Even after the past two weeks since the induction of the EVO laws, Travis was not prepared for the fate that awaited him and his family.  Juniper's disappearance was the beginning of the end, when no matter who they turned to be it colleagues, neighbours or even firefighters, none knew how to help them, or even wanted to help them.  They considered going to the police, but news came flooding in day after day of eevees being dragged from their homes, arrested on supposed charges and never seen again.  So they put up fliers, Brenton using his school's copier to make and distribute on every post and building he could reach within his lunch break.
His status as an arcanine helped only a little, a few sympathetic words and false promises helped soothe their fears.  Six days would pass as their money became thinner, their food a little less even without a boisterous 12-year-old leafeon.   Travis and Ellen stayed in their house day after day, with Meredith doing her best to keep busy in cleaning and cooking whilst Brenton the father did his best to keep news on Juniper.  Brenton never spoke at home, except for the words "still nothing", his head in his hands as they ate dinner on a cold autumn night.
	"They build that new place yet?" asked Ellen.
	"What place dear?" asked the eevee mother.
	"That uhhh, the place outside of town, heard about it online."
	"You'd know more than me dear, is it a new mall?"
	"I dunno," the jolteon scrtiched her mane, "dad you know what I'm talking about right?"
	"Hmmm."  He nodded.
	"I uh," Travis shuffled hugging himself, "I-i heard the old town road got closed off a few days back."
	"Really?" Ellen squinted.  "But that's like to the construction place."
	"In the old town, really?" Meredith stirred a plate of spaghetti.
	"You think they're tearing it down or building it up?"
	"I hope it's building it up, I used to live there actually before I met your father.  Remember dear, the old park?"
	"Mmhmm."  A faint smile came from the arcanine.
	"I must have been about your age," she looked up wistfully, "sorry you probably don't want to hear-"
	"I do."  Travis smiled swishing his tail.  "How did you and dad meet?"
	"Well," she smiled back blushing, "I was looking for a quiet place to sketch, I used to be a bit of an artist."
	"Woah really?" the jolteon sat up with a grin.  "That's cool, how come you never said?!"
	"You never asked, anyways, I was drawing the mons in the park, and I saw this...dashing growlithe just galloping across the path, bounding along with enormous strides and he just had such a figure."
	"Hahah damn, so why'd you end up with dad instead?!"
	"Ellen!"
	"I'm kiddiiiiing sheesh let me have this," she slurped up her pasta, "so you just went up and said hi?"
	"More or less," Meredith rolled her fork and ate some of hers, "I told him he had a very good figure and I wanted to draw him."
	"Wow," the son blushed between eating meatballs, "mmph, sho that wuz it?"
	"Yes, and...one thing lead to another, we started dating.  Then the old town started to collapse and everyone moved away and well, we got this house, we had Ellen, then you and..."
Their eyes drifted to the chair still empty at the table.  Their heads sank with a faint rememberance as they kept eating in silence.  They went to bed, earlier than most of them would wanting the day to end and hoping tomorrow would bring news of hope.
	"Travis?"
He heard his older sis sneaking in his room.
	"You asleep?"
	"No," he stared blank at the ceiling, "you can't sleep either?"
	"Nah.  This shit's really bad."  Her shadow walked closer to him.  "I heard dad crying.  I've never heard him cry."
	"For real?" Travis gulped.  "Damn."
	"I'm...I'm scared too."
Ellen sat on his bed with a tender hand to his face.
	"I don't know what happened to Junie, she doesn't just run off like that, you know?"
	"Yeah," he pressed his cheek into her fingers, "I...everything's been going to shit for us since-"
	"That fucking zardhole and his political bullshit?  Yeah, mom doesn't wanna think but, well, you know what happened with her."
	"I'm sorry, I'm-"
	"Hey-ey, no."  Ellen leaned over him.  "None of this is your fault cutie, you know that?  It's all them, these fucking...pricks think they can just do what they want to us cuz we're eevees!"
	"What do we do then?!  We can't, there's like ALL of them and just...us."
The brother started to weep, his face twisting into sorrow as tears flecked his soft brown cheeks.  He felt his sister's lips, her hand brushing over his ears as they shared a kiss of sadness, deepening with each breath they took in a shudder as they closed their eyes and let their minds sink into a lustful passion.  It was too much to think, hurt too much, knowing from each other's shivering gasps that they wanted to stop feeling.  Except for this moment.
	"H-hhhh..." their lips parted with a thread of spit, "El...sh-should we-"
	"Fuck it," she whispered, "fuck everything, I don't care anymore, you need me and I need you, we'll stick together alright?"
	"A-alright...thank you."
She kissed him once more, her hands pulling down the sheets to expose his sweet slender chocolate-brown fur with rosy pink tips.  Her mane sparked little blips of white and blue that tickled his body and made his fur stick up slightly, her tongue slipping to the back of his throat with a trembling moan when she felt something swell between her legs.
	"Give it to me cutie.  Do it."
	"Y-yeah...I love you sis."
	"Love you twice."
Pulling back the sheets the jolteon exposed her brother's swelling little shaft, soft-looking even when hard as she gripped it in her fingers and stroked him gingerly to watch his face shiver with a buck of his hips.  Ellen wasted no time shifting her panties aside to reveal her yellow-furred cunt, sliding over the boy's cock and sinking herself down with a gasping whimper as Travis squeaked.
	"A-AAH!  E-EL!"
	"Mmmmph!  Haaah, T-trav, T-travis just, do it, just fuck me please."
He started thrusting as he stared upon her panting face, a smile creeping over them as the world outside faded from their vision and the sound of their hips clapping filled the room.  The hot young veecock grinded against her walls with little jabs that made her gasp, stiffening her mane with sparks of emotion as her walls became wet against her brother's flesh.
Travis shifted his hips as he kept thrusting, smearing a thicker pre along both sides of her walls and hit all the right spots he knew that Ellen loved, her fingers tightening on his chest as she slapped herself down harder and bent over to his face, her panting tongue hanging out inches over his mouth as he reached up to kiss her again, suckling on her tongue as he fucked her faster.
	"M-MMMPH, mmmmmph, h-haaah, T-travis!"
	"H-hhhh...s-sis...you want another baby?"
	"F-fuck yes, right next to the one already in me, fucking do it, give her a baby brother-"
KHRRNCH!
	"A-AAAGH!"
The sound of a door crunching off its hinges startled them, Travis shooting a deep spurt of pre in fearful arousal as heavy feet came marching downstairs to the sound of smashing plates and thrown tables.
	"OH, f-fffffuck!"
Ellen grabbed her brother after pulling off of him with a sticky drip.
	"G-get under the bed, I'll go-"
	"E-EL NO!"
	"SHHH, fuckin' shut up get under now!"
Her face paralysed him with rage and fright as he slipped under the bed, naked and afraid watching his sister peek out the bedroom door as the stomping feet came closer.  Ellen's ears flattened upon seeing the intruders, the voices of their parents crying out down the hall:
	"Wh-WHAT, WHO ARE YOU?!"
	"WHAT IS THIS?!"
	"Meredith Eevorkian, Brenton D'Arcagnon, you are being transferred to Immelstein effective immediately-"
	"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARCEUS ARE YOU DOING, TRANSFERRED, WHY?!"
	"Do NOT resist, you are leaving this house either way."
	"On what charges?!" barked Brenton.
	"Impurity, decadence, unlawful marriage and breeding with an eevee-"
	"BULLSHIT, I MARRIED HER PROPER, WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO JU-AAAARGH!"
	"BRENT!  NOOO!"
Ellen closed the door looking back to the bed.  Her eye cast towards the window as she opened the closet and threw Travis' clothes to the ground
	"Get dressed, we're leaving."
	"Wh-what?!" he whimpered.
	"Just GO, come on come on!"
	"Wh-what's going on, who's out there?!"
	"Fucking cops or something I dunno just get your fucking clothes on!"
She raced to the window and opened it fast, putting on some of Travis' clothes in turn as he got dressed with her before they tried to slip out.
	"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!"
A piercing light blinded their faces.
	"DO NOT TRY TO ESCAPE, YOU WILL BE SHOT!"
	"F-FUCKING SHIT!"
The brother and sister looked upon their yard where a single large van and two police cars had rolled up with a spotlight on their window.  A blastoise locked his cannons upon them with a noivern shrieking from her ears like megaphones.  The bat alerted the guards inside who kicked open the bedroom door and grabbed Travis immediately.
	"EL, ELLEEEEN!"
	"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!"
She charged her fists with a bolt of lightning as two burly corviknights pulled her brother away with a violent feathered fist into his stomach, bending him hard over with a heaving dry retch as she lunging towards the ravens with lightning punch, before one of them swept out a thick dampening blanket that smothered the electric dog before they tied it round with plastic rope, and yanked her down the hall with the wounded defenceless brother.
	"MMMM, M-MMMMPH!"
	"We have them sir," said the raven tapping his head, "four accounted, add attempted assault for one and..."
They saw Travis' outfit in the cupboard with a sneer of disgust.
	"Sexual degeneracy for the other."
	"Wh-what, what are you doing?!" Travis cried stuttering tears.  "What did you do to my dad?!"
	"Quiet genefreak," the other corviknight slapped his head, "start walking, your time has come."
Marched to the end of the hall and taken downstairs, he saw his father missing one of his eyes with blood running down from its socket, his mother in cuffs along with him and their living room/kitchen completely destroyed, plate fragments scattered and tables crushed in half against the walls that they were taken through to the broken front door.  The neighbours were out staring from their doorsteps beneath a starless night, torterras, arboks and raticates who smiled with pleasant surprise causing Meredith to stiffen her ears in shock.  Her eye twitched and her face suddenly contorted with shaking fury.
	"ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS?!"
	"M-MOM NO!"
	"I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU, NONE OF US DID!  YOU HEARTLESS B-BASTARDS, WOULD YOU WANT THIS TO HAPPEN TO YOUR CHILDREN, YOUR FAMILIES, DO YOU?!"
	"SHUT UP!" the noivern slapped her with his wing as she fell to the ground.  "Put a gag on her, don't want her screamin' all the way to Immerstein."
	"Yes ma'am."
Dumped in the back of the van and cuffed to the benches, the D'Arcargnon family were driven off down the road huddled beside each other in a mixture of fear and rage.  The sounds of a cheering could be heard from the street when it left, wilting Meredith's spirit even further as she broke down into a gentle sob with Brenton nuzzling beside her.
	"Why is this h-happening?" she gasped.
	"We know why," said her husband, "we...h-hhhh, a-aaagh-"
	"Dad, you...you alright?" Travis whimpered.
	"I'll be...f-fine...I just...h-hurts so much."
He passed out from the agony of his wound, his bloodied eye still untreated and dripping with a hollowed scar as his son sat trembling beside his sister.  Wrestling against her restraints Ellen did all she could but to no avail, the plastic bindings keeping her anti-electric blanket well-wrapped against her body as she struggled to breathe with muffled screams.
Had there been any windows for the prisoners, they would see the suburbs fade from view and the lights of the city streets become more sparse towards a desolate region.  Grass became rarer, the sky turning darker and the road becoming more crumpled with cracks and dips that made the vehicle jolt and crunch.  Forty minutes passed before the frightened family felt the van lurch to a halt, the doors opening as the two corviknights dragged them out by their cuffs.
	"Alright come on you freaks."
	"W-wait, wait!" Meredith gasped as she was thrown to the dirt.  "M-my, my husband needs help, he passed out!"
	"Fucking drag him then you devo bitch, we're here to make sure you don't run off."
	"Yeah," the other raven cracked his winged fists, "you want your fur-rug you take him with you, I don't care where he dies."
	"H-how can you do this?" she tried to reach back for Brenton's sluimped body in the van.  "I know you, your son goes to his school, you KNOW Brenton how can you just treat him like this?!"
	"I didn't know he was some muttfucker, now get his ass out the van already."
Travis and Meredith worked together to lift Brenton's body, forced to drag him across the cracked-stone road with feet trailing across the gravel, one corviknight pulling the cloaked Ellen whilst the other kept watch on the mother and son shifting the arcanine towards a large iron gate.  There was a name for this place.  For most it was death, but for now they called it IMMERSTEIN as said above the gate.
	"W-wait...wait, is this," Meredith looked around her, "this is...the old town, I recognise this road."
	"Wait, really?" Travis asked gasping.
	"But this...this gate wasn't here before, or this name."
Her face drew a blank as the ravens banged the gate, causing it to open and reveal the wretched remnants of the old township.  Where she had once known happy little houses, there were now sad decrepit ruins half-boarded up.  Where she had once played in parks, there were now fields of destitute labour.  Where she had once gamboled down the streets with friends of cheer, she dragged her husband amongst shambling wretches, most of them eevees now dressed all the same in tattered rags resembling striped pyjamas.  It wasn't until the twentieth one they realised that none of the eevees had tails.
The guard pulling Ellen took them down the old crumpled road towards what had once been a small clinic, now converted into some sort of station where houndooms and electrikes marched along the perimeter in severe black uniform, snarling tongues of flame and lightning crackling through their teeth.  They saw the symbols of the Evolve party hanging off of buildings, a black E upon a white circle in a red background, whilst the voice of Charles Zane boomed from the town square.
	"THOSE WHO DEFY THE LAWS OF EVOLUTION, YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU HAVE LONG IMPEDED THE PROGRESS OF SOCIETY.  YOUR EXISTENCE IS A BLIGHT, FOR WHICH THIS LAND SHALL NO LONGER TOLERATE YOUR GENETIC DEGENERACY."
In the centre of the town, where an old fountain had once been for the market plaza, a large iron strut had been assembled as the cleanest thing in the ghetto, branded with Zane's emblem and a large television that would constantly play slogans, demands and praise for the immaculate charizard in severe black suit.
	"YOU ARE NOW HERE, TO ATONE FOR YOUR SINS.  EEVEES OF ALL TYPES, AS WELL AS SYMPATHISERS, YOU MUST RECOGNISE YOUR PLACE.  CHOOSE TO EVOLVE, OR DIE, FOR EVOLUTION SETS YOU FREE.  VOLVERE!"
The message would play on an endless loop, assaulting the ears of the populace before the D'Arcagnons were led inside the post-office/guard station.  A braviary with a severe-looking face and downy feathers sat behind his desk.
	"U-um, hi?"
Travis tried to wave before the corviknight beat his arm down with a fisted wing.
	"Four more here, the ones from Amber Boulevard."
	"Hmm," the braviary snorted at the miserable family, "D'Arcagnon yes?"
	"We had to get rough."
	"You did NOT!" cried Meredith.  "Y-you stabbed my husband in the EYE!"
	"He was resisting, and if you don't shut your fucking yap I'll take yours after."
	"There was supposed to be five," said the braviary guard flipping papers, "not four."
	"Only four at the place."
	"Hmm.  Well they can't run for long, send them through for correction."
	"W-wait, wait!" the eevee mother pulled towards the desk.  "What about my husband?!"
	"Traitors get special treatment," the eagle pointed his pen at the arcanine, "take that one to room 101 once you dropped off these three."
	"Yes sir, volvere!"
	"Volvere."
The corviknight gave a full-armed salute in a frontal thrust that the braviary copied, before marching the family down the halls of the former infirmary, the clinical green floors spackled with dirt and bodily fluids unsightly to look at as they passed room after room, Travis suddenly reminded of his throbbing bruised belly causing him to hunch over in his walk as the adrenaline slowly wore off.
	"Hello there."
A soft disarming voice greeted them as they entered a surgery wrapped in darkness.
	"Um, h-hi?" Travis quivered through his knees.  "My dad is hurt, c-could you-"
	"Oh yes of course dear, just pop him over to the table."
Dragging him best they could, they carried Brenton's body to the lone table that was lit in the middle of the room, amidst an assembly of eerie jars and surgical screens next to cupboards and tables.  They stepped back when they felt a screen being pulled across separating them from the father as the guard put a winged hand on Travis and Meredith whilst they watched a shadow appear from the side.  Behind the screen was the dark shape of an audino, her long curled buds out of her bell-shaped ears ringing softly over Brenton.
	"Oh dear, whatever happened to him?"
	"Tried to resist," said the corviknight.
	"Mmmm...such a pity.  Well, let me just fix a few things."
	"Thank you," sighed Meredith, "just, all of this is, I don't know why they dragged us from our h-home, what did we-"
	"Oh that's simple dear, you're devolved degenerates."
The sound of liquid swilled into a container and poured out with a sizzling crackle.
	"Mr. Zane's doing such good work putting your kind in its place."
	"Wh-what!?!  But, we did nothing!"
	"Oh not quite, you make a mockery of the natural laws of evolution by your inferior genetic coding."
	"Th-that's not true!" whimpered Travis flattening his ears.
	"I took evo-sciences, I know dear."
	"That's a b-bullshit science!"
	"Hhhahahaha!"  A scalpel could be heard slicing into flesh.  "It's almost adorable how imbecilic you are."
	"Don't call my son that!" Meredith clutched him tight.  "What, wh-what are you doing are you helping my husband?!"
	"Oh I am dear," the audino said with gentle voice, "I've sorted out his eye, he should be fine now.  I just need to adjust this."
They saw her shadow raise a butcher knife and walk down towards his legs.  Something was chopped off, the sound of twisting flesh and crunching bone made them shiver with fright until much to their horror, a thick fluffed arcanine tail was draped over the screen with bloodied bone first.
	"All done!" the doctor said.  "Next patient please."
	"Wh-what...wh-wh-what, what have you DONE?!" the wife screeched.
	"Just a little snip," the audino swished her blade, "some correctional methods to keep your kind in your place."
	"HE'S NOT EVEN AN EEVEE, YOU MONSTER-A-AAAGH!"
	"MOM, H-HEY LET GO OF HER!"
The raven guard twisted her arm behind her back, striking Travis' face with his other hand with such force that he stumbled against the wall nearly hitting his bound sister screaming inside her cloak.
	"These fucking halfbreeds I swear," the corviknight shook his head, "which one you want first?"
	"The boy," the doctor pointed still in shadow, "he seems quite feisty, then the mother next."
	"I got a girl here as well, electric type."
	"I'll set something up after these two mutts."
Something shivered through Travis' body, a strange aura coming over him as he was pulled forwards by an invisible force that his limbs were paralysed against.  His legs floated across the floor and his head struggled to crane towards Meredith as he was pulled towards the table his father laid upon.
	"M-MOM, MOM HELP?!"
	"NO!"  Meredith tried to wrestle from his grip.  "N-NO, NOT HIM PLEASE!"
	"MOM HELP ME!"
	"Don't worry dear," the audino waved her hand pushing the arcanine off her table, "it's just like having a haircut except much more permanent...in fact."
He was slammed upon the table.
	"I might give you a special discount and get rid of all these unsightly little queer tips on you."
Her face loomed above him, a purple shiny audino in a green smock with the most unfeeling eyes he had ever witnessed.  His head managed to turn enough to see his father still unconscious on the floor with a stubbed bloody chunk of bone where his tail had once been.
	"N-NO, N-NNNNGH!"
	"Oh don't struggle, I hate when they struggle."
She raised a pair of scissors and grabbed at the boy's pink-haired tips, his frantic struggles slightly annoying her as his body remained pinned against the lukewarm steel by the psychic force she pressed upon him.  Slowly but surely she cut off every trace of sweet rose from his body, severing from his collar, his head, even the little ponytail at the back she almost missed.  Tears came to his eyes with each new snip, his mother's cries from the other side of the surgery screen making it worse along with his sister's muted shrieks.
	"A-alright, alright th-that's enough p-please don't take my tail, p-please miss!"
	"Oh I'm sorry dear," the alleged doctor pulled out a butcher's knife, "but it's for your own good.  I won't explain it, it's much too difficult for your little devolved brain so just hold it in."
	"N-NO, NOOO, NO PLEASE, M-MOM, ELLEN, MOMMY PLEASE, MO-AAAAAAAGH AAAAAAIIIIIGH!"
	"TRAVIS!  S-STOP IT, STOP IIIIIT!"
His screams burned through the air as he felt the savage blade twist at the bone in his tailbase, cracking through with three chops that cracked apart the vertebrae as the audino twisted the weakened fragments out, the sound of bone tinkling across the floor like broken teeth before she hung Travis' tail over the screen next to his father's.
Sobbing with agony, his legs shut down with a burning sea of pain as he stopped resisting, enough for the doctor to pull out her scalpel and start carving a set of numbers into his arm before scouring an acid-laced cloth over the lines to make certain they would be set permanent into the flesh.  It was Meredith's turn next, the son dumped on his father's body as he curled up in foetal wracked with anguish.  The mother eevee screeched even harder, docked and branded with swifter efficiency before Ellen was next.
She suffered the worse, not knowing what had happened until she felt the audino's hands in shock-proof gloves wrenching the knife into her tail and ripping it brutally with a bloodied calcic wound just above her tailhole.  Once their tails had been harvested, they were marched to the next room where they were forced into striped prisoner suits, and present their numbered arms in a mug shot.  Brenton's suit was fireproofed with Ellen's shockproof, dampening their fields with a sullen weight that forced them to drag their feet.
The first week of Immerstein felt like the death of the world as they knew it.  None of the other eevees spoke to them, nor any of the pokemon who like Brenton had been put in the ghetto.  The absence of their tails sunk them further into a state of despair, the lack of showing emotion in the subtlest of ways and a loss of their coordination made every day feel like they were trapped in a drugged stupor, wandering through the ruins of the old town.
	"How did this happen?" Meredith always asked.  "How did...any of this-"
	"Stop it."  Brenton sighed rubbing his face.  "You know this is because of Zane."
	"It can't just be him, s-surely, no one is that horrid, would hate us that-"
	"Everyone did," Ellen hugged herself, "you saw what it was like, you fucking seen how everyone treated us like dirt and th-they just...they just fucking hate us."
	"Because we're different?" the mother slumped against the wall.  "Because we evolve different, b-because we-"
	"YES mom.  Yes."  She sat down beside her.  "Fucking pricks, they're just jealous of us, that's what it is, cuz we get to choose who we wanna be, like I chose to be a jolteon, and Junie-"
	"DON'T!"  Brenton's face lifted showing his lost eye caked with acid stains.  "D-don't...don't mention her...p-please."
They stopped for a moment, sitting down together in a disused alley between the old malt shop and a fire station.  Guards looked at them occasionally as they tried to look small and hidden, seeing others to be taunted and beaten with scarring flames or strangling vines to test the remaining strength of the eevee kind.  Jolteons with flattened manes, vaporeons cracked and dry like a dying beach, sylveons with tassel-hairs completely shaved and espeons forced to wear oppressive cages on their heads.
The second week passed.  The family turned thinner and with it they lost more of their former selves.  Brenton was pale, a dour beast whose flame-like hairs had become doused.  Meredith lost her plumpness, her face becoming gaunt as Ellen developed an eternal hunch in her wilted body.  Travis looked nothing like himself, his pinkish charm erased to look like any other eevee, a common mutt.  The beatings increased with each day brought forwards.
Guards became stringent in their supposed duties, testing how far they could beat, burn, strangle or electrocute the eevees before death.  Rumours spread through the ghetto of "the V-Gone Game", where the closer a guard could bring an eevee closer to death, the better prizes they would receive such as more pay to their checks.  There was no punishment if an eevee or six died.
	"Hey, devo."
A krookodile guard in severe black clothes walked up to Travis one day as he sat huddled against a dumpster.
	"Lookin' pretty thin.  Bet you'd like some meat to fix that huh?"
He said nothing tightening his knees against himself.
	"I got a friend, and, well, you seem like the kind who loves some thick meat, know what I'm saying?"
The guard gripped at his black pants with a growing smirk over his toothy snout.  Travis kept silent until the krookodile turned away and spoke loudly round the corner.
	"Nah, he not interested bro!  Guess we'll have his mom instead."
	"Wh-whuh?" Travis shivered.
	"Yeah I heard she's a real fuck, got a friend at the college that told me all about her!  Whaddaya mean what about her husband, the fuck's he gonna do?!"
	"N-n-no, no."
	"If he starts fightin' we kill him, he lost an eye already he'll probably end up 'resisting' again and well, if she starts resisting we can give 'em matching faces."
	"W-WAIT, WAIT!"  The eevee stood up in a staggering run.  "D-don't, don't please, I'll...I-i'll come with you."
	"Ehhh?"  The krookodile turned with wide smiling teeth.  "You want to?"
	"Just...d-don't hurt my mom, o-or my dad please, please."
	"Now that's more like it."
He walked him back to the dumpster with a marowak following round the corner, armed with a dirty bone club.  Much to Travis' horror he wore an eevee's skull as they pulled down his pants.
	"Kinda hate they got rid of your tails," said the krookodile, "like havin' something to hold onto."
	"Same," the bonehead chuckled, "alright bend over devo."
	"I-if I do this you," Travis gulped, "you won't hurt my mom?"
	"Suuure kid, if you can keep us happy."
Their pants shuffled down showing two thick 7-inch lengths as the eevee was bent over, showing his tight little rump that the krookodile shoved in immediately much to the screeching yelp of the lad whose mouth was muffled by the marowak in their impromptu spitroast.  Blood spittled out of his hole from the savage sudden fuck into the eevee's rear, Travis whimpering as his eyes streamed tears from the burning pain in his bowels that forcefully stretched and tore against the pumping meat 
	"F-fuck, fucking mutts are so tight."
	"Damn right," the marowak shuddered, "little cunts got mouths made for cock-SHUT the fuck up!"
He crunched his boneclub down on the boy's sobbing head.
	"Fucking hate when they start crying."
	"Told you we shoulda fucked him asleep," said the krookodile still pounding, "I got some powder for that an-"
	"Nah, no fun if I can't feel 'em twitching."  He swung down his mace close to Travis' eye.  "Stop, fucking, crying or the next time you see this your mother's brains'll be all over it."
Travis tightened his throat and forced his tears silent.  Gurgling whimpers trembled from his cheeks as the marowak cock grinded against his palate and touched the back of his throat to make him choke and shiver, all whilst the krookodile savoured his bleeding rear which lubricated itself for his thick reptilian meat, grinding his scaled hips against the furry flank that stained his tips a brief scarlet.  His only saving grace was they were too pent-up to last, and after a few minutes where he tried to zone out from the pain, he felt two streams of cum shoot deep into his ass and throat.
	"MMMPH, f-fuck, thassa good bitch."
	"Not bad."  The marowak pulled out to spray a jizz trail on his face.  "Basic bitches seem the best."
	"Yeah but we haven't tried them fishmutts yet," the krookodile grinned pushing Travis down, "say tomorrow we knock one up?"
	"Sure...this one we keep an eye on, I like him."
	"Same here, best ass I fucked all week-"
	"INCOMING ANNOUNCEMENT FROM PRIME MINISTER ZANE.  ALL EEVEES AND SYMPATHISERS IN THE SQUARE."
	"Awww shit perfect timing," the croc pulled Travis up by his hair, "come on, move it genefreak!"
	"A-AAAGH, NNNGH!"
	"Fuck did I tell you about crying?!"
The marowak socked him with his fist to crunch him against the wall.
	"Get the fuck over there an' if I see you tear up once I'll add your sister's skull to my collection!"
Whimpering with a tightened heart, Travis ran as fast as he could with his pants pulled up in mid-run as cum trailed down his mouth and rear, feeling a tooth start to fall out from his gums as his tongue fiddled against it.  The television in the square had a different broadcast today, a swoobat reporting the news that all ghetto residents were forced to crowd around.
	"Organisers from the Young Evolve Party have managed to pass a new motion in parliament today, after a petition carried a record-breaking amount of signatures from 92% of the populace.  The motion was inspired after members of YEP captured a thief, who after several weeks of interrogation, confessed to other crimes now on record."
	"This is a message to Charles Zane," the camera cut to a nidorino in his backyard, "you know us as loyal to your cause, to see the laws of evolution held upright.  But we fear your magnanimous grace, is too much for these degenerates, and the only way our world shall evolve, is to cleanse it free!"
The camera moved towards a galvantula, nidorina and wingull who held up a bloodied-and-beaten leafeon tied up secure.  Her teeth were missing, her leafed head ripped to shreds and bruises covered her naked body as tears streamed her cheeks.  Travis' eyes widened as his ears stiffened at the sight, his mouth failing before his mother screamed from the back:
	"J-JUNIE!  OH GOD JUNIE!"
	"Tell them," said the nidorino grabbing her ear, "tell them everything you told us."
	"I-i-i...I...I-i stole things," Juniper whimpered, "I-i stole things from my school, th-then, then...I m-made my daddy have s-se...s-se-"
	"SAY IT YOU FUCKING MUTT!" he twisted the ear.
	"A-AAAIIGH, A-AAAAAGH, M-MOMMY, MOMMYYYYY!"
	"STOP IT!"  Brenton's voice roared trying to push through the crowd.  "STOP IT, GIVE HER BACK!  G-GIVE MY DAUGHTER BACK!"
	"Say it."
Juniper shook her head in fits as Travis stumbled amongst the mob to find his family.  Meredith was distraught, weeping on the ground as Ellen was silent with her mouth agape.  Brenton was fighting a guard before he was beaten by a samurott with one fistful of water that doused his fury and left him weak in the dirt.
	"I...m-made my daddy have s-sex...with me."  Juniper shook with disgust.  "And...a-and, I...I killed, a b-boy, who used to live in our h-house.  I killed him."
	"Our evidence to support our petition!" said the nidorino.  "We call it the Final Evolution, where we as a society shall rid ourselves of these VERMIN who cheat, steal, rape and even KILL good honest pokemon who never hurt anyone in their lives!  And I propose this!"
The camera panned left towards an incinerator at the back.  They grabbed Juniper as the onlookers watched with increasing horror, the guards grinning wider with glee as ideas began cooking in their minds when the incinerator opened with a healthy furnace.  Juniper was screaming, Meredith couldn't stop, Brenton's cries of fearful rage turned weaker with the headwound he received as Travis and Ellen shut down onto their knees.
	"N-NO, NOOOO!"
	"To cleanse our world in the fires of progress," continued the nidorino, "the burning STRENGTH of evolution as our glorious leader Zane has demonstrated."
	"YOU SAID YOU'D LET ME GO, YOU PROMISED!"
	"THIS, we shall call a sacrifice to a future of freedom!  VOLVERE!"
	"VOLVERE!"
	"MOM, D-DADDY, DADDYYYYYYY!"
They couldn't watch.  But they heard everything as the leafeon child was tossed to the flames, the camera focused on her screeching pleas as her bound body struggled to kick before the door would close showing its glass screen.  Her body turned black, the soft green of her skin curling to wilt like her hair that turned to ash, her eyes turning thicker as her screams turned higher, screaming for daddy until her voice gave out, her lungs filled with smoke from her crackling flesh as her legs rotted to become bony splints.
She writhed like a worm on a melting pavement, her voice losing her sweet youthful strength to become more cracked and hoarse as the fires ripped the flesh of her throat and melted her ribs.  Her tears faded into vapour, along with half her face showing a child's skull as she slumped in silence.  Her eyes drooled from her head over the roaring coals as the eevees watching sobbed and fell with their own screams of shock beside Meredith's family.  None of them noticed the guards who had been jerking openly to this, pumping their cocks semi-discreet with tongues licking their lips at the burning Juniper.
	"As a response to this," the swoobat returned, "Zane has passed the new law starting today, that all eevees and sympathisers who have been relocated shall be purged over the next few weeks.  Volvere."
As Juniper's disappearance had brought the beginning of the end, so her death became the end itself.  It wasn't immediate, but those in Immerstein noticed a new set of terraced buildings had been set up further on the outskirts of the ghetto within the next two weeks.  The beatings continued, random deaths largely unintentional but quickly forgotten by the next day even by the eevees themselves.  It became a common thing, an everyday occurrence that no longer shocked them.  No one was spoken to by their names, and the less the eevees spoke, the more they forgot of who they were.
Once the new construction had been finished, eevees were marched day after day into three separate houses, categorised by type.  Jolteons, Leafeons, Glaceons and Espeons went to House 1.  Umbreons, Flareons, Sylveons and Vaporeons went to House 2, whilst regular eevees were divvied up between the two.  None ever came out, but there was smoke rising from the chimneys that fouled the air to a thicker smog with each passing day.  The guards began putting on masks, whilst the prisoners turned weaker and sick, those with fur starting to lose hair with thin ragged clumps and patches falling off their bodies to shed across the streets.
The sky became darker each week.  Everyone knew what the fog was but were too afraid to speak it.  Families disappeared in the dozens, the TV in the square having stopped its broadcasts since that fateful announcement.  Travis however managed to avoid selection, along with his family on the pure basis of being, according to at least 20 guards, the best fuck this side of the city as they always slipped D'Arcagnon names down the list whenever their numbers came up for selection.  Not out of reward to Travis, but on the simple fact they knew not his first name and didn't want to risk losing such a tight cunt to ruin.  Every day since that announcement Travis was raped, soldiers taking him aside away from prying eyes to spitroast or tri-fuck him and relieve their urges upon his body.
Sometimes he was beaten, not enough to wound him severely, but to keep him weak and fragile which concerning Travis was easy.  After the first week of being used by guards, he became thankful, almost pleased with himself for the fact he managed to keep his family alive but also himself with the barest nutrients given.  All of his family knew, but none of them said despite the smell of other males' musk and the taste the cum on his lips whenever he kissed.  A week soon became a month, the ghetto turning quieter and the streets become emptier.  Then came one morning, deathly quiet until the sound of marching boots came to their sad excuse of a crumbling stone room they had slept in all this time.
	"Get up."  The krookodile greeted them.  "We got a special guest, he wants to see you."
They said nothing, following behind without even requiring cuffs as they walked onto the streets of Immerstein towards the three houses.  Their bodies were covered in mange, their fur in balding patches and their bellies showing ribs beneath the clothes.  Not another soul could be seen, except in the air that they breathed burning inside their lungs.  There was a strange hive of activity around the buildings, soldiers keeping back a gaggle of what looked like reporters who were also wearing masks against the wretched mist before being brought into the third house, the one no eevee had ever gone into.
	"This...this is it," whispered Ellen.
	"I'm sorry," Travis clenched his arms, "I...I should've been better."
	"No.  It's none of our fault.  We just...we're not good enough, cutie."
	"Not...good enough?"
	"I'm tired.  I just...I just want to stop."
Her eyes looked to him with a vapid stare, her strength now gone and their clothes become loose from their wretched bodies.  Entering a large room where several chairs lined up towards a dark glass screen, they were met by an assembly of elite Evolvers who stood briskly to attention as the guards saluted in full front-arm.
	"VOLVERE!"
	"Volvere," the leader responded with salute, "are these truly the last of the vermin?"
	"Yes sir," the krookodile clicked his boots, "last eevees in the world and-"
	"A former citizen lured by their wiles."  He shook his head at the arcanine.  "A pity, but only proving the more how dangerous these genetic aberrations are."
Standing before them was Charles Zane, a charizard resplendent in his finest suit of deep black leather with the band of his party wrapped round his arm like his other subordinates were as two golbats set up cameras in the back.  The drake stood taller than anyone in the room, his wings spread full like a demon's cloak as he smiled upon the family, before his eye stopped upon the youngest.
	"You."  He pointed to Travis.  "What is your name?"
	"It..." his  family looked fearfully to him.  "T-tra...Travis, sir."
	"Hmmhmhm."  He stepped forwards lifting his chin with a clawed glove.  "You remember your manners still, good little mutt."
	"Why?"  Brenton gasped with paling fur.  "I...only want, to ask why-GH-GHRRRKH!"
	"Speak, when you are spoken to, dog-traitor."
Zane's claws ripped through Brenton's throat, severing his windpipe with the force of a steel blade as he shuddered to a crumpling heap in front of his family, blood pooling out from his head.  Meredith couldn't even cry, none of them could.  They had long accepted death would come to them.
	"Look at their faces," Zane turned to the cameras with a hand to the family, "soulless degenerates whom after the falsities they built within our society have been stripped away by our methods, reveal their true nature.  It is only tragic, that good citizens like this arcanine here had been lured to misdeeds of treason by those such as the wretched eevee."
He stepped back towards Travis and slipped a hand round the ragged half-haired youth, walking him over towards his seat specially marked with his emblem.
	"You seem quite a popular lad around this place."
He sniffed close to his cheek and lowered to a whisper.
	"I can smell the seed of many a superior on you...you learned to serve us well, haven't you my boy?"
	"Y-y-yes...s-sir," he gasped, "thank you."
	"Hhhmhmhmhm, such a well-trained little mutt, the guards treat you well?"
	"Yes, they have, they've been...wonderful."
	"Gooood."  He sat himself down with Travis on his lap.  "Then I will treat you for your service, whilst I cannot do anything about your...existence, I can at least show some courtesy for one who has been such an obedient little pup."
He clicked his fingers as the guards pulled Ellen and Meredith out of the room, leaving Brenton's body still bleeding on the floor as Zane pointed Travis' head towards the glass screen.
	"Do you know what that is, dear Travis?"
	"N-no," he shook his head, "what is it, s-sir?"
	"Your freedom."  Charles breathed against his ear.  "Your family's freedom and the purity of our nation."
The charizard slipped his hand down the eevee's pants, wrapping his claws around the dainty little cock.  Travis did not resist, sighing with a strange bliss as he slumped into Zane's fingers.
	"No struggle?  Goodness you HAVE been trained well my little degenerate."
	"Y-yes...haaaah," Travis whimpered from the tender stroking, "th-that feels, nice sir."
	"It does, yes?  How old are you?"
	"E-eight...teen?" he blinked uncertain.
	"Barely an adult, and still you act like a child begging for scraps."  He stroked a little faster breathing on his cheek, "I almost envy your inferior minds, so unable to comprehend the greatness that I imagine.  It's a curse, one I would never wish upon you, the curse to think, to vote, to work beside your fellow mon, it's far too much for your kind to suffer.  You understand yes?"
	"I-i...I do," Travis smiled from his soft sweet masturbating claws, "I-i...I understand, sir."
	"Lovely."
The glass screen lit up from the other side as he saw his mother and sister, trapped inside a room that resembled an old dank public shower from the greased linoleum covering the walls and floor.  They looked upon Travis with a gentle plea as their lips shook as if trying to say something.  But words failed them.  There were claw marks on the walls, made by fingers.
	"Tell your family this is right," said Zane pushing the pants halfway down as he kept stroking, "tell them this is what you deserved since you were born, how you regret your mother for breeding, and your sister for existing."
	"B-but...but," he whimpered as his erection flourished in the scaled palm, "but I...I love them."
	"Of course you do, but is it not those who love, who must tell you when you are wrong the most?  I am sure they have told you when you were wrong for mistakes that you made in your infancy."
	"Yes...th-they did.  Yeah."
	"Tell them then.  I am not cruel, dear Travis, I will let you tell them before your end at least."
	"...m-mom.  Sis."  The eevee gulped with faded eyes.  "I...I-i wish I was never born.  I wish you...never existed."
	"Goooood," Zane licked his lips.
	"I wish we were...we were all dead.  We deserve it.  S-so, much."
	"Well done."  The charizard stroked him faster.  "Now, begin."
The mother and sister soon heard something hiss into the room.  Their nostrils flared as fear crept over their faces, a gasping shiver as they clutched their throats with what little strength they had before they stumbled forwards and pounded against the glass with muted screams.
	"Does that feel good Travis?" gasped Zane jerking harder.  "Must have been months since you felt someone touch you so sweetly."
	"H-haah, a-a-aaaaah-"
	"No no, no, don't look away," he clutched the boy's head with his other hand, "look at your family.  Look how happy they are to be free from this wretched life."
	"A-a-aaah...aaaah!"
Charles kept pumping, his claws gingerly stroking along the eevee's shaft that was now full erect and starting to drip pre on his pants.  The charizard shivered at his excitement, Travis mumbling to himself with heaving ribs as he watched his family die, choking on gas with a suffocating scream amidst wretched coughing.  They kept calling his name, faintly but he heard them still as they slumped to their knees with hands to their throats, wheezing with blood thickening in their pupils and their veins pulsing in their hands.
They clawed against the glass, their screams trembled harder Travis was smiling.  His cock twitched within Charles' grip, spittling pre down orange fingers as the boy started thrusting his hips with a giddy expression, almost laughing in a shuddering bliss that twitched through his feet with a panting tongue.
	"That's it...ohhhh they're so proud of you Travis, for saying the truths they long denied."
	"Y-y-yeah, y-yeah, a-aaah!"
	"That's why you're special," murmured Zane, "the last eevee in existence, and that's why I shall reward you with the greatest truth before your freedom."
He raised his arm in the salute of his party.
	"Join me Travis.  Volvere."
	"H-haaah, AAAAH!"
	"Come now boy, show your worthless kind the truth of this world."
	"HAH, v-vol...v-volvere!" he whimpered bucking faster.
	"Vol, vere."
	"Volvere!"
	"V-volvere!  A-AAAH, VOLVERE!"
	"GOOD, YES!" the charizard pumped harder as he felt Travis' cock thicken.  "Louder, LOUDER, burn it in your degenerate mind!"
	"VOLVERE, A-AAAAH, FUCK, VOLVERE, VOLVERRRRE!"
The last thing his family saw was Travis screaming in climax, his arm raised in salute against his kind as he spurted his seed against the glass, splattering inches from their dying faces.  Ellen tried to lick it in a vague sense of recognition from the death of her brain, poisonous fumes burning inside their throats, their lungs tightening to almost burst and wither in their final gasps.  She died after her mother did, slumping across the older eevee's body as she clutched her stomach tight.  She felt something kick briefly inside.  Then it stopped, before she did.
	"Mmmmmph...beautiful."  Charles grinned behind Travis still spurting on the screen.  "Such a pity more of your kind did not understand like you of our greatness."
	"H-haaah, a-a-aaaaaah..."
He looked down upon himself, his sad trembling penis folding back against itself with a new shameful horror that awoke briefly in his heart.  He realised what he had done.  But then he remembered Ellen's words and he finally understood.
	"P-please..." the last eevee whispered, "s-sir...please, let me join them."
	"Ohhh?"
	"I-i...I'm so tired.  S-so...tired of...this."
	"I understand."  The charizard slipped his cummy hand round his neck.  "For you, I shall grant you the gift of freedom personally, for your tribute to our future."
	"Y-yes...yes...v-volvere, s-sir Zane."
	"Volvere, my sweet degenerate."
His hand wrapped tight around Travis' throat and clenched with a sudden force, not quick enough to kill him instantly but enough to make the boy gasp with timid little squeaks.  His arms didn't lift up to try and fight him off as his head turned a beet red, his breaths turning shallow and his eyes rolling to the back of his head.  It lasted ten seconds, the longest ten seconds of his meagre existence as each moment that passed, his voice petered out in a sweet girlish whimper that made Charles beam with a sinister joy.
	"Witness."  He said to the cameras rolling.  "The last of his kind, the wretched devolved who chose to defy our world with their disgusting ilk, their impure genes that have long sullied our homes and cities.  Until now."
KrrrrKRRAKK!
	"Haaaaah."  He felt Travis' head slump against his hand.  "It is done.  REJOICE!"
He stood up with arms spread as he tossed the eevee against the screen.
	"THE EEVEECAUST IS COMPLETE!  OUR WORLD IS OURS ONCE AGAIN!"
A rousing cheer filled the room and soon it filled the streets, the broadcast going out to thousands, millions of pokemon across the nation as males, females and children cried with abject resounding joy for the death of eeveekind as they had long hoped.  The last eevee laid a room apart from his family, smiling with half-closed eyes in eternal peace of extinction.  His name was forgotten, even by Zane within a month and to the point it was edited out of broadcasts who would repeat this glorious moment in the history of this land.  They were never buried, their ashes scattered across the many camps like Immerstein that had been built, that were soon torn down and paved over to erase all existence of the eevees.  Volvere.