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Rare and strange Pokemon, that had always been Palm’s main interest. The odder the better. He would search for anything that was rare or unique. He was a great field researcher for his amount of patience and persistence. He would often be told he needed to take a break but he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he did. He either spent his time looking for rare Pokemon or researching rare Pokemon.

So when he had been looking through old journals written by explorers in the library, it always caught his attention when some unidentified Pokemon showed up. Much of the time it turned out to be something already known about, either the explorer didn’t catch a clear glimpse or they badly described what they had seen. But sometimes there truly was something strange. This was one of those times.

The paper was written by a researcher, actually. One who had been stationed on Cinnabar Island. They described how, on one fine morning, they went fishing by the ocean. They had been there for several hours when the strangest sight caught their eye. Something arose from the watery depths. Something of sharp angles, made out of millions of tiny boxes. They wrote that it didn’t resemble any Pokemon they had ever seen. It had no eyes, no mouth, it floated silently, not even dripping water, as if it hadn't been in the water at all.

The researcher ran and quickly wrote down what happened to him.

This particular entry had made its way online some years ago. People had dubbed it “Missingno”. It was a well known and popular cryptid. Palm had a vested interest in cryptids but despite Missingno’s popularity, he had ignored them. Palm thought the concept of a living glitch was absurd, at least he had thought that until he ran into a Porygon Z for the first time. He decided to look into the matter when he had the free time… which ended up taking 2 years. 

He had almost forgotten his plan of looking into the thing when he happened to hear from an old rival of his. Professor Dogwood asked Palm if he could take over a research expedition that he had to drop out of at the last minute. Now, Dogwood hadn’t been planning to look for Missingno. That man would never believe in anything strange unless he saw it right in front of his eyes, and even then he would think it was a well-constructed hoax. No, Dogwood knew that Palm had just finished one of his searches, turns out the rumors of a glowing Eevee were actually just a shiny Eevee that only looked like it was glowing under the moonlight, a bit disappointing Palm felt. Dogwood knew that Palm was available and had asked him simply to lead a regular field research crew along Cinnabar Coast to check in on local Pokemon populations.

Palm would say he doesn’t believe in fate, because he doesn’t. But fuck if this didn’t feel like fate.

- - - - - 

Palm led three lab assistants as they stepped off their flying Pokemon. They weren’t his usual team, he knew none of them and had no intention of doing so. They would be here for the one job, so why even bother. He already named them in his head based on their clothing. Hello, happy (not really) to meet you, Blue Shirt, Red Glasses, and Green Tie! They were supposed to be some of Dogwood’s people. Palm wondered how skilled they would be or if ol’ woody decided to send him interns. Well, Palm supposed he would see their skills for himself.

Their group would be staying at an inn near the sea. This, and their rooms, had already been arranged for by Dogwood ahead of time. Everybody would be getting their own space. Quite fine for Palm’s plans. He knew he’d be spending extra time by the shore on the lookout for any anomalies. He had no need for a roommate asking where he was going so late at night. Afterall, he wasn’t here, officially , for the Missingno.

Palm had already had the chance to set himself up in his room. Not anything exciting, it had the feel and look of a typical motel. The same would be true with everybodies room. He handed each researcher one of the keys and made towards the direction of his room. They would meet up outside at 8 AM tomorrow for the official start of their 3 month long survey. Today was just a day of settling in.

But Palm had already gotten himself settled the day before, when he had arrived. Palm opened his room door, grabbed a snack and a water bottle, and walked outside. If anybody asked, he was just enjoying the fine weather. He sat on a rock which gave a good view of the sea and watched and waited.

He would give himself 5 hours before he would be forced to hit the hay.

He waited.

He ate his bag of chips and drank water.

He waited.

He finished his water bottle.

And he waited. And waited.

Time was up, nothing for today. 

Not to say that Palm was surprised. Finding what one was searching for on the first day would almost be disappointing. His quickest search ever for the strange had been a week. The amount of time it took only made his victory all the more sweet. Another day, another dollar.

- - - - - 

They meet up outside at the agreed on time. Well everybody but Red Glasses. Who ran a half-hour late. She swore up and down that her phone alarm wasn’t working. To say Palm was annoyed would be an understatement. After prompting, she said she was indeed an intern, that this was for college credit. Palm wondered how well she was doing in school if she was as late there as she was with this group.

They headed down to the shoreline and spread out, all keeping within viewing distance to each other. They set up cameras. Then hid behind bushes. And waited.

The day passed by and Palm saw plenty of things. Slowpoke fishing with their tails, mostly catching and eating Magikarp, one of them seemed to have captured a Shellder and consequently evolved. A school of Horsea swam by, one of them playfully stuck its head out from the water and shot a weak water gun at Blue Shirt, making his shirt take on a slightly darker blue hue. He grumbled and moved to a different spot. Krabby scuttled to and fro, sometimes entirely on land, and sometimes back and forth between the land and the sea.

That was it for the first official day. It was becoming dark and it time to head back. Their team was only planning on researching Pokemon the appeared during the day, there had already been a somewhat recent (1 year ago) study specifically on the Cinnabar Pokemon population at night. But this didn’t mean that Palm was done yet.

As he did yesterday he went outside and waited. And as he did yesterday, he saw nothing. Well another day, another dollar.

- - - - - 

By now the team had been at the island for 1 week. Well it was the ending of the 9th day, actually. But a week thereabouts. Palm decided that the crew had become a familiar enough presence to the locals that it was about time to start asking around about Missingno. He might have to skip some of his own observation time, but whatever clues locals could give would likely lead him on the right track.

He wouldn’t make his intentions too obvious if he could, didn’t want to come off as some sort of conspiracy theorist. That would not only discredit himself but the whole team, and while he didn’t care for them that much he had no particular ill will towards them. He mostly asked folks if they had seen any unusual or strange Pokemon or Pokemon behavior. It was a broad question and wouldn’t seem that odd for someone on his team to ask.

He still had a few suspicious looks. Folks who had probably been asked that sort of thing one too many times. None yet, had called him out on it. Most of those sorts just mumbled that they hadn’t seen anything strange. One older man said that he saw a Gyarados, which is unusual but not unheard of. All the same Palm still kept note of that in his mind, not in the secret mission information sort of way, but rather in the sense of what he was actually official here for.

But he found someone who not only had something to say, but decided to actually say it.

She was a short old woman, apparently she had lived her whole life here, according to a young boy that referred Palm to her. “If you're looking for a strange story mister, talk to Mrs Addeline, she knows everything!” Well talk to “Mrs Addeline” is just what Palm will do.

She snorted at his question, in a laughing manner. “Unusual Pokemon…” she muttered. She looked up at Palm dead in the eyes. “I know exactly what you’re here for, young man.” 

( Young? I’m in my 30s… )  Palm thought to himself.

“You’re after that… creature. The one that breaks reality.”

“Missingno?”

“I hear that’s what the tourists are calling it.”

Palm stood there and stared as they both lapsed into silence, waiting for the other to speak first. After a minute Palm relented. “Yes. Fine. Missingno. I’m looking for it. Do you have a problem with that? Can you tell me anything about it?”

“I’ll tell you what. It’s real. But it best be left alone.” Addeline slowly turned around and walked to a shelf on the far wall of her house. Palm could almost hear her old bones creaking as she moved. She picked up an old sepia photo of two young women and turned towards Palm again.

“Cinnabar. Many people go missing here. It gets chalked up to drowning, and I’m sure there are some that are missing after being swallowed by the sea. But I know it’s that creature. That creature that could hardly be called one. A better word would be an abomination, really. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, albeit briefly.”

Addeline held out the photo she had picked up. Palm took a closer look at it and realized the resemblance. The two women looked like sisters. He looked back up as the women continued.

“That was me and my sister Lily, about a year before what happened to her. Already by then there had been an uptick in disappearances, especially in fishermen. They would go in groups for safety. My sister and I, sometimes we would join them, well, join the ones we had a hankering for anyway. We thought ourselves invincible, as is the way with so many young people, yourself included, it would seem. But of course, everything went wrong.

It happened just as we were arriving back to shore. That thing emerged from the water. Like a million strangely colored nats that moved like a school of fish, it was a being made of tiny pieces. It didn’t look alive, I’m still not sure if it really was. But it could move. We all screamed. It had Tentacool like appendages that came out from its body. By the time I saw that, I ran for it. Didn’t look back. I trusted that my sister and the two fishermen were behind me. But they weren’t. I realized that when I made it back to our family’s house. Lily wasn’t with me.

I knew in that instant that that thing was behind the disappearances. I counted myself lucky and assumed that the others didn’t make it. I wasn’t entirely wrong, but I wasn’t quite right either. Lily came stumbling back a couple of hours later while I was in the middle of trying to think of what to say to our parents. Lily’s shorts were missing and her shirt was torn up, she had a single sock on, I don't know what happened to the other, or the shoes. She was walking funny and was as pink as Pecha when I asked her what happened. 

She told me that the monster attacked her, that the two men were killed and eaten by it while protecting her, but she managed to get away. Obviously something was missing from her story but she refused to say. She wouldn’t tell anyone. She started acting a bit strange afterward, not so strange that she seemed to be a different person. But let’s say… she was much hungrier for men. I was a bit surprised given that her last crush before then was, according to her, eaten by that monster. But maybe that life or death experience was a strong reminder to chase her life goals. She always wanted a family.

But it was more than her hunger for love that was strange. She would spend large amounts of time away, swimming off on her Staryu, and then not returning until the end of the day. I tried to follow her a few times but she kept losing me, whatever it was she was doing, she didn’t want me to see. I would head out ahead of her to try to catch her that way, it worked a tad better but she still eluded me. 

There was only one time that I caught her at something. But I’m not entirely sure how it’s related but I’m sure that it was. She was standing on a small rock island staring at some newly laid Pokemon eggs. She looked conflicted about something. I tried asking her about it right then and there. I swear she had the move Bounce with how high she jumped when I said that. She said that she was just thinking about taking one of the eggs to expand her team but decided against it. She wouldn’t say anything further on the matter. What I find so strange is… where was the mother Pokemon. Those eggs looked like they had only just been laid, they were still wet. But I didn’t see anything there but Lily and her Staryu, and I know it wasn’t her Staryu.

Lily ended up falling in love with, and marrying, a rich tourist not long after that. She moved off the island with him. I only saw her in person once and awhile after that, when she came to visit. She and that man had 36 kids together! If you could believe it! I hardly can, and I’m their aunt! From what I saw and heard of him, he had a hunger to match my sister. I’d ask you to try talking to my sister if you wanted to try your luck with answers but she died 5 years ago, her husband died a couple of years before her.

All this to say, there’s something strange about that thing. It did something to her, of what I’m not entirely sure, but I dread the theories that come to my mind. I’d advise you leave this thing alone, for your own well being. There’s been an increase in disappearances these last couple of years and I wouldn’t want to see you or your friends join that group, nor do I want to see one of you folks go through whatever my sister did.”

Palm had sat there enraptured through her tale. And almost startled when Addeline addressed him. He got up and thanked her from the bottom of his heart for telling her story, and he meant it, it didn’t seem like something easy to talk about. He said he would consider her warning, and left.

Well he would consider in so much as to try to be prepared to throw out his Pokemon if that thing attacked him. It would be 4 against 1, plus whatever the other researchers had if they were present when it appeared. He knew Green Tie had a Staraptor. Palm himself had a Goodra, a Relicanth, a Pelipper, and a Spiritomb. He was sure he could defend himself if it choose to attack.

- - - - - 

Time passed as it tends to do. It'd been a little more than a month since the time Palm had talked to Addeline. Who he had also come to learn wasn’t married despite the young boy referring to her as “Mrs”, turns out he was a little confused and called every older woman that.

Green Tie was releasing one of the wild Pokemon they had caught to examine. A Slowpoke. It was perfectly healthy, but was a bit old to still not be evolved. One thing that they had found was that the Shellder population seems to have fallen. Red Glasses theorized it was because of pollution, Palm agreed.

It was another perfectly average day. Just as every other day had been. Not that Palm feared he wouldn’t find Missingno. He knew it was real now, he was sure of it. But he was thinking it was unlikely that he would find it during this ecological survey. He was already making plans in his head to return, although he still had more than a month with these three, he just knew it would take away to find his target, it usually does.

It was the end of the research day and everybody was double checking they had everything before heading back to the inn. Palm had everything ready on his end, but he wouldn’t leave until he was sure the rest of the team had everything packed away. Including any wrappers from the food they ate. No littering on Palm’s watch!

Another day, another doll- ( what was that? )

Palm swore he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He stared at a ripple in the water. He didn’t think any of the others saw it, they were too focused on other things. There was a shape. Something that Palm couldn't identify, not from here. Palm heart soared in excitement as he got up to take a closer look.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but it was a bit too late not to feel excited. It could be Missingno but it could easily be something else. It was something big judging by the size of the repeated ripples and the size of the dark figure. Maybe it would actually turn out to be that Gyarados one of the locals mentioned.

The other three stopped what they were doing when they saw Palm moving towards the water. They joined him in creeping closer, their eyes also sparking with interest in what wild Pokemon could be present.

Just as Palm got to the edge of the water and leaned out a little. He quickly threw himself back in surprise as something burst out of the water. He felt a brief moment of confusion as he realized that despite being right next to it, he hadn’t gotten wet at all. Palm looked up. And saw. Whatever the fuck that thing is.

The various descriptions didn’t do it the best justice. Missingno was like a tear in reality. A living glitch. It was hard to get his eyes to focus on it because it was like trying to focus on nothing. There was a sound, like someone rapidly moving their hands around a theremin. From what Palm could make out, it indeed looked sort of like a blocky shape made of pixels… if each individual pixel were alive and vibrating.

He was so caught up in just trying to understand what he was looking at he almost forgot Addeline’s warning, almost. Palm reached into his pocket to send out his ace Pokemon Penn, his Goodra. He pressed on the release button. Nothing happened. He looked at the Pokemon ball in his hand. It was still in its shrunken form for better transport when it should have already grown by now. He started button mashing the button, but it wasn’t working. It felt like it was stuck.

He tried his Relicanth, stuck. He tried his Spiritomb, stuck. He tried his Pelipper, and just as feared, it was stuck. Palm turned his head to look at the other researchers, who seemed to be having a similar problem. Green Tie was muttering while button mashing, “Feathers! Feathers! I really need you right now!” Blue Shirt with a panic stricken face was trying to force one of his Pokeballs open with a screwdriver. Red Glasses was rummaging around in her bag with a look of concentration.

Palm watched as she pulled out an Ultra Ball, it wasn’t shrunk down. Palm knew that none of her Pokemon was kept in an Ultra Ball. Red Glasses got in the position that any trainer knew. The I’m-about-to-throw-this-ball-really-hard look. She squinted her eyes in determination and threw with all her might.

Palm snapped his head towards Missingno. Was he about to see it get caught? As far as he knew no one had ever tried catching it before, at least Addeline hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort. The Ultra Ball sped towards the Missingno’s body and then it… uh? It just sort of vanished just as it was hitting the Missingno. It looked almost like it had fallen into the Missingno.

The thing screeched like a knife on metal. Everybody covered their ears. Palm watched as he saw the… tentacles come out of its void-like body. He wondered if it could use a move like Vine Whip or Constrict with those, as it reminded him of the vines that the Bulbasaur line had. Everything seemed frozen for a moment as the researchers waited to see what the creature would do.

In the blink of an eye, reality rushed forward as the tentacle arms of the creature lashed out and smacked everybody to the ground. Palm’s head almost hit a rock. But He had little time to worry about what could have potentially killed him, because he was far from safe. The tentacles could indeed use Constrict after all. 

He was still reeling from hitting the dirt so suddenly, when he felt something grab around his midriff and lift him up into the air. A quick glance showed that all the researchers had been grabbed. And while Palm only hit the dirt when he was knocked down, Blue Shirt wasn’t so lucky. He was limp like a stuffed toy and his head was bleeding. Palm couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not, he wondered if that mattered at this point. Hell, maybe Blue Shirt was actually the lucky one.

Palm tried wiggling to see if he had any leeway in slipping out but the void tentacle just gripped him tighter. Then something caught his eye. Flecks of colored light floating up, getting smaller until they disappeared. The odd sight caused Palm to pause in thinking of a way to escape. He didn’t need to wonder long what they were before feeling cool air against his legs and realizing that his pants were literally dissolving into thin air. 

( WHAT?! )

He looked around in panic and saw the same was happening to the other researchers. Green Tie let out a shrill scream despite having kind of a deep voice. Red Glasses managed to wiggle out an arm and started trying to punch the tentacle to little reaction. Blue Shirt, of course, did nothing considering the whole unconscious, maybe already dead, situation he was in.

And of course Missingno didn’t stop at doing a disappearing act on just their pants. Palm closed his legs as he felt his underwear disappearing too, his hands tightly gripping the tentacle out of surprise and discomfort. He couldn’t get a good view, not that he wanted to, of his assistants to see if they were having a similar experience. But given Green Tie’s even shriller scream and Red Glasses punching picking up steam alongside her loudly cursing, Palm figured it was a safe bet but that they, and Blue Shirt too, had lost their underwear. At this rate, Palm was worried that they were all going to end up completely naked.

Something new happened. Three additional smaller tentacles appeared, stretching out of Missingno’s staticy body. Those three tentacles moved themselves over to the assistants, one tentacle for each. They were out of view, being behind them. If Green Tie and Red Glasses managed to turn around they would see it. With that thought Palm struggled to shift himself in the tentacle’s grip to get a view behind his own self. He didn’t see anything, but that didn’t stop the dread that there must be one of those smaller tentacle’s within his vicinity. He just couldn’t see it. Maybe it moved as he moved to stay behind him. Maybe there really wasn’t one there. But why wouldn’t there be?

He heard a sound behind him. Something like a wet squish quickly followed by Green Tie and Red Glasses screaming simultaneously. Palm shifted back around as quickly as he could. The sight he saw before his eyes shocked him, never in a million years did he expect that this was where the situation was going. Maybe the dissolving clothing should have been a sign.

The smaller tentacles, quite frankly, were fucking the assistants. Red Glasses, in her pussy. Green Tie and and Blue Shirt were getting fucked in the ass. The situation was so out of left field that Palm almost forgot to worry about himself. But then he did remember about himself and started wildly looking around. Once again, no Palm-assigned tentacle in sight. 

The sound of moaning caused him to look back. Red Glasses traded pounding her fist on the tentacle to scratching it, but she was doing that much more absentmindedly, and more slowly. There was still a look of concentration on her face as she occasionally softly moaned as the tentacle pumped in and out of her. Green Tie didn’t have that same concentration, he was, to use some modern slang “lost in the sauce”, his wiggling seemed to have less to do with escaping and more about creating extra friction. Blue Shirt was probably dead. Palm wasn’t sure what it would take to wake up someone unconscious, but he was pretty sure being fucked in the ass by a tentacle would do that. Missingno didn’t seem to care, you can add necrophilia to the list of its crimes alongside being a rapist. Not that an Eldritch being would really care about crimes.

Palm found himself blushing as Green Tie loudly moaned and uh… started leaking. He now had a good view of that man’s penis and it was pointing right up to the sky. The tentacle wasn’t holding him as tightly as before, pretty confident that Green Tie wasn’t going anywhere now. Red Glasses scratching had slowed down to a halt. She too, appeared to be getting lost in pleasure.

They were both moaning a lot, eyes rolled up. Palm really wanted out of here. Not to look an already dead horse in the mouth, but he wondered why the Missingno hadn’t popped one of its probably-infinite peckers into him as well. Did it want to make him watch ? Palm would be worried about complaints to their regular boss, Dogwood, if he wasn’t so sure he was going to die at the end of all of this. His mind wandered to what Addeline told him. He now had a pretty solid understanding of what happened to Lily’s pants.

He checked Blue Shirt’s body again, at least it wouldn’t be moaning. Instead something else was happening. Blue Shirt’s body was quickly shriveling up. The tentacle pushing in and out of his body had bulges moving from where the tentacle had entered the body, down the tentacle, and to Missingno. He was quite literally being eaten out. Palm gasped, not in pleasure to clarify, but in horror.

He turned his attention back towards the other two, but more specifically the tentacles in their bodies. There the bulges were, much smaller than the amount being sucked out of the already dead body, but still there. Red Glasses had joined Green Tie in moaning with reckless abandon, both of their bodies moving to the rhythm of the tentacle fucking. And as Palm closely examined their bodies with his eyes he could see the effect the life force sucking was having. Both researchers were getting thinner, he could see their bones starting to poke out.

The tentacle was starting to move more quickly in Green Tie, he screamed in delight, his white juices flying like a freshly opened champagne bottle. Palm flinched back as a bit of it splashed on his face. He desperately wished he could properly move his arms to wipe it off. And with the tentacle moving more quickly, so did its act of sucking. Green Tie was looking more and more like a skeleton but he was still alive and didn’t seem to care, or even notice. He was laughing and moaning, thrusting into the air and painting the ground below them in sperm that just kept coming out of him like a fountain. Then, like a puppet whose strings are cut, he flopped over, limp. It didn’t take a genius to know that Green Tie had joined Blue Shirt. The sucking on the dead body continued.

Palm checked Blue Shirt again. By now there wasn’t much left. Just a bag of skin filled with bones. But, to Palm’s further horror, that was being sucked up too. He could see the vague shape of bones replacing the round shape that the bulges had previously been in. Palm watched as bone after bone went through the tentacle to the main body. And the skin bag became flatter and flatter until that’s all there was left. And then the tentacle sucked in the skin bag, resulting in one final large bulge.

Palm didn’t need to watch Green Tie, he already knew what would happen to his body. Instead he watched the last one that was still alive. As soon as his gaze fell upon her the tentacle started to pick up in pace in a similar manner to what it did to Green Tie. Palm tried looking away but that didn’t seem to slow it down judging by Red Glasses reverent screams. Palm’s curiosity got the best of him and he looked. Indeed Red Glasses was getting gaunt. She was crying but smiling, pushing herself back and forth into the tentacle even though it was killing her. He could see that the tentacle around her hole had been covered in female cum. Not that it phased him that much, not at this point.

He watched as she got thinner and thinner as more and more leaked out of her pussy. The tentacle just kept greedily sucking her dry, until she too slumped over dead. The tentacle continued sucking. There goes her organs, her bones, her flesh, the tentacle ate up everything. Palm watched in empty, hopeless horror.

Once again he found himself asking the question of why it left him for last. He dreaded feeling that thing stick inside him, even if he had gotten horny. He could admit it, almost. That all the sex and moaning and juices had made his own dick perk up a little. But the horror of watching three people getting sucked through a tentacle straw was sobering. He wanted to go home. He didn’t want to become some mindless sex thing getting fucked to death. He liked being able to think properly, thank you !

Despite the lack of success before, he started wiggling as much as he could. The tentacle gripped him tighter and knocked the wind out of him. As he was regaining his breath he felt something suddenly jam itself into his mouth. Oh Arc, another small tentacle, was it going to suck his insides out through his mouth?! Maybe it would be better to get killed through his ass actually, because then he wouldn’t really be aware of what was happening to him.

But then felt some sort of liquid starting to fill his mouth, and it wasn’t saliva. It had a slight sweet taste to it and it was thick. Palm tried not to swallow but as his mouth filled up and with the other exit blocked, the whatever-it-was had nowhere to go but down. Palm didn’t want it in his lungs. So he was forced to swallow.

It goes down slower than he would have liked, easily coating the walls of his throat.. It was like trying to drink molasses. Slowly but surely it was going down and a continued slow trickle from the tentacle in his mouth ensured there would be more but not as overwhelming an amount so long as he didn’t try to hold it in his mouth again.

Only ten seconds of this and he was already starting to feel… the effects. He was growing a little light headed, his cheeks were flushed, his body felt increasingly warm, and most importantly he was getting very horny and his dick was using Harden. It was starting to get hard to think clearly. He vaguely wondered if this was how the others felt, did that mean Missingno was going to kill him soon? Palm tried to care, he wanted too, but his dick was getting to his head and he just hoped it would fuck him soon so he wouldn’t be feeling so pent up.

He felt something grab a hold of his bottom handle, a quick peak downward let him now that it was another small tentacle. It started moving up and down, and Arc it felt so good! He started thrusting forward to get more friction and the tentacle responded by speeding up. Even in his feelings of bliss he dimly wondered what was going to happen, because he was getting the picture that Missingno might have plans for him that were different from the researchers that it ate. But for the life of him he had no idea what it could possibly want from him

As he continued to thrust, and the tentacle continued to pump his shaft, and the other tentacle continued feeding him what he could only guess was Missingno cum or something, he felt a slight cramping in his midriff. It almost made him pause, but it would take Arc appearing before him to make him stop, so he didn’t. Other than the slight cramping he felt.. Tingly? In his insides. Like how a carbonated beverage made his tongue feel. As he was getting distracted wondering what this feeling was he started to feel like there was something there that wasn't supposed to be there, like his organs had been pushed to the side. At a moment like this he was really wishing he wasn’t so horny right now, because this was really concerning him. He didn’t feel any pain but it was uncomfortable.

A growing pressure in his dick brought him back to focus on the thrusting. He was almost there! Palm was hit with a feeling of euphoria as he released but the moment didn’t last long as the pressure started mounting again. One time wasn’t enough! But his dick wasn’t the only thing leaking to Palm’s confusion. The area between his legs was burning and was getting slick with some sort of liquid. Palm felt weird. Something was different. Missingno had changed something. He wished he could check but he couldn’t get a good view of his pelvis, but he had a guess as to what had just happened. Somehow or other Missingno had caused Palm to grow female sexual organs.

The other tentacles had paused in their activity, with the one that had been handling his dick moving away, to Palm’s disappointment. And the Missingno juice in his mouth had slowed to drops, although the tentacle was still snuggly in his mouth. The larger tentacle holding him moved, bringing him closer to the main body of Missingno. There he could see a new tentacle forming out of the front bottom half of Missingno. It stopped at a short point, nowhere near as long as the other tentacles were. It was thick for its size and instead of the tapered ends that the other tentacles featured, this one had a more rounded end. To be frank it looked a lot like a very large penis. Which concerned Palm but also made him feel really horny.

The tentacle holding him turned him around as it got closer. Palm had a solid idea of where this was going, very solid, like the Missingno’s new tentacle. Even though his eyes were angled away from it, he knew it was close. He just wondered when he was going to feel it in him. He wondered this with both dread and excitement. He could feel the static wafting from the body of the Missingno, it felt like an old TV. As he reached the point where he estimated he was right above it, his stomach dropped metaphorically and literally, because he was quickly thrown downwards.

He felt it fill up his new hole alright. It was so much, it felt like there was barely any room but his insides were so slicked up that it wasn’t any trouble for Missingno dick to slide right in. He screamed (as best as one can with a tentacle in their mouth) at the sudden shock of being filled up so much, but quickly realized he didn’t feel any pain. It just felt really weird, and a bit like eating too much dinner. A pair of small tentacles appeared on either side of him and moved across his body like a buckle, locking his body into place against the static body of Missingno. The larger tentacle that had been holding him before released him and moved away. The tentacle in his mouth remained.

There was but a moment before the Missingno dick started pounding up and down, bouncing Palm along with it. The experience vaguely reminded him of Tauros Rides that were often found at carnivals. He moaned in bliss, feeling the tentacle scratch an inch inside him that he hadn’t realized was there when it first opened only a minute ago. The inch to have himself completely and utterly filled up. There was still a corner or Palm’s brain through all of this that protested how easily he gave into that monster’s will but it was easily over spoken by Palm’s joy.

As the Missingno continued its ruthless crusade inside Palm, spluttering out small blasts of what he could only assume was something like pre-cum, he could feel that it was changing him further. It was hard to put into words the sensation, but it felt like his insides were expanding. He could see that nothing was different on the outside but it felt like the inside of his new-found uterus was somehow bigger than what was possible. It just continued expanding further and further, it ached, but in a good way. And having so much more space inside of him only made him want for it to be filled up more.

It was hard for Palm to wonder what the purpose was for expanding his uterus, he was far too distracted to care what it was doing with him. He got his not-sought-after answer very soon. He felt a small bulge at his entrance and for a brief moment was worried that the Missingno would be sucking him dry after all, before realizing it was going into him rather than out. He could feel it along his uterus walls as it traveled up the very tight tentacle dick. He could feel whatever it was deposited inside him, almost at a distance due to the large space. But he could feel it all right, it was shaped like an egg. 

Palm now knew what Missingno wanted him for, to breed. It was going to lay eggs in him, and a lot of them considering how big it made him. He wanted to be scared, he felt scared about not feeling scared. Because he just wanted Missingno to fill him up already! He felt so empty! He wiggled and humped the air, as the Missingno slowly started bringing more eggs through.

It was to Palm’s utter delight that only the start was slow because the Missingno’s laying soon picked up pace. The constant push of small eggs making their way through him to find the place where Missingno decided they belonged, inside Palm! Palm eagerly sucked on the tentacle in his mouth, filling him up just a little bit more by drinking down its liquid, as well as hoping it would encourage the Missingno to keep going. He moaned and drooled out of the corner of his mouth. ( Keep going! Keep going! Fill me up! Please! ) He would have yelled if his mouth wasn’t preoccupied.

Palm had little idea how long he sat there on Missingno’s dick as it layed egg after egg inside him in a constant and fast stream, alongside liquid that helped to keep Missingno’s tube and the eggs lubricated for easy movement. It just felt to good to care, he never wanted it to end, he could be fucked by Missingno forever and he would be happy. By the change in daylight he was sure that several hours had passed, though he hardly noticed, lost in the moment. It had laid so many eggs in him and was feeling like he was finally getting properly filled up. It felt like there must be around a thousand in there. All the same he wanted the Missingno to just keep going and keep going forever.

But the Missingno was slowing down, the egg stream dropping to a trickle. Palm did his best while constricted to bounce himself up and down on the Missingno member to get it to keep going but it did little but just give up a bit of additional pleasure. The mouth tentacle moved away, and Palm released a whimper. He then realized how sore his jaw was from the constant sucking.

Missingno’s dick had stopped its activity and it floated down to the ground. The small tentacles holding Palm in place released themselves. The Missingno angled its body so Palm would slide off of it. And slid off he did to his utter dismay. He was feeling empty again! More and more of that filling comfort was leaving! Nevertheless, his protests fell of deaf ears as he was unceremoniously dropped onto the ground. Palm turned his head and watched the static beast disappear under the waves back to wherever it came.

Palm layed on the ground feeling cold, confused, and empty. Around him were articles of clothing and pools of semen. He wasn’t sure how much of it was human or Missingno. He still had a shirt on but it would never be clean again, not really. His butt was out for the world to see, and his pussy was still leaking. He worked on catching his breath as he felt whatever high he was on disappearing.

Good Arc. That really happened. Missingno just laid a bunch of eggs inside of him. Yup, just your typical morning day. Getting eggs laid inside you! By a Pokemon that most people don’t believe exists! How’s he going to explain that one.

Palm felt like he was made a fool of, now that he could think clearly. He was left as a begging sex-crazed mess just as the other researchers had been-

Oh Arc! The researchers! What the fuck is he going to tell Dogwood!?!?!