>>49491710Hau awoke to a splash of cold water. He felt soft leaves touching his back. Above him, to his dread, was the Machamp, holding a wet coconut bowl. Hau's shirt and shoes had been taken off, leaving him in only his swimtrunks. Before Hau could truly comprehend the situation, the Machamp's lower right hand shot out and landed softly on Hau's exposed chest. Well, "softly" is somewhat relative here, as Machamp is far stronger than most other beings in the Pokemon world. Hau felt an unusually firm press, not enough to hurt but certainly enough to feel uncomfortable. The massive hand rubbed his chest, pausing at each nipple, and made its way down to his belly. The significance of this did not register in Hau's brain. "Why is it doing this?" he thought. The hand continued down into Hau's orange swim trunks. Something like an electric jolt was sent up Hau's spine as the large, clumsy fingers made their way past his waist and straight to his balls. The Machamp was fondling him, and Hau was paralyzed with fear.
