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WARNING: story contains potentially upsetting material, procede with caution.

Two Typhlosion stood in a dimly lit room, watching through a soundproof window with cold, callous demeanor as their daughter, their own flesh and blood, choked and gasped for air. Her mouth was filled with an expanding rubber bulb, her nose was plugged, and a tight leathery muzzle with a strong adhesive interior was strapped around her snout; it was airtight. Typically, this was a cruel execution method reserved for deranged criminals. Christina, the quilava girl in the chair, was but an angsty teen with a rebellious streak. She stared back at her parents, struggling and thrashing in the chair they'd secured her to with tight leather belts, shaking her head in vain to escape the muzzle of death that cut off her life-giving oxygen. black, makeup-stained tears flowed down her cheeks liberally. Her dad was an extremist nut to be sure, but would her parents really have her executed? She tried to plea for mercy, to apologize and promise to be good; whether she meant to keep to that was dubious but death was starring her in the face. But even if the window weren't soundproof, she could only make meager squeaks audible to only her with her air passages glued so firmly.

From the shadows behind her parents spoke a calm, sinister Gliscore in a labcoat with a pair of slightly cracked glasses, "Worry not, Mr. and Mrs. June. Without fail, all it takes is a brush with death to scare the rebellion out of girls like Autumn. She'll wiggle around and cry her eyes bloodshot until she passes out, we'll undo that muzzle and revive her, and she'll be a changed girl. You'll never have to worry about her behavior again." He grinned a sickening, lizardly grin.

The male Typhlosion responded rather seriously, "All that is well and good, Dr. Nightshade...but I would prefer if you spoke of Christina by her real name, not that silly title she gave herself..." that's all he had to say on the matter, crossing his arms as he watched Autumn squirm with a discontent frown.

Minutes later, Autumn's chest was on fire and her eyes were out of tears, opening tiredly to look at the Gliscore known as Dr. Nightshade as he entered the room. "Good evening, Ms. October. Good to see you've stopped struggling so much. You'll only burn through your air faster that way. It seems you have quite the lung capacity, have you contemplated joining the swim team? Guess it's too late for that now." The doctor laughed a sickly cracked cackle, sending a shiver down Autumns spine as she looked from the doctor, to her mother, to her father. "Your parents have decided to throw your life away, tragic really. Now they think they'll be getting you back, but they knew the risks. They are willing to gamble you away, and I'm a not a fair player. Once you pass unconscious we'll take you out of the room, numb those vocal chords of yours and tell your parents there were complications with your revival. You'll be checked into my hospital permanently under a fake name, and your parents will think you are dead. Now now, Autumn, stop all that wiggling, you don't want to hurt yourself. We'll take good care of you Ms. October, so just relax and let darkness take you." the doctor gently petted Autumn's hair, rhythmically, repetitively. Now she was struggling furiously, chewing into the mouthfilling bulb and squeaking and whimpering as loud as she could; it was just barely audible from right next to her, and though she tried with all her will to fight it the light was fading fast; she was slipping.

But who had Dr. Nightshade lied to, Autumn or her parents? Only he knew, behind that aweful grin.

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This piece featuring Unownace 's character Autumn the quilava, and the story debut of my own sinister gliscore Dr. Lloyd Nightshade, took quite a long time to finish and hopefully marks the death of my art block. big credit to Shadowultd who gave me advice and helped me figure out to pose a quilava, who was a pain in the arse to make somewhat anthro but I think I did ok. Hope everyone likes it!

side note: its funny how light the darkest possible shade out of a standard #2 pencil looks next to a not particularly heavy shade of #5 pencil

edit: i fixed the typos in the story and added afew small details

Description
WARNING: story contains potentially upsetting material, procede with caution.

Two Typhlosion stood in a dimly lit room, watching through a soundproof window with cold, callous demeanor as their daughter, their own flesh and blood, choked and gasped for air. Her mouth was filled with an expanding rubber bulb, her nose was plugged, and a tight leathery muzzle with a strong adhesive interior was strapped around her snout; it was airtight. Typically, this was a cruel execution method reserved for deranged criminals. Christina, the quilava girl in the chair, was but an angsty teen with a rebellious streak. She stared back at her parents, struggling and thrashing in the chair they'd secured her to with tight leather belts, shaking her head in vain to escape the muzzle of death that cut off her life-giving oxygen. black, makeup-stained tears flowed down her cheeks liberally. Her dad was an extremist nut to be sure, but would her parents really have her executed? She tried to plea for mercy, to apologize and promise to be good; whether she meant to keep to that was dubious but death was starring her in the face. But even if the window weren't soundproof, she could only make meager squeaks audible to only her with her air passages glued so firmly.

From the shadows behind her parents spoke a calm, sinister Gliscore in a labcoat with a pair of slightly cracked glasses, "Worry not, Mr. and Mrs. June. Without fail, all it takes is a brush with death to scare the rebellion out of girls like Autumn. She'll wiggle around and cry her eyes bloodshot until she passes out, we'll undo that muzzle and revive her, and she'll be a changed girl. You'll never have to worry about her behavior again." He grinned a sickening, lizardly grin.

The male Typhlosion responded rather seriously, "All that is well and good, Dr. Nightshade...but I would prefer if you spoke of Christina by her real name, not that silly title she gave herself..." that's all he had to say on the matter, crossing his arms as he watched Autumn squirm with a discontent frown.

Minutes later, Autumn's chest was on fire and her eyes were out of tears, opening tiredly to look at the Gliscore known as Dr. Nightshade as he entered the room. "Good evening, Ms. October. Good to see you've stopped struggling so much. You'll only burn through your air faster that way. It seems you have quite the lung capacity, have you contemplated joining the swim team? Guess it's too late for that now." The doctor laughed a sickly cracked cackle, sending a shiver down Autumns spine as she looked from the doctor, to her mother, to her father. "Your parents have decided to throw your life away, tragic really. Now they think they'll be getting you back, but they knew the risks. They are willing to gamble you away, and I'm a not a fair player. Once you pass unconscious we'll take you out of the room, numb those vocal chords of yours and tell your parents there were complications with your revival. You'll be checked into my hospital permanently under a fake name, and your parents will think you are dead. Now now, Autumn, stop all that wiggling, you don't want to hurt yourself. We'll take good care of you Ms. October, so just relax and let darkness take you." the doctor gently petted Autumn's hair, rhythmically, repetitively. Now she was struggling furiously, chewing into the mouthfilling bulb and squeaking and whimpering as loud as she could; it was just barely audible from right next to her, and though she tried with all her will to fight it the light was fading fast; she was slipping.

But who had Dr. Nightshade lied to, Autumn or her parents? Only he knew, behind that aweful grin.

---
This piece featuring Unownace 's character Autumn the quilava, and the story debut of my own sinister gliscore Dr. Lloyd Nightshade, took quite a long time to finish and hopefully marks the death of my art block. big credit to Shadowultd who gave me advice and helped me figure out to pose a quilava, who was a pain in the arse to make somewhat anthro but I think I did ok. Hope everyone likes it!

side note: its funny how light the darkest possible shade out of a standard #2 pencil looks next to a not particularly heavy shade of #5 pencil

edit: i fixed the typos in the story and added afew small details