, and you know what I've noticed, bitch? You wouldn't even be Surge if your life went differently. That means you've made choices to be the way you are. You caused harm to people because you chose to." The girls all around murmur and mumble. "You ain't just some victim here. No one is," Patters says, poking the tenrec's forehead, pushing a claw against her flesh. "So many versions of you could have had a calm and quiet life. None of those versions of you wound up here. And all of the Surges who stumble their way here—they've always messed with an alternate version of me, and to think that you exist in a world where I'm some pathetic loser who would be bullied by you? Well, that makes me sick to my stomach." Patters grabs Surge by the neck, looking into her eyes. "And we're going to have to do something about my reputation. There's a multiverse of wolves out there who are the butt of the joke, but I'm only here to balance the scales a little. Surge grumbles at the wolf. "That's a load of bullshit. All of it." Patters smirks. "Yeah, maybe, but doesn't it sound good to have justification for your shitty behavior?" Surge doesn't have an answer to that. She remains silent as Patters drops her, letting her dangle there. The wolf cracks her knuckles, snickering as she looks down to the Tenrec. "Now, let's have a little fun, shall we? Rose? Nic? Hold her down." Surge tries to push herself free of the bench, but the two henchwoman do as they're told, their hands on her head and shoulders, keeping her pinned to the bench. "This is for all the things you've done to Sonic!" Rose snarls. "Forget that!" snaps Nic. "This is what she deserves for existing in a living universe!" "Justice… revenge," Patters says, flexing her fingers. "It doesn't matter. What matters is having fun." "If I didn't have this collar on me, I'd fuck you all up!" Surge says in a brush of defiance, but her bravado is rewarded with the first of Patters's attacks. With long and strong arms, the wolf slams her palm against one of Surge's buttcheeks. Surge yowls, spit flying out of her mouth, tears falling down her face. "Go, go, go!" the girls chant as Patters walks around to the other side. She rubs her hands together and then pulls back another strike, slamming her palm against Surge in a defining spank! "Gaahaaa!" Surge cries out, squirming. Again and again, the wolf strikes the tenrec. Each time Patters hits Surge, the poor green gal's ass becomes more and more sensitive. Each slap sends another wave of pain, worse than the last, and it makes her ass burn longer and longer, redder and redder. "Such a glutton for punishment," Patters says with disdain. She rubs her wrist. "Still awake, even after all that. Time for a walk of shame. We got things to do." “Puh… please…” Surge gasps, her head bowed low, breathing slowly but in shallow breaths. "Please, make it stop." "There is no stopping this," Patters says. "As long as I can get screams and humiliation out of you, I'm going to enjoy you—my bitch." * * * Surge sits naked in her cell, covered only by the sheets on her bed. Thankful that Patters didn't make her fish out that lost pair of underwear, she can only hope that the laundry will come in for her to replace everything. When the cart arrived, some other prisoners were handing out the clothing. Patters, of course, told Surge to grab the clothes. The laundry runner whistles as the naked Surge approaches, and the tenrec snatches the clothing, grumbling and returning to her bed. When she lays out the outfits, she sees many panties bedecked with teddy bears, hearts, rainbows, and other cute things. "Put 'em on, roomie," says Patters, falling from the top bunk and looming behind Surge. "I gave them to you, just for you. What follows is the most humiliating time of her life. One by one, Surge tries on each of the new panties. And each time, Patters grabs her by her elastic and lifts her bodily off the floor. "Whoa, this one has some serious hold!" the wolf teases, bouncing the tenrec by her underwear, stretching and tearing the fabric, and making Surge fall. "Try the wisp one next," Patters says. "Always loved those little guys." Surge slowly pulls off the ruined pair and then slides on the next one, the pain in her legs and her butt making it a difficult time. She whimpers, sniffling, only for a firm grasp to grab her and hoist her up high. "Such a shame you keep destroying your pairs somehow," Patters says. "But lucky for you, I got enough pull," she says, punctuating it by bouncing Surge in the air, "I can get as many pairs of undies sent to you as I want. Wow, these are really stretchy, too! Grab the bed." “Nuh… no…” A punch goes right to her temple. "Grab the bed!" Surge grabs onto the bed, biting her lip, her vision blurry. Patters grabs the end of this pair, stepping back, pulling and yanking, turning herself around, and walking with the elastic band hoisted over her shoulder. The wolf grunts as the fabric tightens in her grip, but not only that, it digs into Surge, disappearing inside her pussy, rubbing and almost cutting into her. And Patters lets go, the panties slapping against Surge's waist, sending her falling over the bed. "Well, I'll be damned," Patters says, stroking her finger along the edges of the panties. Those areas are so sensitive that Surge cries out just from being touched there. "These are some pretty damn good undies. Take 'em off. We'll save these for special occasions." "W…. What kind…?" Surge breathes out. "Fuck if I know," says Patters, smacking Surge in the back of the head. "I know that it's gonna be fun, no matter what I decide, and you're absolutely going to hate it." "You're… you're nothing like the Whisper I knew," Surge says. "She was quiet, shy… only went beast mode when you fucked around with her or her friends. What happened to you, Patters, that made you who you are…?" Patters hops onto the bed, lying beside Surge and propping herself with an elbow on the mattress. "Oh, does the little wedgie hedgie wanna hear my sad as fuck backstory? You wanna feel bad for your cellmate—see what shit happened to her to get her to be this way?" Surge doesn't respond. She buries her face against the mattress, preparing herself for repercussions. Patters leans in and whispers. "I'll tell you. But you're not gonna like it." Surge turns one eye to see her, and her curiosity returns. "It's simple, really," the wolf says, patting Surge on the back of the head. "Fuck all happened to me. I was bad to the bone, to begin with. I didn't have the juice to do what I wanted until the world split. And once I get out of here, I'll torment many more worlds. Hell, maybe I'll destroy your own, just for fun!" "I want to get out of here, too," Surge says, gulping. I'll… I'll happily get bullied outside… if you let me help you out, too." Patters rubs her chin, snickering. "Well, ain't that cute. We'll see about that. If I get bored of you and need a dummy to get thrown to the guards while I escape, I know where I'll find you. Now, a final test." She gets a pair of panties featuring Honey the Cat's brand label and pulls the thing up, up, and up, hooking it to a post on her bed. This leaves Surge hanging there, dangling by the used-up panties, whimpering and whining, giving Patters something beautiful to hear as she drifts off to dreamland. * * * All of this is visible on a security camera. A human worker with a well-trimmed beard hands a steaming hot drink to the duck-billed Mobian, and the guard watches the whole thing. Ztarline," the guard says. This feels like a gross abuse of power. I think we should stop the experiment." "Nonsense, Ztone," the doctor says, tapping his fingers together. "Adversity builds character, and we'll see that soon enough.”