Elara and the Wobbly Wobble-Blob!

The morning sun, a hazy watercolor smeared across the jungle canopy, cast dappled light onto the narrow path. Serena adjusted the brim of her fedora, a faint breeze rustling the silk scarf tied around her neck. Beside her, Ash’s Pikachu twitched an ear, its small body radiating a familiar electric hum. Clemont, ever the meticulous one, checked a reading on his latest invention, a portable air quality monitor. Bonnie, much smaller, skipped ahead, her Dedenne perched on her shoulder, chirping a cheerful tune. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and exotic blossoms, a symphony of unseen insects buzzing deep within the foliage. Suddenly, a cackle sliced through the tranquility, sharp and grating. From behind a thick curtain of vines, Jessie emerged, her magenta hair a wild halo, James a shadow behind her, Meowth perched on his shoulder, a smirk twisting its feline face. "Well, well, well," Jessie purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "if it isn't the twerps. Fancy meeting you out here, just in time for my grand debut!" She gestured dramatically towards a small, dark Pokémon she held aloft, a creature resembling a blob of purple mud, its surface glistening. "This little darling is my secret weapon for the Grand Festival. You won't know what hit you!" Ash’s hand instinctively went to his Poké Ball. "Team Rocket! What are you up to now?" "Just a little... *pre-show entertainment*," James added, a nervous tremor in his voice as he glanced at the squirming Pokémon in Jessie’s grasp. Jessie, ignoring him, gave a triumphant laugh and hurled the mud-like Pokémon with surprising force. It arced through the air, a dark projectile aimed squarely at Serena. Serena gasped, her eyes widening. She tried to dodge, but the creature moved with unnatural speed, a sticky, gelatinous mass. It didn't strike her, not truly. Instead, it adhered, a sickening suction, to her crotch, right against her denim shorts. A collective gasp escaped the group. Serena froze, a shiver of revulsion crawling up her spine. "What… what is this thing?" Her voice was a strained whisper, her hands hovering, unwilling to touch the pulsating mass now clinging to her. Jessie’s laughter echoed through the trees, a triumphant, cruel sound. "That, darling, is a Mukkuru! And it's going to make sure you're *out* of the competition before you even start! Ta-ta!" With a puff of smoke and a flash of light, Team Rocket vanished, leaving behind only the lingering stench of ozone and their malicious mirth. A moment of stunned silence hung in the air, broken only by Bonnie’s small whimper. "Serena, what's happening?" Ash, his face a mask of concern, pulled out his Pokédex. Its screen flickered to life, scanning the bizarre Pokémon. "Mukkuru… The Slime Pokémon. Known for its unique bodily fluids. Its primary attack involves… injecting large quantities of highly potent… *sperm*." The robotic voice of the Pokédex continued, devoid of emotion, "A single Mukkuru can produce enough seminal fluid to fill a standard five-gallon bucket in under an hour. Its tentacles are capable of deep penetration and… Oh, my Arceus!" Ash’s voice cracked, his eyes fixed on the screen, a look of horror spreading across his face. As if on cue, the Mukkuru began to change. Two thick, dark appendages, slick and glistening, burst from its purple mass. They were rigid, thick, undeniably phallic. Serena's breath caught in her throat, a strangled sound escaping her lips. One tentacle, thick as a man's forearm, plunged into the denim, tearing through the fabric with surprising ease, finding the wet warmth between her legs. The other, equally thick and insistent, snaked around, probing, then, with a sickening squelch, forced its way into her ass. A scream tore from Serena’s throat, raw and primal, as both her holes were brutally invaded. Her body seized, an involuntary arching of her back. Her eyes rolled back, a wave of shock, pain, and a terrifying, alien sensation washing over her. "Serena!" Ash cried, rushing forward, but he hesitated, unsure how to help, how to even touch the monstrous thing violating her. Clemont, his face pale, fumbled for a gadget. "I… I don't know what to do! It's… it's fused to her!" Serena’s legs buckled. She stumbled, falling to her knees, her hands clenching into fists, digging into the damp earth. Her hips began to rock, a horrifying, uncontrolled rhythm dictated by the deep, rhythmic thrusts of the Mukkuru's tentacles. A strange, hot pressure built inside her, a searing fullness that spread through her lower abdomen. "It's… it's cumming," she choked out, her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. "Inside… inside me!" Her stomach distended slightly, a visible swelling, as if she had swallowed something large and heavy. A hot, viscous liquid, thick and cloying, filled her womb, then her rectum, a sickening torrent. Her body spasmed, a violent tremor shaking her from head to toe, as the Mukkuru continued its relentless, intern