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"When I get out of here you're done for, ya' hear me!" a rather aggressive voice filled the dimly lit room. It's owner was a short raccoon by the name of Rocket, his darker brown
fur matched with his blue and red suit stood out in the room. However, even more so was the ropes binding him to the chair. Posted directly in front of him were 3 monitors, each angled so that their black screens were visible
to him no matter which way he thrashed and turned his head. It was quite situation but not one that the seasoned hero was not accustomed to. Some two bit villain getting the jump on him on his day off and trying to prove himself
to be Rocket's next rival. It always ended the same, with said poser behind bars and Rocket frustrated with another ruined vacation day.
After a few more choice words directed at whoever was behind this and some failed attempts at wiggling himself free of those ropes, Rocket finally submitted to his fate, knowing that some figure would step out from behind the
shadows and announce his master plan just like always. He sat there in the chair, rather uncomfortably as his suit began to work itself between his ass cheeks, for what seemed like an hour, the raccoon beginning to wonder if his captor
got cold feet and gave up on his plan. Just as Rocket was able to let out an annoyed sigh the trio of monitors suddenly sprang to life. On each one was the same image, a rather portly looking boar drenched in the most gaudy lab coat
Rocket had ever seen. He appeared rather unkempt as well, stains lining his underarms and a grizzly beard sprouting from his already fuzzy face. "Glad to see you've finally settled in!" the boar spoke, a much gruffer voice than the hero
was expecting. "Sorry about the delay, had to freshen myself up!" he chuckled as he scratched at one of hid pits. Rocket was dumbfounded, embarrassed even, that a slob such as this had managed to get the upper hand on him.
"Alright big guy I don't know what your whole shtick is but let's say we cut it short and you put yourself behind bars and let me out? I got a date to get to." Rocket said with a sly grin, hoping this two-bit villain would just
call it quits and save him some trouble. Instead, the boar just let out another chuckle, this time resting a hand on his now more pronounced belly. "Oh I don't intend on taking up much of your time Rocket! I just had a program I would
just love for you to review for me. I'm sure it'll really change your mind about a few things!" the stranger said with an almost wicked smile before the screens flashed off for a split-second, lighting back up to reveal a brightly colored
series of spirals flashing in rhythm. Each monitor displaying a different image, a slideshow of graphics laced into each spinning display. Men flexing and showing off their less than fit bodies. Other men turning towards the camera and
presenting their large, jiggling, and rather hairy asses. A tight g-string digging into each male's crack. In fact, every male in the videos were all sporting the same uniform. A bright pink and rather tight g-string with an
almost cartoonish looking swine smiling on the front and a dopey, drooling grin on their faces.
"W-what the hell!" the raccoon thought to himself, his eyes being assaulted by the movies in front of him. As he tried to turn his head away he noticed a slight buzzing in his ears as well, the sound growing softer yet more clear and
audible to him as he was finally able to make out what he was saying. "You are not a hero. You are a henchmen. Raccoons are pigs. You are a good raccoon. You are a good pig." the almost robotic voice repeated directly into his ear,
the words drilling their way into his head. As much as he tried Rocket couldn't seem to summon the strength to bust out of his imprisonment. Even closing his eyes only worsened his situation, the sound growing strong every time he tried to
tune out the screens. "I'm not some damned pig! I'm a r-raccoon!" he yelled into his own head, trying to push out the thoughts that were flooding him. He was a hero, not some lowly hairy stinking henchman! He would never serve under
some slobs like that boar, no matter how much Rocket wanted to dig his face into that armpit he saw earlier. A small smirk spread on his face as he thought about the boar from earlier, especially when he scratched under his arm. "First
thing I'm gonna do when I get out of here is lock that bastard up...just put my face in his pit till he begs for mercy.." Rocket drooled as he spoke, not even noticing as his already ill fighting uniform began to grow even tighter
on him.
Hours later the screens flashed back black and were replaced by the video of that boar again. However, Rocket didn't seem to care that much, eyes filled to the brim with a swirling pattern of colors,
his face stuck into a long smile, drool dripping down his jaw and onto his crotch which was now soaked. He appeared to also be coated in sweat, his one piece uniform clinging to his body and seemingly drenched. The boar couldn't help but to admire what lay before him, his own cock tenting in his pants. "There's my
favorite little goon! I see you enjoyed the shows I made for you." Rocket simply nodded slowly, a pair of chubby bears appearing from behind him and cutting the ropes that binned the raccoon. Instead of fleeing however, Rocket quickly
turned heel, his ass on full display to the boar as he swiftly tore off his uniform. Reaching both hands back and grasping at his ample cheeks, Rocket spread his ass and his already sweat-stained underwear wedgied between it. "Pig
reporting for duty sir!" Rocket chanted almost like a mantra he had practiced his whole life, the two henchmen behind him already taking the time to lean down and push Rocket's face into each of their hairy pits happily.
"Good to hear Rocket! However we still have a few changes left to make before you can really serve. Why don't we call you Piggy for now till we get a spot in our family for you cleared up, hm?" the boar said as he turned his back
to the screen, the image of Piggy being fitted into his new g-string as he oinked into his fellow henchman's armpits flickering off as he awaited his new orders.
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"When I get out of here you're done for, ya' hear me!" a rather aggressive voice filled the dimly lit room. It's owner was a short raccoon by the name of Rocket, his darker brown
fur matched with his blue and red suit stood out in the room. However, even more so was the ropes binding him to the chair. Posted directly in front of him were 3 monitors, each angled so that their black screens were visible
to him no matter which way he thrashed and turned his head. It was quite situation but not one that the seasoned hero was not accustomed to. Some two bit villain getting the jump on him on his day off and trying to prove himself
to be Rocket's next rival. It always ended the same, with said poser behind bars and Rocket frustrated with another ruined vacation day.
After a few more choice words directed at whoever was behind this and some failed attempts at wiggling himself free of those ropes, Rocket finally submitted to his fate, knowing that some figure would step out from behind the
shadows and announce his master plan just like always. He sat there in the chair, rather uncomfortably as his suit began to work itself between his ass cheeks, for what seemed like an hour, the raccoon beginning to wonder if his captor
got cold feet and gave up on his plan. Just as Rocket was able to let out an annoyed sigh the trio of monitors suddenly sprang to life. On each one was the same image, a rather portly looking boar drenched in the most gaudy lab coat
Rocket had ever seen. He appeared rather unkempt as well, stains lining his underarms and a grizzly beard sprouting from his already fuzzy face. "Glad to see you've finally settled in!" the boar spoke, a much gruffer voice than the hero
was expecting. "Sorry about the delay, had to freshen myself up!" he chuckled as he scratched at one of hid pits. Rocket was dumbfounded, embarrassed even, that a slob such as this had managed to get the upper hand on him.
"Alright big guy I don't know what your whole shtick is but let's say we cut it short and you put yourself behind bars and let me out? I got a date to get to." Rocket said with a sly grin, hoping this two-bit villain would just
call it quits and save him some trouble. Instead, the boar just let out another chuckle, this time resting a hand on his now more pronounced belly. "Oh I don't intend on taking up much of your time Rocket! I just had a program I would
just love for you to review for me. I'm sure it'll really change your mind about a few things!" the stranger said with an almost wicked smile before the screens flashed off for a split-second, lighting back up to reveal a brightly colored
series of spirals flashing in rhythm. Each monitor displaying a different image, a slideshow of graphics laced into each spinning display. Men flexing and showing off their less than fit bodies. Other men turning towards the camera and
presenting their large, jiggling, and rather hairy asses. A tight g-string digging into each male's crack. In fact, every male in the videos were all sporting the same uniform. A bright pink and rather tight g-string with an
almost cartoonish looking swine smiling on the front and a dopey, drooling grin on their faces.
"W-what the hell!" the raccoon thought to himself, his eyes being assaulted by the movies in front of him. As he tried to turn his head away he noticed a slight buzzing in his ears as well, the sound growing softer yet more clear and
audible to him as he was finally able to make out what he was saying. "You are not a hero. You are a henchmen. Raccoons are pigs. You are a good raccoon. You are a good pig." the almost robotic voice repeated directly into his ear,
the words drilling their way into his head. As much as he tried Rocket couldn't seem to summon the strength to bust out of his imprisonment. Even closing his eyes only worsened his situation, the sound growing strong every time he tried to
tune out the screens. "I'm not some damned pig! I'm a r-raccoon!" he yelled into his own head, trying to push out the thoughts that were flooding him. He was a hero, not some lowly hairy stinking henchman! He would never serve under
some slobs like that boar, no matter how much Rocket wanted to dig his face into that armpit he saw earlier. A small smirk spread on his face as he thought about the boar from earlier, especially when he scratched under his arm. "First
thing I'm gonna do when I get out of here is lock that bastard up...just put my face in his pit till he begs for mercy.." Rocket drooled as he spoke, not even noticing as his already ill fighting uniform began to grow even tighter
on him.
Hours later the screens flashed back black and were replaced by the video of that boar again. However, Rocket didn't seem to care that much, eyes filled to the brim with a swirling pattern of colors,
his face stuck into a long smile, drool dripping down his jaw and onto his crotch which was now soaked. He appeared to also be coated in sweat, his one piece uniform clinging to his body and seemingly drenched. The boar couldn't help but to admire what lay before him, his own cock tenting in his pants. "There's my
favorite little goon! I see you enjoyed the shows I made for you." Rocket simply nodded slowly, a pair of chubby bears appearing from behind him and cutting the ropes that binned the raccoon. Instead of fleeing however, Rocket quickly
turned heel, his ass on full display to the boar as he swiftly tore off his uniform. Reaching both hands back and grasping at his ample cheeks, Rocket spread his ass and his already sweat-stained underwear wedgied between it. "Pig
reporting for duty sir!" Rocket chanted almost like a mantra he had practiced his whole life, the two henchmen behind him already taking the time to lean down and push Rocket's face into each of their hairy pits happily.
"Good to hear Rocket! However we still have a few changes left to make before you can really serve. Why don't we call you Piggy for now till we get a spot in our family for you cleared up, hm?" the boar said as he turned his back
to the screen, the image of Piggy being fitted into his new g-string as he oinked into his fellow henchman's armpits flickering off as he awaited his new orders.
First story so don't expect too much! Rocket Racoon find's himself the captive of yet another villain but something seems a bit off about this one. Will our hero make it out in tact or is this just too much for this space faring raccoon?
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"When I get out of here you're done for, ya' hear me!" a rather aggressive voice filled the dimly lit room. It's owner was a short raccoon by the name of Rocket, his darker brown
fur matched with his blue and red suit stood out in the room. However, even more so was the ropes binding him to the chair. Posted directly in front of him were 3 monitors, each angled so that their black screens were visible
to him no matter which way he thrashed and turned his head. It was quite situation but not one that the seasoned hero was not accustomed to. Some two bit villain getting the jump on him on his day off and trying to prove himself
to be Rocket's next rival. It always ended the same, with said poser behind bars and Rocket frustrated with another ruined vacation day.
After a few more choice words directed at whoever was behind this and some failed attempts at wiggling himself free of those ropes, Rocket finally submitted to his fate, knowing that some figure would step out from behind the
shadows and announce his master plan just like always. He sat there in the chair, rather uncomfortably as his suit began to work itself between his ass cheeks, for what seemed like an hour, the raccoon beginning to wonder if his captor
got cold feet and gave up on his plan. Just as Rocket was able to let out an annoyed sigh the trio of monitors suddenly sprang to life. On each one was the same image, a rather portly looking boar drenched in the most gaudy lab coat
Rocket had ever seen. He appeared rather unkempt as well, stains lining his underarms and a grizzly beard sprouting from his already fuzzy face. "Glad to see you've finally settled in!" the boar spoke, a much gruffer voice than the hero
was expecting. "Sorry about the delay, had to freshen myself up!" he chuckled as he scratched at one of hid pits. Rocket was dumbfounded, embarrassed even, that a slob such as this had managed to get the upper hand on him.
"Alright big guy I don't know what your whole shtick is but let's say we cut it short and you put yourself behind bars and let me out? I got a date to get to." Rocket said with a sly grin, hoping this two-bit villain would just
call it quits and save him some trouble. Instead, the boar just let out another chuckle, this time resting a hand on his now more pronounced belly. "Oh I don't intend on taking up much of your time Rocket! I just had a program I would
just love for you to review for me. I'm sure it'll really change your mind about a few things!" the stranger said with an almost wicked smile before the screens flashed off for a split-second, lighting back up to reveal a brightly colored
series of spirals flashing in rhythm. Each monitor displaying a different image, a slideshow of graphics laced into each spinning display. Men flexing and showing off their less than fit bodies. Other men turning towards the camera and
presenting their large, jiggling, and rather hairy asses. A tight g-string digging into each male's crack. In fact, every male in the videos were all sporting the same uniform. A bright pink and rather tight g-string with an
almost cartoonish looking swine smiling on the front and a dopey, drooling grin on their faces.
"W-what the hell!" the raccoon thought to himself, his eyes being assaulted by the movies in front of him. As he tried to turn his head away he noticed a slight buzzing in his ears as well, the sound growing softer yet more clear and
audible to him as he was finally able to make out what he was saying. "You are not a hero. You are a henchmen. Raccoons are pigs. You are a good raccoon. You are a good pig." the almost robotic voice repeated directly into his ear,
the words drilling their way into his head. As much as he tried Rocket couldn't seem to summon the strength to bust out of his imprisonment. Even closing his eyes only worsened his situation, the sound growing strong every time he tried to
tune out the screens. "I'm not some damned pig! I'm a r-raccoon!" he yelled into his own head, trying to push out the thoughts that were flooding him. He was a hero, not some lowly hairy stinking henchman! He would never serve under
some slobs like that boar, no matter how much Rocket wanted to dig his face into that armpit he saw earlier. A small smirk spread on his face as he thought about the boar from earlier, especially when he scratched under his arm. "First
thing I'm gonna do when I get out of here is lock that bastard up...just put my face in his pit till he begs for mercy.." Rocket drooled as he spoke, not even noticing as his already ill fighting uniform began to grow even tighter
on him.
Hours later the screens flashed back black and were replaced by the video of that boar again. However, Rocket didn't seem to care that much, eyes filled to the brim with a swirling pattern of colors,
his face stuck into a long smile, drool dripping down his jaw and onto his crotch which was now soaked. He appeared to also be coated in sweat, his one piece uniform clinging to his body and seemingly drenched. The boar couldn't help but to admire what lay before him, his own cock tenting in his pants. "There's my
favorite little goon! I see you enjoyed the shows I made for you." Rocket simply nodded slowly, a pair of chubby bears appearing from behind him and cutting the ropes that binned the raccoon. Instead of fleeing however, Rocket quickly
turned heel, his ass on full display to the boar as he swiftly tore off his uniform. Reaching both hands back and grasping at his ample cheeks, Rocket spread his ass and his already sweat-stained underwear wedgied between it. "Pig
reporting for duty sir!" Rocket chanted almost like a mantra he had practiced his whole life, the two henchmen behind him already taking the time to lean down and push Rocket's face into each of their hairy pits happily.
"Good to hear Rocket! However we still have a few changes left to make before you can really serve. Why don't we call you Piggy for now till we get a spot in our family for you cleared up, hm?" the boar said as he turned his back
to the screen, the image of Piggy being fitted into his new g-string as he oinked into his fellow henchman's armpits flickering off as he awaited his new orders.
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"When I get out of here you're done for, ya' hear me!" a rather aggressive voice filled the dimly lit room. It's owner was a short raccoon by the name of Rocket, his darker brown
fur matched with his blue and red suit stood out in the room. However, even more so was the ropes binding him to the chair. Posted directly in front of him were 3 monitors, each angled so that their black screens were visible
to him no matter which way he thrashed and turned his head. It was quite situation but not one that the seasoned hero was not accustomed to. Some two bit villain getting the jump on him on his day off and trying to prove himself
to be Rocket's next rival. It always ended the same, with said poser behind bars and Rocket frustrated with another ruined vacation day.
After a few more choice words directed at whoever was behind this and some failed attempts at wiggling himself free of those ropes, Rocket finally submitted to his fate, knowing that some figure would step out from behind the
shadows and announce his master plan just like always. He sat there in the chair, rather uncomfortably as his suit began to work itself between his ass cheeks, for what seemed like an hour, the raccoon beginning to wonder if his captor
got cold feet and gave up on his plan. Just as Rocket was able to let out an annoyed sigh the trio of monitors suddenly sprang to life. On each one was the same image, a rather portly looking boar drenched in the most gaudy lab coat
Rocket had ever seen. He appeared rather unkempt as well, stains lining his underarms and a grizzly beard sprouting from his already fuzzy face. "Glad to see you've finally settled in!" the boar spoke, a much gruffer voice than the hero
was expecting. "Sorry about the delay, had to freshen myself up!" he chuckled as he scratched at one of hid pits. Rocket was dumbfounded, embarrassed even, that a slob such as this had managed to get the upper hand on him.
"Alright big guy I don't know what your whole shtick is but let's say we cut it short and you put yourself behind bars and let me out? I got a date to get to." Rocket said with a sly grin, hoping this two-bit villain would just
call it quits and save him some trouble. Instead, the boar just let out another chuckle, this time resting a hand on his now more pronounced belly. "Oh I don't intend on taking up much of your time Rocket! I just had a program I would
just love for you to review for me. I'm sure it'll really change your mind about a few things!" the stranger said with an almost wicked smile before the screens flashed off for a split-second, lighting back up to reveal a brightly colored
series of spirals flashing in rhythm. Each monitor displaying a different image, a slideshow of graphics laced into each spinning display. Men flexing and showing off their less than fit bodies. Other men turning towards the camera and
presenting their large, jiggling, and rather hairy asses. A tight g-string digging into each male's crack. In fact, every male in the videos were all sporting the same uniform. A bright pink and rather tight g-string with an
almost cartoonish looking swine smiling on the front and a dopey, drooling grin on their faces.
"W-what the hell!" the raccoon thought to himself, his eyes being assaulted by the movies in front of him. As he tried to turn his head away he noticed a slight buzzing in his ears as well, the sound growing softer yet more clear and
audible to him as he was finally able to make out what he was saying. "You are not a hero. You are a henchmen. Raccoons are pigs. You are a good raccoon. You are a good pig." the almost robotic voice repeated directly into his ear,
the words drilling their way into his head. As much as he tried Rocket couldn't seem to summon the strength to bust out of his imprisonment. Even closing his eyes only worsened his situation, the sound growing strong every time he tried to
tune out the screens. "I'm not some damned pig! I'm a r-raccoon!" he yelled into his own head, trying to push out the thoughts that were flooding him. He was a hero, not some lowly hairy stinking henchman! He would never serve under
some slobs like that boar, no matter how much Rocket wanted to dig his face into that armpit he saw earlier. A small smirk spread on his face as he thought about the boar from earlier, especially when he scratched under his arm. "First
thing I'm gonna do when I get out of here is lock that bastard up...just put my face in his pit till he begs for mercy.." Rocket drooled as he spoke, not even noticing as his already ill fighting uniform began to grow even tighter
on him.
Hours later the screens flashed back black and were replaced by the video of that boar again. However, Rocket didn't seem to care that much, eyes filled to the brim with a swirling pattern of colors,
his face stuck into a long smile, drool dripping down his jaw and onto his crotch which was now soaked. He appeared to also be coated in sweat, his one piece uniform clinging to his body and seemingly drenched. The boar couldn't help but to admire what lay before him, his own cock tenting in his pants. "There's my
favorite little goon! I see you enjoyed the shows I made for you." Rocket simply nodded slowly, a pair of chubby bears appearing from behind him and cutting the ropes that binned the raccoon. Instead of fleeing however, Rocket quickly
turned heel, his ass on full display to the boar as he swiftly tore off his uniform. Reaching both hands back and grasping at his ample cheeks, Rocket spread his ass and his already sweat-stained underwear wedgied between it. "Pig
reporting for duty sir!" Rocket chanted almost like a mantra he had practiced his whole life, the two henchmen behind him already taking the time to lean down and push Rocket's face into each of their hairy pits happily.
"Good to hear Rocket! However we still have a few changes left to make before you can really serve. Why don't we call you Piggy for now till we get a spot in our family for you cleared up, hm?" the boar said as he turned his back
to the screen, the image of Piggy being fitted into his new g-string as he oinked into his fellow henchman's armpits flickering off as he awaited his new orders.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 60 x 120px
maybe his new master fattens Rocket up and turns him into a filthy slob?
Dang, this is great! What a lucky raccoon, being allowed to repent his former life in his new Master's armpits!
Dang, the armpit parts are just so, <3
Lovely job on this!
Lovely job on this!
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