The mighty, self-proclaimed hero known as Superchu was in the middle of a big breakthrough. At the moment he was investigating the supposed secret base of his arch-nemesis, Mr. Libre.
Everyone’s heard of the great masked wrestler Pikachu Libre but tales of copy-cats and wannabes spread like wildfire to the point where you’d see one on the street and wonder if they were legit or just playing dress-up to charge you for a picture.
Most would accept the deal because why not? Who’s going to question the authenticity of a photo of you and Pikachu Libre? Not many did and that led to the masked one’s identity being used for various other things as well.
Enter Mr. Libre, a male pikachu with a group of Pichu that act as his grunts for the sake of carrying out nefarious deeds. At the moment, a ton of goods had been pilfered from a nearby farm and the hero, Superchu, had been tasked by the farmer in question to seek out the base, ambush the villains, and steal the goods back.
Arriving on the scene and standing on a warehouse saw Superchu scanning the area with a serious look on his face before spotting several Pichu sneaking out of the confines with items in hand.
“We need to hurry and get this stuff to our actual base,” One of the Pichu said. “Be on the lookout and make sure we aren’t followed.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” The other one said, rolling his eyes with disdain as he trudged along. They were carrying a big crate into a small truck. The one that was complaining was waddling weirdly and when he set the crate down, he picked a wedgie out of his butt. The wrestling tights these minions were made to wear probably didn’t fit right.
Whatever, though. As funny as the image was, it would be an even funnier image seeing them beaten in a public street with those clothes scattered by the winds of a proper fight.
Superchu spread his wings and took off, gliding through the air and latching onto the top of the truck in order to hitch a ride to their destination.
“Mr. Libre really needs to get better goons,” Superchu chuckled. “Who says something that crucial out loud like that?”
Amused by their folly and awaiting the confrontation with his nemesis, he took a ride on the truck to a surprisingly wide open area. When the truck stopped and one of the Pichu got out, he was surprised to see it take off again without any cargo being unloaded.
Superchu gasped and almost lost his balance when it began to turn around. He quickly leaped from the top of the truck and into a tree.
There, he watched the Pichu just stand there and look around. Superchu got very… annoyed.
Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to show himself. He leapt down from his perch and landed behind him in a perfect arch. Spreading his wings and sparkling with radiance, Superchu began to laugh to get the Pichu’s attention.
The minion swung around and blinked.
“Halt, evil doer!” Superchu began his haughty spiel. “Tell me where your secret base is and I promise I’ll go easy on you.”
The Pichu smiled and snapped his fingers. In that instant, from the trees, came a torrent of other Pichus, all dressed in matching wrestling tights and masks.
“Oh? Will you? How kind,” The Pichu sneered.
Superchu stood his ground and glanced around at the oncoming gaggle of mooks. They had surrounded him. Clearly, this was some sort of set-up.
Superchu then smirked. “Ha. That’s fine. This is child’s play for me.”
“We’ll see about that! Kick his butt!” The main Pichu ordered. The rest all began to charge and went for immediate strikes with their electric palms as fast and as best they could.
Superchu gallantly began to jump around all of them, fighting off their fierce strikes with accurate blocks and swift dodges.
Superchu would also, of course, be sure to land as many hard and brutal punches and kicks as he could. They were all charged with electricity as well so when the punches landed, the eyes in the skulls of the Pichu’s would roll and rattle with jittery sparks before they collapsed.
Some would be gutpunched. Some would get a karate chop to the neck. Some would be tossed head first into another. All would pass out and most would end up soiling themselves.
When Superchu stopped, he chuckled at the display of unconscious Pichu bodies around him. He even wiped at his nose with a superior snort. Despite how much he was panting with a bit of exhaustion, he knew that there was no way any of them had what it took to–!
WHAM!
Superchu’s eyes bugged out and he grabbed at the back of his head when a sudden rough smack struck him hard there.
“GUUUUUU~!” Superchu grunted and turned around, a tear in his eye. “What the–?! Who dares-?!”
“I dare!” Came a boisterous voice from behind him. Standing proudly with his arms crossed and his eyes trained on the superhero before him was Mr. Libre. “We finally meet face to face.”
“Yes. I’ve always wanted to personally teach you a lesson,” Superchu turned to point at him, trying to ignore the anime bump that had formed on the back of his head that was making him tear up. “I keep foiling your plots but I only ever see your face behind large television screens, taunting me after I’ve already beaten up all your men. Well now that you’re here we can finally–!”
He didn’t get to finish his wonderful speech. Mr. Libre charged at him and kneed him in the gut!
“HOOOOOF!” Superchu’s eyes bugged out again and his lips sputtered. He stumbled back and grabbed at his gut, mouth hanging open so that drool could spill out of it.
“The reason I never bothered showing my face to you in person–!” Mr. Libre began, spinning around to deliver several, seemingly endless, fast kicks to Superchu’s face and body. “--Is because it seemed like a waste of my time!”
Superchu’s body began to flop and bop about. The intense nature of these hits were rendering him a ragdolled puppet with its strings cut.
“You kept showing up to my bases and beating up my easily defeated Pichu minions and acting like that made you the coolest guy in the world. It was so funny that I couldn’t help but let you continue.” Mr. Libre said, stopping his kicks and shooting behind Superchu to grab him in a chokehold!
Superchu attempted to grab at his arms but he began gasping and choking rather quickly, his tongue flopping out as more drool poured out the side of his gaping maw.
“However, like with any show that has nothing but reruns to offer, I grew bored of it. So I set up this little trick. This whole thing was a set-up. That farmer was a paid off citizen. The crates were empty. Those Pichus were reciting a script I gave them. Oh, and obviously, neither of the places you were at were my secret base. You fell for it like I knew you would because my observations also made another thing clear,” Mr. Libre said this as he slammed Superchu hard onto the back of his head! “You’re an idiot!”
Superchu began seeing stars and hearing chirping birdies. He was grabbed by his collar and yanked back up before he was backhanded across the face by Libre’s fist several times. It shot a tooth out of his mouth.
“DUMF! DURK! DERF! DERP! DOOMF!” He kept making gurgling noises as he was battered to bits. Mr. Libre then grinned, grabbing the back of his head and charging at a pole. He slammed his face into it like it was the corner post of a wrestling ring and watched Superchu giggle like a derped idiot before his body slithered to the ground like spaghetti.
Or at least it almost did. Mr. Libre grabbed him before he hit the ground and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I could tell by the way you fight that you’re a wuss. You’re a cucky, subby whittle tyke who thinks playing dress-up makes him an awesome hero. Well, judging by how easy this was I’d say we both know that was wrong!” He then lifted Superchu up and smashed him down in a superplex that made Superchu’s entire body jolt. It was like getting electrocuted without the actual attack firing off.
“What do you have to say for yourself, loser?” Mr. Libre grinned, turning to leer down at him.
“Mommy, I tink I pee-peed a whittle~!” Superchu said, eyes rolling and tongue out. Indeed, the front of his costume had a bit of a large wet patch on it. A black ring was forming on one of his eyes and it seemed like one of his cheeks was swollen.
Mr. Libre shook his head. “Fascinating. I did this because I wanted a new show to put on and I think I finally found it. Season two of Mr. Libre messing with Superchu shall now commence. The show has shifted to him getting beaten and diapered in public by me.”
Mr. Libre leaned down and pinched Superchu’s cheeks. “Oh and I mean that literally. Look over there~!” He sang a little and turned the derpy but still conscious Superchu’s head to the right.
The swirly eyed loser began to blush and jitter with realization.
There was a camera set up there. No, several cameras were hidden amongst the bushes and they were all on tripods.
“Ta-da. I’m live-streaming this event right now. They all got to see that wonderful performance. I can’t wait to see how many views this first video of your beating and diapering gets,” Mr. Libre said, grabbing at Superchu’s slumped body and beginning to shuffle the outfit he had on off of his person.
“N-NooooooUughhh…” Superchu whined, trying to move but only managing a groan and a muscle spasm of pain.
“Yes~!” Mr. Libre said, tossing the body suit back. He had Superchu down to his wet Paw Patrol briefs. Superchu’s blush increased while Mr. Libre began to laugh.
“I have a package of diapers waiting for you. I made sure they’ll fit your big butt nice and snug.” Mr. Libre leaned Superchu forward and began spanking the hero’s butt. His bottom flopped up and down with a might that looked really funny.
Superchu squealed and felt more tears spew out of his face as his butt was sizzlied. Being made to sit back down soon after did him dirty as well.
“Let’s get to it right now, shall we?” He smirked and grabbed at his briefs, tugging them off and revealing his less than impressive assets to the world. Superchu squealed and tried to scramble to cover himself. That got him another smack to the face and his arms drooped like noodles at his side. He just moaned and drooled some more.
The only thing Superchu still had on… was his mask. That was intentional.
Mr. Libre pushed Superchu onto his back and watched his legs spread by themselves, showing his front off to the world. The dribbling spurts from his winky were a nice touch too. It made raising his body and lowering his reddened butt onto the unfolded My Little Pony diaper he had stashed in the bushes all the more appropriate.
He then taped it on his bottom, sealing the superhero into his diapered prison for all the onlookers to see.
“Oh. This has to be quite humiliating right?” Mr. Libre asked. He then grabbed at Superchu’s mask and clutched it tight while it was still on his head. Superchu’s body suddenly sprung back to life a bit more. His struggle grew rapidly and intense but he was too weakened for it to mean anything. It was clear through this act of panic that the mask was a big deal.
He didn’t want it removed!
“You can take a beating. You can take a spanking. You can take being shown naked to everyone. You can even take being diapered. However,” Mr. Libre began to slowly, torturously remove the mask, much to Superchu’s despair. “There’s one thing you and no other masked fighter can take… and that’s the ULTIMATE humiliation of being UNMASKED~!”
“NOOOOOOO! PLEASE! DOOOOOON’T–!” Superchu begged and pleaded right as his mask was whipped off his face. Superchu’s blushing face was shown to the camera and to the world. He pawed at himself before rattling with a look of intense disgrace. “MY FACE IS NAKED!”
Mr. Libre punched him back onto the ground. Superchu grunted as the stars returned and began spinning around his head. He twitched and moaned, feeling himself start to drift off into dreamland.
“N-Noooo… I-I’m not… a nakie baby… I’m a s-superhero…! Th-This can’t happen to me… not t-to a hero~!” He whined and fumbled over his words like a toddler learning to speak.
Mr. Libre simply crossed his arms and stood over the loser with a wicked grin before proclaiming what they both knew was the truth.
“You’re a big baby. Not a hero.” Mr. Libre grins. “You’re a wimp who can’t save anyone and now, thanks to this livestream, everyone knows it.”
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