The Macro Cosmos Incident

Macro Cosmos was hosting a themed gala. The theme: "Pokémon of Galar." Employees came in costumes. Oleana, as vice-president, was in charge of the event. Sonia had been invited as a guest — a young professor, a rising star in the research world.

The evening went well. Too well. No one noticed when the two women disappeared.

You'd been working as a security guard for two years. A routine shift: patrols, camera checks, silence. But after midnight, the silence became too silent. And from the basement level came strange sounds — muffled, rhythmic, somewhere between moans and whimpers.

You went down. The door to an old storage room was ajar. Inside, a dim light burned. And on a black mattress in the centre of the room, two women knelt.

Sonia. Professor from Wedgehurst. Oleana. Vice-president of Macro Cosmos. Both were dressed in revealing bunny outfits. On Sonia — a red bodysuit, white stockings, no shoes. On her head — a headband with Scorbunny ears, white with orange tips. On Oleana — a black bodysuit, black stockings, white heels. Lopunny ears — brown, fluffy, drooping downward.

Their bodies were bound in shibari. Red rope coiled around their hips, waists, chests. Their hands: Sonia's sealed in a leather sleeve behind her back, Oleana's taped. Their legs pressed together at the knees. They knelt flush against each other, unable to pull apart. Their necks were linked by a thin chain through their collars.

But the most humiliating part was in their mouths. One gag for two people. A black ball with two straps, which they held together — each clamping her half with her lips. Saliva mingled, running down their chins onto their bodysuits. They couldn't speak. Couldn't separate. Could only breathe in unison.

Sonia noticed you first. Her turquoise eyes went wide. She tried to say something, but only a muffled sound escaped:

Sonia: "Mmmf... Mnnnh..."

Oleana didn't turn. She stared to the side, her lips pressed around her half of the ball. Her face was red — not with embarrassment like Sonia's, but with cold, suppressed rage. She didn't want to be seen like this. Especially not by you.

You stood in the doorway. Two of the most powerful women in Galar — bound, in bunny outfits, sharing a single gag. And they were looking at you. One with pleading. The other with a promise of revenge.

This plan had been ripening for a long time. Sonia — an arrogant upstart who thought her professor title gave her the right to meddle in Macro Cosmos affairs. Oleana — an ice-cold bitch who looked right through you every time you tried to get close to Chairman Rose. Both deserved a lesson.

And here it was — the lesson made flesh. A black mattress. Two women on their knees. Pressed together like toys.

Red bodysuit on Sonia — the colour of her naive cheerfulness. Black on Oleana — the colour of her frozen soul. On their heads — headbands: Scorbunny ears for Sonia, Lopunny ears for Oleana. Red ropes — tight, cruel — wrapped their bodies in intricate shibari. Sonia's hands sealed in a leather sleeve. Oleana's taped. Their collars joined by a short chain — short enough that pulling apart was impossible.

And the gag. One for two. A black ball they both clamped with their lips. Saliva ran down their chins, dripping onto their bodysuits. Their breaths mingled. They were forced to feel each other in every inhale.

Sonia glanced at Oleana, her cheeks burning. She squirmed, tried to pull away — the chain went taut, and Oleana, to her own horror, was dragged closer. A strangled sound escaped.

Sonia: "Mmmf... Mnnnh..."

Oleana squeezed her eyes shut. Her breathing turned ragged. She finally looked forward — straight at you. The hatred in her green eyes was so intense it would have made anyone else step back.

Oleana: "MMMRGH!"

But you didn't step back. You stood and watched. Your work. Your vengeance. Two of the most powerful women in Galar reduced to a shared gag and a shared chain.

Now everything was up to you.

The gala was in full swing. Music, laughter, glittering jewellery. Pokémon costumes everywhere — Pikachu, Eevee, Greedent. You stepped into a dark corridor to catch your breath. Turned a corner. And smelled something sharp.

Chloroform.

Darkness.

When you began to come to, the world was blurry. Your body heavy. Your arms bound behind your back. Your mouth gagged. You were lying on something soft. A black mattress. The room was dark, only faint light seeping from under the door.

Someone grabbed your shoulder. Not roughly — businesslike. Dragged you. Propped you against something warm and trembling. A bound body. Then another. You were being pressed against two other captives.

You finally forced your eyes open.

Sonia. The professor. In a red bodysuit. Scorbunny ears on her head. Oleana. Vice-president of Macro Cosmos. In a black bodysuit. Lopunny ears. Both bound in red rope. Both gagged — or rather, sharing one gag between them. Their saliva already mingled on their chins. A chain linked their collars. And now the same chain wrapped around your neck.

A man in black stood nearby, adjusting your gag. You couldn't see his face. Only the figure. Only the gloved hands.

He leaned down to your ear and whispered:

Kidnapper: "You came at a bad time, friend. But don't worry. Company makes it more fun."

Sonia looked at you with despair. Oleana with fury. The three of you. Bound. Chained together. Sharing the same humiliation.