Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Tentacular ❯ One-Shot

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"TENTACULAR"
A Pokemon Lemon
By Bill K.

Story is (c) 2000 by Bill Kropfhauser; Pokemon and all related
characters are (c) 2000 by Nintendo and GameFreek.
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We find our heroes once more winding through a wooded area, once
more excited by the prospect of encountering new adventure and new
pokemon.

And once more each of the three travelers feels that they know
which direction is the right one.

"You're sure you know where you're going?" Misty asked Ash.

"Yeah, Misty," Ash replied. "I recognize this part of the woods.
Don't you, Pikachu?"

"Pika-pi," Pikachu said warily, looking around.

"Pikachu doesn't look too comfortable in these woods," Brock
commented.

"Yeah, I guess not," Ash said, looking down at his chubby little
friend. "He probably remembers the time we came through here and were
attacked by those Sperows."

"He's probably worried you're going to break another person's
bike," needled Misty.

"Aw, you never give anyone a break!" moaned Ash.

Just then a movement caught Ash's eye. He went over to an
overgrowth of bush and peered in.

"Oh!" gasped Ash in shock.

"What is it, Ash?" Brock asked. Both he and Misty joined Ash to
peer into the bush.

In the clearing beyond the bush was a girl about fifteen. She had
beautiful jet-black hair gathered on each side of her head and falling
down both side, a yellow knit top and a short blue skirt with low-heeled
shoes. The girl was wrestling with some violet multi-tentacled creature
and seemed to be losing.

"No!" gasped Brock in stunned indignation. They all could see the
creature had the girl's arms pinned to her sides with a tentacle wrapped
around her torso. A second was curled across her throat and the end
shoved into her mouth. Two move were wrapped around her legs and a
third was probing under the girl's skirt. "We have to help her!"

"Right!" Ash replied, piling out of the bush. "Go, Pikachu!"

"Pi-kaaaa..." the pokemon began, its cheeks sparking.

"No Ash, the thunderbolt will hurt the girl, too!" Misty shouted.

"Yeah, you're right. Squirtle?"

"Try it!" Brock said.

"Squirtle, I choose you! Water gun attack!"

"Squirtle!" the turtle replied, then let loose with a water cannon
shot from its mouth.

Both were drenched, but the tentacled creature didn't seem
affected. It pulled the tentacle from the girl's mouth, grew two more
from the "body" that seemed to rest on the girl's abdomen, and shot them
toward Squirtle. The tentacles fought through the water gusher and
seized Squirtle around the neck and both its front legs.

"Squirtle!" gasped Ash. "Bulbasaur, I choose you!"

"Wait!" screamed the girl as Bulbasaur materialized. "Tentacular,
release!"

Instantly the multi-tentacled creature released both Squirtle and
the girl and contracted into a little violet blob about one foot long.

"You can control that thing?" Misty gasped.

"Tentacular?" the girl said. "Sure! I'm his trainer. He's very
obedient."

"Trainer?" Brock queried. "That thing is a pokemon?"

"Oh yes!" the girl chirped proudly. "It's one of a kind. I bred
it from a Tentacool myself."

"We thought you were being attacked!" Ash gaped.

"Oh, no," she laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Tentacular and I
don't always run across trainers to battle, so he practices his attacks
on me sometimes. That's all you saw. But thanks for the rescue."

"My name's Brock," the aspiring breeder said.

"Kyoko," the girl replied sweetly.

"You say you bred this from a Tentacool?" he asked, his breeder's
curiosity overwhelming his attraction to the very cute girl. "May I ask
how?"

"I used a special stone I have," she replied. "I found this stone
that was made up of fused fragments of a water stone, a fire stone and a
thunder stone. My Tentacool got too close to it and evolved into this.
I call him Tentacular."

"Interesting," Brock commented.

"Tentacular's very good, too," Kyoko said proudly. "He hardly
ever loses." She looked at the three. "Do any of you want to see him
in action? He doesn't battle nearly enough for my preferences. He can
always use the exercise."

"OK, I'll battle you," Ash smiled confidently. "Bulbasaur can
take a crack at it."

The group stepped back as the two pokemon faced off. Bulbasaur
crouched, eyeing the violet blob warily. For its part, Tentacular just
seemed to sit there.

Suddenly, four tentacles launched from the creature, speeding
toward Bulbasaur.

"Bulbasaur, vine shield!" yelled Ash.

Bulbasaur's twin vines came out and began whipping around the
pokemon at high speed, so fast that Tentacular's tentacles were swatted
away and couldn't get near Bulbasaur.

"Not bad, Ash," Kyoko smiled. "Tentacular, surround!"

Instantly six more tentacles sprang from the blob. They curled
around, trying to flank Bulbasaur. The pokemon responded by whipping
its vines faster.

"Can he keep this up?" Misty whispered to Brock.

"Not likely," Brock said. "He's bound to get tired soon. The
problem is he can't drop his defense to go on the attack."

Moments later one of the tentacles shot through and wrapped around
Bulbasaur's back leg. Bulbasaur was hoisted up into the air, the
pokemon trying valiantly to squirm loose. With his vine whip thrown
off, more tentacles got through. Quickly they had Bulbasaur suspended
spread-eagle over the ground. More tentacles snaked around its body.
One forced its way into Bulbasaur's mouth, another into the bulb on its
back. A third wound under its tail and into the orifice behind
Bulbasaur.

As Ash and the others looked on in shock and alarm, Bulbasaur
squirmed in futility, held tight by the tentacle pokemon. The tentacles
jammed into its orifices began throbbing, as if pumping something into
Bulbasaur. Its struggles began to slow.

"Bulbasaur! What's wrong!" cried Ash.

"It looks like it's losing consciousness," Brock said, then
gasped. "Ash, look at his face!"

On the droopy-eyed pokemon's face was the widest, most contented
grin as the tentacle withdrew from its mouth. The tentacles gently laid
Bulbasaur down and it remained on its side, grinning and stuporous.

"Your Bulbasaur's not hurt, Ash," Kyoko said softly. "But it's
not going to be able to battle for a while. If you like, you can use
another pokemon."

Ash looked at Kyoko as he recalled Bulbasaur. He didn't want to
risk another battle, but he was loath to admit defeat.

"Pikachu?" he said. "Do you want to give it a shot?"

"Pika?" gasped Pikachu, looking first to Ash, then to Kyoko and
Tentacular. Sudden resolve hardened on its features. "Pika!" it
replied.

"All right!" Ash chuckled. "Quick attack!"

Pikachu bounded forward, a flash of yellow light. Tentacular
reacted instantly, shooting out a tentacle at Pikachu. Pikachu was too
fast, though, and dodged it. In self-defense, Tentacular thrust out six
more, each shooting for the yellow rodent. Pikachu dodged each time.

"Pikachu, thunderbolt attack!" called Ash.

Electricity lanced from Pikachu and struck out at the enemy
pokemon. It avoided the bolt by shooting up off the ground, held aloft
by two tentacles planted on the ground.

It shot another extension at Pikachu. The pokemon dodged, but
right into another lying in wait. The tentacle wrapped around Pikachu's
middle and whisked it up in the air. Quickly other tentacles swarmed
around it, trapping its legs, invading its anal orifice, filling its
mouth. Pikachu struggled in panic to escape, but was held fast.

"Pikachu!" Ash cried. "Thunder shock, quick!"

The tentacles were pumping into Pikachu. Its eyes were closing
and its movements were sluggish. But before it drifted off, Pikachu
managed to spark.

Suddenly the air burned with electricity. Tentacular stiffened as
Pikachu pumped volts into it. When the voltage spent itself, both
pokemon fell to the ground. Tentacular lay motionless, while Pikachu
staggered to its feet. The electric pokemon wore a very contented smile
on its face.

"Tenty!" cried Kyoko, running to its side.

"Pikachu, are you all right?" Ash asked, cradling his friend.

"Pika..." sighed Pikachu happily.

"Pikachu? What's wrong with you?" Ash wailed, hugging the woozy,
but very happy pokemon to him. Being so young, he didn't understand.
However, Brock and Misty understood and they both looked strangely at
Kyoko.

"That's . . . a unique attack your pokemon has," Brock commented.

"Yeah," said Kyoko, adjusting her wet blouse as she fussed over
her pokemon. "It sort of comes naturally to him. Your Pikachu is very
good, Ash. I didn't think he had the strength left to get his thunder
shock off."

"He's pretty special himself," beamed Ash. "Is Tentacular OK?"

"Yeah," Kyoko replied, gently rubbing the violet mass. "But he's
not going to be able to battle for a while." She picked him up. "I'm
going to let him recharge at this little spring I know. It's just a
little ways over."

"I'll come with you," Brock said, intrigued by her mysterious
pokemon (and her wet blouse).

"I'm going to be changing clothes, too," Kyoko smirked, an eyebrow
raised.

"You mind if I come with you?" Misty spoke up. "I'm really
interested in water pokemon. Besides, mine could use a dip, too."

"Sure," Kyoko smiled broadly. "I could use the company."

Together the two girls walked over to a small stream. Kyoko
gently laid Tentacular into the stream, then pulled off her wet top to
reveal the bra underneath. The pokemon began expanding and contracting,
as if stretching. Misty called up Goldeen, Staryu and Psyduck and let
them have some water time, too. She cradled Togepi in her lap and
looked at Kyoko, trying to read the girl. She had stripped off her
skirt now and was sitting in the grass in her bra and panties while her
clothes dried.

"Is Tentacular your only pokemon?" Misty asked.

"Yep," Kyoko replied. "He's enough for me. Besides, he's a new
surprise almost every time I use him."

The conversation lagged for a few moments as Misty worked up the
courage to vocalize what was bothering her.

"Tentacools and Tentacruels usually secrete a toxic chemical,"
Misty began. "Does your Tentacular secrete anything?"

Kyoko looked down, embarrassed. Misty wondered if she was hiding
something.

"It's not poisonous," Kyoko replied with forced cheerfulness.
"Tentacular's unique in a lot of ways." She nodded at Togepi, almost in
an effort to change the subject. "That pokemon's pretty unique, too.
What's it called?"

"Togepi," Misty answered and Togepi cooed in response. "Yep, he's
one of a kind, so far as I know. But you didn't really answer my
question. Does Tentacular secrete something into its opponents?
Bulbasaur and Pikachu both looked pretty happy after Tentacular got hold
of them."

Kyoko sighed.

"Yeah, he does," Kyoko admitted. "It's just, well, kind of
embarrassing to talk about. I could never tell someone like Brock, but,
well, you are a girl." She exhaled loudly. "When Tentacular inserts a
tentacle into an opponent's mouth or, um, those other places," and Kyoko
blushed visibly, "he secretes a chemical that triggers a, um, well..."
Kyoko struggled to find the courage to finish her explanation. "...an
orgasm."

"A...huh?" gaped Misty.

"It makes its opponent," Kyoko blushed harder, "come. And it's so
intense that the other pokemon really doesn't feel like fighting anymore
after that."

"Um, I guess not," Misty chuckled uncomfortably.

"Nope. It's a pretty strong reaction. I've had some pokemon
fight him, lose to him, then want to fight him again a half-hour later!"

The conversation lulled into an awkward silence.

"Kyoko," Misty said finally, "when we found you fighting with
Tentacular--you weren't really fighting with it, were you?"

Kyoko flushed again.

"If I said I wasn't," Kyoko asked tentatively, "would you be
repelled?"

Misty thought back to the times she'd used her own pokemon to
indulge her urges.

"I guess not," Misty replied. "Is it that good?"

"I've never had that intense a reaction from any guy!" marveled
Kyoko. "It's the most intense orgasm I've ever felt!"

"Really?"

"Yeah," Kyoko grinned. "If Tenty was a guy, I think I'd marry
him."

They both looked at each other then burst out laughing, closer for
sharing.

"Would you like to try? Tenty's recovered."

"Um," Misty asked warily. "What would I have to do?"

"Just relax. If you want to take your clothes off, you can, but
you don't have to if you're not comfortable with it." Kyoko smirked
then. "It's just more fun that way."

Misty thought about it, then looked around. Ash or Brock weren't
in sight. Misty would just die if either of them saw her. But they
were alone.

"OK," Misty said, pulling her suspenders over her arms. "But keep
an eye out for Brock or Ash, huh?"

"You got it," Kyoko replied sympathetically.

When Misty finished undressing, Kyoko picked Tentacular up out of
the water and stroked him. The redhead took a breath to steady her
nerves, then nodded.

"OK. This might seem a little overwhelming at first," Kyoko
warned, "but just remember he won't hurt you. Tenty?"

The blob rippled at the sound of its name.

"Three prong attack. Go!"

The pokemon instantly launched itself at Misty, so startling her
that she reflexively took a step back. Its body impacted with her
stomach, with enough weight to stagger her. Like lightning, tentacles
sprang out, curling around her waist and winding around her forearms.
Misty struggled to keep her arms from being forced behind her back, a
wave of panic welling up in her. The Tentacular proved stronger than
she imagined and Misty found her arms behind her back, the tentacles
further wrapping around her limbs to hold them. Her struggles managed
only to pitch Misty off balance and she crashed to the ground on her
back.

"Ahhuummmmpphh!" Misty started to cry out, but a tentacle shot up
her sternum and shoved into her mouth.

It was smooth, slightly warm and tasteless. However the tentacle
swelled and filled her mouth completely. Misty suddenly feared choking
and shook her head to dislodge it, to no effect.

Had Kyoko lied to her?

Misty became aware of strong tentacles winding around her thighs
and calves. She resisted, but the pokemon was clearly too strong for
her. She could feel the tentacles forcing her legs apart.

"Mmmmppnnnnph mmmmph!!" Misty gurgled, gagged by the tentacle in
her mouth.

She strained to pull loose, but Tentacular had her caught. She
could feel two tentacles inching down her abdomen as two others
encircled her breasts. The tentacles began rubbing her nipples, making
her squirm harder.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" groaned Misty.

A tentacle curled between her legs. It pushed into her anus and
began to expand. Misty's insides tensed to the breaking point. Another
slithered across her clitoris, pulling a smothered hiss from Misty. The
tentacle pushed into vagina and expanded to fill her. Misty began
breathing hard. She was bound, gagged, helpless, and her groin was
beginning to tingle delightfully.

"He won't hurt me, he won't hurt me!" the girl told herself over
and over as the tentacles began to thrust in and out.

Suddenly the tentacle in her mouth began oozing a liquid into her
mouth. It was sweet, almost banana flavored; as it trickled down her
throat and oozed into her vagina and anus, Misty's demeanor changed. A
familiar warmth formed in her groin and quickly spread over her body.
Muscles clenched as a delightfully intense tension took control of her.
She squirmed and shook reflexively. Her body seemed to need to move.
The warmth kept growing, kept taking possession of her, until Misty
thought she would explode.

Then explode she did, an orgasm washing over her that was so
large, so intense that it pull all her previous ones to shame. It was
like being engulfed in a tsunami. Her mind went blank. Her muscles
liquefied. Misty went limp. She almost went unconscious. She next
found herself lying on the ground, Tentacular quietly withdrawing.

"Wow," she whispered hoarsely, a goofy smile on her face.

"Did I tell you?" Kyoko grinned, her dark eyes twinkling.

"Wow," was all Misty could say.

"I think she likes you, Tenty," Kyoko said, stroking Tentacular.

"I think you've just found a replacement for men," Misty said.

"Choki-Bree!" squealed Togepi. The girls dissolved into giggles.

Unknown to either of them, though, the pair were being watched.
Three sets of binoculars were trained on them.

"Didja see that?" Meowth gasped quietly, his binoculars locked on
the still naked body of Misty.

"I've never seen a pokemon like that before!" echoed James, his
binoculars locked on Tentacular. "Or an attack like that!"

"Which means it's unique," Jesse smiled, lowering her binoculars.
"That means I want it!"

"Heck, we can snatch all dere pokemon!" Meowth added. "And
speaking of snatches..."

"Watch your mouth!" Jesse snapped, rapping him on the head.
"James?"

"I'm on it," James smiled proudly. "Weezing, gas attack!
Quickly!"

"Weezing!" choked the ugly violet pokemon.

It jetted out over the two girls and began emitting a jet of
noxious green gas.

"Hey, look out! It's..." began Misty, spotting Weezing's flight.
However the gas cloud descended on them quickly. "Gas! Cough! Kyoko!
Cough cough! Run!"

"Can't...uhhh," and Kyoko fainted.

"Kff kff!" choked Togepi.

"No," gasped Misty, struggling to get up. "Not...again..."
* * * *
Misty's eyes opened with a start. Team Rocket was over to her
right. Kyoko was with them. The girl had been stripped naked. Her
arms were tied opposite behind her and her wrists connected to cords
circling her pert chest by a short tether. Her ankles were tied facing
opposite each other so her legs were forced open. Jesse, James and
Meowth surrounded her, looming over the bound girl as they browbeat her.
Misty tried to hear what they were saying, but couldn't.

She turned her consciousness to herself. Misty felt the cord bite
into her wrists as they held her arms at painful angles behind her back.
She looked down and saw the white rope dig a furrow across her
developing chest and circle her ribs underneath. She felt the breeze
tickle her groin and the tight constriction of the cord holding her
ankles together and her legs spread. Misty strained at her restraints,
but they wouldn't give. She was bound just like Kyoko was. Moreover, a
smothering wad was jammed in her mouth and held in with a cloth tied
cleaving her teeth.

Her thoughts went to Togepi. Misty frantically scanned the area
for some sign of her beloved Togepi. Every second she didn't spot him,
her heart froze a little more.

Finally she spotted the little egg pokemon. He sat glumly in a
small cage stacked with other equipment in the back of a van, captive of
Team Rocket. Misty consoled herself with the thought that at least he
was safe for now.

"So you're finally awake?" snickered Meowth as he slithered over
to her. Misty glanced over his shoulder and saw the others were still
badgering Kyoko. "Nah, they don't care about you no more. They got
everything from you they want."

The Meowth extended a paw to Misty's breast. He gently caught her
nipple between two fuzzy toes. With serene ease, he pulled the nipple
to its limit, then released it to snap back in place. Misty winced.

"Of course, I ain't got everything from ya that I want," he
leered.

"Mmmmf!" Misty protested.

Undaunted, Meowth grabbed two handfuls of her breasts and began
roughly kneading them. Misty's skin crawled and she fought back
nauseous revulsion. She began thrashing around, trying to pull out of
the feline's grasp. Her efforts only seemed to arouse her attacker.

"Dat's it," he rumbled, licking her cheek. "Fight me. I love 'em
when they fight!"

The merest shrug of Meowth's upper body shoved Misty onto her
back. He continued to maul her breasts, occasionally flexing his claws
into the tender flesh. Misty tried to squirm away, but Meowth had her
pinned. She looked up at him and saw the naked contempt and hunger for
her in his cat's eyes. Lips curled back to reveal predatory fangs.

Misty howled into her gag. She could feel his furry haunches
press between her legs. She could feel the smooth head of his cock
jabbing at her until it finally hit its target and slid in between her
labia.

"Nnnngfff!" Misty roared impotently.

Her body shook with fury as Meowth's thin hard cock began pumping
in and out of her. The girl's eyes bored twin holes in the feline's
skull, but he ignored her. Watching his furry little haunches thrusting
up and down on top of her abdomen as his claws dug handholds into her
young breasts was too much to watch. Misty averted her eyes, focusing
above her.

She could see poor Kyoko being "questioned" by Team Rocket and her
sympathy for her fellow captive allowed her to forget, momentarily, her
own violation. James had the raven-haired girl cradled from behind, his
hands groping her breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples. Jesse,
knelt beside her, would ask questions as she shoved her hand between
Kyoko's legs, pinching and twisting on her own. Kyoko's eyes were
jammed shut. Her teeth were clenched, trying valiantly to resist the
evil duo. She would shake her head from time to time, but Misty feared
the girl couldn't hold out much longer.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she heard Meowth grunt, dragging her back to her
own reality. "Ahhhhh..." the feline sighed as he spewed into Misty.
Her insides churned and, for a fleeting hysterical moment, she pictured
herself giving birth to a litter of leering little meowths.

"Thanks for the ride, toots," chuckled Meowth. He gave her a
sharp, dismissive slap on her hip and walked off to join the torment of
Kyoko. Misty strained against her bonds in futility. She had to
content herself with a mental picture of her kicking the stuffing out of
Meowth.

Leaning forward, Misty strained to hear Team Rocket's questioning.

"Don't be stubborn, brat!" Jesse hissed as she jammed a fist
between Kyoko's legs. "Tell me how you created your pokemon!"

"No!" hissed Kyoko through clenched teeth.

"Tell me or James will rape you!"

"Jesse! Don't be disgusting!" gasped James. "It's bad enough I
have to touch her!"

"Wimp!" snapped Jesse. "Meowth!"

"Uh, er..." stammered Meowth. "Can ya gimme an hour?"

"Were you raping the other one?!" fumed Jesse. She swatted Meowth
with a fan. "You're both useless!" Her eyes narrowed. "Tell me, brat;
have you ever been raped by an Arbok?"

Kyoko gasped in wide-eyed horror. She began shaking her head
involuntarily, even as her body visibly clenched. She seemed on the
verge of tears.

"Then tell me," Jesse whispered.

Misty watched Kyoko hover in indecisiveness. She wanted to help,
but could do nothing bound and gagged. Finally Jesse tired of waiting.

"Arbok! Get out here!" snarled Jesse.

"Ar-Bok!" hissed the giant violet cobra.

"Tongue and tail attack!" Jesse snapped.

"Noooooo!" wailed the horrified girl as the giant serpent wound
its body around her waist, then began taunting its victim's nipple with
its forked tongue while its tail burrowed between her labia.

Misty looked on, flexing impotently against the ropes binding her.
There was nothing she could do. Kyoko couldn't last forever. She had
the sinking feeling that Team Rocket might just win this time and make
off with not one, but two rare pokemon.

Just then, a splashing in the nearby stream attracted her
attention. Misty rolled over to look and spotted Goldeen. Goldeen had
been overlooked by Team Rocket when they rounded up her pokemon.
Perhaps they'd even dismissed the goldfish pokemon as useless. Misty
grew crestfallen. They were right. What could Goldeen do? Her attacks
were all water-based. On land she'd be nothing more than supper for
Meowth.

Then she focused on Goldeen's horn. Maybe - - Misty quickly
surveyed the situation and seized on a course of action. Hurriedly, she
began inching her bound body over to the stream. It was an arduous
task, hampered by the way her legs were bound. She kept going, though,
glancing over from time to time to see how Kyoko was holding out. The
girl was curled up as much as possible to protect herself. Tears
streamed down her face. But she continued to hold out as Arbok violated
her and Team Rocket hovered over her, pressuring her to confess.

Finally, her arms and legs burning from exertion, Misty reached
the edge of the stream. Goldeen swam over to her and nuzzled her arm.

"Mmmmmph!" gurgled Misty, nodding her head in the general
direction of her bound wrists. "Mmmmm hmmmppph! Mmmpphh!"

It was hopeless. There was no way Goldeen could understand what
she wanted. Misty tried to rub the gag out of her mouth by rubbing her
cheek on the grass by the bank. All it got her was a streak of mud on
her cheek.

She sighed in defeat. Only then did she notice the slight pulling
at the ropes around her wrists. Misty craned her neck back to see.
What she saw, combined with what she felt, told her that Goldeen
understood and was picking at the ropes with the point of her sharp
horn, trying to cut them.

It was still a long shot to work. Misty did what she could to
help, pulling against the ropes to make them taut and easier to cut. If
Goldeen could sever it just enough, she could pull it apart. Misty cast
a worried glance at Kyoko.

"Hold out a little longer!" Misty thought. "If you break now,
we're both sunk!"

With that, the rope broke. Misty wasn't free immediately, but the
broken rope loosened her bondage just enough that, with a little painful
wriggling, she was able to squirm free.

"Goldeen, I love you!" whispered Misty as she jerked the gag from
her mouth. "Now you hang back. This is my fight. And if they capture
me again, you go try to find Brock or Ash. Understand?"

"Goldeen," replied the fish calmly.

Looking around for a way to arm herself, Misty focused on a fallen
branch. It was just about the weight of a baseball bat and would have
to do. With cautious speed, she crept up on the trio of villains. As
she neared striking distance, though, Meowth heard her.

"Hey! Da brat got loose!" Meowth shouted.

"So do something!" snapped James.

"All right, toots," Meowth leered, leaping at Misty with his claws
bared, "Let's just show you da error of yer ways!"

At once, Misty's softball reflexes from school physical education
took over. She strode into the pitch and snapped off a swing that
caught Meowth perfectly. The feline pokemon was launched into the
nearby trees, caterwauling the entire distance.

"Don't make me gas you again!" warned James.

Misty ignored him and swung the branch again. James managed to
dodge, but the swing caught the poke-balls on his belt. They tumbled to
the ground, breaking open on impact. Weezing appeared from one, looking
dazed and confused. Tentacular lept from the other one. It spotted
Kyoko and headed for her.

"Tenty!" squealed Kyoko. "Three prong attack on the two humans,
quick!"
Instantly tentacles sprang out from Tentacular. Before they could
react, the pokemon had one wrapped around James' throat and Jesse's
waist. They both opened their mouths to scream, but had them instantly
filled by tentacle. As they struggled in the grip of Tentacular, the
pokemon began working more tentacles into James' pants and under Jesse's
skirt.

"Arrr!" hissed Arbok, slithering off of Kyoko to aid its mistress.

Misty saw him and swung the branch, hoping to nail the pokemon in
the face. Arbok swerved to avoid the branch, but when its vision
returned to Tentacular, it was just in time to see a tentacle jam into
its mouth and down its throat. The giant serpent thrashed on the end of
the tentacle, even as Team Rocket thrashed under the invasion of their
orifices.

"Kyoko, are you hurt?" Misty asked, kneeling next to the girl and
untying her.

"I'm all right now!" she gasped, shuddering. "I can't believe
what that Arbok did to me!"

"Yeah, I know."

Tentacular then began to throb, secreting its venom into the three
captives. At once, their thrashing began to slow and finally stop.
After a few moments, Tentacular eased its grip. First James, then Jesse
and finally Arbok slid limply to the ground. Each one was barely
conscious, but all three had the most contented grins on their faces.
* * * *
Using the radio in Team Rocket's truck, Misty called the police.
An Officer Jenny was dispatched immediately, followed no soon after by
Ash and Brock.

"Hey, Misty!" Ash yelled as he ran over to her. Officer Jenny
quickly intercepted him.

"Hold it!" she barked. "What's your business here? This is a
crime scene!"

"She's my friend!" fumed Ash.

"It's OK, Officer Jenny," Misty said, walking over. "They're both
friends."

Officer Jenny stepped warily to one side. Ash raced over to the
once more clothed Misty, Pikachu at his heel, while Brock looked her
over with clear concern on his face.

"Gee, Misty, what happened?" asked Ash. "We got so worried, we
went to the police to get them to look for you. They were sending out
Officer Jenny just as we got there."

"Team Rocket found out about Tentacular," Misty said as the trio
walked over to where Kyoko sat. "Do I have to say anything else?"

Brock looked to Kyoko, sitting traumatized by Officer Jenny's
cycle, then back to Misty.

"What did they do?" he asked, anger welling in his voice.

"Let's just say they hit a new low and keep it at that," Misty
replied, looking down. Her shame over being raped by Meowth was such
she couldn't look Brock in the eye. She could sense his indignation.

"Hey, don't let it get you down, Misty," Ash said, unaware of the
sexual context of the situation. "You took everything they could dish
out and you beat 'em! And if they try something else, you'll beat 'em
again. They should know better than to pick on a tough Cerulean
sister."

"Pika-pi!" added Pikachu.

Misty couldn't stop a smile from curling her chafed lips. Ash was
all naïve exuberance, but at that moment it was just what she needed.
She would rue the day he lost that.

"Nicely put, Ash," Brock said, patting him on the shoulder. Misty
finally found the courage to look up at him and he held her gaze with a
commanding look. "If there's anything I can help with, Misty, just let
me know."

"I will," she grinned timidly.

When they reached Kyoko, Pikachu immediately began rubbing
amorously against Tentacular. The violet glob remained unmoved.

"Looks like Pikachu wants a rematch," Brock said, knowing more
than he seemed to be telling.

"Kyoko?" Misty said, kneeling next to the girl. "You gonna make
it?"

"I guess," she sighed. "It's hard to get what they did to me out
of my mind. Misty, is this going to happen again?"

Misty hesitated, looking pained.

"It might," she said solemnly. "Your Tenty's one of a kind.
There are people out there who'll want to steal him." She put her hand
on Kyoko's shoulder. "But you can't live your life scared."

"You'll have to be a lot more cautious than you've been," offered
Brock. "But you don't have to crawl into a hole and hide from the
world. The world needs unique pokemon. It needs to learn from them - -
and they need to learn from the world."

"Yeah. You can take Tentacular to Professor Oak," Ash said.
"He's the best! He can help you if you need it."

"I'll think about it," Kyoko said, easing a little. She stroked
Tentacular. "But for now, Tenty and I just want to find a quiet place
and be alone for a while."

It was an odd answer, given her body language. For a moment,
Misty wondered if Kyoko was in love with Tentacular. But she dismissed
the thought. And even if she was, it was her life and her choice. They
dragged Pikachu away from Tentacular and headed on their way.

"Boy, wouldn't if be something if I met Kyoko in the Pokemon
League finals some day?" Ash said.

"Pi-kaaa," sighed Pikachu dreamily.

"It'd be the first League Game telecast with a parental advisory,"
Brock joked.

"Why is that?" Ash asked innocently.

"When you're older," Brock and Misty said in unison.

"Aww. . .!" grumbled Ash.

END