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"You want to what?"

"Harvest you. Or, well, your cum."

Static Bun gave his friend a nonplussed look. "Should I ask where this idea came from, or do I just need to call you a fox?"

Faraday Fox stuck his tongue out at the rabbit. "I'll have you know that this is a legitimate sci-tech interest! Look, we've talked about this before, it wasn't even that long ago! Your static-charged body fluids could conceivably used in specially-designed batteries that could harness the potency of that energy in a way that's cheap, clean, and efficient! It could be used to power all sorts of devices to help you out in the field!"

"Wait, you took that seriously? I was just talking shit!"

"But it makes so much sense! You've got so much latent electricity stored in you, it's gotta be in every part of you! All your cells and fluids must be capable of storing a bunch of energy in it! I'm just, uh, looking at the least dangerous and most convenient fluid to access."

Static rubbed his head, giving Faraday a dubious look. "I mean, yeah, that's true and all, but...isn't that kinda reinventing the wheel or whatnot? There's so many power sources out there and a lot of them are easily rechargeable..."

"But think about it, you could recharge these with your own powers immediately! Since they're your fluids, they'd be naturally attuned to you, and you'd never have to worry about overcharging! I mean, how many devices have you blown out trying to recharge them because you overdid it just a little bit?"

Static had to pause at that, because Faraday had a point there - his electric powers could power or recharge machines, but it wasn't as straightforward as it seemed a lot of the time. Most devices had a very specific level that they wanted to be powered at, and too much could bust them, as he'd found out through ample experience. Devices powered by batteries attuned to him could potentially work around that...then again, there was a fair chance that if Faraday was making them, they'd explode anyway. The fox had a minor mad scientist streak in him, which meant the potential for machines that sort of defied logic and reason but also for rather spectacular backfires. But, if he was just trying to design batteries...surely that couldn't be too bad, it wasn't like batteries were super complex or anything, right?

"Well...I guess maybe I could see the use. But harvesting? I mean, you're not planning on making that big a battery, are you?"

"Who knows? But I'm certain it's not going to work right away, so I want a healthy supply of substrate! Besides, I've seen how much you can shoot out, I know you're not running dry any time soon. You might even enjoy the relief from those hyperspace balls of yours getting an ACTUAL draining."

"I'm not sure I can shoot as much as you think..."

Faraday rolled his eyes. "I had to build a machine to clean up after your hour-long masturbation sessions. Where you don't stop cumming for at least 55 of those 60 minutes. And they call ME the oversexed one..."

"That's because you are." Static was a bit flushed beneath his fur, it still seemed kind of bizarre to him...but he doubted he was going to stop Faraday's pestering him about it until he'd at least tried to satisfy the fox's curiosity. "All right...I guess I'm willing to give it a try, if only to keep you from making it the first thing you tell me about any time I have issues with something running out of juice. But how do you want get this this stuff collected? I don't think just wanking into a bucket is very fun."

"Oh, don't you worry about that! I have the perfect collection mechanism! It's secure, sterile, and highly efficient! And you don't even need to do any work! Aside from the whole relentless orgasms thing, but it should make it easy for you to conserve your energy for that!"

Static raised an eyebrow at the fox. "You...already have something made for that?"

"Of course! I knew you'd agree to it in the end!"

"Hoy...well, might as well get on with it, then. I sure hope this works as well as you say."

"Of course it will!" Faraday stated proudly. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"You," countered Static. "That's why I'm so worried."

---

Of course, Static should have known. It had to be something fairly kinky. It couldn't just be something normal, although really it was hard to tell what 'normal' would have been in this situation. The perils of working with mad science.

Still, this was beyond what he would have imagined. He was currently wearing something around his legs that had a collection tube around his dick, and a vibrating plug that was already pushed into his ass, both pieces built into the garment, which made it rather an adventure to get on. The garment itself seemed to have been made from the same material as his suit - reasonable enough, preventing discharge from getting too widespread. Less reasonable was the fact that he was currently suspended from hooks on the ceiling, attached to straps on that uniform piece. Even less reasonable was the fact that his wrists were currently cuffed into the machine that he was supposed to trust to collect his emissions...his ability to extricate himself from this situation was virtually nil. "Is all this really necessary?"

"Would you prefer if I said yes or no?" Faraday's cheeky reply didn't exactly set Static at ease.

"...I'm going to very cautiously say yes."

"The collector's design is such that gravity is a supplementary force acting on it, in order to maintain a tight seal without excessive suction which could theoretically be harmful. Suspension is the least strenuous method of ensuring consistent movement and preventing build-up which could threaten the seal. Because access to direct stimulation is impossible with the collector, the vibrator ensures constant prostate stimulation, which should keep climax frequent and lengthy to ensure maximal production. The cuffs are meant to ground you so that your accidental discharges don't cause any issues, as well as stabilizing the machine so that the vibrations of the motor that helps maintain the containment of the charged fluid doesn't move it away from you far enough to disrupt collection."

Impressive...and suspicious. "How much of that did you make up on the fly?"

"A non-zero percentage. Are you done being a jittery bunny?"

"Hmph. Turn the damn thing on. Let's get this over with."

Faraday snickered. "Aye-aye, fuzzy!" He switched the machine on, and immediately Static knew what he meant by vibrations - the machine was definitely buzzing a bit under his hands. Not enough to be painful or problematic, at least...he quickly didn't have to think about that, though, as the vibrator in his ass started buzzing hard, making him cry out a bit at the sudden intensity. It was positioned REALLY well, that sensitive spot inside him was getting zapped hard! And he felt a tightening up front as the collection tube sealed around his rapidly hardening cock...AND in his asshole as the base of the vibrator expanded, stretching his hole a bit more and locking it in place.

"Haaaaah! That's...fuck!"

"Everything's going just fine! That's just making sure nothing gets dislodged!"

"Nnnngh...haah, I'm not gonna last long like this...c-can't you turn it down a little bit?"

"Nope! No controls on the vibrator...it's calibrated to ensure your maximal sensitivity and minimal attenuation! Gotta make sure we get enough of your stuff!"

Static closed his eyes, arching his back as he felt his cock start to tingle from the intense pleasuring. He was all the way hard already...well, it didn't usually take much, but dang, this was definitely pushing his buttons HARD. And he was already getting leaky, precum drooling and spitting out, pooling around the base of his cock, dribbling into the tube that he could barely see hanging out from just above his nutsack. He was struggling just to catch his breath, this was way more intense than he'd usually get from something more normal back there! His grip was tight on that machine as he felt himself get sparky...oh, there was no way he'd be able to hold back his discharge under these conditions, he had a bit of trouble with unintended releases even normally, under this kind of strain there wasn't a hope.

The machine, though, didn't care one bit, continuing to do what it was going to do. The plug and vibrator in his rear relentlessly mauled Static's prostate, buzzing it with force and rhythm that just didn't seem to let him ever feel like he was getting used to it. The suction around his cock was fairly consistent and not extreme, as promised, but damn did he feel like he was gonna explode in there pretty quick...hopefully Faraday didn't mind using pre as well, there was gonna be plenty of that in that tank...and then a nasty thought occurred to Static. "Ack! Faraday! What...what happens if the tank gets too full?"

"Don't worry about that! There's an overflow valve, no pressure explosion potential! I've even got a collection bucket set up. C'mon, buddy, trust me, I've thought of everything!"

It certainly seemed that way, and Static really didn't have time to worry about it now, as he was suddenly propelled to a rather furious orgasm. His voice cried out in euphoria as he rocked back and forth, ineffectually pushing his hips up as his cock spurted effervescently into the chamber, quickly filling it with a bounteous amount of electrically-charged spunk that was quickly being drained down the tube into the machine. And, as expected, his body was letting out pulses of electricity, which were helpfully being directed down through his hands into the grounding. Bizarre as it was, the machine did in fact seem to be working as intended...all he really had to do was handle the ride.

And that was not a tiny thing to handle...Faraday hadn't been entirely exaggerating in his claims of Static's productivity, he could cum for a long time and cum fairly often, though it wasn't as constant as the fox made it seem. He may have doubted the volume was that impressive, but he hadn't really measured, either...but never had he ever cum and still had a violently buzzing vibrator trying to work him at the exact same time. His long, strained moans and gasps and pants couldn't cease as he was pushed to pump out more and more, it felt like his cock couldn't stop shooting at all this time! Was it all one orgasm, or was there so little down time between them that it just felt like it? Static didn't know, and it might not have mattered, he had to endure it either way.

And that tube just kept collecting...Static's cock was soaked in its own emissions, at times getting dangerously close to being completely swamped in seed. The drainage was keeping pace, if only just, but Faraday was checking around and didn't seem worried about anything, so Static had to assume it was working as intended. How much had he cum already? Only Faraday would know that...hopefully he would, there had to be some kind of indicator, right? None that Static could see, but he couldn't see the machine at all from his position. It felt like he'd been pumping for ages already, how much was he supposed to give?

The nigh-unbreaking state of orgasm was making it hard to think about anything, and Static's sense of time was getting really frayed...how long had he been up here? There was no clock in his vision, he couldn't really tell. "F-faradayyy! A-am I done yet?!"

"Oh! We're, let's see..." Faraday was taking a bit too long to assess things for Static's liking. "Yeah, we're just about to full here...oh!" Static didn't need to know what that 'oh' was about, as he heard a sudden splash from below him. That had to be the overflow valve...so the machine itself had to be full. "Perfect! That should be enough to work with! Just give me a moment here..."

Even to Static's disrupted senses, the moment seemed to take an awfully long time. Time that he continued to spend geysering spunk into that tube...it seemed like the suction had caught up somewhat at least, or maybe his flow had slowed a bit. Dimly he registered a clicking sound behind him. "Uh...it's...it's not turning off."

"WHAT?!"

"Don't panic! I don't know what's going on, the switch should be shutting it off, but it's okay!"

"Easy-augh!-for you to say! You haven't been cumming for fuck knows how long! S-ngh! Stop it!"

"Okay, okay! Just a second!" Once again, there was a hell of a long time after that 'second', or maybe it just felt that way. Static writhed in his bonds, his heart pounding, chest heaving, frayed control keeping him shooting electricity out as freely as he was shooting his spunk. The bucket sounded like it was getting awfully full under him...maybe too full, he thought he could hear other splats now. What the hell was Faraday doing? "Uhm..."

"No! No 'uhm!' Turn the damn thing off!"

"I, uh...it's unplugged right now."

Static's brain might have blown a fuse hearing that. "Aaaaare you shitting me?!"

"I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true!" Indeed, Static had enough wherewithal to turn his head enough to see Faraday scratching his head, the machine's plug in his hand. "I don't understand...uh-oh."

"Whaaaaat..."

"I wonder...if the machine's not being powered by..."

"Do NOT tell me my fucking cum's charging it up."

"No, no! Certainly not! That tank is insulated to shit. But...the, uh...the insulation around your cuffs, uh, might not be quite as thorough..."

Static could have died hearing that. His discharges were keeping the damn thing working him over? The discharges he very clearly could not stop? Of course, it HAD to be something, he'd gotten too comfortable with the idea that one goddamn thing Faraday made worked exactly as intended without any issues. "D-do something! Pull the...the emergency release or whatever!"

"...oh! An emergency release! I should have included that!"

"Fuuuuuck!"

"It's okay! Once the power runs out, everything'll disengage automatically. We just...need to run you out of power!"

"Faraday!" Static managed to gasp between cries - he was getting a lot louder now that he was feeling so taxed. "That could be...that could be hours!"

"Oh, it will be! I've calculated your discharges and your charge capacitance, and at the rate of your release, I think it should be around four to four and a half hours! Of course, that assumes you were at the typical level of charge, it could vary a little more or less based on-"

"FOUR HOURS?!"

"Well, unless you want me to try to break this thing and lose everything we've collected...just hang in there, buddy! Ah, I mean...well, uh...I'm gonna go get another bucket!"

Static could only groan as Faraday ran off. He was in this for the long haul, like it or not...

---

Static Bun wasn't sure whether his body or his balls ran dry first. He was too out of it to notice either one.

At some point, though, the machine's vibrations stopped, finally giving his tortured arms a break...it hadn't been so bad early on, but hours of that treatment did not make them feel very good. Thankfully, blessedly, the cuffs disengaged, the vibrator finally stopped buzzing, the plug loosened, the collector returned to regular pressure...and he was still hanging there, at least until Faraday got the lift and got him down.

Now he was sitting on the floor, drinking down bottles of water like he'd been in the desert for days. His body felt unusually dull, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been drained this thoroughly. And his cock and balls were furiously aching...the term 'overdoing it' was laughably understating things. He'd been drained completely dry...at least he could say, based on what Faraday estimated, that it had taken close to four hours to get him there. Well, now he knew what it took...how he even had that much inside him, he didn't know, but they did say superpowered folks were extraordinary in other ways...

Speaking of, he was looking around at a lot of improvised storage of all that fluid. Faraday had been busy preserving as much as possible, and he'd clearly been reasonably successful, there had to be gallons upon gallons of charged jizz all around. "This research...had DAMN well better be worth it," he groaned as he reached for a sixth bottle of water.

"Oh, I'm certain it will!" Faraday Fox, sitting next to Static and looking over the schematics for the collector to try to suss out his mistake, sounded as eager as could be. "I've got plenty to experiment with, and this gives me a bit of a head start on determining the ideal material for battery composition! A happy little side effect, I guess! That'll help me focus more on channeling the power and the mechanisms for recharge, which should mean that I can get moving faster than I anticipated!"

"Glad to see YOU'RE enjoying yourself," remarked the rabbit sarcastically. "Sure hope no one needs an electric-powered hero for a while. Try to make that lake of spunk last you a while, okay?"

"Oh, I will! I think I should be able to make it hold out for about a week. You'll be free for collecting around this time next week, right?" Static only wished he had the energy to make the whack on the back of the fox's head actually sting a bit.