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But, will he be able to? Let’s find out!”\n\nThe nude coyote remained on the platform, covering his crotch with both hands. He fought to not let his nervousness paralyze him, but it was hard with so many eyes gazing towards his slender frame. It was the first time he was naked in front of an audience, let alone on TV. Still, he was determined to take the prize with him. Throughout the night, the lupine had to suffer all kinds of mockery, in addition to exposing himself to games designed to hit his gonads in the most ridiculous ways possible. He had already gone too far to return home with empty hands.\n\n“Tell me, my friend,” the host approached the contestant. “Do you see yourself as a lucky guy?”\n\n“Well,” the coyote took a brief pause. “I don’t think I’m especially lucky, but I reached this far, didn’t I?”\n\n“That’s the spirit!” The host praised. “But I’m not sure if you can call luck being here in the first place.” The host turned to the spectators with a mischievous grin, and the audience reacted with cheers and laughter.\n\nThe coyote shrugged.\n\n“Alright, buddy. Just let me warn you that it will take more than just a little bit of luck to beat the following game.” The host pointed upwards as a large, one meter diameter, three meters long, transparent rigid pipe descended into the set. It was positioned horizontally and sagittally oriented, Once the pipe stopped moving, its top part remained at the same level as the platform the lupine was standing on. “The rules are simple.” The host pointed upwards again as a small piece of folded paper hanging from a thing cord descended into the set. “All you need to do is go all the way this slippery pipe and pick that envelope hanging right there, at the pipe’s end. Got it?”\n\nThe coyote couldn’t help feeling chills thinking about the challenge. He had managed to duck unnecessary risks during the previous games, but this time there were no other contestants to commit mistakes before him, and the challenge wasn’t a questions game in which he could say a correct answer. This time it would be hard to avoid a smack in the nuts.\n\n“You’re shaking,” said the host. “Could it be you’re nervous?”\n\n“I’m just cold,” responded the coyote trying to ignore the host’s sneer. He certainly was nervous, but he wasn’t willing to show weakness in front of the host.\n\n“Don’t worry, my friend. You just need to pass across this tube and we will hand you back your clothes. Just don’t fall off.”\n\n“Good news, then.” The coyote put his eyes on his objective, the small envelope hanging at eyes level at the end of the pipe.\n\n“Oh, and one more thing.” That last addition from the host broke the contestant’s focus. “From the inside the pipe, there will be a camera following your path all the way to the goal, we will make sure to capture your best angle.”\n\nThat was another unnecessary comment said with the sole purpose of distracting the participant, and maybe inducing him to walk in an impractical way that facilitates his fall. But things like modesty no longer mattered at that moment. Regardless of how embarrassing it would be to have his private parts exposed on television, his all-important thing at that moment was to take the one million prize home.\n\n“I know what you’re thinking my friend.” The host broke the lupine’s concentration again. “And it’s alright. I assure you that we will keep your little friends censored. Their size will be a secret between you, me, the camera team and our audience present.” The audience reacted with cheers and whistles.\n\nNoticing that the host’s provocations were more and more direct, the coyote thought it would be better to keep his attention on the challenge and cut the conversation as soon as possible. “Anything else?”\n\n“That’s all, you can start now,” responded the host.\n\nThe contestant returned all his concentration on the prize before moving down to the pipe. Just because the host seemed so persistent in distracting him, it didn’t mean that it would be an easy challenge. He gave a cautious first step into the pipe. He tested its surface and noticed it was more slippery than it looked at first sight. Undoubtedly, the tube was moistened in lubricant.\n\nThe coyote took a pause to analyze his options and decided to take the longest path possible in his first step. He recognized it was risky, but it was his best bet considering he had to walk three meters. The lupine stepped back, breathed in and took a long jump forward with his right foot. He managed to slip almost one meter in his first step, however, at the cost of losing his balance. For a second, it looked like he was about to fall on his back, but he managed to stand still.\n\nThe audience responded in awe upon seeing such bold move. The lupine did his best to ignore them and focused in the two meters remaining ahead.\n\nHe continued walking sideways. He began a cautious step with his right foot before following with his left, continuing like that with the money in mind. Still, there was one thing the idea of the prize couldn’t get out of his mind, how distracting the giant screen following his movements could turn. Even if it didn’t make a sound, its constant appearances in his peripheral vision made hard for him to concentrate on keeping stepping at the exact top of the curved surface.\n\nDespite the unforeseen distraction, the coyote managed to advance another meter in just one and a half minutes. Unfortunately, his legs started to feel sore. Even if he wasn’t out of shape, the effort required to keep his legs firm in a slightly crouched position was higher than the lupine thought.\n\nHe knew that if he wanted to get to the end of the pipe he had o hurry up. So, he started to take faster steps even if it meant to run the risk of falling from the pipe. However, even if he was getting weak at an alarmingly fast rate, hurrying up wasn’t a wise option either. Shortly after starting with his rushed pace, the lupine felt his left foot slipping to the side of the pipe. He barely managed to change his weight on his right leg before it got tired and gave in to the weight. At the instant the coyote saw himself falling crotch first onto the pipe one thought crossed his mind, “worst-case scenario.” \n\nThe lupine felt his pup-makers cushioning most of the impact between his pelvis and the pipe, a dubious fee to pay for protecting his pelvic bone. His audience fell silent, and two seconds afterwards, they exploded in cheers and laughs, accompanying the pained howl he let escape from his throat while cupping his pained genitals.\n\n“Don’t mind me too much, but I think he felt that one,” joked the host.\n\nThe coyote could only double over on the pipe and stay there. There was no way to ease his pain, and any sudden move could be enough to make him fall. So, he stayed like that for more than two minutes.\n\nAfter the cheers and the instant replays stopped, the host approached the contestant. “So, how are…”\n\n“I’m not done yet,” interrupted the coyote, moving his hands from below his body and placing them at the sides of the pipe. “No, this isn’t the worst-case scenario. I haven’t fallen from the pipe, yet.” He rectified in his mind. With tears rolling from his eyes to the sides of his maw, he continued trying to crawl forward, but soon he realized the slippery surface wouldn’t let him. And to make matters worse, his desperate attempts to keep moving only served to rub his crotch against the pipe. He tried to ignore the uncomfortable tickling in his crotch, but the onlookers certainly didn’t.\n\n“Woo!” cheered the audience as the giant screen showed the pixelated lupine cock growing and going out it’s sheath.\n\nThe coyote was already resigned to public humiliation, he was since he accepted to take off his clothes for the pipe game. All he had to do to end it was to take the small envelopment. He focused on finding a way to advance in that position. Using his teeth would be pointless, the traction he could create with them would be nearly zero. Standing up would be too risky, the smallest mistake could easily get him out of the game. And by looking around, he found no points of support to take a second push forward. His best option was to keep crawling with a different technique. The problem was that he couldn’t think of an effective method to move before he ran out of energy.\n\n“You know?” The coyote was starting to feel the host’s harsh taunts. “Maybe it’s the pixels, but from this angle your pee-pee looks like a splattered maggot.”\n\nThe lupine didn’t bother to look up at the screen. He didn’t need to be reminded how exposed he was. He needed a way too slide forward. Then, it hit him. The mental picture of a maggot moving through the branch of a tree. Lifting the front part of its body before letting it land forward, dragging the back part afterwards. Clinging onto the pipe was tiring by itself, so if he wanted to try that technique, that was the moment.\n\nHe did his best to lift his chest before throwing himself as far forward as he could. Certainly, his chin, chest, and cock felt sore after that harsh landing, but he didn’t have any other options. When he opened his eyes, he noticed he advanced a notable distance, so he repeated his move. He lifted his upper body and launched himself forward, hopping to only having to do such painful technique once more. However, this time was different. He not only didn’t advance as much as he did last time, besides his aching chin, chest, abdomen and dick, he started to feel an irritated sensation in his buttchecks and balls. Maybe, the reason he advanced so much the first time was because he used the lube his lower body was soaked with in his favor, but at that point, he only could rely on the thin coating of lubricant on the pipe.\n\n“Oh, I see! Now you’re butt surfing, right?” commented sneeringly the host. But the lupine didn’t pay much attention to his acidic comments.\n\nHe had to ponder a way to take advantage of the little amount of lube in the area he was passing through. By looking up, he could notice he wouldn’t reach the piece of paper by sitting on the pipe. But trying to stand up was too risky even with so little lubricant, he was too weak to even consider it. At that point the coyote resolved two things. The first was that to reach the envelopment he should keep some energy to stretch himself in a sitting position and then think on a way to reach it. The second thing was that he urgently needed another crawling method. He didn’t require to crawl enough to reach the end of the pipe, just enough to let his hands reach it. From that point he could be able to pull the rest of his body to the end.\n\nWith that info in mind he decided to do a last push. He flexed his legs right behind his butt before using them to push his upper body as much as he could. He didn’t advance much, but it was enough to let his fingers feel the end of the pipe. He gathered all his might in his fingers and firmly held onto the end of the pipe.\n\nHe mustered all his energy then pulled as hard as he could towards the end of the pipe. Following that, he faced the painful consequences. The lupine remained immobile for nearly a minute, holding back the tears and waiting the burning sensation to fade away. Not only were his balls effected with the burning caused by the friction, he also felt his cock unintentionally serving as some sort of anchor all the way to the edge. “I think some lube got inside,” he thought feeling his urethra on fire.\n\nAt least he reached the end of the pipe, all he needed to do next was to stretch himself at take the prize. The audience was expectant about what the participant would do next. Once he rested enough, the coyote helped himself up by his grip on the pipe’s edge to sit up, He tried to stretch his hands up to the envelop, but he couldn’t reach it.\n\n“Nice try my friend, but you will need to be a little more creative to get it. With what you have done so far I’m sure you can do it.” Said the host.\n\nIt was strange to him being encouraged by the host. Inverse psychology maybe. In any case, he was right. If he wanted the prize, he would need to get high enough to reach it. He didn’t want to do it, but he had no other option. His best bet was to jump in his sitting position and clasp the envelopment.\n\nAt that point it was obvious he was about to jump, still he took half a minute to gather courage. He calculated carefully how to grab the envelop and when he felt ready, he used his thighs to impulse himself upwards. The time flowed slowly as he outstretched his hand to grab the piece of paper. When he felt the small pack touching his index and thumb, he closed his hand with all his might. The prize was his.\n\nThen, he landed balls first into the pipe once again. If his burned scrotum got the worst from the game, his beaten testicles had their good portion of punishment, too. The white noise running through his ears was strong enough to silence the celebrations from the host, and the cheers from the audience. The black sparks blurring his sight were dark enough to cover the falling confetti and the lights of the reflectors. And the gut-wrecking pain he was feeling in his genital region was strong enough to eclipse the satisfaction of winning the one-million-yen prize, for some seconds. The ache was totally worth it.\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": ""And we're back with our last contestant standing," the show host enthusiastically said while presenting a coyote standing on a platform, one and a half meters above the floor level. “He intends to take one-million-yen home this night. But, will he be able to? Let’s find out!”

The nude coyote remained on the platform, covering his crotch with both hands. He fought to not let his nervousness paralyze him, but it was hard with so many eyes gazing towards his slender frame. It was the first time he was naked in front of an audience, let alone on TV. Still, he was determined to take the prize with him. Throughout the night, the lupine had to suffer all kinds of mockery, in addition to exposing himself to games designed to hit his gonads in the most ridiculous ways possible. He had already gone too far to return home with empty hands.

“Tell me, my friend,” the host approached the contestant. “Do you see yourself as a lucky guy?”

“Well,” the coyote took a brief pause. “I don’t think I’m especially lucky, but I reached this far, didn’t I?”

“That’s the spirit!” The host praised. “But I’m not sure if you can call luck being here in the first place.” The host turned to the spectators with a mischievous grin, and the audience reacted with cheers and laughter.

The coyote shrugged.

“Alright, buddy. Just let me warn you that it will take more than just a little bit of luck to beat the following game.” The host pointed upwards as a large, one meter diameter, three meters long, transparent rigid pipe descended into the set. It was positioned horizontally and sagittally oriented, Once the pipe stopped moving, its top part remained at the same level as the platform the lupine was standing on. “The rules are simple.” The host pointed upwards again as a small piece of folded paper hanging from a thing cord descended into the set. “All you need to do is go all the way this slippery pipe and pick that envelope hanging right there, at the pipe’s end. Got it?”

The coyote couldn’t help feeling chills thinking about the challenge. He had managed to duck unnecessary risks during the previous games, but this time there were no other contestants to commit mistakes before him, and the challenge wasn’t a questions game in which he could say a correct answer. This time it would be hard to avoid a smack in the nuts.

“You’re shaking,” said the host. “Could it be you’re nervous?”

“I’m just cold,” responded the coyote trying to ignore the host’s sneer. He certainly was nervous, but he wasn’t willing to show weakness in front of the host.

“Don’t worry, my friend. You just need to pass across this tube and we will hand you back your clothes. Just don’t fall off.”

“Good news, then.” The coyote put his eyes on his objective, the small envelope hanging at eyes level at the end of the pipe.

“Oh, and one more thing.” That last addition from the host broke the contestant’s focus. “From the inside the pipe, there will be a camera following your path all the way to the goal, we will make sure to capture your best angle.”

That was another unnecessary comment said with the sole purpose of distracting the participant, and maybe inducing him to walk in an impractical way that facilitates his fall. But things like modesty no longer mattered at that moment. Regardless of how embarrassing it would be to have his private parts exposed on television, his all-important thing at that moment was to take the one million prize home.

“I know what you’re thinking my friend.” The host broke the lupine’s concentration again. “And it’s alright. I assure you that we will keep your little friends censored. Their size will be a secret between you, me, the camera team and our audience present.” The audience reacted with cheers and whistles.

Noticing that the host’s provocations were more and more direct, the coyote thought it would be better to keep his attention on the challenge and cut the conversation as soon as possible. “Anything else?”

“That’s all, you can start now,” responded the host.

The contestant returned all his concentration on the prize before moving down to the pipe. Just because the host seemed so persistent in distracting him, it didn’t mean that it would be an easy challenge. He gave a cautious first step into the pipe. He tested its surface and noticed it was more slippery than it looked at first sight. Undoubtedly, the tube was moistened in lubricant.

The coyote took a pause to analyze his options and decided to take the longest path possible in his first step. He recognized it was risky, but it was his best bet considering he had to walk three meters. The lupine stepped back, breathed in and took a long jump forward with his right foot. He managed to slip almost one meter in his first step, however, at the cost of losing his balance. For a second, it looked like he was about to fall on his back, but he managed to stand still.

The audience responded in awe upon seeing such bold move. The lupine did his best to ignore them and focused in the two meters remaining ahead.

He continued walking sideways. He began a cautious step with his right foot before following with his left, continuing like that with the money in mind. Still, there was one thing the idea of the prize couldn’t get out of his mind, how distracting the giant screen following his movements could turn. Even if it didn’t make a sound, its constant appearances in his peripheral vision made hard for him to concentrate on keeping stepping at the exact top of the curved surface.

Despite the unforeseen distraction, the coyote managed to advance another meter in just one and a half minutes. Unfortunately, his legs started to feel sore. Even if he wasn’t out of shape, the effort required to keep his legs firm in a slightly crouched position was higher than the lupine thought.

He knew that if he wanted to get to the end of the pipe he had o hurry up. So, he started to take faster steps even if it meant to run the risk of falling from the pipe. However, even if he was getting weak at an alarmingly fast rate, hurrying up wasn’t a wise option either. Shortly after starting with his rushed pace, the lupine felt his left foot slipping to the side of the pipe. He barely managed to change his weight on his right leg before it got tired and gave in to the weight. At the instant the coyote saw himself falling crotch first onto the pipe one thought crossed his mind, “worst-case scenario.”

The lupine felt his pup-makers cushioning most of the impact between his pelvis and the pipe, a dubious fee to pay for protecting his pelvic bone. His audience fell silent, and two seconds afterwards, they exploded in cheers and laughs, accompanying the pained howl he let escape from his throat while cupping his pained genitals.

“Don’t mind me too much, but I think he felt that one,” joked the host.

The coyote could only double over on the pipe and stay there. There was no way to ease his pain, and any sudden move could be enough to make him fall. So, he stayed like that for more than two minutes.

After the cheers and the instant replays stopped, the host approached the contestant. “So, how are…”

“I’m not done yet,” interrupted the coyote, moving his hands from below his body and placing them at the sides of the pipe. “No, this isn’t the worst-case scenario. I haven’t fallen from the pipe, yet.” He rectified in his mind. With tears rolling from his eyes to the sides of his maw, he continued trying to crawl forward, but soon he realized the slippery surface wouldn’t let him. And to make matters worse, his desperate attempts to keep moving only served to rub his crotch against the pipe. He tried to ignore the uncomfortable tickling in his crotch, but the onlookers certainly didn’t.

“Woo!” cheered the audience as the giant screen showed the pixelated lupine cock growing and going out it’s sheath.

The coyote was already resigned to public humiliation, he was since he accepted to take off his clothes for the pipe game. All he had to do to end it was to take the small envelopment. He focused on finding a way to advance in that position. Using his teeth would be pointless, the traction he could create with them would be nearly zero. Standing up would be too risky, the smallest mistake could easily get him out of the game. And by looking around, he found no points of support to take a second push forward. His best option was to keep crawling with a different technique. The problem was that he couldn’t think of an effective method to move before he ran out of energy.

“You know?” The coyote was starting to feel the host’s harsh taunts. “Maybe it’s the pixels, but from this angle your pee-pee looks like a splattered maggot.”

The lupine didn’t bother to look up at the screen. He didn’t need to be reminded how exposed he was. He needed a way too slide forward. Then, it hit him. The mental picture of a maggot moving through the branch of a tree. Lifting the front part of its body before letting it land forward, dragging the back part afterwards. Clinging onto the pipe was tiring by itself, so if he wanted to try that technique, that was the moment.

He did his best to lift his chest before throwing himself as far forward as he could. Certainly, his chin, chest, and cock felt sore after that harsh landing, but he didn’t have any other options. When he opened his eyes, he noticed he advanced a notable distance, so he repeated his move. He lifted his upper body and launched himself forward, hopping to only having to do such painful technique once more. However, this time was different. He not only didn’t advance as much as he did last time, besides his aching chin, chest, abdomen and dick, he started to feel an irritated sensation in his buttchecks and balls. Maybe, the reason he advanced so much the first time was because he used the lube his lower body was soaked with in his favor, but at that point, he only could rely on the thin coating of lubricant on the pipe.

“Oh, I see! Now you’re butt surfing, right?” commented sneeringly the host. But the lupine didn’t pay much attention to his acidic comments.

He had to ponder a way to take advantage of the little amount of lube in the area he was passing through. By looking up, he could notice he wouldn’t reach the piece of paper by sitting on the pipe. But trying to stand up was too risky even with so little lubricant, he was too weak to even consider it. At that point the coyote resolved two things. The first was that to reach the envelopment he should keep some energy to stretch himself in a sitting position and then think on a way to reach it. The second thing was that he urgently needed another crawling method. He didn’t require to crawl enough to reach the end of the pipe, just enough to let his hands reach it. From that point he could be able to pull the rest of his body to the end.

With that info in mind he decided to do a last push. He flexed his legs right behind his butt before using them to push his upper body as much as he could. He didn’t advance much, but it was enough to let his fingers feel the end of the pipe. He gathered all his might in his fingers and firmly held onto the end of the pipe.

He mustered all his energy then pulled as hard as he could towards the end of the pipe. Following that, he faced the painful consequences. The lupine remained immobile for nearly a minute, holding back the tears and waiting the burning sensation to fade away. Not only were his balls effected with the burning caused by the friction, he also felt his cock unintentionally serving as some sort of anchor all the way to the edge. “I think some lube got inside,” he thought feeling his urethra on fire.

At least he reached the end of the pipe, all he needed to do next was to stretch himself at take the prize. The audience was expectant about what the participant would do next. Once he rested enough, the coyote helped himself up by his grip on the pipe’s edge to sit up, He tried to stretch his hands up to the envelop, but he couldn’t reach it.

“Nice try my friend, but you will need to be a little more creative to get it. With what you have done so far I’m sure you can do it.” Said the host.

It was strange to him being encouraged by the host. Inverse psychology maybe. In any case, he was right. If he wanted the prize, he would need to get high enough to reach it. He didn’t want to do it, but he had no other option. His best bet was to jump in his sitting position and clasp the envelopment.

At that point it was obvious he was about to jump, still he took half a minute to gather courage. He calculated carefully how to grab the envelop and when he felt ready, he used his thighs to impulse himself upwards. The time flowed slowly as he outstretched his hand to grab the piece of paper. When he felt the small pack touching his index and thumb, he closed his hand with all his might. The prize was his.

Then, he landed balls first into the pipe once again. If his burned scrotum got the worst from the game, his beaten testicles had their good portion of punishment, too. The white noise running through his ears was strong enough to silence the celebrations from the host, and the cheers from the audience. The black sparks blurring his sight were dark enough to cover the falling confetti and the lights of the reflectors. And the gut-wrecking pain he was feeling in his genital region was strong enough to eclipse the satisfaction of winning the one-million-yen prize, for some seconds. The ache was totally worth it.
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