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This... Certainly wasn't good. Lugia's eyes darted around the room once again, and once again he saw nothing new. The Guardian of the Seas, the Storm Pokemon, a legendary creature of unsurpassed strength, was totally helpless. He was bound on his back, wings beneath him. Thick, metal straps wrapped around his limbs, chest and neck, keeping him from moving the slightest bit in any direction. There was even one around his beak, allowing him to make only the most basic of noises and kept him from Hyper-Beaming his way out of here. At least the surface he lay on was padded. The only thing that was really uncomfortable about any of this was the never-ending, crushing boredom!

Lugia had been laying here for what felt like hours now, forced to stare at the blank, white walls of the room around him, unable to move or speak or... Do much of anything, really. It was so dreadfully boring. And, when you're that bored, your mind starts to wander, right? That's how Lugia found himself in a much more embarrassing position than he thought this would be. During the wanderings of his mind, he'd thought of a lot of things; How did this happen? Who captured him? Were his friends okay? Was his home? Speaking of home, the weather had started to get warmer, which meant mating season was coming. Not that he was interested in mating, mind you, but that meant herds along the coast, lots of new visitors, and... Well, maybe he did want a mate, deep down. He'd fooled around with a Pidgeot that had gotten lost out at sea once, and that was certainly nice, but they were far too small to do much else than tease him.

But damn, it had felt nice! Those downy feathers teasing his flesh, the feeling of a warm tongue against his tip, even the intense tightness when she- Oh. Oh no. No no no no... Damn it. Lugia couldn't help but blush intensely as his cock twitched in the air. Fantastic... Not only was he now bound up at the mercy of whoever captured him, but now he was stiff as a board! His cock twitched in time with his heartbeat, and now that he'd gotten it up, it showed no signs of wanting to go down any time soon... Blast! Why had he gone to such a dirty place in his mind? It was just filled with memories of that Pidgeot, as well as his experimenting on getting off. He normally wasn't affected by Mating Season much, but there was usually at least one day out of the year were his urges just grew too strong, and he needed a release. The only problem was that was so big, and alone, which lead to some rather interesting experimentation. His most successful thus far was using his psychic powers to tease himself to release, and it was particularly fun because he could mimic almost any sensation. His favorite was t-

Fuck! Lugia squirmed and blushed brighter still. A bead of pre rolled down his length, and his shaft gave a nice, hard throb at the memories. Damn it, he needed to stop! What if someone walked in an-

"Glad to see you're awake."

Lugia froze, eyes clenching tight, his entire head and neck tinted pink from the intensity of his blush. He was hard and leaky in front of a stranger! Likely the very person that had captured him! The avian of legend squirmed in his bonds, trying to shout past the ring around his beak and explain this wasn't what it looked like!

"Stop your squirming. I can't have you tired before we even begin testing. Just hold still..."

Testing? What testing!? By the cold, uncaring, and slightly mechanic voice's tone... None of it was going to be good. He didn't have long to wonder, because there was soon a panel opening in the ceiling above him! From it, a large, clear tube started to descend, and... Eep! Lugia jumped and squirmed in his binds once again, eyes wide in terror. It was fit over his beak! There was nothing for a moment, but the odd apparatus on his face hissed to life, and he could see some sort of gray fog being pumped in to the mask. Lugia took a deep breath and held it, his heart hammering in fear. What was this stuff!? What was it going to do!? He didn't have too long to wait to find out. With his heart hammering and his squirming making him breathless, Lugia had no choice but to exhale and then inhale, getting a nice, thick cloud of that gray mist along with air. He sat like that for some time, breathing deeply, wondering in fear if he was being poisoned or put back under...

Mmmph!

Lugia bucked, and his eyes went wide. W-What the hell was-Aaaah! The Legendary Avian let out a moan before he could stop himself. Between his legs, his once-rigid cock was now wiggling and squirming, pressing against his fluffy belly and leaking pre! Lugia tried to force it to stop... But his cock wasn't under his control! Lugia whimpered and squirmed, only able to watch and feel as his prehensile cock continued to rub and squirm against his stomach, filling him with unwanted pleasure. Was this the work of the fog? It had to be! There's no way he'd be doing this otherwise, and he couldn't even control his own shaft! Glancing up revealed the stream of fog was starting to slow down, but he was more worried about the pleasure radiating from between his legs.

It wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't feel so damn sensitive! His cock throbbed and twitched while it wiggled, and Lugia swore he could feel each individual piece of downy fluff against his flesh, teasing him closer and closer to an orgasm he didn't want. Minutes passed, and Lugia's squirming was starting to turn to thrusting. The pleasure was only rising, and he seemed to grow more and more sensitive by the second! His cock simply continued to torment him, still seeming to have a mind of its own. Pre covered his fluffy feathers, making his belly slick with his own fluids.

Lugia braced himself a minute later, letting out a long, loud moan as he... He... Why wasn't he cumming!? He looked down with some distress, and found his cock pointed straight up, throbbing and leaking as he dangled at the edge. No! He was so close! He may not have wanted the pleasure at first, but he definitely wanted a release for all the trouble he was going through! There was a small 'clank' from above, and Lugia looked back up to see another panel opening in the ceiling. Oh... That was either very god, or very, very bad.

Lugia may not have been the most cultured with Anthros and their sex toys, but he knew a milker when he saw one. He'd spoken to travelers, seen their thoughts and memories, and this was definitely one of them. Lugia panted, his cock still throbbing, still so close... Why hadn't the edge faded? He'd been stopped close to release before, and he'd never been stuck like his before. IT was maddening! The large Avian squirmed and thrust upwards, trying to get the milker around his shaft so he could cum already! The machine thankfully began to lower after that, and Lugia brace himself for his orgasm...

Ooooh! Aaah! Haaah! Oh god, it felt so good! Lugia moaned and bucked, his cock throbbing harder. I felt like a nice, warm, very tight yet soft vent was closing around his shaft! It was descending juuust slow enough to keep him from cumming, even with his rapid thrusting... Mmmng! It felt sooo good! The milker was rapidly adjusting, and it just felt better and better as it slowly sank on to his shaft. By the time it was pressed against his crotch, it was utterly perfect in every way. The shape, the texture, the warmth, the softness, the tightness... All of it. Lugia's eyes started roll back in his head, and his cock throbbed hard as an intense orgasm started to well up inside him, all just from the feel of this wondrous machine wrapped tightly around his flesh!

And then it started pumping.

Lugia screamed in to the band around his beak, and bucked hard. Yes! YES! His cock spasmed and twitched and thick, creamy ropes of his seed shot from his tip. He bucked and thrust, and nearly passed out from the wonderful, intense pleasure. His orgasm seemed to just go on and on, lasting for what felt like minutes... Because it did! He was trapped in utter ecstasy for three solid minutes, his internal testes pumping and churning out all the pent up seed held within them. When the flow finally began to taper off, Lugia was left panting hard, chest heaving, and cock twitching. The milking around his cock slowed and came to a stop, and he was left with a pleasurable afterglow, his mind blanking...

For a few seconds, at the least. That perfectly tight and warm and soft milker on his cock sprang back to life after a few sweet moments of rest, and Lugia screamed in to his gag not in pleasure, but in overstimulated discomfort! He squirmed and thrashed, no longer trying to thrust up, only get away! But, no matter how hard he tried, the Milker was always pumping and sucking on his shaft, which had started to wiggle and squirm of its own accord once again, only adding to the intense discomfort. Lugia held his eyes tight, feeling tears starting to sting at his eyes. No, why was this happening!? There was no way he could produce anything else after such an intense orgasm, what else were they trying to get out of his spent balls!?

Whatever the answer was, Lugia would never know it. The Milker just kept going and going, and his wiggling cock only made things all the worse by pressing in to the warm, squishy 'flesh' surrounding it. It took nearly ten minutes of pure torture for Lugia to scream in to his beak again, his cock twitching and throbbing in a second orgasm. This time, the milker only managed to draw out a few small, weak jets of seed from his tip. Lugia panted hard when his second orgasm finally died away, the milker coming to a stop. He prayed it was over, and that he'd be freed and allowed to go ho-

OOOOH GOD_NO_. Lugia screamed his loudest yet, his throat hurting from how shrill it was, hurting his beak in an attempt to open it. The Milker kicked up in to high gear, pumping twice as fast as it had before. There was nothing left, why was it still going!? Tears now freely streamed down the sides of his face, his cock just wiggling and squirming as if it wasn't the center of pure misery in the legendary Avian's life. He laid back, muscles sore from his struggling, hips jerking from the discomfort and pain. Ten minutes later, he sobbed quietly, cock throbbing. There was nothing left, and so the machine drew only a clear, slimy fluid from his tip. It stopped again, and Lugia braced himself for it to start again, heart hammering in his chest. How long was this going to go on...?

"Subject has ceased production of semen after three nanite-assisted orgasms. Applying prostate-massage. Projected increase in production; 50%."

Lugia's eyes widened. W-What? Prostate mass-aaaAAAAHHH! Lugia's back arched, and the stream of tears resumed itself. A thick, slimy toy was suddenly pressed to his tailhole, and was quickly inside it! He bucked, fear rising in his heart. He wasn't opposed to mating with a male, but... He'd never taken it in the rear! He squirmed and whined, dull pain mixing with unwanted pleasure. The toy was like his cock, wiggling and squirming, touching places Lugia had never known he'd had, making his oversensitive cock twitch in the milker, and thus make Lugia wince.

Just when the toy found a spot inside him that made Lugia scream, the Milker started back up, making him howl and throw his head back. Oh god, no! NO! The toy rubbed and squirmed against his prostate, which more than tripled the oversensitive, painful 'pleasure' he was feeling. Lugia panted, and closed his eyes tight. Being a legendary creature, he didn't need to eat or sleep. He was powered by the forces of nature, and was nearly immortal. But just because he didn't have to, didn't mean he couldn't force himself to sleep. He tried to slow down his mind, shut down everything he needed to sleep... But, the moment it was shut down, something turned it right back on! Lugia opened his eyes, terror in them as a fourth orgasm started to build. H-He couldn't force himself to fall asleep!

Lugia sobbed and wailed, his cock throbbing and thrashing in the milker as his fourth orgasm finally hit. A few ropes of cum were sucked away, and when his orgasm faded, the machine didn't stop, and instead picked up speed! Lugia wailed again, chest heaving, tears flowing freely. It just went on and on, the toy in his rear forcing at least a few drops of potent cum from his sore testes. Unable to pass out, unable to do anything, Lugia sat there, forced to endure orgasm after orgasm, the oversensitivity growing worse with each subsequent 'release'. He didn't know how long it lasted, nor where he was, how he got there, or the reasons behind this torture.

Well... At least he wasn't bored any more, right?