Gio padded out to the pool, grinning as he held what he’d ordered. Four pairs of handcuffs, real ones too! He left the key inside, so it wouldn’t get lost, right by the empty packages. The Pikachu boy was going into the pool with nothing on today. With their privacy fence, nobody would see. He sat on the edge of the deep end, breathing deeply, preparing himself. Today, he was going to drown good! Excited by the idea, he took fast, deep breaths, then slid into the water with one last one. He went to the bottom of the ladder and put two pairs of handcuffs there, then moved up a bit so his ankles lined up with them. It was a deep ladder that went all the way down, so he was only a few inches off the bottom. 
	Reaching down, he locked one of his ankles into the cuff. With that stability, he got the other one locked on easier. Trapped now and feeling his excitement and arousal growing, he quickly latched the other two pairs on near his head, then cuffed one wrist. He struggled with the second a bit, using his mouth to help, but got it in the end. Now he was really trapped. He held his breath with a smile and tried to relax and just listen to the water.

	Closing his eyes, Gio heard the water more clearly, the gurgling of the freshwater pool’s filter, the soft sputtering of the jets that circulated the water in a current. He felt so peaceful. He didn’t notice how much time was passing until his chest started to ache. He moved his handpaw to rub at it, but the chain jerked him short. He couldn’t reach his chest, he couldn’t reach his cock to stroke it. It bobbed free in the water as he began squirming, and every current and every wiggle he made caused pleasant sensations to run down his member.

	As the burning in his lungs grew more pronounced, Gio grew more aroused. He tugged on the cuffs again, squirming with all four limbs, not because he wanted out, but because he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get out! He came in here to drown after all! Drowning, finally breathing water and blacking out, that was a dream! He was so excited about feeling it finally that the little cub could barely contain himself. He curled his toes and clenched his fists as he tried to hold his breath as long as he could. All the while, his cock bobbed in the water.

	To distract himself, he started humping the water a bit, his shaft twitching with each thrust of his hips and each caress of the water. He moaned out some air through his nose, cheeks puffed out. It felt so good...he wanted to paw off, but he couldn’t reach! It was scary and frustrating and awesome all at the same time! No way out, no way to stop, no one to save him. Just him and the water. His chest began convulsing as his body screamed at him to breathe. A few more bubbles came out, then more, then his calm faded.

	He didn’t stop wanting this, but his body stopped letting him lay still. He struggled and tugged, uncontrollably fighting the metal holding his limbs tight. Half his motions were thrusts, the other half unconscious struggling and gurgling. More breath escaped as he leaked precum into the water and his cheeks puffed and sucked in rapidly as he kicked and squeezed his toes together. He reflexively grabbed for his shaft, for his chest, for his throat. He couldn’t help twisting his head and grabbing his muzzle to smother himself as he sucked for breath, breathing his paw instead of water, for now. His hips bucked impatiently.

	A few more moments and he started to feel numb at the tips of his fingers and toes and at his nose. He knew he was running out of oxygen. That just made his prick jerk in pleasure. He finally managed to tear his snout away from his own grasping paw and gurgled a large plume of silvery bubbles away, his hips thrusting into the water. Clank-clank-clank went the handcuffs on the bars as he thrashed, belly convulsing as more air was forced from him...then he gasped, just a little. He coughed air up and inhaled again, choking on water. He coughed up one more burst of bubbles before he finally took a real breath of water.

	Instantly, Gio came, his hips thrusting, his toes curling, head rolling back in pleasure as he shook with climax. A sharp gasp made a slurring noise as he breathed water and reflexively he coughed up small bubbles, clearing out the last big ones in his lungs as he sucked in deep gulps of water. His climax was prolonged by the drowning, the sensations driving him mad. He was already turning blue and growing weak by the time afterglow set in. His handpaws and footpaws felt numb as he slumped in the handcuffs. He wasn’t buoyant anymore. Breathing fitful gasps of water, filling his lungs with it, he felt a wonderful sensation of being one with the water, giving himself over to it.

	He smiled softly even as his heartbeat slowed and his face turned a deep blue, his cheek pouches flushing purple. After a final, gurgly moan, the Pikachu cub passed out. His heart beat slower and slower, fighting to keep him alive a bit longer despite not having the oxygen to do so. After another minute or so, it stopped.

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	Alt Ending, non-lethal: ...or so it seemed. His electricity kept his heart going, slowly, maybe 3-4 beats a minute, pulses running through his whole body to refresh the energy in his cells. He hung in the cuffs for five hours, slowly turning blue all over, even his cock was tinted purplish blue. When his cousin, Sparks, got home, she noticed the packages, the key, and put two-and-two together. She sighed, pulled off her clothes, and snatched up the key. Sparks, an older Pikachu, three years Gio’s senior, went out to the pool and put her paws on her hips when she saw him down there. She took a big breath and dove in, swimming to him. First, she checked his cheek pouches. Low, but not out. She had time.

	Blushing a bit at how much he’d clearly enjoyed himself, she moved in close and gave her drowned cousin a soft kiss on the mouth. He’d never know… Gently, she gave him some extra energy with her handpaws on his cheeks and held him close to her body. She wanted to do more but...that wouldn’t be right. She should at least ask first! She took the key out, unlocked all the cuffs, and carried his limp, drowned body to the shallows, then up the stairs. Panting for breath, she laid him out and took several minutes to clear his lungs out without hurting him. When she finally did muzzle-to-muzzle on him, he woke up without even needing chest compressions.

	Coughing a bit on the water that couldn’t be pulled out, he gasped for air and groaned, turning over and filling his lungs with air once more. “H-heya cuz…” he said with a blush. 
	“You...did this without me?” she asked, her tone accusatory.
	“W-well...yeah, I was so excited. I knew you’d come get me.”
	She sighed and shook her head. “You still shouldn’t drown yourself without someone here.”
	His ears folded back and he looked down. “I’m sorry, Sparks. Um...did you leave the cuffs down there?” he asked.
	“Duh, it’s my turn next!” she said with a grin.