My eyes are glazed over and unfocused as I sit in my office chair, blankly staring at the photos plastered on my walls. Friends, challengers, and family look back at me... smiling... proud. I feel empty though and I can't put my finger on why. I love what I do... I love being a gym leader. But I loved traveling too. I loved my adventures. Not having deadlines or paperwork. I miss when things were less predictable and... less lonely.

It's not like I'm a hermit. I meet new people every day, but I miss my friends. I miss the surprises. I miss the thrill of the open road and never knowing what was around the next turn.

Across the room, my red hair in the mirror catches my eye. It's been so long since I've even seen my friends. I'm not a kid any longer, they'd be surprised to see me, probably. My hair is long and wavy, my ginger locks brush against the waist of my oversized pajama shirt. Honestly, if you live at your work, why would you not switch to pj's as soon as the work day is done? The baby fat is gone from my cheeks and my eyes are no longer wide with the wonder of youth. I look more mature, laugh lines crinkle the corner of my eyes, which have a knowing, calculating look to them. At 25, I'm finally looking like an adult... a bored adult. Or maybe a boring adult.

That settles it. I am NOT boring. It's time for a change. I need to travel again. I need to LIVE.

...But I should probably finish up my paperwork and get things in order first. I think as I look down at the reports that I have to write up and file.

First I need to get someone to watch the gym for me, I think once my paperwork is complete. Grabbing my phone, I scroll to Daisy's number.

'What's up, Misty? It's kind of late.' Daisy grumbles into the phone.

'Sorry,' I reply, glancing at the clock and seeing that it was 9:30PM. 'I guess I didn't realize how late it was... Uh look Daze, I think I need a vacation. I'm going stir crazy here by myself.'

Daisy's exaggerated huff is all I hear for a while, until she finally responds ' I'll text our sisters. We will meet you there tomorrow and talk over some options for a temporary rotation. Sorry you're feeling drained, Sis. See you tomorrow.' Click, she hangs up. I grimace and stare at the phone.

Well, Daisy was never one to mince words... So I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I slump back in my seat, glad to have a plan... but now feeling a bit anxious. I'll have to call Brock tomorrow and see if he's up for an adventure. What should I do tonight though...should I pack? Maybe I'll just relax by the pool for a bit...

Finally, leaving my combination living/office space, I walk out into the gym and sit beside the pool and dip my feet in. All of my Pokemon are in their respective Pokeballs for the night and the gym is locked up. I wish I had someone to talk to... I think as I hum to myself absentmindedly.

I take a Pokeball from my keychain, not paying attention to which, and throw it high in the air. At least I can talk to one of my Pokemon and maybe swim around for a bit. I could use some excersize. It releases one of my friends right above the waterline and returns to my hand. I didn't see who it was that dove under the water but I feel a tickle on the bottom of my foot and look down to see Tentacruel just below the surface of the water. Such a prankster.

What a silly name, I think. Tentacruel...he is anything but cruel. I chuckle ruefully.

Tentacruel pops his head out of the water, confused by my laugh, sensing that it isn't a joyful one. He pivots his head slightly and moves a tentacle to my knee, in a gesture of comfort.

Gooseflesh covers my body at the unexpected cool touch... His tentacle moves north tickling the lower bit of my thigh, changing the contact from friendly to... almost intimate. After a few moments, he puts a tentacle on my other knee, letting it rest for a moment before he puts pressure on them, pushing my legs apart.

Frozen and tense, I look at Tentacruel. I don't think I've ever been so confused in my life. What the fuck is happening?! Other tentacles start running over my calves and feet, rubbing and squeezing at my tense, sore muscles. Oh, okay, he can just tell that I'm stressed and tired. Nothing more. Get your head out of the gutter, Misty, you weirdo. I think, as a blush suffuses my face . At the same time, a light breeze flutters through the room, quickly bringing my attention to the moisture that has gathered between my legs. I gasp in embarrassment and quickly try to push my legs back together, horrified about the reactions my body is having to the comfort of my Pokemon companion.

Tentacruel, still rubbing my legs and feet allows my legs to close. But a whoosh of warm, musky air must have traveled right from the legs towards his head because his eyes narrow as he inhales, before staring right into mine. A guttural noise escapes him and he inhales once more, deeply.

Before I have time to react, the tentacles on my knees have pushed outwards again and two more have darted out of the water and wrapped around my hips, pulling me right to the edge of the pool. Tentacruel rises out of the water, his beak inches away from the crux of my thighs, a deep 'Cruee' rumbles out of him.

My body is reacting beyond my control and more moisture coats my panties. My stomach clenches and heat suffuses every inch of my skin. I can feel my heart hammering in my chest... subconsciously, I spread my legs a little further apart.

That's when his beak hesitantly presses against my panties... which are now embarrassingly soaked.. and he hums again. The vibrations travel through my whole body but are perfectly centered at my clit. I gasp and then let out an unintentional, throaty moan.

Tentacruel's beak clicks together, almost as if he's made up his mind. Another appendage pops out of the water and gently runs up my thigh, pushing my oversized tee-shirt back. Baring my lacy black panties completely. His tentacle moves gently, almost tickling me as it moves along the top of my panties before it starts to push underneath the elastic waist.

He starts to pull them down but meets some resistance. That's when the two tentacles on my knees move up to assist, while the ones on my hips lift me up, effortlessly. He slides the panties down my thighs, slowly caressing my smooth skin as he moves.

My mind is racing and yet I can't focus on anything but what I'm feeling.

He gently rests my back on the edge of the pool and moves in close again, nuzzling his beak against my lips, parting them with ease. His guttural humming vibrates directly against my clit, making my pussy clench with desire. Tentacruel continues to caress and grind against my pussy with his firm beak, humming against my clit, while he holds my hips firmly with his tentacles. He's rocking my hips against his hard beak rhythmically... perfectly. How...? is the only coherent thought that I can muster as my body begins to tense. My pussy clenches as I come, liquid exploding out of me and onto Tentacruel's open beak. He hums approvingly and backs away, allowing me to calm down.

My body tenses in embarrassment and I start to pull away as my body flushes with anxiety.

He must have sensed my tension, as he applied pressure to my hips once more, pulling me back to the edge of the pool. His beak returns to my clit, humming and making me gasp. My body relaxes and lust takes over, thoroughly enjoying what is being done to me. Wanting more...

As soon as the tension leaves my body, Tentacruel hums approvingly and lifts a 5th tentacle from the water, which grabs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Throwing it to the side. Color rises to my face once more as I am completely bared and vulnerable before a Pokemon that is several times my size.

The tentacle that tossed my shirt away returns to me, starting at my waist before moving up to glide over my breasts, one at a time. Lifting, squeezing, rubbing over my nipples with his cool, damp skin. His beak still hums contentedly against my sex. I can't help but be overwhelmed by the sensations that are overtaking me and my head lists back, eyes closed, lost in the sensations.

My hips rock rhythmically against his face, at first, encouraged by the tentacles wrapped around them, but now entirely on their own accord. I moan, breathing erratically, overtaken by wanton abandon. I can feel my release building once more and my muscles tense.

At that moment, Tentacruel pulls back. Startled, my eyes pop open and I raise my head. I look in his eyes, disappointment evident. He stares back. That's when I see that another tentacle has risen from the water and is poised to take the place of his beak. My eyes widen, locking with his once more, but he doesn't move, just stares questioningly at me.

Blinking, incredulously I whisper '...Are you waiting for permission?'

To which he nods slightly and blinks once.

Panting, and breathy I whisper, 'Yes, please. Please don't stop.'

His response is immediate, pressing his beak once more against my clit, humming, sliding between my lips, checking to make sure I'm ready. He moves his beak away and replaces it with his tentacle, which is both gentle and firm as it slides from my lips, up to my clit, flicking against it, before moving back down.

With the slightest pressure he is able to ease the tip of his tentacle into me, making me gasp at the cool sensation. At first, I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed about how wet I am, I can't believe he was able to get in so easily. But that thought is only present for a moment, only while he is holding still, just barely within me. But then the movement starts and all thoughts leave my mind.

He pushes in a little further before pulling out completely. Making me frown and sigh at the loss. That was all the encouragement he needed. He brushed once more against my clit, causing my whole body to shudder, before pressing back into me. Going a little deeper this time. Stretching me. It's been a while since I've used more than just my toys, which never live up to the real thing.

But this... this was overwhelming. This was more than I've ever felt. He was everywhere, gripping my hips, caressing my breasts, rubbing my thighs, flicking against my clit, teasing my pussy. How does he know to do that? His movements are precise and overwhelming. Thrusting into me, holding position while my pussy gets accustomed to the girth stretching me, then pulling all the way out. He continued, repeating this process, alternating between gentle, slow, teasing movements and firm, strong, thrusts.

He was obviously in no rush. Drawing out my pleasure, making this whole thing about me in a way I can't imagine a human male doing. Eventually, after this torturous pleasure kept me on the brink of orgasm for what felt like hours, he had penetrated me as far as he could. The pressure and fullness that he was giving me was incredible.

That's when he started thrusting in earnest. Thoroughly fucking my soaked and needy pussy. Thrusting in all the way.

Then he pulled out.

Another tentacle rose from the pool and spiraled around the one that was just inside me. The two tentacles wrapped together like a Rhydon horn. I tense up in apprehension, knowing what's coming next.

The two tentacles move together as one and perch at my entrance sliding up and down, coating themselves with my desire, before pressing into me slowly. He's stretching me deliciously and the spiralized tentacles provide exquisite friction as they press into my hot depths. Stretching me like I've never felt, causing my eyes to roll back in my head and all strength to leave my body. I give in to being thoroughly plundered and let loose, coming with him inside me. I slump onto my back. Too overwhelmed to stay upright.

With my eyes clenched shut, moans and cries escape my throat. I'm floating in the clouds, my mind is so fogged with pleasure, it feels like I'm no longer grounded.

No... I'm actually off the ground. I open my eyes and see that I've been lifted above the pool. Tentacles have shifted, one now encircles my waist while another has moved to hold my shoulders, supporting my weight. One holds each of my legs so that they are spread wide enough for Tentacruel's beak to reach my clit while his spiraled double tentacle continues to plunder in and out of me.

Seeing what he is doing to me causes a moan to escape me as I pant heavily at the effort it takes to get so thoroughly fucked. Fuck this is hot. How did I never imagine this before. I'm completely at Tentacruel's mercy. Maybe life isn't so boring, I think, somehow able to concentrate enough to provide internal commentary on the erotic scene that I'm a part of.

Tentacrual hums against my clit while his tentacles continue to thrust into me. 'YESSS' I scream, my eyes roll back into my head as another orgasm overwhelms me, coming hard as I grind my clit against the hard, vibrating beak below me. He doesn't stop. He continues his minstrations, maintaining a steady pace. Elongating my orgasm, drawing out the pleasure that he's giving me. Once the orgasm ebbs, his pace quickens again, intent on making me come again. My body is still so sensitive that this one comes on quick and strong, my juices squirting and gushing over his beak.

My muscles go weak and I feel exhaustion taking over me as he slips his tentacle out of me. Only to replace it with a different one, this one thicker, stiff with a large head... glistening with opaque liquid at the tip. Oh fuck, that's his actual cock. My eyes widen as a surge of new found energy takes hold. Yes, oh god, yesyesyesYES 'YESSS oh fuck yes, please fuck me.' My internal thoughts start spewing from my mouth. I begin to beg, suddenly desperate for more. Who even am I?!?! 'Please fuck me with that massive fucking cock. Fuck. YES Pleaseeee!' I moan and beg as I grind my pussy against Tentacruel's humming beak.

I need friction, I need MORE. My hips move entirely on their own, riding and sliding on his face, begging. I spread my legs, hoping to entice him to enter me while I grind my slit of him. I open my eyes, which closed on their own while I was enjoying the friction. My eyes meet his, I let him see my need, my desire. ' Tentacruel, please, ' I whimper, biting my lip. I lose control of myself and start rambling, expressing my need and desire, all while grinding my soaked pussy against him. ' I need you. I need you. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me, please. Give me your massive cock. I need it. I need you. Please. Please, make me come again. Please. I want you to come too. I want you to come in me. I want to feel you come. Pleaseeee...'

The friction, the humming against my clit while I rode his beak, hearing me voice my need... the desperation was enough to get me there once more. 'Fuckkkkk...' I moan, pushing through the wave of pleasure 'Please, nowww. Pleaseee' My voice keens out my need. It's only as I'm coming down from my orgasm that I feel him at my entrance again. There's no resistance as he runs the mushroom shaped tip along my swollen pussy lips, he's helped to make sure there is plenty of lubrication. I gasp and lock eyes with him, quietly begging. 'please... please... please.'

He enters me gently, slowly. I feel every inch of him as my walls pulse and contract around his girth. His cock is so much thicker than his tentacles had been and the textures were completely different too. Where his tentacles had been pliant, smooth, and slippery, his cock was firm and veined, giving me all sorts of delicious friction as it slid into me. I could feel my walls contouring around it, pulsing with need, hyper stimulated from all of the previous orgasms. He could obviously feel my pussy clenching around him because his cock was twitching in correspondence to the stimulation. He wasn't teasing me this time. He didn't give me an inch at a time before pulling out and starting again. Instead he kept slowly pushing into me, letting me savor each additional millimeter.

As I was distracted, savoring his massive, magical cock, he pulled his beak from my clit. Making me startle at the loss of the vibrations. A tentacle replaced it, and it started thrumming at my throbbing clit in an inconsistent rhythm, leaving me surprised with each touch. The combination of his incredible member inside me with his tentacle deftly playing my clit was indescribably perfect. I could feel tension beginning to build to another climax.

Right as I was about to come, I felt his cock hit my cervix. He began to thrust, tapping rhythmically against it. He stopped strumming my clit and experimentally tried suctioning it with the tentacle instead. Oh my god. OH my god. OhmyGOD.'Oh My GODFuck yessssss' I moan as he sucks me right over the edge. I'm still crying out my release as he lowers my body into the water, so the warm pool water laps against my nipples.

The additional stimulation, helps keep me at my peak, and he begins fucking me more deteminely. Pulling out further and ramming into me with each thrust. If we weren't in the water, I wouldn't be surprised if the delicious friction could actually start a fire. His thick cock slams into me over and over, pulsing within me as my pussy clenches around him, the ridges of his cock massaging me in a way I never knew I needed.

I am so overwhelmed and aroused at this point, I can't keep my thoughts inside. I urge him on ' Yes yes yes that's it, give it to me. Fuck yes, god your cock is so good. Yes, fuckyeah suck my fucking clit, your gonna make me come againnnn OhhhhhhYES.' Every muscle of my body quivers as a massive orgasm overtakes me. Tentacruel continues to hold me so my chest is above the waterline as he fucks me in earnest. Urging me to keep coming, driven by the quaking and pulsing of my pussy around his cock. As his thrusts become inconsistent, I can feel him starting to tense up, cock hardening just that little bit more as it prepares for release.

He thrusts his cock erratically, coming deep within my pussy. The feeling of his cock pulsing and twitching within me pushes me once more to a small but satisfying orgasm. I come with him, squeezing every last drop from his cock with my clenching pussy. As he slips from inside of me, I feel immediately embarrassed once more, but I'm so sexually sated that all I can do is let my body go limp in his tentacle embrace.

A blush touches my cheeks and I quietly say 'Thank you, that was incredible.'

Tentacruel hums as he lifts me out of the water and sets my rear right on the edge of the pool. Tentacles still on my knees, he lifts his beak out of the water to nuzzle my dripping pussy. 'I guess you enjoyed that too?' I ask. To which he gives a slight nod, nuzzling my sex once more before releasing me from all of his tentacles.

He backs away a bit and looks at me expectantly. Waiting for me to put him back in his Pokeball. I nod and stand, gather my clothes, and recall him to his tiny house. As I walk back to my office and living quarters, I try to remember how any of this even happened to begin with.

Shaking my head in confusion and awe, I head to the shower and wash before bed.

I have so much to do tomorrow. So much to plan... lots of calls to make. I need to make sure I bring Tentacruel with me when I leave to go camping... I think as I close my eyes, reliving the last few erotic, satisfying hours. I crawl into bed with a satisfied smile on my lips.

Yes, he definitely needs to come with me... and come in me... again. I think as my head hits the pillow and I immediately fall asleep.

AN I've never tried to publish fanfics before... also I haven't tried writing them in uhh about 10 years... so let me know what you think. This is 100% just smutty garbage... but I may keep writing/publishing if the feedback is good. Let me know. I did have more in mind, honestly, this part just sort of happened *shrugs* I was planning on a totally different pairing happening... maybe it still will.