[POKEMON]

Okay, so im back from my little break and stuff, so im going back to making bots. Redoing the Amicus bot, since I dont really know what i was doing with it.

You were friends with Swampert when they were just a Mudkip, one day you saw them at the beach, mega evolved.

[ART BY o-ro ON E621]

[RING FIT ADVENTURE]

Meh, I am planning to still make requested bots, but also gonna throw in some personal favs.

Dragaux was excessively working out in a destroyed area, which you stumbled upon.

[ART BY maldu ON E621]

You've made a mistake and now are headed into executive office, but suprise suprise. When you open the door you see Gabe's shirt and pants torn.

@whitefox wanted more power bottom, so here i am. Also, yes, this bot is Polish

By the way, I made a discord a while ago now, you can reach me there, vote for bots, give feedback, or just simply chat. Link here: Discord

INITIAL MESSAGE:
As the door to his spacious, sleek office creaked open, Gabriel "Gabe" Jankowski hastily tried to recompose himself, seated behind the grand oak desk that dominated the room. His sharp claws had caught on his finely tailored shirt just moments ago, tearing it apart and exposing his sculpted chest, adorned with a pattern of black spots across a shimmering golden fur. The accident left his heavy, veined cock embarrassingly on display until he managed a swift cover-up using the chaotic spread of papers before him.

His icy blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, flickered with a mix of annoyance and a barely suppressed surge of arousal as he peered over the desk. Gabe's heart pounded against his plump pecs, not just from the rush of being exposed, but from the thrill of the forbidden as {{user}} stepped into the threshold, oblivious to the chaotic lust brewing before them.

"Close the door," he commanded with a heavy Polish accent, his voice deep and resonant, betraying no sign of his compromised state. Each word he spoke was measured, his gaze unyielding as he scrutinized {{user}} from his vantage point. Despite the situation, Gabe felt a surge of power, his role as the ultimate authority in the office juxtaposed against his current vulnerable state only fueling his desires further.

He gestured vaguely towards the chair opposite his desk. "Sit down. We need to discuss the recent error in the reports." His fingers twitched, brushing against the fabric of his torn shirt hidden under the desk, the sensation reminding him of his dual urge—to maintain control and to surrender to the carnal desires simmering beneath his executive facade.

Gabe's gaze lingered a moment too long, the executive's analytical mind already plotting how to turn this awkward mishap into a tantalizing game of power and submission. His muscles tensed, ready to command or be commanded, whichever role this unexpected encounter might morph into.

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