It seems Bara Wake has cloned himself ... and Bara Stitch is liking the results!

Wake belongs to his player.

A little self-indulgent project to show Maxwell, my pikachu, in a badass situation. I'm not entirely sure he is completely wanting to escape. Would you want him to escape?

You can read the story that goes with it [here](https://inkblot.art/blog/PJNhHjnM32XxF3fvB2QU).

At the combat factory, Aldan receives instruction from yours truly on how to use his weapons. All of them! I also break out my ass admiration shades to set a bit of a mood in the alt version.

You can read the story that goes with it [here](https://inkblot.art/blog/Ns7lLjin1NAlsHwkhogC).

Heph teaches [Aldan](http://twitter.com/CasketCat) the finer points of throat massage. Unfortunately, the houndoom is unable to give a comment. From the looks of things, though, he's rather enjoying this session. I hope that set of teeth he has can take the intrusion!

Also included is a version of the flat colors with primal Heph. I'm sure the hellhound can take the bit of extra heat!

Chase, my anthro slowpoke, caught wind of a new grocery delivery platform. Ever the himbo he is, he wears only the bare minimum clothing he can get away with because that's what he's comfortable with. In this case, he donned his tan work boots and a special suede thong.

It's honest work, but he feels like a stripper when his customers tip him like that. He can't quite wrap his head around why they would bother with cash when there's tipping right in the app and, come to think of it, even non-customers give him cash tips …

Meet Brad, Edith's vain charizard prison guard. He's here to keep you right where he wants you, and he keeps his scales oiled up and ready for action!

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.

TJ stood naked in his gear, looking down at a considerably more lithe houndoom named Aldan, who was also naked in boots and gloves. They were in the shooting range at the Combat Factory, with big steel revolvers on their hips in thigh holsters that matched their gear. Aldan stood atop a stool, with his hands tied behind his back by some rope.

"How is this supposed to teach me to shoot, again?" said Aldan, licking his muzzle, his sheath brushing against the loog's thigh.

"It gives you practice for focusing … " said the big fluffy dragonbird, looming over the houndoom with his own humongous junk. "And right now, you've got a lot to distract you."

"That depends on what you mean by 'distraction,'" said Aldan as he stuck his tongue out.

TJ smirked, reaching down and groping the hellhound on his toned buttock, rubbing a gloved finger up against the tight crevice containing Aldan's entrance. The dragonbird's cock pulsed out of its sheath, booted feet shifting slightly with his powerful feathery legs.

"Enemies will do all sorts of nasty things to get the upper hand on you … very low-down things. You might say … " said TJ.

Aldan gasped a little as a large finger clad in tan leather wiggled its way into his tailhole, his spade-tipped tail lifting high and curling above his horned head. His canine cock by now was out of its sheath and throbbing against the blue feathers of TJ's sculpted belly. He stood on the balls of his booted feet, the stool creaking a bit from his weight.

" … below the belt, even!" said TJ as his shook his gloved finger deep inside Aldan, the 'doom giving soft growls in response.

"Is this the distraction you were talking about?" said Aldan as he shifted his hips around, almost riding TJ's finger like a toy.

The loog let out a small chuckle, gazing into the eyes of the hellhound tenderly.

"No. But this is, " he said, his loog eyes glowing a subtle hint of blue.

"Oh … " said Aldan, his body beginning to relax a little, his mind becoming tranquil as the sea, with his face turning a very noticeable shade of calm. His thoughts and feelings completely cleared, and all he could concentrate on was the big strong dragonbird in front of him. He submitted himself to the sea god, feeling extra hungry for that finger sliding past his sphincter … nay, he wanted something more.

"Now, Aldan, focus … " said TJ.

"I am focused," said Aldan with the biggest glow in his eyes. "Right now, I could shoot a dime on its edge at a hundred yards for you … for your touch."

TJ pulled Aldan into a warm embrace, letting the houndoom get a faceful of his blue-feathered pecs, withdrawing his finger and letting Aldan's butt clench back up.

Looks like Bit found a place to poke his nose around. Wake doesn't seem to mind! What better place to eat ass than a lakefront tool shed, aside?

They both belong to their respective players.

Bara Wake shows us just how strong he really is. Any volunteers for taking that metal sheet's place? <|}

Wake belongs to his player.