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>You are Misty, Gym Leader of Cerulean City Gym.
>Ever since Ash left Kanto to pursue his dream to be a Pokemon Master, you have been lonely.
>You barely hear from him or Brock, who's probably chasing after a Nurse Joy or Officer Jenny clone.
>Bastard still owes you for destroying your bike.
>Since you have nothing better to do, you have been taking your time training to be the best gym leader.
>So you can put these smug trainers in their place.
>Things have looked up since you've taken back control of the Cerulean gym from your older sisters.
>The nerve of them just giving away badges like it was Halloween candy.
>At least you have them working under you now cleaning the tanks and working the aquarium.
>Who's the lame sister now, bitches?!
>Surprisingly, they all mysteriously "gotten sick", so you're here all yourself cleaning the tanks and caring for the resident Pokemon of your aquarium/gym combo.
>Meaning literally the pool's closed.
>But sometimes, you have to take a break from all that battling.
>You may lose your kindhearted self if all you do is battle.
>Besides, this is a great time to bond with all your water Pokemon.
>You feed the Dewgongs, wash your Starmie and Staryu, swim with the Goldeens and Seakings, and even battle with the Gyarados.
>That fucker likes to spam Dragon Rage for some reason.
>Must be a one trick pony.
>As you check off the list, you finally come to the last tank.
>You don't know much about it, but see that it's really messy.
>Ink...ink everywhere.
>The only thing you know about this Pokemon is that your sisters dubbed him "Mr. Feely."
>Sigh to yourself, seeing that this will be the biggest project of the day.
"Well, time to get to work."
>First step is to drain all the water.
>All 10,000 gallons from the tank...
>The water is so mucky and black that you could barely see inside.
>Good thing the drain at the bottom was large enough, so it only took an hour.
>In the meantime, you tuned into the Unova League Championships and see that Ash made it to the semi-finals.
>This is the furthest you've ever seen him get.
>And then...he chokes.
"GOD DAMNIT ASH!!"
>He always does this. Get so close to victory and then blows it.
>If he was here...
>If he was here with you right now...
>Your lower lips begin to tremble thinking about that goofball of a trainer.
>It took some time apart from him, but you came to the realization that you actually liked him.
>Maybe even love...and it hurt to see him lose like that.
>At least he wasn't as torn up about this like the Indigo League.
>He stood in the empty stadium once everything was over with. Just thinking.
>Now you're stuck on him, wishing you can go on more adventures with him.
>Maybe even...take your friendship a little further.
>Your hazy thoughts were interrupted by the blaring alarm signaling that the tank has finished draining.
>Hop up to your feet.
>Feel the dampness in your loins rubbing against your hairless muff.
"Might as well hurry so I can take care of this."
>Grab a good amount of cleaning supplies and climb inside the tank.
>Notice that the glass has black gunk stuck to it.
>In the far corner, there was a large cave.
>It was hard to see inside, but you suspect the Pokemon in question lives in there.
>Whatever was living in here must be lonely.
>Time to flex your cleaning muscles and give this tank a good scrub down.
>Time for a cleaning montage.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPFCHuEegsk
>You work hard scraping the black gunk of the glass until you could see what lies on the other side.
>Grab your trusty mop and bucket and clean the floor from the same black gunk.
>See that the place looks a bit drab and call in some help.
>Calling out Psyduck, you have him grab some decorations to make it look like an under sea paradise.
>A whack on the head or two got his psychic powers working right though.
>Don't know what's up with him. Always a weird one.
>After his job was done, you returned him to his pokeball and finished sprucing up the place.
>While you worked, a certain Pokemon lurked in the cavern shadows eyeing your petite body.
>You were so oblivious and engrossed in your work while humming the montage song that you barely notice an appendage stroking your rear.
>It was nothing more than light petting.
>But over time, it got bolder as more join the Grope-a-Palloosa.
>When one of the slimy tentacles strokes your nethers, a red flag goes off in your head.
"What the..."
>Before you could react with your trusty Mop of Destruction +3, your limbs were held in place.
>You struggle for freedom, but the strength of this Pokemon was too great.
>That was until you see the coloration of...whatever is holding you against your will.
"Wait...it can't be. This Pokemon is..."
>You see a shadow moving from the cave on the far side of the tank.
>Your iris shrinks as you behold the sight of the Pokemon that haunts your dreams.
>The same Pokemon that attacked Porta Vista.
>"TEN...TA...CRUEL...."
"Oh fuck...."
>Where did this Tentacruel come from?
>Why do we have a Tentacruel in this gym?
>And why in the hell were you not informed about this?
>Some sisters have some explaining to do!
'If only you could reach to your pokeball and...'
>As if God heard your prayers, your Psyduck hops out of his ball.
"Psyduck! Psy..."
>...this must be some kind of joke, but this is all you got.
"Psyduck...use Psychic!"
>The water fowl looks at you, then towards the gigantic squid Pokemon.
>Then back at you.
"DAMN IT! JUST DO SOMETHING!?"
>"PSY PSY PSY PSY PSY PSY!!!!"
>He quickly climbs out of the tank, leaving you all alone.
>And you just had to leave your trusted Starmie and Staryu in their tanks on the other side of the gym.
>God must really hate you.
>Probably for all the cock-blocking you did to Brock.
>Or your general bitchy attitude towards Ash.
>You swear you were trying to be tsundere...you think.
>"TENTA..."
>Your body trembles in fear as your bladder seems to void itself of its contents.
>First time you've pissed yourself since you were 3.
>Is this it?
>Are you going to die?
>You can't die now...not a virgin.
"P-Please...Tentacruel. I'm just trying to clean your tank, make it pretty. Please don't kill me."
>"Tenta?"
>It tilts it's head as it cold stare bore through you.
>"Cruel cruel cruel...Tenta..."
>Wait...did he just laugh?
>Oh hell nah!
"This isn't funny! I have a whole life ahead of me. I at least want to have children!"
>"Cruel? Tentacruel!"
>You see one of his tendrils reach towards you chest.
>Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.
>Now you're going to die via bludgeoning.
>Shut your eyes as you feel his tentacle wrap around...your shirt?
"What the?"
>In one swift motion, your shirt is stripped off of you.
>Your bare chest visible to the monster of a Pokemon.
"That was my favorite shir- EEEK!"
>The slimy tendril returns to give you a personal breast exam.
>And it's not for checking cancer.
"Unnn..."
>Tentacruel's tentacles were infact cruel.
>Wraping around and squeeznig your supple breasts while flicking your nipples are beyond torture.
>Your drenched panties from your daydream and your accident won't dry anytime soon.
>This Pokemon's assault on your tender breasts is only making your loins ache and release the sweet nectar of your arousal.
>But even though your body is all gun-ho for this, your mind is taking a completely different stance.
"D-Damn it...let me go! This isn't funny! Is this how you treat the woman that just cleaned your ta- EEEP!"
>You're lifted high into the air and held upside down while having your breasts toyed with.
>Being face to face of this monster of a molester is frightening to say the least.
>His gaze wasn't as cold as before.
>But you could tell where this is going.
>You've read enough pokeporn to know what may happen next, and you want nothing to do with that.
>Struggle with all your might to break free.
"Listen you damn octopus, I am the leader of Cerulean Gym! You are MY Pokemon! You will listen to my command! And I command you to LET...ME..GO!"
>"Cruel Ten Tenta Ten Tentacruel!" ["You don't have enough badges to tame me!"]
>You had no idea what he just said, but when you felt another slimey tentacle grabbing hold of your denim shorts.
"DAMN IT STOP!"
>It rips off with little to no effort.
>The only thing that's keeping you from being naked are your soaked, green and red striped panties.
>These were your favorite pair.
>And there's the same tentacle coming to give your last peice of undergarment the same treatment.
>Your entire body shivers from the cool air, fear, and unwanted pleasure.
"Please...Tentacruel...don't...."
>"Tenta...CRUEL!"
"IYAAAAAAAAYN!!!!"
>It's all gone...
>You're naked in front of Mr. Feely.
>Exposed.
>"Cruel..."
>He double's his efforts as your tits are massaged in his slimy grip.
>Your body betrays you.
>This isn't supposed to happen.
>Ash was supposed to be your first.
>Not a Pokemon, and definitely not a Tentacruel.
"NOOOOOO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"
>He doesn't listen.
>No one ever does.
>Feel his tendrils prod at your sopping sex, begging for entry into your virgin canal.
>"Please...don't do this."
>Grind your teeth as it dives further into your folds.
>It comes in contact with your hymen.
"No no no no no no no! This shouldn't happen!"
>"Tenta..."
"Not like this..."
>"Cruel..."
"Ash...Ash...save me."
>"CRUEL!"
>He jabs it deep inside.
>All you could do is scream and wail in pain as you are viciously violated by a Pokemon that should be under your command.
"Ash! It hurts! Ash...ASH!"
>A stream of tears roll up your face and drip against the cold ground many yards below you.
>And even though you show extreme displeasure, Tentacruel never lets up with his vicious thrusts deep into your pussy while groping your breast harder than a Machamp putting a Pokemon in a sleeper hold.
>Pain...disgust...embarrassment...fear...
>The only things your tiny body can feel right now.
>You don't even fight it anymore.
>It isn't even worth it anymore.
>He'll get bored with you...then you can go cry in a shower.
>The damage is done.
"Ash..."
>You try to stay awake, but it's hard to stay conscious with this immense mixture of pleasure and pain.
>The last thought you have was of Ash leaving on the boat to Hoenn.
>You smile through the sobs as you say the words you were so afraid to tell him before he left.
"...I love you..."
END

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>You are Misty, Gym Leader of Cerulean City Gym.
>Ever since Ash left Kanto to pursue his dream to be a Pokemon Master, you have been lonely.
>You barely hear from him or Brock, who's probably chasing after a Nurse Joy or Officer Jenny clone.
>Bastard still owes you for destroying your bike.
>Since you have nothing better to do, you have been taking your time training to be the best gym leader.
>So you can put these smug trainers in their place.
>Things have looked up since you've taken back control of the Cerulean gym from your older sisters.
>The nerve of them just giving away badges like it was Halloween candy.
>At least you have them working under you now cleaning the tanks and working the aquarium.
>Who's the lame sister now, bitches?!
>Surprisingly, they all mysteriously "gotten sick", so you're here all yourself cleaning the tanks and caring for the resident Pokemon of your aquarium/gym combo.
>Meaning literally the pool's closed.
>But sometimes, you have to take a break from all that battling.
>You may lose your kindhearted self if all you do is battle.
>Besides, this is a great time to bond with all your water Pokemon.
>You feed the Dewgongs, wash your Starmie and Staryu, swim with the Goldeens and Seakings, and even battle with the Gyarados.
>That fucker likes to spam Dragon Rage for some reason.
>Must be a one trick pony.
>As you check off the list, you finally come to the last tank.
>You don't know much about it, but see that it's really messy.
>Ink...ink everywhere.
>The only thing you know about this Pokemon is that your sisters dubbed him "Mr. Feely."
>Sigh to yourself, seeing that this will be the biggest project of the day.
"Well, time to get to work."

>First step is to drain all the water.
>All 10,000 gallons from the tank...
>The water is so mucky and black that you could barely see inside.
>Good thing the drain at the bottom was large enough, so it only took an hour.
>In the meantime, you tuned into the Unova League Championships and see that Ash made it to the semi-finals.
>This is the furthest you've ever seen him get.
>And then...he chokes.
"GOD DAMNIT ASH!!"
>He always does this. Get so close to victory and then blows it.
>If he was here...
>If he was here with you right now...
>Your lower lips begin to tremble thinking about that goofball of a trainer.
>It took some time apart from him, but you came to the realization that you actually liked him.
>Maybe even love...and it hurt to see him lose like that.
>At least he wasn't as torn up about this like the Indigo League.
>He stood in the empty stadium once everything was over with. Just thinking.
>Now you're stuck on him, wishing you can go on more adventures with him.
>Maybe even...take your friendship a little further.
>Your hazy thoughts were interrupted by the blaring alarm signaling that the tank has finished draining.
>Hop up to your feet.
>Feel the dampness in your loins rubbing against your hairless muff.
"Might as well hurry so I can take care of this."
>Grab a good amount of cleaning supplies and climb inside the tank.
>Notice that the glass has black gunk stuck to it.
>In the far corner, there was a large cave.
>It was hard to see inside, but you suspect the Pokemon in question lives in there.
>Whatever was living in here must be lonely.
>Time to flex your cleaning muscles and give this tank a good scrub down.

>Time for a cleaning montage.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPFCHuEegsk
>You work hard scraping the black gunk of the glass until you could see what lies on the other side.
>Grab your trusty mop and bucket and clean the floor from the same black gunk.
>See that the place looks a bit drab and call in some help.
>Calling out Psyduck, you have him grab some decorations to make it look like an under sea paradise.
>A whack on the head or two got his psychic powers working right though.
>Don't know what's up with him. Always a weird one.
>After his job was done, you returned him to his pokeball and finished sprucing up the place.
>While you worked, a certain Pokemon lurked in the cavern shadows eyeing your petite body.
>You were so oblivious and engrossed in your work while humming the montage song that you barely notice an appendage stroking your rear.
>It was nothing more than light petting.
>But over time, it got bolder as more join the Grope-a-Palloosa.
>When one of the slimy tentacles strokes your nethers, a red flag goes off in your head.
"What the..."
>Before you could react with your trusty Mop of Destruction +3, your limbs were held in place.
>You struggle for freedom, but the strength of this Pokemon was too great.
>That was until you see the coloration of...whatever is holding you against your will.
"Wait...it can't be. This Pokemon is..."
>You see a shadow moving from the cave on the far side of the tank.
>Your iris shrinks as you behold the sight of the Pokemon that haunts your dreams.
>The same Pokemon that attacked Porta Vista.
>"TEN...TA...CRUEL...."
"Oh fuck...."

>Where did this Tentacruel come from?
>Why do we have a Tentacruel in this gym?
>And why in the hell were you not informed about this?
>Some sisters have some explaining to do!
'If only you could reach to your pokeball and...'
>As if God heard your prayers, your Psyduck hops out of his ball.
"Psyduck! Psy..."
>...this must be some kind of joke, but this is all you got.
"Psyduck...use Psychic!"
>The water fowl looks at you, then towards the gigantic squid Pokemon.
>Then back at you.
"DAMN IT! JUST DO SOMETHING!?"
>"PSY PSY PSY PSY PSY PSY!!!!"
>He quickly climbs out of the tank, leaving you all alone.
>And you just had to leave your trusted Starmie and Staryu in their tanks on the other side of the gym.
>God must really hate you.
>Probably for all the cock-blocking you did to Brock.
>Or your general bitchy attitude towards Ash.
>You swear you were trying to be tsundere...you think.
>"TENTA..."
>Your body trembles in fear as your bladder seems to void itself of its contents.
>First time you've pissed yourself since you were 3.
>Is this it?
>Are you going to die?
>You can't die now...not a virgin.
"P-Please...Tentacruel. I'm just trying to clean your tank, make it pretty. Please don't kill me."
>"Tenta?"
>It tilts it's head as it cold stare bore through you.
>"Cruel cruel cruel...Tenta..."
>Wait...did he just laugh?
>Oh hell nah!
"This isn't funny! I have a whole life ahead of me. I at least want to have children!"
>"Cruel? Tentacruel!"
>You see one of his tendrils reach towards you chest.
>Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.
>Now you're going to die via bludgeoning.
>Shut your eyes as you feel his tentacle wrap around...your shirt?
"What the?"
>In one swift motion, your shirt is stripped off of you.
>Your bare chest visible to the monster of a Pokemon.
"That was my favorite shir- EEEK!"
>The slimy tendril returns to give you a personal breast exam.
>And it's not for checking cancer.

"Unnn..."
>Tentacruel's tentacles were infact cruel.
>Wraping around and squeeznig your supple breasts while flicking your nipples are beyond torture.
>Your drenched panties from your daydream and your accident won't dry anytime soon.
>This Pokemon's assault on your tender breasts is only making your loins ache and release the sweet nectar of your arousal.
>But even though your body is all gun-ho for this, your mind is taking a completely different stance.
"D-Damn it...let me go! This isn't funny! Is this how you treat the woman that just cleaned your ta- EEEP!"
>You're lifted high into the air and held upside down while having your breasts toyed with.
>Being face to face of this monster of a molester is frightening to say the least.
>His gaze wasn't as cold as before.
>But you could tell where this is going.
>You've read enough pokeporn to know what may happen next, and you want nothing to do with that.
>Struggle with all your might to break free.
"Listen you damn octopus, I am the leader of Cerulean Gym! You are MY Pokemon! You will listen to my command! And I command you to LET...ME..GO!"
>"Cruel Ten Tenta Ten Tentacruel!" ["You don't have enough badges to tame me!"]
>You had no idea what he just said, but when you felt another slimey tentacle grabbing hold of your denim shorts.
"DAMN IT STOP!"
>It rips off with little to no effort.
>The only thing that's keeping you from being naked are your soaked, green and red striped panties.
>These were your favorite pair.
>And there's the same tentacle coming to give your last peice of undergarment the same treatment.
>Your entire body shivers from the cool air, fear, and unwanted pleasure.
"Please...Tentacruel...don't...."
>"Tenta...CRUEL!"
"IYAAAAAAAAYN!!!!"

>It's all gone...
>You're naked in front of Mr. Feely.
>Exposed.
>"Cruel..."
>He double's his efforts as your tits are massaged in his slimy grip.
>Your body betrays you.
>This isn't supposed to happen.
>Ash was supposed to be your first.
>Not a Pokemon, and definitely not a Tentacruel.
"NOOOOOO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"
>He doesn't listen.
>No one ever does.
>Feel his tendrils prod at your sopping sex, begging for entry into your virgin canal.
>"Please...don't do this."
>Grind your teeth as it dives further into your folds.
>It comes in contact with your hymen.
"No no no no no no no! This shouldn't happen!"
>"Tenta..."
"Not like this..."
>"Cruel..."
"Ash...Ash...save me."
>"CRUEL!"
>He jabs it deep inside.
>All you could do is scream and wail in pain as you are viciously violated by a Pokemon that should be under your command.
"Ash! It hurts! Ash...ASH!"
>A stream of tears roll up your face and drip against the cold ground many yards below you.
>And even though you show extreme displeasure, Tentacruel never lets up with his vicious thrusts deep into your pussy while groping your breast harder than a Machamp putting a Pokemon in a sleeper hold.
>Pain...disgust...embarrassment...fear...
>The only things your tiny body can feel right now.
>You don't even fight it anymore.
>It isn't even worth it anymore.
>He'll get bored with you...then you can go cry in a shower.
>The damage is done.
"Ash..."
>You try to stay awake, but it's hard to stay conscious with this immense mixture of pleasure and pain.
>The last thought you have was of Ash leaving on the boat to Hoenn.
>You smile through the sobs as you say the words you were so afraid to tell him before he left.
"...I love you..."

END

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