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The day had started just like any other day for Maxwell, save for finding himself forcibly rendered unconscious during an informal battle—in nothing but his boots and gloves, no less! Next thing he knew, he woke up chained by his wrists to a steel I-beam, his head throbbing in pain. His person, however, seemed unassailed for the most part, save for the bruises and cuts sustained in the earlier battle.
The buff pikachu looked about the spartan industrial surrounds, unsure of where it could possibly be. Whatever was going on, though, something deep down in his gut—or was it his balls?—told him that he should find a way to leave post-haste. He tried with all his incredible strength to break the cuffs, but they yielded not to his powerful flexing muscles.
"Mmmf. Now what?" he muttered to himself.
He then heard wet sounds coming from the shadows and froze. They were plopping and squishing all about, getting ever nearer. As the source of the sounds approached the light, he could very clearly make out slimy blue tentacles secreting a thick cyan-blue goo. They closed in on him; he clenched his butt a little tighter, although admittedly the situation was pretty exciting to him all the same.
Maxwell gritted his teeth, his cheeks lighting up as he blasted the slimy appendages with an electric attack. But the tentacles were unfazed by the bolts of lightning, continuing to edge ever closer.
"****. What the hell is this all about?"
He shifted his position instinctively anticipating the motions of the tentacles. It was apparent that a decision had to be made: find a way to escape or be a plaything.
He wasn't about to have the victor of his last battle have all the fun.
"Hmf." Maxwell closed his eyes in thought, but still talking aloud. "I'm not strong enough to break these cuffs, but what about this beam?"
The pikachu lightly tapped his tail against the I-beam, his eyes widening a bit. His little member was stiff and swinging about from the frankly erotic tone of his situation.
"Mm, haven't used it in a while, but it might just work … " said Maxwell, repositioning his tail a bit away from the beam.
Blue tentacles closed in on him, on the verge of engulfing him. Suddenly, his lightning-bolt tail changed from its usual fuzzy self to a solid steel facsimile. With a leg lifted up and testicles swinging free, he gave the I-beam an iron tail that few pokémon would ever want to be on the business end of.
The buff pikachu looked about the spartan industrial surrounds, unsure of where it could possibly be. Whatever was going on, though, something deep down in his gut—or was it his balls?—told him that he should find a way to leave post-haste. He tried with all his incredible strength to break the cuffs, but they yielded not to his powerful flexing muscles.
"Mmmf. Now what?" he muttered to himself.
He then heard wet sounds coming from the shadows and froze. They were plopping and squishing all about, getting ever nearer. As the source of the sounds approached the light, he could very clearly make out slimy blue tentacles secreting a thick cyan-blue goo. They closed in on him; he clenched his butt a little tighter, although admittedly the situation was pretty exciting to him all the same.
Maxwell gritted his teeth, his cheeks lighting up as he blasted the slimy appendages with an electric attack. But the tentacles were unfazed by the bolts of lightning, continuing to edge ever closer.
"****. What the hell is this all about?"
He shifted his position instinctively anticipating the motions of the tentacles. It was apparent that a decision had to be made: find a way to escape or be a plaything.
He wasn't about to have the victor of his last battle have all the fun.
"Hmf." Maxwell closed his eyes in thought, but still talking aloud. "I'm not strong enough to break these cuffs, but what about this beam?"
The pikachu lightly tapped his tail against the I-beam, his eyes widening a bit. His little member was stiff and swinging about from the frankly erotic tone of his situation.
"Mm, haven't used it in a while, but it might just work … " said Maxwell, repositioning his tail a bit away from the beam.
Blue tentacles closed in on him, on the verge of engulfing him. Suddenly, his lightning-bolt tail changed from its usual fuzzy self to a solid steel facsimile. With a leg lifted up and testicles swinging free, he gave the I-beam an iron tail that few pokémon would ever want to be on the business end of.
The day had started just like any other day for Maxwell, save for finding himself forcibly rendered unconscious during an informal battle—in nothing but his boots and gloves, no less! Next thing he knew, he woke up chained by his wrists to a steel I-beam, his head throbbing in pain. His person, however, seemed unassailed for the most part, save for the bruises and cuts sustained in the earlier battle.
The buff pikachu looked about the spartan industrial surrounds, unsure of where it could possibly be. Whatever was going on, though, something deep down in his gut—or was it his balls?—told him that he should find a way to leave post-haste. He tried with all his incredible strength to break the cuffs, but they yielded not to his powerful flexing muscles.
"Mmmf. Now what?" he muttered to himself.
He then heard wet sounds coming from the shadows and froze. They were plopping and squishing all about, getting ever nearer. As the source of the sounds approached the light, he could very clearly make out slimy blue tentacles secreting a thick cyan-blue goo. They closed in on him; he clenched his butt a little tighter, although admittedly the situation was pretty exciting to him all the same.
Maxwell gritted his teeth, his cheeks lighting up as he blasted the slimy appendages with an electric attack. But the tentacles were unfazed by the bolts of lightning, continuing to edge ever closer.
"Fuck. What the hell is this all about?"
He shifted his position instinctively anticipating the motions of the tentacles. It was apparent that a decision had to be made: find a way to escape or be a plaything.
He wasn't about to have the victor of his last battle have all the fun.
"Hmf." Maxwell closed his eyes in thought, but still talking aloud. "I'm not strong enough to break these cuffs, but what about this beam?"
The pikachu lightly tapped his tail against the I-beam, his eyes widening a bit. His little member was stiff and swinging about from the frankly erotic tone of his situation.
"Mm, haven't used it in a while, but it might just work … " said Maxwell, repositioning his tail a bit away from the beam.
Blue tentacles closed in on him, on the verge of engulfing him. Suddenly, his lightning-bolt tail changed from its usual fuzzy self to a solid steel facsimile. With a leg lifted up and testicles swinging free, he gave the I-beam an iron tail that few pokémon would ever want to be on the business end of.
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