DBZ - Cell Jrs/Z Fighters
"Ouch! S-stop it!"
Krillin could hardly believe it. Not only had Perfect Cell created a number of small-bodied minions—so-called "Cell Jr's"—but they were nearly as strong as the android himself. Not only that, but they used some truly underhanded fighting techniques.
It was bad enough one had grabbed hold of him during their aerial dogfight. But why had it also... shoved Krillin's pants and underwear down to his knees?
The hapless Z Fighter got his answer as he was pinned across its lap in mid-air, butt naked and wiggling. Next thing he knew the artificial lifeform raised its hand, then started slapping his buns like they were going out of style!
"Owww! Ow ow ow owww!"
Krillin yelped and squawked in shock at the fight's turn. It wasn't his first time being spanked, sure, but he'd at least never gotten one in the middle of a fight! The rest of the Z Fighters looked at him askance, but otherwise kept zooming all around him, occupied with their own battles. Krillin could only wiggle in humiliation in the midst of it all as the Cell Jr spanked him good. Despite his best efforts his butt soon got red and throbbing, and it was all he could do to keep from yowling.
But at least, he soon realized, he wasn't the only one.
"Gah! S-stop!"
Owing to the spanking's proven effectiveness, the other Cell Jrs apparently wanted to get in on the fun too. From out of the corner of his eye, Krillin saw a pair of orange gi pants sail towards the ground. He looked and was greeted with the sight of Yamcha's bare ass, bent over just like his was. The Cell Jr who'd grabbed him cackled with unrestrained glee and raised its hand.
"Yoww! Quit it!"
Another cry rang out, this time from Tien. The bald-headed monk was gritting his teeth as he too was bent over, his smooth, muscular buttocks in a perfect position to be slapped.
And slapped they were.
"Aaaruurrggh!"
Even Goku, the strongest fighter among them, wasn't immune. He was saving his energy for the final conflict. He didn't have any to spare against Cell's minions, or even to keep his own pants up. His muscular buttocks bounced out, and the saiyan warrior kicked and squirmed under a painful punishment as two of the devilish Cell Jr's spanked him at once. "Owwwww!"
Krillin could hardly believe his eyes, even as tears threatened to blind them. In mere minutes nearly every Z Fighter—supposedly the strongest fighters on the planet—had been subdued and locked in place for... for good, hard spankings!
"Argh! Get your filthy hands off me!"
His pulse throbbing, Krillin turned his head.
There Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, had been cornered by three of the diminutive creatures. He launched his strongest attacks at them, but they met them with their own energy blasts without a flinch. Moments later they forced him over a knee despite his splutterings, then ripped a hole right in the seat of his spandex body-suit. Vegeta's ass was toned, dimpled, without an ounce of fat on the prideful cheeks. When his spanking started it felt like the death knell for their whole team.
If even the arrogant, egotistical Vegeta could be punished like a brat, could any of them escape?
Trunks and Piccolo were still fighting, but for how much longer was unclear. With the rest of the Z Fighters subdued, the remaining Cell Jrs were free to converge on them and wear them down through sheer attrition. Already, Trunks was growing distracted watching his father's ass flex, buck, and jerk under countless slaps. In the next instant, his own pants were ripped down too.
"Gah! Hey!"
Meanwhile, their only real hope stood in the square-patterned arena, staring Perfect Cell down. Son Gohan did his best to block out the sound of his friends and family being spanked and humiliated, knowing they were meant only to get to him. They were acting completely under Cell's will.
And from across the arena, Perfect Cell smirked.