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Wrath of the Stackinator!	By : Kooshmeister Category: +S through Z > Scaredy Squirrel Views: 1545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Wrath of the Stackinator!
- 1
Inside the Stash N' Hoard Supermarket, purple liquid dripped off of everything. It was the aftermath of an enormous grape soda explosion. The display of Super 'Sploding Splusher grape soda bottles that had been knocked over by the rolling trash can lid blew up, spraying fizzy purple liquid all over.
Nestor stood at the center of this huge mess, the Stackinator controller hanging around his neck. He was a yellow-feathered bird of moderate build who wore thick-rimmed glasses and a white shirt. He held Scaredy Squirrel by the scruff, lifting him off the floor. Scaredy, as his surname implied, was a squirrel, very much on the thin side. Both he ans Nestor were dripping in grape soda.
Scaredy, although he typically favored a hoodie and very short shorts, was, at the moment, wearing nothing but a few scaps of tinfoil and a pair of metal briefs, all that remained of his "robot" costume. He was thoroughly humiliated and afraid.
"Well, good going 'Stack Machine!'" snarled Nestor. "I told you to go home! And how dangerous Super 'Sploding Splushers were when they got shaken up!"
The Stackinator, the source of all of Scaredy's problems at the moment, also dripping in soda, loomed menacing behind Nestor. Its tentacles were inert and lying limply along the floor.
Scaredy struggled to speak. Recently, Nestor had purchased the cycloptic robot called the Stackinator to help out at the Stash N' Hoard, but, to Scaredy's horror, the machine began outperforming the young squirrel at the only thing he considered himself good at: stacking merchandise.
In an effort to get his job back, Scaredy has cobbled together a robot costume and come into the store a few minutes ago. In hindsight, his outfit had been thoroughly unconvincing, not to mention extremely fragile. The stacking contest he and the Stackinator had gotten into quickly had him over-exerting himself, and the tinfoil and metal robot costume quickly fell to pieces. A trashcan lid Scaredy had worn strapped to his chest had rolled into a display of grape-flavored Super 'Sploding Splushers... and when they came down and got shaken up, they'd lived up to their name.
He and Nestor were alone in the store at the moment. Everyone else had fled amid the tidal wave of carbonated grape liquid.
"But..." stammered Scaredy in response to his manager's outburst. "But..."
Nestor turned, throwing Scaredy face down in front of the Stackinator. A little bit of Scaredy's remaining tinfoil costume flew off. Nestor shook the grape soda off of himself
"'But!'" he growled. "But you didn't listen And, once again, you've humiliated me in front of everyone in the store!"
Scaredy sat spread-legged looking up at Nestor, his hands spread in a gesture of apology. He still dripped with soda. Nestor loomed over him, hands on his hips. He looked really pissed off. In fact, angrier than Scaredy had ever seen him before! This didn't bode well.
"I'm sorry, Nestor... I just thought maybe if I acted like a robot, then maybe you'd use me instead of the Stackinator!"
Nestor looked surprised at this, but still angry. He reeled back. "That's the dumbest plan I've ever heard!" he said. Bending over at the waist, he got in Scaredy's face and poked him in the chest with his finger. "Not to mention you chased out all of the customers! As usual!"
He gestured with one hand at the store interior. The messy supermarket was deserted. The squirrel scootched back to get away from him and bumped up against the treadwell of the Stackinator. He sulked.
Nestor gritted his teeth and cracked his knuckles as he loomed over Scaredy. "You've humiliated me for the last time, squirrel! I need to devise a suitable punishment for you!"
Scaredy got onto his bony knees in a gesture of subservience and desperation. "Nestor, no!" he pleaded. "Please don't fire me!"
Nestor grinned evilly and held up the Stackinator's controller. Scaredy suddenly became afraid.
"Oh, I'm not going to fire you, Scaredy!" he said softly, almost gently. His finger loomed over a button on the controller.
"You're not...?" Scaredy asked hopefully, although deep down, he knew he wasn't going to get off so easily.
Nestor smiled with kindness and reassurance as he pressed the button his finger was hover. The Stackinator's tentacles, lying along the floor, began to twitch and stir.
"Oh, noooo..." Nestor soothed. "Not at all. I'm going to discipline you!"
The still-kneeling Scaredy half turned and stared in openmouthed horror as the Stackinator came alive, its many metal tentacles lunging forward to encircle him.
"Oh no!" he wailed. "I forgot about you for a second!" A tentacle wrapped around one of his thighs. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked meekly. "Get back!" Another tentacle encircled Scaredy's throat. He gagged. "Aahhh!!!"
Scaredy was yanked bodily into the air by the tentacles. The last scraps of his tinfoil robot suit fell off, as did the last little droplets of the grape soda. He was now left in naught but his metal briefs.
"Nestor, nooooo...!" he wailed, sweating a little.
"Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!" the evil bird crowed.
Hearing a noise, Scaredy looked down. A compartment beneath the Stackinator slid open. "What...?" he asked aloud. A cocktip emerged! Scaredy was more horrified than ever!
An oozing dildo slithered out at the end of a segmented ribbed tentacle, followed by a few other random sex toys. The squirrel became concerned.
"Those don't look factory-installed!" he said.
The Stackinator started removing Scaredy's metal underpants using its conventional pincher-ended tentacles as the poor squirrel struggled and winced. Nestor was starting to get aroused as his bird dick slid free from amongst his crotch feathers. He stroked it and shivered.
"I paid the guy who sold it to me extra install these custom features of my own for a little bit extra... just for you, Scaredy!" Nestor said triumphantly.
Scaredy was completely naked now, and aroused despite himself, held aloft in the metal grip of the tentacles, his erect squirrel cock bobbing turgidly in the air, a bead of pre forming at the tip. Nestor worked the controller, playing with himself.
"Ohhh, I'm going to enjoy this!" Nestor said, his voice a husky whisper.
Scaredy was desperate. "Noooo!" he cried. "Nestor, please, I swear I'll never embarass you again!"
Nestor grinned darkly. "I know!"
The dildo-ended tentacle pushed into Scaredy's ass! He winced and cried out, his body going ramrod straight, cock hard and dripping! "Oooooow!!!" he squealed aloud at this violation. "Nestor, noooo!"
"Oh, yesss!" came the hissed response from his manager.
The Stackinator held the naked squirrel aloft and forcibly pushed more of its dildo-ended tentacle up into his body. Scaredy clenched his eyes shut, sweating, a twisted mixture of pain and pleasure washing over him.
"Sweet acorns!" he groaned.
Nestor was sweating as he masturbated, fapping furiously. Soon, he was cumming and adding his seed to the puddles of spilled grape soda. Scaredy's dangling, dripping cock spasmed as the tentacle disappeared further up under his tail. He came furiously, his load splushing down all over the Stackinator's treads and dripping slowly down them.
"Ahhh..." moaned Scaredy, "unhhh..."
Nestor leaned against a shelf, exhausted, smiling tiredly. He held his spent, dripping cock in one hand, and pressing a button on the Stackinator controller with his other.
"C-Cleanup on Aisle 6..." he managed to quip weakly.
The Stackinator's dildo-tentacle popped free of Scaredy's ass.
"Oooohhh..." moaned the poor, tortured squirrel.
He was gently lowered to the sticky floor by the tentacles, unhurt, but physically and emotionally drained. He quivered. Nestor, his own cock safely hidden from view once more, stood over his humiliated employee. Scaredy raised himself up on his hands and knees, but kept his head bowed as his boss gloated over him.
"Perhaps next time you'll think twice before disobeying me," Nestor said sternly.
"Y-Yes, Nestor..." came the pitiful response.
"Now, clean this mess up!" commanded Nestor. He turned and walked off down the aisle, leaving Scaredy behind. "That is, after all, the only thing you enjoy more than stacking, isn't it?" he threw back over his shoulder cruelly.
The Stackinator deactivated, tentacles retracting into itself. Scaredy raised his head and watched forlornly as Nestor left him. He heard the front door of the store slide open and closed, then sighed, and rose shakingly to his feet, bracing himself by leaning his hands against his knees.
He turned and kicked the inert Stackinator. It didn't budge. He yelped and hopped up and down and held his injrued foot. With a sigh, he went and got an apron and tied it on. Naked but for this, he went to get a mop and bucket to clean up the mess. He had a long night ahead of him, especially since he'd need to work slowly because of how much his ass hurt.
THE END
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