It was a fairly normal day for Misty. She was checking in on the various water Pokemon she'd captured and had in the gym, and was trying to find out if they were settling in. Brushing some of her orange hair to the side, she entered into the next section of her upgraded gymnasium, home to shallow pools and deeper lakes made to let her Pokemon feel at home. Many were at the Center getting treated for a bad case of Pokerus but a few like the Octillery she'd caught were-

Wait. Where was it? She frowned as she glanced about, scratching her head as she headed towards the nearby rock pool, sunlight filtering in through the nearby windows to dance about on the surface of the pond. Octillery had a habit of mischevious and rowdy behavior and she was getting pretty tired of it. "Octillery, come out, I just wanted to find out if-" Misty began to say before, without warning, a flash of reddish-orange lashed out at the rock she was standing atop. Startled, she lost her balance and toppled over into the rock-pool, hitting her head against the hard surface of the bottom. Dazed, Misty sat up and tried to comprehend her surroundings through blurred vision.

As her sight began to focus again, Misty watched in surprise and confusion as the unmistakable sight of Octillery made its way over to Misty through the shallow water. The Water Gym trainer groaned, nursing her head from the fall. "Real funny, Octillery." She said as she tried to climb back up out of the shallow pool but with calm and deliberate grace, the Octillery reached forward and wrapped one wet tentacle partly round her waist.

"WHA-" Misty was caught off as she was pulled back down into the water. The Octillery pulled Misty against itself, Misty shivering a bit as her bikini-and-shorts-clad form was pressed against the Pokemon’s slimy orange body. Grasping Misty with both front tentacles, the Octillery turned Misty around before drawing her head towards its funnel like mouth. The girl watched in shock as the fleshy funnel widened a little decorated with a couple of strands of thick saliva.

Horrified at the implications, Misty burst into a fit of struggles, almost causing the Aquatic Pokémon to lose its grip on Misty. But "almost" only counts in Horseshoes. Annoyed, the Octillery swiftly shoved Misty down into the water, slamming Misty against the rocky bed of the pool. It then shuffled forwards, climbing itself over Misty as she was pulled beneath the octopus-esque Pokemon's body, entangled in a mass of tentacles.

Despite her frantic and furious flailing, it was all ultimately futilre as Octillery held Misty firmly beneath it, grasping Misty with several long orange arms. Misty struggled to stick her head out of the water to breath but the Octillery seemed to allow this, giggling with delight as Misty gave it a dark growl. "You have a sick sense of humor!" She snapped at it, still trying to fight off the graspy octopus tentacles, but Misty was beginning to tire, and the Octillery could tell. It could feel  her protests begin to weaken beneath its body and allowed Misty to use up her energy before the orange Pokémon then began to shuffle backwards, dragging Misty into the deeper area of water. 

Determined to escape, Misty continued to struggle frantically, squirming around. This was still, however, incredibly futile. The Octillery would not release Misty one iota and just slipped into the deeper water within the gym, Misty now without a floor to easily reach and keep her held above water. She was hopelessly trapped in the octopus's grip and at its mercy as to whether or not it would keep her afloat, let alone attempt to escape. The Pokemone loosened its grip on Misty, the Octillery grasped Misty with its two front tentacles again, brining Misty upwards to its funnel-shaped mouth.  It climbed over her face and Misty felt the maw's horrible, warm sliminess.

Despite her attempt at trying to break free, the Octillery retained a firm grip on Misty. Slowly, Misty were fed forwards, head-first into the funnel-like mouth. Misty cringed as the fleshy orange hose suckled on her face, encasing it with warm, spongy flesh. She could feel it climbing further and further up her face, drawing the girl gently and carefully into it. And because Octillery's had such stretchy, boneless bodies, it was able to work the human into itself with ease. More and more of Misty was forced into itself, the funnel like mouth now held her entire head, Misty feeling the soft lining of the Octillery’s mouth clinging to her neck. It suckled on her like a lollipop, obviously enjoying her taste as it continued to pull Misty into its mouth. Gradually, the silky, lukewarm lining of the Pokémon’s funnel-like orifice transformed into the much hotter internal flesh within the Octillery’s head, Mist'ys own head now sandwiched in between thick folds of flesh as a horribly warm, gooey substance formed a glazing over her hair whilst the aquatic Pokémon contently worked its mouth over her majestic breasts. It enjoyed the way they bounced about in its mouth, sucking on them and murring in delight. So nice, it thought to itself.

Misty would do nothing more than whimper as more of her body was forced within the Octillery’s mouth. Releasing its grip on Misty with its tentacles, the orange Pokémon began to pulse its long mouth over Misty's chest and midsection, easing itself over her helpless form. Inside, Misty tried to fight back but there was nothing there, just a hot slimy chamber seeping with goo that Misty were gradually filling.

Working gently but firmly the Octillery drew her behind into its mouth, pulling itself over Misty. Misty shivered as Misty felt the funnel-like mouth climb over her behind, as it happily sucked on the tasty rump meat, enjoying the feel of her bouncing cheeks almost as much as her breasts. And then thanks to another long slow gulp the Octillery eased the main bulk of Misty within itself. Terrified, Misty curled up within the Octillery’s body surrounded by warm cushiony flesh as her legs slid in as well.

The Octillery tightened its long mouth, sealing Misty inside.  Desperately, Misty pushed against the flexing lining of the Pokémon’s mouth but the boneless creature had Misty well and truly trapped. Beginning to move through the water, the Octillery spiralled its tentacles, its body quivering as it propelled itself along to the bottom of the pool, feeling Misty settling down. Maybe it'd let her out, maybe it wouldn't...

Oh, yes, it would have to let her out. It HAD to do this again, it thought to itself, belly full to bursting, full up of the delicious, yummy trainer.