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His gray tee clung damply to his fur after another exhausting Saturday shift at the warehouse. Lifting crates all day was easier when his electric sacs could juice up the tools, but the work still left him drained, hollow, and aching in places he didn't like to admit.\n\nThe building never truly slept. Tonight the usual soundtrack filled the air, bass thumping heavily from the two Grookey on the first floor who never learned how to turn his speakers down. They were either siblings or dating, but Amir didn't care enough to ask. Earlier, a Lucario couple had argued loudly in the hallway about whose turn it was to take out the trash.\n\nThe elevator carried the faint, lingering stench of wet Furret fur after rain. It was a small, cramped, noisy place full of Mon just trying to scrape by, but at least the basement laundry room offered some isolation from the constant foot traffic above.\n\nAmir lived on the third floor. Aaron, the massive Machoke from the fifth, had made sure the Electabuzz regretted every single day since he moved in last year. Right now, Amir was desperately trying not to think about Emilia. She was a gentle Quagsire whose soft tail used to wrap around his waist on quiet evenings, offering the kind of comfort he had come to rely on. The memory of her disappearing around the corner last month with Aaron's thick gray arm slung possessively over her shoulders still sent a heavy, familiar ache blooming through his chest.\n\nShe chose him, Amir thought bitterly, claws tightening around his phone. Of course she did. Who wouldn't pick a towering, powerful fighting-type over a scrawny, dorky electric-type who can barely keep up at work? I was never enough for her.\n\nHis clothes tumbled warmly and softly behind the glass door of the dryer. Thirty minutes remained on the timer. Amir pulled out his phone and scrolled mindlessly through nothing in particular, hoping the glowing screen would drown out the loneliness and shame gnawing at the edges of his mind. \n\nPart of him already dreaded the heavy footsteps he might soon hear descending the stairs. Saturday nights were when Aaron usually came down after the gym, and Amir just wanted to grab his clothes and slip back to the safety of the third floor without another confrontation. A shy Electabuzz like him never won those anyway.\n\nThe door suddenly banged open with so much force that it bounced off the cinder block wall. Aaron strode in, his enormous gray frame filling the entire doorway, a laundry basket balanced casually on one boulder-like shoulder. His tight white tee stretched taut across his broad chest and heavy pecs, jeans hugging his powerful thighs. The moment his eyes landed on Amir, a cruel, satisfied grin spread across his face. Aaron loved these little encounters, the way the smaller Mon always shrank under his shadow.\n\nAmir's yellow fur prickled sharply along his spine. Even seated, he felt impossibly tiny next to the Machoke. Aaron was easily a head taller and twice as wide, all dense muscle that made Amir's lean frame look fragile and childish by comparison. A tight knot formed in Amir's stomach, and a faint, nervous static buzzed uncontrollably in his cheek sacs no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.\n\n``Hey, Sparkplug!'' Aaron's loud, crude voice boomed off the cinderblock walls, full of mocking amusement. ``Sitting here like a sad little Cubone nobody wanted? Still wearing those same ratty black sweatpants? What, you wash 'em once a month?''\n\nAaron laughed loudly as he yanked a pair of gym shorts from his basket. ``Seriously, dork, do you own anything else? Bet those sweats have seen more action than you have in the last year. And that gray tee is filthy, looks like you slipped in warehouse dust again. What do they even have you doing up there, plugging in extension cords with your weak little sparks because the real workers are too busy lifting actual weight?''\n\nAmir slenched his paw hard enough to draw tiny crescents in his palms. He's not wrong, he thought miserably, shame flooding through him. His job mostly consisted of powering tools when the generators acted up, while the Machamp and Machoke crew tossed hundred-pound crates around like they were nothing. \n\nA weak spark flared brighter in his sacs for a second before dying down in fresh embarrassment. He forced his gaze back to the spinning dryer, pretending the tumbling clothes were the most fascinating sight in the world. Don't engage. Just ignore him. Maybe he'll get bored and leave.\n\nAaron dropped his basket with a heavy thud and began shoving clothes into the machine next to Amir's, his thick arms and shoulders flexing deliberately, almost like a performance. ``Look at you, all alone on a Saturday night. Bet you've been down here for over an hour already, huh? Nobody waiting upstairs for a pathetic Electabuzz like you?''\n\nAmir stayed rigidly silent, his tail curling tight around the chair leg until it ached. The hum of the machines suddenly felt deafening in his ears, drowning out everything except the growing dread in his chest.\n\nAaron chuckled low and mean, clearly savoring the buildup. ``Well... Not anymore, at least.'' Aaron slammed the washer lid shut and grinned wide, fangs flashing. ``Anyway, soon as these are going, I'm heading back up to. Emilia's probably already on her knees waiting to give me a nice, sloppy blowjob. She's gotten real good at it.''\n\nThe words struck Amir like a physical Thunderbolt to the gut. His stomach twisted violently with nausea. Emilia, his my Emilia, on her knees for him. The unwanted image burned behind his eyes: her soft blue body, the gentle eyes that once looked at him with affection now replaced by Aaron's smug, victorious expression. Shame burned hot under his yellow fur, hotter than any electric attack he could muster. His cheek sacs crackled with uncontrolled static, bright sparks jumping visibly in the dim light.\n\nSomething deep inside Amir finally snapped under the weight of weeks of swallowed humiliation. He shot up from the chair so fast it scraped backward across the floor. Fists clenched tightly, he stepped right into Aaron's personal space, close enough to smell the Machoke's sharp post-gym musk. \n\n``Isn't it enough that she left me for you?'' Amir's voice came out higher and shakier than he intended, cracking like a pathetic child's. ``Why do you have to keep rubbing it in my face every single time? I loved her. I thought she loved me.''\n\nAaron's eyes narrowed instantly, all amusement vanishing. He shoved Amir hard in the chest with one massive hand. The impact felt like a concrete slab slamming into the Electabuzz's sternum. Amir stumbled backward, feet tangling, and barely caught himself against the cinderblock wall. Aaron's raw fighting-type strength was overwhelmingly casual, effortless, and terrifying.\n\nAaron threw his head back and laughed, deep and mocking, the sound echoing through the laundry room. ``Rubbing it in? Buddy, we were fucking for weeks while she was still `with' you. She'd come straight from your place to mine, still smelling like your cheap cologne.''\n\nThe laugh reverberated off the walls. Amir's blood boiled hotter than any electric surge he could generate. He knew this was stupid, he was smaller, weaker, slower in every way, but the accumulated frustration and heartbreak overpowered his usual caution. With a frustrated snarl, he lunged at Aaron, arms swinging wildly in a desperate, uncoordinated attack.\n\nAaron sidestepped the clumsy charge with effortless grace and caught Amir's head in a crushing headlock. Amir's snout smashed painfully against the Machoke's rock-hard ribs, the sharp, overpowering scent of sweat flooding his nose. He kicked and thrashed frantically, his electric sacs fizzing uselessly against Aaron's side.\n\n``Nice try, dork.'' Aaron laughed, the sound rumbling deeply through his broad chest like distant thunder.\n\nHis free hand wrenched the back of Amir's sweatpants down to his thighs, fully exposing the blue underwear. Amir tried to reach back, but Aaron easily batted his paws away. Thick fingers hooked into the waistband. With one savage yank, the fabric rocketed upward between Amir's asscheeks.\n\nAmir yelped sharply as the intense burn ignited instantly. His balls were squeezed tight against his pelvis, the seam grinding hard underneath them while his penis was mashed flat and pinned upward by the mercilessly stretched cotton. The pressure was immediate, overwhelming, and excruciating.\n\n``What the fuck are you doing?'' Amir gasped, legs scrambling uselessly. ``Let me go!''\n\nAaron only laughed louder and began hoisting him repeatedly by the wedgie, lifting his feet clean off the ground with every vicious bounce. Each jolt sent fresh waves of pain exploding through Amir's groin and ass. The seam sawed relentlessly under his balls like coarse sandpaper while his penis rubbed raw against the stretched front pouch. The underwear dug deeper and deeper between his asscheeks with every brutal bounce.\n\n``Stop squirming, Sparkplug!'' Aaron taunted, voice dripping with contempt. ``This is the most exercise your scrawny ass has had all week. Bet Emilia never told you how pathetic your little package feels compared to mine, huh?''\n\nAmir thrashed harder, his tail lashing erratically behind him, claws scraping futilely at Aaron's immovable forearm. This can't be happening. Not here. Not like this, where anyone could walk in and see. His cheek sacs crackled with static that achieved nothing except making Aaron laugh harder. \n\nThe machines continued humming indifferently, the warm air from the dryers brushing against his exposed fur. Why am I so weak? He thought. Why can't I even land one decent shock? I'm just a joke to him.\n\nAaron kept pulling the waistband higher and higher, stretching it way up Amir's back until the leg holes finally cleared his head. With a sharp, elastic snap, he released the headlock and hooked the blue fabric over Amir's forehead and eyes, trapping him completely in a full atomic wedgie. The front pouch stretched so tightly now that Amir's penis and balls were smashed together in one single throbbing, aching lump.\n\n``Fuck, this hurts so bad! I can't see!'' Amir shouted, his voice muffled and pathetic as he clawed desperately at the leg holes around his face.\n\nAaron grabbed his shoulders and shook him once, making the wedgie dig even deeper. ``Aw, listen to you whining. It hurtst!''' He mimicked Amir's voice in a cruel, high-pitched squeak. ``You sound just like the little bitch Emilia said you were in bed. No wonder she came running to a real Mon like me.''\n\nAaron still wasn't satisfied. He twisted the waistband sideways in a brutal melvin-style yank from the hip, grinding the fabric viciously across Amir's groin and wrenching one ball painfully to the side. Then he hoisted him again, bouncing him in short, vicious hops that made the atomic's waistband snap repeatedly against his forehead with every jolt. The seam sawed mercilessly under his balls, crushing them upward while his penis was flattened against him.\n\n``Please... Aaron... It hurts too much!'' Amir pleaded, his voice breaking completely from earlier anger into desperate, humiliating submission. \n\nHe's right. Amir thought. I'm nothing. Just a dorky, weak Electabuzz who lost his girlfriend to someone like him. My balls feel like they're being pulverized, and all I can do is beg.\n\nAaron finally dove his thick hand into the tightly stretched front of the underwear and wrenched upward with savage force. A brutal front wedgie tore a high-pitched scream from Amir's throat, a sound he had never heard himself make before. \n\nFresh agony exploded as his penis was pulled straight up, the fabric burning along his shaft. His balls split painfully to either side of the seam, yanked high and crushed even harder against his body.\n\n``Get off me, you asshole!'' Amir yelped, voice cracking.\n\n``Shut up, bitch-boy.'' Aaron barked, lifting him completely off the ground. He bounced the Electabuzz like a ragdoll. Every jolt ground the fabric deeper, flattening Amir's penis painfully against his groin while his balls screamed with every motion.\n\n``What's the matter?'' Aaron taunted gleefully. ``Not like you were using that little thing anyway. C'mon, cry a little louder. Maybe those two Grookey upstairs will hear what a pathetic loser you are.''\n\nFinally the waistband gave way with a loud, tearing rip. Amir dropped heavily to his feet, knees buckling beneath him. His hands flew down immediately to cup and rub his aching groin, trying desperately to soothe the throbbing hurt while tears stung his eyes beneath the half-removed atomic wedgie.\n\nAaron grabbed Amir's shirt collar and dragged the whimpering Electabuzz toward the single-stall bathroom at the back of the room. Amir's feet scrambled uselessly on the filthy tile, claws scraping for anything to grip. The bathroom door stood open, revealing the stained toilet and sink that clearly hadn't been cleaned in months. The sour, chemical smell hit Amir like a wave, twisting his already nauseous stomach.\n\n``N-No, don't!'' Amir begged, voice cracking as his tail flicked wildly, smacking against the doorframe. ``Aaron, please! I'm sorry! Just stop!''\n\nAaron ignored every plea and shoved Amir down hard, forcing his knees to slam onto the cold, grimy floor in front of the toilet bowl. Before Amir could utter another word, Aaron plunged his head down into the cold, off-color water. Amir panicked, his electric sacs shorting out in useless little pops as a flush roared over him like a violent waterfall. Stale water surged violently up his nose and into his mouth. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, only scream into the water.\n\nAaron pulled him out for a single gasping second. ``Aw, begging already? You weren't this noisy when I was balls-deep in your ex last month. Hold still, loser.'' \n\nHe plunged Amir back under and flushed again, holding him longer this time. The water pressure pounded relentlessly against his head, filling his ears with a deafening roar. His cheek sacs fizzled pathetically, tiny sparks dying instantly in the filthy liquid.\n\nAaron hauled him up once more. Before Amir could form another plea, the Machoke's huge hand cracked across his ass with a loud, stinging slap. Amir's whole body spasmed violently, legs kicking hard and splashing dirty water over the rim. He yelped, the sound raw and broken.\n\n``Nice wiggle.'' Aaron mocked, clearly enjoying himself. ``That's the most fight I've seen out of you all night. Emilia always said you were too soft. Guess this is what it takes to make a weak little Electabuzz squirm.''\n\nAaron repeated the torment again and again. Short brutal flushes that left Amir choking the moment he surfaced, longer breathless holds where the water churned and surged without mercy. Each time Aaron let him out, Amir could only cough and sputter wetly. \n\nThe humiliation burned far hotter than any physical pain. I submit. I'll never snap at you again. ``Please... just stop.'' Amir cried out. \n\nFinally Aaron grew bored and stopped. He yanked Amir up by the collar one last time. Water streamed heavily from Amir's face and ears as he dragged the soaked Electabuzz back into the main laundry room. Amir's shirt was completely drenched, his knees bruised, his throat raw, and the bitter taste of the dirty water lingered no matter how much he coughed.\n\nAaron looked down at himself, and scowled at his own dripping shirt. ``Great, now you got my clothes wet, you idiot.'' Then he smirked. ``Lucky for you it's laundry day.''\n\nAmir glared up at him through wet fur, voice hoarse and shaking with what little defiance remained. ``You didn't have to shove my head in that filthy toilet! Or rip my underwear! What the hell is wrong with you?''\n\nAaron chuckled casually, already peeling off his tight white tee and tossing it aside. ``Aw, come on, sparkplug. You're the one who lunged at me like an ass. I was just teaching you a lesson. Besides, you look hilarious all soaked like a drowned Ratata.''\n\nWithout any hesitation or shame, Aaron stripped his jeans, underwear, and shirt off in one smooth motion, stepping out casually. He stood completely naked in the middle of the laundry room as if it were the most natural thing in the world. \n\nHis Machoke body was powerfully built. With heavy pecs, ridged abs, thick arms and thighs, and a heavy cock hanging low between his legs like he owned the entire building and everyone in it. \n\nAmir's face burned hotter under his wet yellow fur. It's so unfair. He's stronger, better looking, took Emilia without even trying, and now he gets to stand here completely naked while Amir was dripping, broken, and humiliated. Amir hated how his eyes kept flicking down before he could stop them. He felt even smaller and more pathetic than before.\n\nAmir stripped off his own soaked gray tee, the cold air hitting his damp fur, and tossed it into the same machine Aaron was loading. His torn blue underwear kept riding up uncomfortably, chafing his still-sore penis and balls with every small movement.\n\nAaron raised an eyebrow, smirking. ``What do you think you're doing, throwing your shit in with mine?''\n\n``It's just one shirt!'' Amir snapped, anger flickering one final time despite how wrecked he felt. ``After the wedgie that crushed my balls, the atomic that blinded me, and the toilet... You owe me that much, you asshole.''\n\nAaron laughed deeply and mockingly as he started the wash. ``Owe you? Buddy, the only thing I owe a weak little Electabuzz like you is another reminder of your place. Keep running that mouth and next time I won't stop at the laundry room.''\n\nAmir's remaining anger flickered and died into quiet, defeated submission. ``Fine... whatever.'' He muttered softly.\n\nThe dryer finally dinged. Amir pulled his clothes out with trembling hands, slipped on one dry shirt, pulled up his sweat-pants, and headed for the door. He pulled the remainder of the torn underwear still chafing painfully between his legs off, and tossed them into the trash. He didn't need a constant, humiliating reminder of everything that had just happened.\n\nAs he reached the hallway, Aaron called after him in a loud, cheerful voice. ``Hey, tell you what... I'll have Emilia bring your shirt down later. I'll make sure her face is covered in my cum when she does. Maybe she'll even let you smell it up close, since that's the closest you'll get to her again.''\n\nAmir kept walking, jaw clenched tight, claws digging painfully into his palms. What an asshole. He took everything. Amir thought. My girlfriend, my dignity, my pride. And he's still laughing about it. The worst part was the quiet certainty that tomorrow would probably be the same. A shy, dorky Electabuzz like him just kept taking it, over and over, with no end in sight.\n\nThe End\n\n" }