Mordecai pinned Rigby on the floor beneath his sole. The wind was knocked from the raccoon's lungs, and he was forced to gasp for a bit of air. This brought little relief--the air beneath Mordecai's foot was unpleasant.
"...but honestly, I was sort of hoping you'd say no. This is much more satisfying. For me, anyway..."
"Mmmmmphhh..."
"What was that? You voice was muffled by the shame."
Rigby stopped struggling and submitted. Maybe if I stop, he'll let me go.
"Aww... Why'd you stop? That felt good. Whatever. It's not like I'm gonna let you go if you're compliant."
Then, Rigby noticed something that shocked him completely. He was now sporting an erection. An erection. That meant he was enjoying this. The mere notion that he was getting hard from a thing like this made his skin crawl. Oh God... he thought, I hope Mordecai doesn't notice.
"Woah, Rigby. I thought you hated feet. Guess I was wrong."
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