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Author's note: This is sort of fan-fictiony, but with original characters. So it basically just borrows the universe of the series. But I don't want to spoil the surprise, so wait and see. Haha. But I'll try to structure the story in a way that someone not familiar with the base material can still enjoy this story. XD
But that also means I'll need more of a set-up, before getting to the naughty parts. Have patience. :D

It's dark. When I come around, that's all I can see. Darkness. Trying to move proves futile, as I soon discover my hands are shackled above my head. I hear the sound of chains rattling, as I struggle. I decide to stay still, for the moment, not wanting to make a bunch of noise and draw the attention of... Of whoever is responsible for whatever is going on. Those are question I still need to work out in my head.

Let's see... It's chilly and gritty. I would guess that I'm currently sitting on, and propped against, stone? haha, what, seriously? Like a dungeon or something? Actually, it's pretty drafty in here, too. ugh, Feels like I'm maybe not wearing much clothing, either. I'm at least still wearing undergarments... but what the hell?! I'll assume I've been kidnapped or something, but by whom? And for what purpose? I need to recount my steps and try to figure out where things went wrong.

So there is this research expedition I'm doing to help a local Professor named Pine. This dude is big on cryptozoology (the study of strange animals that most people don't believe exist), and apparently there are a lot of them populating the forests outside our town. But Prof. Pine doesn't like to think of them as criptids, but instead as "Pokemon;" seeing "criptid" as an insult, considering he's seen plenty of these "Pokemon" with his own eyes and has begun to document them. He claims that these Pokemon are different, because most of them show a willingness to interact with humans, instead of hiding like criptids do. He also claims they each have special powers or abilities, but whatever.

Well anyway, my job is to hunt down these creatures, capture them, and send them back to the Professor alive. And if I can't manage that, I should record as much data as I can with a little electronic device... It's little more than an iPhone, but he calls it a "Pokedex." And to "help" me with this task, he gave me one of the pokemon that he has been breeding at the lab. Apparently, it's a "Growlithe." It looks sort of like a cross between a Saint Bernard and a tiger, and Pine claims it can breath fire, but I've never seen it do anything more exciting than chase its own tail. A nice companion, none-the-less.

So it's been a while since I started my "journey." After not too many days, I think I'd already picked the forest clean of every type of pokemon living there; so Prof. Pine suggested I travel further, to the next town over, as there may be different pokemon in the surrounding areas. So I cleared out the paltry offering of pokemon residing in the creek outside that town, and decided to keep going, to investigate the surrounding areas of other towns and cities. Occasionally, I'd bond with some of the creatures I encountered, and decided to keep them as pets. So far my "team" is made up of three Pokemon, including Growlithe. The other two are a Ditto, who looks like anthromorphic silly-putty; and Tangela, who is basically a clump of yarn with eyes and feet.

Haha, it was strange how I met them, too. It was evening, so I decided to camp in a big forest. I stored Growlithe in his "pokeball," which is some sort of creature-storage device. I have no idea how it works, or how he fits in there; but the ball starts out about the size of a baseball, and can contract even further to the size of a marble-shooter. Anyway, after he was stored away, I plopped down to sleep, too.
Not sure how much time passed, but it was at least a couple hours before I awoke to something slithering up my legs. I sat up with a start and pulled open the sleeping bag to reveal that a Tangela had somehow gotten in there and was wrapping its tentacles around me. When I went to grab it, another set of tentacles caught my hands, from behind. Oddly enough, they didn't seem to be coming from the same Tangela. From what I could see of this second one, it had some of its tentacles poking through the ground. Then, the one in front of me started turning pink and appeared to be melting into a blob, until I realized that it was actually a Ditto (they have shape-shifting abilities, I guess), and the Tangela behind me was the real one.
After the Ditto had released me, Tangela turned me around, using the tentacles coming through the ground to tie my arms and legs to the ground, to where I'm on my knees, bent forward, ass sticking up in the air. Then, more tentacles began to rip open my pants, shirt, and underwear; assisted by Ditto, who has morphed itself a pair of hands. By this point, I have a pretty good idea of what they're up to; and honestly I think I could overpower them if I really needed to, but I decide to let them continue... You know, for science's sake. haha... Gotta document those pokemon as thoroughly as possibly, right?
After being satisfied that they destroyed my clothes well enough (good thing I carry a spare outfit), Ditto returns to blob form and oozes under my chest. Then it seemed to expand, the goo-creature enveloping my breasts, and playing with them. Pulling them downward, pushing them up, contracting on the nipples, etc. Then, Ditto continued to expand until it reached my crotch, and then morphed into something bumpy and slightly harder. Rubbing the bumps all over my torso, paying special attention to my sensitive areas. Rubbing my nipples relentlessly, and stroking my crotch slowly, waiting to see what makes me moan and rubbing more forcefully on those areas.
When I start to get pretty wet and excited, perhaps ready to climax soon, Ditto turns back into its blob form and covers my entire ass and crotch, and hips, making it look like I'm wearing pink shorts. Then Ditto contracts, squeezing me as much as possible, as Tangela starts to coil tentacles around my breasts, using the ends to flick the tips of my nipples. Next Ditto spreads my ass cheeks and starts poking some of itself into my back hole, as well as poking into my pussy, not venturing very deep into either, just enough to tease me.
Once I really start to squirm and pant, Tangela releases my arms and legs, perhaps sensing that I don't intend to resist at all. Then it coils a few tentacles into a make-shift cock and I start to lick it, until it's dripping with my saliva. While I was focused on that, Ditto had pulled away from my ass and started pushing further into my pussy, slowly. The goo-like body wriggling around, and venturing deeper and deeper, until it's almost completely inside. Then it begins to expand and contract, hardening and changing shape; and continues to keep me guessing as to how it will next move inside me. By then, I'm panting heavily, and whenever I'm thinking I could come any moment, Ditto ceases all movement for a while, and rests inside me, before starting up again. Not being able to ever quite reach orgasm was frustrating, but also prolonged the pleasure I was feeling from it all.
Meanwhile, Tangela started pushing its tentacle cock into my anus. I gasp at first, but then try to relax enough to let it slide in smoother. Once it eases in all the way, it slides back out, and then back in, and so forth, picking up speed with each thrust. After a while of that, Ditto hardens into a thick bumpy shape, and also starts moving in and out. As Tangela comes out, Ditto rams in, and vice-versa, and all I can so is moan occasionally between pants, and thrust my hips instinctively.
Once they finally allowed me to orgasm, it was such a big one that I may have passed out. (Also may have partially been because I was still tired from the day's traveling.) And when I woke up in the morning, Ditto and Tangela were snuggled up to me, asleep. So I took the opportunity to pop them inside two spare pokeballs... It wouldn't hurt to observe them some more, you know?


Anyway! Back to retracking my steps...
The further I traveled, the more people seemed to be aware of pokemon, accepting them as something that exists just like any other animals. And the pokemon were more plentiful in these areas, too. In one city, in particular, people seemed to be living quite comfortable with pokemon. Everywhere I looked, pokemon were helping people build things or reach high places, playing with children, or keeping old folks company. It seemed that everyone above the age of ten had at least one pokemon. I wasn't sure if I should tell the Professor about that... If he were to learn that pokemon weren't as rare and mysterious as he thought, he'd be devastated! All that research that he worked so hard to accumulate, could be easily found in the local libraries of these larger towns... Well, really I was the one to work hard for the research, but I don't mind. And even though each town has extensive documentation of their local pokemon, no where has information on ALL of them. So I think that's the goal with this journey- to document them all. It's pretty fun, and at least I'm getting exercise, eh?

One day, while in this larger city, I stumbled upon a big building that said "POKEMON GYM" on the front. Curious about what sort of exercise equipment pokemon would use, I ventured inside. Instead of seeing equipment, though, I just saw several trainers standing around with their pokemon ("pokemon trainers" are the name for people who own pokemon, I found out); apparently just twiddling their thumbs, until they saw me come in. The closest one rushed over, asking if I was there to challenge the gym. Seeing how completely confused I was, they gave some rushed explanation about using pokemon to fight one-another; but when I blurted out something like "only a pussy needs critters to fight his battles for him," I was swiftly booted out of the "gym."

Training pokemon to fight... That's crazy talk, man. Don't bother dragging my ridiculous-looking pets into it; I'll fight any one of you right here, right now. (And by "fight," I mean I'll take a cheap shot and run like hell.) After that, I encountered several more of these gyms in other towns, and even heard about people using their pokemon for worse things, like to commit crimes and stuff. There were even rumors of some sort of organized crime ring, called Team Rocket, or something. They use pokemon to steal other pokemon and word has it they're plotting something bigger. But that's none of my business.

So my day stared out normally. It was around day 82 of my research expedition. Almost three months, I guess? By now, I've captured (and Prof. Pine has documented) pretty much every Pokemon in the country. (Granted, it's a small country.) And word has gotten out that the Professor is planning to publish an encyclopedia of pokemon. That's all well and good, but the more famous he becomes, the more recognizable I become, as his assistant. I don't particularly like getting all that attention. And I think he's planning to send me abroad, next, to capture and document foreign pokemon, as well. Bluh... But the pay is pretty good, so I guess I can't complain.

Since there were no more pokemon to catch, I was making the long trek back to our village and the lab; Checking every forest, creek, and lake along the way, to be sure I didn't miss any pokemon. By lunch time, I was back in that big city where I had first encountered a gym. I figured I'd stop there for a rest, so I got some food for myself and my pokemon and we sat down in the park to eat. Ah yes, it was around that time that a plant-type pokemon waddled over. It was called an Oddish, which looks something like a walking raddish. Just then, it started to puff out some sort of powder and, even though I knew we shouldn't breath it in, it was too late. Everything blacks out.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up here, in the dark. I guess that raddish- uh, I mean Oddish must have belonged to someone who wanted to kidnap me for some reason? Though I can't think why anyone would bother. Unable to think my way through things any further, I start jangling my chains; now hoping to get the attention of my captors.

After not too long, the lights cut on. Squinting against the sudden brightness, I try to adjust as quickly as possible, and take in my surroundings: Mostly empty room, floor and walls made of stone, big glass window in the wall opposite the one I'm chained to, with an intercom thing up near the ceiling. Taking a quick glance down, I clarify my fear from before, that I had indeed been stripped down to my underwear. On the other side of the window is another room, in which several people clad in black are lounging about. Laying on a table in there, I see my clothes, as well as the contents of my bag spilled out. My three pokemon, locked in a cage in the corner, broken pokeballs cast aside. One idiot in the back is fumbling with my pokedex, trying to figure out how it works. Another stands right in front of the glass, and I can see now that there's a big red "R" stitched to the front of his shirt. I think I heard somewhere that this is standard issue for "Team Rocket" grunts.

"Oh, finally awake, are you?" a voice comes over the intercom.
I don't bother to reply.
"You're probably wondering why we've brought you here, eh?" He continues, "Well, we heard about you on the news... About how you and that crazy old professor have quite a collection of pokemon. Seeing as you're already done researching and crap, you wouldn't mind if we took them off your hands, right?"
"Pfft, yeah, right," was all I could think of to say...
"Yeah, we figured you'd say something like that, but it's not like we were looking for permission, anyway. See, our boss has big plans for those pokemon, and doesn't care how he gets them. So more often than not, we just take them, without asking... And we intended to just steal all of the pokemon this time, too. But wouldn't ya know it? When we broke into to that little lab, it was already cleaned out! All the research, the pokemon, all traces that a professor had ever lived there, gone."
"Sucks to be you, then."
"Now now," he continues to blather on, "We suspect that the professor was somehow wise to our plan to drop by, so he moved all the pokemon to some other secret location... And we're pretty sure you know where that is."
"Either that, or he's on the run because he wants to take all the credit for my hard work. Sorry dudes, but I never heard about any secret hide-out of his."

The grunt sighs and shake his head, rattling off some cliche line about having ways of making me talk. Then, he presses a button and a door slides open; and grabbing something and motioning to a couple other grunts, they walk out into the room where I'm being kept, and the door slides shut. As he approaches me, I can see that he's holding a syringe. The other two grunts hold me still, while he jams it into my arm, and injects some mystery liquid. "Now then," he says, tossing the syringe aside, "let's get started, shall we?"

I have a bad feeling about this.

............. To be continued!

PART TWO!

PART THREE!

Unexpected Package (part two)

Continued from Here.

So let me tell you more about that mysterious package I got last week.

The tentacles were moving closer to my crotch, now. Some also slipping around to my back-end. Then they start to rub all over, down there, like a slimy massage. Rubbing my lower body, thighs, butt, and even the soft flesh of my vulva. Rubbing that special ooze all over and making sure I'm completely relaxed, before easing my legs open wider and spreading apart my ass cheeks, slowly running a tentacle up and down, between them, rubbing against the hole. Meanwhile, up front, another one has started teasing my clit. I had just cum from there a little while ago, so it's still pretty sensitive. When I start to pant and moan, it stops to bend me over; and then starts pressing the tip of a thick throbbing tentacle into my asshole. I wince a little, but it doesn't hurt much, since the slime lubed up everything very well. mmmm as it starts to push itself in more, I moan quietly.

As it goes in further, I can feel it starting to wiggle around inside of me. ooohhh it's incredible, I've never felt anything like it. ahh, after hitting a little deeper, it pulls out, almost all the way, and then rams back in all at once. mmmm I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. Can't risk anyone hearing me. Then, it begins to thrust in and out, slowly, rhythmically. While the tentacle that had been rubbing my clit starts to trace up and down along the length of my pussy a few times, before landing on the vagina and pressing on it, trying to fit the tip inside. Being a virgin, I brace myself, getting the feeling it will hurt. As it pushes past my hymen, I instead gasp, being hit with a wave of pleasure. My whole body is starting to feel hot and lusty, anywhere where that slime was smeared onto me. It must have affected my nervous system somehow, but I don't have time to think about that, as the tentacle ventures deeper into my eager cunt. aaahhh, as it goes deeper, I can feel it rubbing against the tentacle in my ass, one pulling out, as the other pounds in. I moan louder, each time one rams itself into either hole, caring less and less about being heard.

The tentacles start to move faster, and I thrust my hips along with their rhythm panting, moaning, and crying out, "oooh harder, faster!" mmmmm being double-penetrated by two looong thick tentacles feels amazing. aaahh... Then, there is a knock at the door! I freeze and am about to answer (and hopefully convince the person to leave), another tentacle is shoved back in my mouth. As the plush-turned-tentacle monster continues to violate my every hole with more force, causing me to moan uncontrollably around the big oozing thing occypying my mouth.... The door opens, and someone just walks right in!

The woman who just waltzed into my bedroom uninvited is no one I've ever seen before. Tall, with long red hair, and an impressive rack. The outfit she's wearing makes her look like a scientist or a school nurse or something. Long white coat, short black skirt, dark stockings, carrying a clipboard. Examining the scene before her with an astonished face, she comments, "My, I didn't expect it to grow so quickly. You must be a naughty girl." Since I'm unable to reply, she steps closer and continues, "Are you enjoying the gift I sent you?"

As she jots down some notes, the tentacles slow down their rhythm and the one in my mouth is pulled out. I take the opportunity to ask, "who the hell are you?! Why'd you send me something like this?"

While removing her coat, she replies, "nothing personal, dear, you're just another research specimen, just like all the other young women in this insignificant little town;" she pauses, then smirks "and some of the young men, as well."

I want to protest, but all that comes out are moans, as the tentacles start wiggling around inside me more than before. "aaahhhh!....oohhhhh!" As I'm quickly approaching climax, she snaps her fingers, and the tentacles pull out of my holes and release me.

"Interesting," she notes, "you're such a horny slut, you'd probably rather be raped continuously by my little pet here, than listen to the rest of my explanation." Panting, and pussy throbbing for more, I don't move or reply; I just sit there, watching her. Examining her monster more, she continues, "but the problem is, I'm done with you. All you were supposed to do is make it grow a little bit, by letting it smell your perverted scent for a while. And then I would come by and say I shipped the toy to the wrong person, by accident, and take it away for testing. But now you've gone and made it grow to its adult size, and did dirty things with it. I would say you've seen and know far too much, already about my little project. And I should probably let my baby eat you..." My eyes widen in fear, but she continues, "But we might be able to work out a deal."

"W-what kind of deal?" I ask, as tentacles start to wrap around my body, again. This time, they don't touch any of my sensitive places, but only hold my arms behind my back, and coil around my legs, spreading them.

"Well..." she begins, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her bare breasts, "The thing is, I could use an assistant, back at the lab, to help me test out my latest creations." Standing close to me and lifting her skirt to reveal a tentacle coming out of her vagina; she lets it blindly explore my lower body, as she continues, "mmm, yeees, a dirty little cunt like you would be perfect to test-drive my babies."

Without giving me time to question that 'babies' comment, she motions for the tentacle monster to raise my knees up, while suspending me in front of her, so she can ram her tentacle-cock into my throbbing pussy. mmmm I moan as the entire length of it is forced in, with one thrust. As she moves it in and out, I can feel it hitting against something deep inside me, crying out each time it does. "Aaa! Ohh!" Meanwhile, I don't notice that the tentacle monster is twisting two tentacles together into one huge drill-shaped tentacle and yelp with surprise as forces its way into my ass. After just a few thrusts, I get used to the size of it, and relax to allow it easier movement.

As the pace and force of the thrusting increases, she and I both start panting and moaning more. Thrusting our hips and rubbing our chests together... mmmmm..... ohhhhh..... As we are nearing climax, she whispers to me, "so what will it be? ohh.. A-are you going to come to the lab with me, mmmm.. or do I leave you here, in pieces? aaahhh... Don't worry, though, I'll pay you well, and you'll experience, mmmm incredible things. So come with me, yes?"

"aaahhh..... ohhhhh!" It feels so good, I can't refuse, "Alright I'll- I'll.... I'll come! mmmmmmm" As the science lady, tentacle monster, and I all climax at once, I can feel large amounts of something being pumped into me. Probably the tentacle version of cum.

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So, I guess I've got a new job! I'm writing this blog from the lab. Boss said that her newest creation will be ready for testing soon. The anticipation is making me wet.
See you soon!

/end.

Unexpected Package

So I order a lot of things from online stores. Some for work, some for leisure, and sometimes things for my family, but it all has my name on the box. The other day an Amazon package came and I couldn't really recall ordering anything that hadn't already come. Figuring that I had just forgotten part of an order, I carried it away to my room, just the same. Curious, I open it up right away, and the only thing inside is a cute little plush Octopus.

I certainly don't remember ordering it, but since it's well-known on the internet that I'm partial to tentacles, I figured it must be a gag gift from someone. So I deposit it on my pillow and make a quick post on Twitter, asking who the sender was. And then I go about my day as usual. Sketching, reading my emails, browsing wikipedia, etc.
Then, after a while, I open up my porn folder, hidden deep on my hard drive. There are a few hentai manga files I saved and hadn't read yet. Amusingly, there's a couple new chapters from a tentacle-rape series, so I chuckle at the coincidence and start to read the first one. As quickly as the tentacle monster captures its newest victim, I've already pulled my bra down and started touching my breasts- rubbing the nipples over my blouse at first, before unbuttoning it for direct access to the sensitive skin. After a few pages of that, my crotch is starting to twitch, so I get out of my seat to remove my panties. Glancing over at the Octo-Plush, I can't help but wonder if it's somewhat bigger than it was before, but I figure I'm just mistaken and pull up my skirt and take off the already moist underwear, tossing them on the bed.
Sitting back down, I massage my nipples until I can't stand to tease myself anymore, and then grab the first thing that comes to hand. A long thin paintbrush, perfect for my needs. I pull my legs up into the chair to rest on them, open them up, and reach down with my fingers to spread apart my labia, placing the long handle of the paintbrush between them. Holding the brush in one hand, and using the other to tease my nipples more; I start sliding the brush up and down, rubbing it against my clitoris. (Maybe to some people that sounds unusual, but it's how I like to do it.) Doing this for a while gets me so excited, I forget about clicking forward to the next page of the comic I was reading; instead, just focusing my gaze on the picture already on the screen. Moving the brush up and down as the tentacle monster on the screen violates a busty girl in every hole. Mmmm... Aaaah... As it starts to feel better, my rhythm gets faster and I start to pant, thrusting my hips, as well. Trembling with pleasure..mmmm ohhh... getting faster and pressing it harder against my clit until I finally shudder in climax....
As I pull the brush away, it's dripping with my juice, and I notice I got the chair wet as well. There's usually not nearly this much. Sweaty and out of breath, but somehow still unsatisfied, I grab a tissue to clean up the mess. And then I go to grab my panties off of the bed, and gasp in shock!

The plush octopus has grown so large that its body takes up the entire bed, with long wriggling tentacles dangling over the sides. And somehow it seems... To be alive? One tentacle clutching my moist panties, another extending towards me. Totally in "what the fuck" mode, I bolt for the door, but another tentacle managed to grab me around the waist. I notice that it's not soft anymore, but seems to be secreting some sort of slime all over its body. I consider calling for help, but with my boobs hanging out and perverted juices dripping down my thighs, it's way too embarrassing! 
Before I have time to think further on that, the tentacle has already pulled me over to the bed, as one is shoved into my mouth and more wrap around my arms and legs. The one in my mouth seemed to be oozing out more than the others, and I think I swallowed some of whatever it was. After a while of it thrusting in and out of my mouth, I started to feel pretty hot. The tentacles aren't hurting me, and I do read a lot of hentai like this, so it's not so bad. From the body, more tentacles aside from the original eight start to appear, including two with some sort of suckers on the ends, which immediately attach to my nipples. There's lots of little bumps inside the suckers, so it feels pretty great, as they attack my breasts. Meanwhile, more tentacles appear, spreading that ooze all over my body. Some of them slithering closer to my lower body.


TO BE CONTINUED! *shot*