"W-whaaa?"

Shia's eyes slowly opened. He gave a small yawn as he woke up from his long and thankfully dreamless sleep. He gave a stretch as he smacked his lips.

Then, reality hit him like a Tauros. He suddenly remembered everything that had happened. Rai. The rapings. The bird-creature. The fight. Rai losing it, him being noticed, being pricked, and falling asleep.

And just like that, the fear was back.

In a panic, he looked about. One thing became apparent right away. This was not Rai's shack anymore. The room he was in... was strange. Metallic floor, ceiling, and walls. And white. In the middle, some sort of short table. With some sort of yellow ... bag thing next to it. And in one of the corners...

He saw them. His captors. Or rather, his new captors. The two bird things and the giant dog. Standing around ... some sort of thing. Some sort of... kitchen? They had their backs to him. Or at least they did, until one of the... the brown bird turned around.

Immediately, the panic set in. "W-What do you want with me?!" he asked. 

"✡︎⚐︎🕆︎🕯︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎🕈︎✌︎😐︎☜︎📬︎ ☝︎⚐︎⚐︎👎︎📬︎" Was the response he received. He could not understand it. This fact only served to frighten him more. 

The brown bird then patted the dog-creature, who turned to look at the shivering shinx. The giant was still wearing his... her? No, his visor. And for a split second, Shia had to wonder if he ever took it off. Upon seeing that he was awake, the visor's 'expression' immediately changed from a neutral one to a smile with closed and upward angled eyes.

Shia didn’t know what this was supposed to signify, but if this was his attempt to fool him into dropping his guard, he would not fall for it.  Especially since at that moment, the brown one said something to the giant wolf creature. It nodded, and Shia's blood ran cold as it approached him. 

Shia curled himself up into a ball, instinctively, having no other real recourse that he could think of. He shook and shivered as he fearfully awaited whatever the dog planned to do with him.

Sure enough, he felt the dog's hands lightly grab him by the waists. He tried to wiggle away, but it was no use. 

"P-Put me down! Please!" Shia whined as his eyes shut, and his hands went to cover them almost as fast. He braced himself for what was coming next. 

Said thing that was coming next... was him being placed onto something surprisingly soft and comfortable. He then felt his head being lightly scratched, just behind the ears. It felt... oddly nice.
He wasn't about to lower his guard at this confusing display, but it did prompt Shia to cautiously open his eyes and remove his paws from his face - if for no other reason than to assess his current situation.

He found himself sitting on one of the yellow bag things in front of the short table. It was... A chair of some sort? That had to be it.

To his unease, he instantly became aware that the giant was sitting behind him. A fact made more evident as he felt his touch once again. He felt those large paws pet his head, and once more give a few more scratches behind the ears.

'D... dammit... why does... that have to feel... so good?' He shivered to himself. He felt slightly comforted, as much as he hated to admit it. Only slightly. Still frightened. But... least a little less so.

It was at that moment that he became aware of a smell entering his nose. A strange, but... good smell. Something hot, something ... deliciously smelling. He tried to pinpoint it, but before he could, the blue-coated bird had already come over to him, and placed a steaming bowl on the table in front of him, along with a spoon and fork. 

Yes, he knew what a spoon and fork were, and how to use them. His parents had taught him that much at least.

He looked upon the steaming bowl in front of him. It appeared to be a ... soup of some kind, with long, thin noodles in the broth, and with some... things mixed in. Fruit or berries or ... something. He couldn't tell.

Now he understood. They were trying to feed him. Though for what reason, and why with something this good smelling, he couldn't understand. Rai had fed him at least once or twice during his... stay there, but it had always been a foul tasting and fouler smelling slop. While this, this actually smelled good.

His more panicked side told him not to eat this. That this might be some sort of trick. But... Shia ignored it. Why? 
Because he was really damn hungry.
He picked up the fork, put the noodles to his mouth, and cautiously ate. His eyes went wide upon tasting it. It was ... Good! And soon, he began to greedily eat them, slurping down as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, he ate too fast. His eyes went wide as he felt pain in his throat, and felt himself unable to breath. He coughed hard, trying to get the offending food free of his windpipe, and gasped for whatever air he could.

Almost immediately, he felt the large dog behind him pat him on the back, as the brown-coated bird 'mon quickly shoved a cup of water into his hands. He quickly drank it down.

Shia gasped for breath, feeling relief as the blockage was cleared. 

He soon began to eat again, but this time at a more careful pace. Before long, the bowl was empty. The brown bird-raptor took the bowl away, and Shia thought that was going to be the end of it. But to his surprise, the bird 'mon came back with a second bowl.

He quickly ate this one too, though not so fast that he'd choke on himself again. The fruit or vegetables or whatever they were had a strange tangy taste to them, but for someone that had been reduced to eating slop for the last few days or weeks, it tasted great. 

Before long, he was done. The bird-mon motioned towards the kitchen, but Shia shook his head. He was now quite full - a fact made evident by a loud burp that escaped his maw. 

Shia was still not quite sure what to make of this gesture they had just shown him, and still had no idea what exactly they wanted with him. But a small amount of relief filled his mind as he realized one thing.

Whatever things they had planned for him, letting him starve wasn't among them - at least not for the time being

He then heard the wolf-mon shuffled behind him, and felt being picked up again. He didn't struggle quite so much this time, not that it was needed, as he was set back down on his feet right away. The bird-mons left the room and motioned for him to follow, while the giant wolf stood behind him.

Shia had a feeling that if he tried to run in another direction or refused, the dog would pick him up and carry him to where they intended to lead him anyway. Shia, seeing no real alternative, followed them. 

They led him through many doors, and then when they stopped, they were in a large-ish room that gave Shia the creeps, although he could not figure out why. There were metal things, weird lights floating in the air, strange objects on shelves, and in the middle was... some sort of chair. 

His captors were motioning to the chair, as if trying to tell him to sit in it. Fearful of what might happen if he tried to refuse them, he obeyed. He crawled up into it. He noticed there were restraints of some sort next to the chair, and seeing those caused his fear to rise. 

Yet he didn't resist. 

His captors didn't bother to put them on, apparently seeing no reason to do so. He looked around, at them, and saw the looks on their faces: ones of worry, and... regret? 
The fear from before was back. That terror of what was going to happen to him. But, there was nothing he could do now. To resist whatever they were going to do would surely mean certain death. Or... worse, perhaps.

The dog-mon reached for the ceiling and pulled some sort of strange box-like thing down. Shia couldn't have described it even if had been willing to try. It was attached to the ceiling via some long metal thing. The wolf-creature handed it over to the blue-coated bird-raptor, who put the thing in front of his eyes.  Shia could feel straps being placed around his head, presumably to hold this... whatever it was, in place. 

Needless to say he did not have a clue what was going on, but was too afraid to ask. Not that it would have worked anyway, as he'd learned by now that they couldn't even understand him, let alone vise-versa. The only thing he knew now was that he was blind to what was happening outside.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light inside of the box, and his vision became filled. Filled with... his parents?

'What is going on?!' He wondered himself as he saw them. The Luxio that he once called a father. He saw him on that day, abandoning him to the maze itself. 

'W... Why am I seeing this?' He thought. 'Am... Am I seeing my life flash before my eyes? Am I about to die? Or...'

Although he was reliving those years wandering the maze alone, they were going by quickly. But he could still process it. Still understand what was going on. Still feel the emotions of those days. The crushing loneliness, the fear, the hunger of trying to find food on his own. Everything. 

And then, there was a bright spot. He saw an eevee come across him. Comfort him in those cold nights. His first friend. 

'Veera...' He thought to himself warmly. 

The two of them resolved to stick together since. It had not been long after that they'd come across a lonely zigazoon. She'd been hostile at first, thinking they were just there to hurt her, but Veera had been able to calm her down, and the three of them had become fast friends.

'Loona'... Shia thought to himself with a tear in his eye. She hadn't been called 'Loona' then, just zoone, but that would change later. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and months into years. They'd remained best friends, playing together, fighting random dungeon dwellers who tried to harm them. Shia had seen his zigazoon friend evolve into a Linoone, and take on the name 'Loona' instead. It had started curiously enough, with her strange habit of looking at the moon at night, and Shia making a small joke about it. 

Over the years, their friendship had blossomed, but for Shia in particular, something else had blossomed whenever he was around Loona. Something... more carnal. Desire. Lust. A want to be around her for more than friendship. He had developed a crush on his beautiful Linoone friend, and had wanted to 'play' with her in other ways than they had. 

Shia saw himself sneaking off from the group at night, when was sure he was alone, and felt the feelings of his own hands stroking his cock, thinking the naughty thoughts of taking her, of sticking it inside of her, filling her, and her moaning his name as he fucked her.

Now that he was forced to relive these memories, they filled him with shame. Especially considering what came next. Something that filled him with dread, but couldn't avoid.

"Please... Please don't make me live through this again!" He pleaded. But his voice fell on deaf ears as that night approached fast. 

It had started like any other night. With them laying together in the sand. Shia had gotten up to relive his 'urges'. When a noise had entered his ears. The talking of mons. One of them telling their other to shut up or they'd hear them.

It didn't take Shia long to understand that by 'they' the mon had meant himself and his friends. 

He had immediately warned his friends, just as those three mons came into view in a full run. Rai, and his other two friends, that buizel and that quilava bastard.

Shia watched helplessly as they were chased through the maze. He pleaded with Loona not to make that turn, but she couldn't hear him, for he was not really there. He was forced to watch her make the turn, straight into a dead end.

Shia tried to fight them off, but Rai had put a stop to that quickly with that blade of his. And then, the misery began. 

He watched his friends, in pure misery as Rai's clients raped them, as they were forced to lose their virginities to these monsters. Forced to watch their disgusting cocks disappear into their victim's unwilling snatch, to be used for their own pleasure with no regard for his friend's wellbeing. 

And Shia himself felt his ass burn yet again, as he too was violated. By Rai. 

It would be the last time he saw his friends. At that moment, another group of mons had interfered. Rai had injured one, and ran off with him. Took him to that hideaway of his. Told him that his friends were most likely either dead or enslaved by those who had interfered. And based on what he'd seen of these 'civilized' people, Shia had no reason to believe otherwise.

And then came even more misery. As Rai took him. Used him as his own personal toy. Again and again. But using his body for his own pleasure was not enough for Rai. Rai taunted him, teased him about his friends. About his own uselessness. And all of it had been true. 

Tears flowed from Shia's eyes, both from the pain he felt, and from the pain of reliving these horrid memories. Looking back, Shia was still not sure how long this went on for, even in this accelerated state, it seemed like forever.

And finally, he saw that fateful day when he'd finally tried to escape, only to fail before he even started. When these new captors had forced their way into his life, and finally, when he was led to this chair to relive it all again.

And then... there was darkness.

Shia was barely aware of the light returning and the box being lifted from his head. He was too busy enduring the freshly opened wounds in his mind. He was shaking heavily as tears flowed from his eyes. Although he had not been penetrated or used on this chair, what he had just gone through had hurt all the same. 

"Why?!" He cried. "Why did you make me go through this again?!"

He felt himself being lifted off the chair, as his captors hugged and petted them with those feathered and furred paws of theirs. But it brought no comfort to Shia. If anything, it only distressed him all the further. 

Raw emotion took over. He shoved them off the best he could and ran. Ran to the corner. He curled up, and sobbed heavily to himself. He heard his captors talk to each other, argue with each other, but even if he could understand them, he wasn't listening. 

He became aware of two of them leaving. The two bird-like 'mons. He had hoped he was alone, to sit in his corner and cry his poor shinx mind out. But he was not alone. The large wolf remained behind, watching him.

The wolf was the last one Shia wanted to be around. However, it made no actions towards Shia, nor spoke no words as he simply sobbed on.

Shia was not sure how long he spent there. Curled up in his ball, crying, with his unwanted company watching on. 

He shakily rose to his feet. Seeing him move, the metal wolf person made a motion towards himself, but Shia backed away shakily, and the dog, to his surprise, backed away as well. Shia stumbled towards the door, trying to open it. He tried to scratch it open, tried to pat the door. But nothing worked. He was about to try and bash his shoulder against it in an attempt to bash it down when he heard the heavy footsteps of the dog come over.

Shia backed off to the side and watched as the wolf simply pressed a red button on the side, and with a hiss, the door receded into the walls.

Shia sniffled, feeling even just a bit stupid for not figuring out something so obvious amongst the flurry of other thoughts still swimming in his head.

The dog motioned for him to follow. Shia wanted to refuse. After what his captors had just put him through, he was afraid of them again, afraid what other torture they had in store for him. But that same fear led him to put one foot in front of the other and follow.

After all, they were bound to get their way, one way or the other. Shia knew that if he didn't comply, they'd simply pick him up and drag him wherever. 

As he followed him through several more doors, Shia saw one closed door off to the side. One with yellow and black bars on a sign over top of it. Now that he knew how to open these, a thought occurred to him. 
He reached for the button on this other door, hoping it might be a way out-

"☠︎⚐︎⚐︎⚐︎✏︎✏︎" The dog yelled. Shia felt his paw grip his shoulder and quickly, yet gently pull him back.

"I-I'm sorry!" Shia pleaded, putting his paws in front of his face. "P-Please don't hurt me!!!" He cried.

"⚐︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎😐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎✠︎🕆︎💧︎📪︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎👌︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎ ⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎✋︎☼︎☹︎⚐︎👍︎😐︎✏︎" The wolf told him sternly in its distorted, metallic voice. 

Shia nodded. He didn't understand the words, but the meaning didn't escape him.

'Don't' go through this door.'

He had to wonder if that was the exit to the place. This place, which was much bigger than he had thought at first.

He should have known trying to escape was a stupid idea. He'd tried that before with Rai, and he'd just been reminded how that had turned out. He could only hope that his new captors did not punish him likewise.

Instead of doing that, the wolf simply took him by the arm, and led him through the door he had intended to lead him through. The room he led him through...

There were more of those weird metal things on the floor, and lights. The other two captors were there as well. But that's not where Shia's attention was. His focus was on the windows. Or at least he thought they were windows. What else could they be? But ... what he saw out of them... it didn't look right. It confused him. And frightened him.

There were the stars. Was it night out already? There was the moon in all of its full glory in the distance. But his eyes were drawn to a big blue thing below and off to the side. 

'What is all of this? Where in The Lost Ways am I?!' Shia thought to himself as he stared out at them. He looked on, and the more he looked, the more his situation became known to him. He tried to deny it to himself. But... but he couldn't.

'I'm.... I'm in some... THING. Far up in the sky?!'

There was no other explanation. 

'Why?! How?! It... It makes no sense.'

He was shaking more uncontrollably as another realization hit him.

He could never escape from this place. If that door he'd tried to go through was indeed an exit... He'd just have fallen to his death. From very, very high up.

Questions flooded his mind, but there were no answers. Only thoughts. And they all terrified him.

He couldn't take it anymore. He turned, and pushed the button to the door before any of them could stop him. He ran through the next one, and the next. He didn't know where he was going in this large place, but in his panicked state, he didn't care. He just had to get away from that sight. 

Finally, he ended up in a bright room with what seemed like soft, yellow carpeting, and hammocks hanging on the ceiling. He collapsed upon the carpeting, and cried, his eyes closing as he sobbed.

"Wake up, slave."

Shia's eyes flew open. He looked around, and found himself... back in Rai's shack? Sure enough, he was sitting up on that scratchy, ramshackle bed of his, with oppressive wooden walls all around him.

'But, how...?' Did his captors just send him back after words? Did Rai somehow invade the metal thing and take him back?

If so, that could only mean...

Sure enough, as to confirm all of his fears, he saw him. Right in front of him. Looking down at him with a very irritated look on his face. And, to his horror, a very hard cock. 

He knew all too well what that meant.

"But... But how?" The shinx whined fearfully. "How did I get back here?"

Rai simply laughed. He stalked over to his soon-to-be victim, and pushed him down on the bed.

"What do you mean 'how did I get back here?'" He taunted, his face drew close to Shia's own. "You never left!! And you will NEVER leave, just as I said!"

Before Shia could question his fate further, he felt Rai grab his arm, and roughly flip him over. He was now on his stomach. And his ass... it was up, exposed, ready for Rai to take him again, to abuse him again.

'No, no, no!!' Shia cried to himself as he felt the tip of Rai's penis press against his ass. He tried to clench it shut, but it was of no use. Rai was too strong, and he forced his way through his ass cheeks, and pressed the tip against his hole.

"Face it, Shia..." Rai hissed into his ear. Shia had no time to brace himself as he once again felt himself being penetrated. The pain coursing through his body, his ass felt like it was being torn apart as Rai shoved himself in as far as he could. Shia wailed in absolute torment, as tears soaked his face.

"...You will NEVER escape here!" He finished. Rai wasted no time, pulling himself back and slamming into him again. Shia's rear burned with pain with each thrust, his body rocked against the rough covers of Rai's bed.  

"No one is coming to save you. Your friends are dead, or enslaved. And no one else cares about you, besides me!" Rai laughed. Shia felt a sharp sting grace his ass cheek as the pounding, and the pain grew in intensity. "And you'll be my little sex slave forever! That's all you're good for, that's all you'll ever be good for. Face it, Shia! Face it! You are nothing, nothing but a cute little butt boy, and nothing more!"

Shia wailed loudly as Rai violated him. He never wished so badly for all of this to be over. But he knew it would never be over for him. Ever. 

"Wake up, Shia!" He taunted as he grabbed the poor boy by the shoulders and roughly shook him.

"WAKE-"

"-up!"

Shia's eyes flew open. He frantically sat up, and looked around, taking quick, desperate gasps for air. As he gained his bearings, the light, the white, and the yellow flooded his vision. 
He was back in the strange place. On board the... flying metal ship?

His eyes locked with the worried 'eyes' of the visor-wearing giant wolf, who now wore a worried expression. Which quickly shifted to a 'relieved' one.

"Oh thank the Nexus! You were having a nightmare, Shia... That's your name, right?"

"Y-Yeah." Shia stuttered. "It was. I-"

Shia stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes went wide as realization hit him.

The wolf-creature... Had just SPOKEN to him. And he had UNDERSTOOD him in turn!