GroLabs Security Incident: Flint

Flint yawned as he pulled a jacket on, ready to head home after the work day. No one else was in GroLabs this late leaving the entire Sizemancy wing of the labs to the Delphox. After a long set of shrinking tests it was clear that there was no way to finish experiments until the next week. Rather than think too much harder, Flint resolved that he’d rest for the weekend and try again on Monday-

Flint was halfway out the door when his ear flicked back toward the labs. Someone just bumped into a desk around the corner. “What was that?” he whispered. The sound of two pattering feet rushed away, but not quietly enough to avoid the fox’s keen ears.

Plus, Flint had the advantage of size on his side to catch up. Long legs meant a long stride. He ran quickly to get to the hallway and noticed a tiny leg just about to disappear around another corner. “Oh no you don’t!” he yelled, pulling his wand out of his tail fluff. A flash of blue fired from the end of the wand, Minimize spell homing in on the intruder and flying around the corner. A single cry of ‘AH-’ let him know that the spell found its target. No longer worried about the Pokemon escaping, Flint took his time walking instead of running.

The ground shuddered ominously around the Nickit as he tried to climb free of the clothes pile. He needed to escape quickly but this shrinking was going to make that difficult. What the hell anyway, this was supposed to be GROWlabs, not SHRINKlabs! He wasn’t prepared for that.

THOOM

Nickit was able to get free from his skintight turtleneck fabric just in time for the stepping of mountainous fox paws to toss him free to the ground. He screeched in surprise, but landed without any damage on the ground.

“HMM. ANOTHER PERSON HERE TO STEAL GROLABS STUFF? GUESS THE SECURITY PERSONNEL WILL GET ANOTHER SNACK.”

The shadow of a towering Pokemon blocked the fluorescent lights above. His ears drooped as his doom approached even closer. He could see the fox a few feet away, relatively, jump up to land with an earth shaking THUD on either side of the clothes pile. The Nickit knew this was no time to sit still. He needed to escape. He needed to run. He needed to do ANYTHING. But the approaching Delphox paws made his knees weak and unresponsive.

A hand the size of a semi-truck reached down to grip the speck of Nickit. Fingers that could crush a car held the intruding fox.

“BUT WE DO NEED TO KEEP YOU SOMEWHERE FIRST FOR THE TRAVEL,” Flint said, raising the hand with his prisoner up to his pants waistband. The other hand… slowly unzipped and unbuttoned the front of his pants. The Nickit’s eyes widened as his punishment loomed directly in his face. A bulging pair of boxer briefs clung tightly to the Delphox’s hips, branded with ‘Jail’ on the waistband and a lock pattern on bulge.

The Nickit knew at that moment, he was going to have a much harder time escaping this prison. Flint pulled the waistband out and brought his other hand above it…