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James and the Tenta-vines	By : LadyMango Category: Pokemon > General Views: 6346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-James and the Tenta-vines
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Authors note:

The episode, 'The Green Guardian' found here-- http://pokemonepisode.org/episode-432-the-green-guardian/#video -- involves Team rocket getting trapped by poke-vines. http://www.pokemopolis.com/pics/eps/bfrontier/green05.jpg

You don't have to have seen this episode to understand this story.

I think it's fairly obvious how a tentacle-fetishist such as myself would react to this. Hense, I bring you tenta-vines molesting James in both fanart and fanfiction form.

Fanart here – www.y-gallery.net/view/912653/

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The Meowth hot-air balloon rose slowly into the air while it's crew of three slumped tiredly inside the basket. Jessie, James and Meowth had run speedily away from the twerps, knowing that for now it was best to just make a hasty retreat.

The trio had just been through the humiliation of having to ask Ash and his friends for assistance because they had been helplessly entangled by thick, green vines. An embarrassed Team Rocket had been freed and were now fleeing to lick their proverbial wounds. That, and collect their giant metal robot so that they could come back later and teach those damned kids a lesson.

Jessie was sat with her arms crossed, a moody look on her face while Meowth piloted the balloon. James was looking over the side of the basket at the forest below which was covered in a huge mass of vines which stretched for miles.

James dug into his pocket, pulling out one of his prized bottle-caps and inspecting it to make sure that it had not been damaged during their escapades. But before putting it away safely with the rest of his collection he decided to first give it a quick clean to make it shine. He rubbed it on the white material of his shirt and then promptly lost his grip and dropped it. He was so used to wearing his grey gloves that sometimes he forgot how they could hinder his ability to hold fiddly things.

The blue-haired man squealed fearfully as his precious bottle-cap landed on the narrow ledge of the basket and then toppled over the side. Instinctively, he leant over the side and lunged after it, stretching both of his arms out in front of him and flailing wildly as his prized possession bounced down the side of the basket and spun off towards the ground below.

Tears stung at the corners of his eyes at the realisation that he'd lost his bottle-cap for good. Would nothing go right for him today? It wasn't fair at all!

His feet were no longer on the ground and he couldn’t get upright again, he fought to keep his balance, feeling himself starting to topple forward, he was terrified that he'd fall over the side. “Jessie! Help!”

Jessie leapt up from where she had been sat and dived towards her accident prone friend, mumbling all the while at his stupidity, whilst reaching out to grab his legs so that she could pull him back inside but a second before she reached him he dropped away out of sight. She looked over the side and Meowth appeared at her side as James tumbled through the air, screaming loudly.

“That idiot!” Jessie fumed, “now we'll have to land again and go look for him.”

Meowth looked up at her with a concerned expression on his face. “D'ya think he'll be okay?”

The red-head sighed. “Of course, just think how many times we've 'blasted off again.' If we can survive that then he'll certainly be okay after falling from this height.”

“Dat's a good point.” Meowth replied, remembering the many times they'd been blasted high through the air before landing heavily to the ground.

But James was not so confident, he squealed the whole way down, terrified of the inevitable pain of slamming into the ground. His eyes scanned the land directly below him and his lip wobbled in panic, for below him was not water or a shrub to slightly break his fall, no, below him was a thick mass of thorny, scratchy vines... and was it just his imagination or were they moving? They looked as though they were wiggling up towards him!

He cried out as a vine reached him. It wrapped around his middle, bringing his descent to a sudden stop, knocking the air out of his lungs and making him cough and gasp for breath. The green vine started to pull itself back in towards the ground, taking James with it.

James was relieved that this vine had broken his fall but he was still scared of it. Why had the vine grabbed him? What was it going to do with him? He wiggled uncomfortably in it's grasp as the thorns dug into his clothes, he could feel the sharp pressure of them on his skin through the material.

One of James' arms was trapped against his side but his free hand held tightly onto the narrow end of the vine where there were no thorns. As frightened as he was of this strange vine he still didn't want it to let him go just yet, he was scared of slipping from this strange plant's coiled length and crashing through all of the spiky vines below and so he clung onto the vine for dear life.

It was only when the vine had lowered him near to the ground that he begun to struggle in earnest, desperate to get free from his bonds. The thorns tore at his clothes as he wriggled and squirmed but the vine refused to let him go. He tried to tug at the strong vine around his middle but it would not budge and all this achieved was to scratch up his glove on the thorns. Panic grew and he let out a desperate sound of confusion and fear, frowning in irritation as he realised that he was unable to free himself.

James thought back to when they had been trapped before but this seemed different, this vine seemed to have a life of it's own, it had actively seeked him out, it had saved him from a painful fall. He had wondered if this vine were attached to a pokemon but he couldn't hear or see one nearby and he didn't recognise it as belonging to a pokemon either, the vine was the same as any normal plant except for it's odd behaviour.

His fear grew as other vines around him moved closer and he tried to twist his body away from them, bringing his knees closer towards his chest and craning his neck to keep his face away from a vine that had appeared right beside his head.

“Help!” James cried at the top of his lungs, any embarrassment of having to ask the twerps for help a second time was forgotten under the strange circumstances. “Help me!”

There was no reply and he wondered if they were too far away from him to hear. Looking up into the air he saw the Meowth Balloon sinking through the air and landing behind the treetops some distance away. “J... Jessie! Meowth!” he squealed loudly, desperate for help even though he knew they were too far away to hear him. “Somebody help me-” he begged, and then his voice broke and he let out a disgusted and terrified wail as he felt something wet and firm against his face. He forced his head back away from it and stared with wide eyes at the vine before him, squealing as it moved towards him again and rubbed wetly against his cheek.

This was the first time he had felt one of these vines against his skin and he was surprised by the sticky, slippery surface. Now it was closer to his eyes he could see the dampness seeping from the tip of the vine and when he looked at his gloved hand he could see the slime on the material where he had touched one of them earlier. He grabbed the exploring vine and yanked it away from his face.

His breath was coming in short, panicky pants and his eyes were blurred with tears. He could feel the wet slime across his cheek, cool in the air. He cried out as he felt another vine wrap around his leg and he tried to kick it off furiously, screaming and sobbing, but soon vines were tied around his thighs and his calves, holding his legs tightly in place so that he could barely move them at all, save for wiggling his boots uselessly.

He started shouting for help again. “Meowth!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping that the scratch cat could slice through these bonds with his sharp claws - or even an axe! They had all sorts of weapons tucked away in the balloon.

The vine that James was holding tightly in his hand started to wriggle fiercely, trying to break free of his grip but he refused to let it go, scared that it would go back to attacking his face. The thorns were further down it's length where it's body was also wider so at least he didn't have those digging into his fingers, but this plant was very strong and it was taking a lot of effort on James' part to keep hold of it.

The vine changed tactics and suddenly it's length wrapped around his outstretched arm and squeezed tightly. James let out a cry as the pressure on his wrist forced his hand to loosen it's grip ever so slightly, but it was enough for the vine to burst free. It pressed against the side of his face, rubbing it's wetness against his ear and into his blue hair as it explored him. James closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth in disgust.

He tried to grab it again but the tentacle-like creature was still wrapped tightly around his arm, holding it in place and making it impossible to move that arm as well. He tried to move his face away from the slimy appendage but found it difficult to move because another vine had pressed itself across the back of his head, he could feel it's bulbous head move across the nape of his neck and winding around his throat.

James let out a panicked whine, scared that he was about to be choked to death. He tried to free both of his arms but had no success, tears rolled down his cheeks as he realised the full extent of his helplessness. The vine could suffocate him and he was utterly powerless to stop it.

But the green appendage did not wrap all that tightly around his throat and James found that he was still able to breathe with ease. He felt the vine's tip against the dip at the base of his throat as it forced it's way under his white polo-neck shirt. His eyes widened as it pushed beneath his black T-shirt too and he could feel it rubbing across his bare chest. Glancing down, he could see the bulge of it moving beneath the whiteness of his uniform.

Sobs shook his frame, humiliation and disgust gripped him as his chest and face were both smeared with goo and he was poked and prodded by vines. He could do nothing to stop them, his legs and waist were still held tightly by the plants, his arms either pinned to his side or wrapped in a coil of vine.

His humiliation doubled when a vine slithered across his mouth and tried to push it's way inside of him. He kept his mouth tightly closed, trying to stop this violation, he could taste the goo on his lips as it seeped into his mouth. It tasted like woody water and slightly like tree sap.

James ground his teeth hard together, he could feel the vine pushing against his teeth, unable to gain entry, but then the vine around his neck started to tighten and James started to panic all the more as he was only able to take short, shallow breaths. Finally he could take it no longer and his mouth opened to take a deep breath, only for the vine that had been pushing against his teeth to force it's way into his mouth.

He'd managed to catch a deep ragged breath before his mouth had been invaded. The vine felt smooth and muscular as it rubbed against his tongue, pressing it down. He could taste the slime all the more now and when the vine's goo was rubbed all around the inside of his mouth he realised that it had a jellylike texture to it.

Instinctively, he bit down on the vine, trying to make it leave him alone but this only resulted in it releasing more of the goo into his mouth, he could feel it trickle down his throat and it made him gag and cough but the vine refused to pull back. James tried to push the exploring appendage away with his tongue but the vine just started to thrust in and out of his mouth making James whimper and blush with embarrassment as it reminded him of oral sex.

A vine moved across the black material that covered his stomach then went in between his t-shirt and his white over-shirt. The further up it went the thicker it's length became and the more thorns covered it. Suddenly it pushed up, thorns tearing through the white material and ripping the red 'R' logo in two.

Thorns snagged on his black t-shirt, ripping holes in it and scratching his bare skin. His mouth still full, he tried to scream as he felt thorns being dragged against his body and his clothes being yanked this way and that. He looked down at his chest, visible beneath his ripped and dishevelled clothes. His skin was criss-crossed with faint cuts which in some places had drawn blood. He sobbed, closing his eyes tightly and screaming around the vine that was still fucking his mouth.

James was miserable, scared, and utterly humiliated. What's more, he was extremely angry too, not just for being forced to endure this degrading mistreatment but also because his precious, hand-made uniform had been ruined!

With renewed energy he started struggling again, trying to free his arms or his legs. He managed to kick one of the vines a few times before it wrapped tightly around his dark-grey boot and James felt it being pulled from his foot, taking his sock with it. His boot landed with a thud on the ground beneath him and the vine wrapped around his bare ankle.

The vines that were coiled around his thighs started to move, winding more of themselves onto his legs and cutting holes in his white trousers with their thorns. Vines pushed their way into the holes in the material, ripping his trousers apart all the more while their gooey, slithery bodies moving over his skin.

A hole was ripped in his trousers at the top of his thighs and a vine pushed it's way through before slithering in the grove where his thigh meets his groin. James' eyes bulged and he whimpered as he felt the vine move over his balls and his cock, wetting them with it's slime.

James struggled frantically, greatly concerned about the welfare of his family jewels but nothing could shake the vine from his most treasured and private area. The vine coiled itself around his dick, squeezing gently. James was mortified, his shame and disgust at being touched like this by a plant was overwhelming but he was grateful that there were no thorns involved.

To make matters worse the vine started to stroke his flaccid cock, pumping up and down and steadily forcing his dick to become harder and bigger. His mind was in a state of confusion and disbelief that this was happening to him, that his body was becoming so inappropriately aroused.

His head was tipped back and held in place as the vine in his mouth fucked him faster. He whimpered, ashamed and disgusted yet unable to get the image of another man's cock doing this to him out of his head and it excited him.

Vines rubbed against his chest, making his nipples hard, he felt more of his clothes being ripped away, revealing bare, shivering skin. The seat of his trousers was ripped and he felt the cool air on his bare ass. Tears trailed down his cheeks and his eyes were tightly closed as the vines brought his cock to full hardness. His erection sprung free of his shredded trousers as the vine continued to pump his flesh, it's own fluids mixing in with his pre-cum.

James stopped screaming and shouting, tried his best to keep quiet because the thought of anyone hearing his cries and finding him like this filled him with dread. Instead, he just sobbed quietly to himself and prayed that no one would see him, bound up and being pleasured and abused by shrubbery.

He felt the tip of a slippery, wet vine trailing circles over his bare ass. His eyes opened wide in horror as his imagination ran wild. No, it wouldn't! Surely? But somehow he was certain, and his prediction was proved right when the vine rubbed against his tight hole and slowly penetrated him.

James bit down in pain on the vine that was fucking his mouth and tried uselessly to struggle, to stop this from happening but the wet vine pushed deeper and deeper into his body and he was exhausted, his whole body was in pain, and so he stopped his futile, tiring struggling against the inevitable and tried to make his abused body relax as the vine raped him. James closed his eyes in defeat whilst he was forcibly fucked from both ends.

His cock was still being pumped, keeping him at full, humiliating hardness, the pain inside of his ass dulled as his body adjusted to the invasion. The vine was so smooth and wet with it's own secretions that it was able to move inside of him with ease and James bit down on the vine in his mouth and wouldn’t let go as the vine in his ass slammed into him deeper and harder with each thrust, sending little explosions of pleasure rippling through his abused body.

His legs were pulled wide apart and the vine inside of him changed the angle of penetration making James involuntarily moan with pleasure as the vine hit the most perfect and delicious spot inside of him. With his eyes closed he could almost believe that it was a big, hard cock fucking him so relentlessly, the thought of it turned him on all the more, making him shiver as he imagined being fucked in his ass and his mouth by two huge dicks.

He started to whimper and moan again as the pleasure became almost unbearable, the assault on his senses was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He could feel himself getting close to release, the skin all across his body tingled, bringing spasms of pleasure and making him shiver every time the vines moved across his bare body.

His head was still thrown back but suddenly the vine that was supporting his head pushed his chin to his chest and he opened his eyes in surprise at the sudden move and got a perfect, degrading view of his spread legs, a vine thrusting relentlessly between them into his ass whilst his rock-hard cock was stroked by a vine. His whole body was covered in slime from the vines that trailed over his shaking body.

“No! S...stop...” James whimpered in torment, no longer able to escape into his own little world, to pretend that it was not vines that were doing this to him. His pleading words were muffled by the vine in his mouth, his begging was left unheeded as the vines just continued their relentless molestations.

He felt that all too familiar sensation in his balls and at the base of his cock and he whimpered as orgasm overcame him, spilling his seed across his chest and over the vines around his middle. Cum dripped down the side of his cock, getting rubbed into his skin as the vine continued to pump him.

Shame and disgust burned his tear stained cheeks. He was sobbing bitterly at the shame of cumming whilst being raped by these vile creatures. They continued to force themselves into his shivering body, continued to molest their crying captive until slowly, one by one, the vines pulled out of him.

First, the one in his mouth pulled out, making him cough and spit the goo from his mouth. He was panting loudly, finally able to take deep gasps of air now that his mouth was not being pounded into.

Next, the vine slipped out from his ass while the one wrapped around his cock unravelled itself. He was lowered to the grassy ground and then all the vines pulled away from him, joining the rest of the tangle of greenery around him.

At first he couldn't move, he wanted to run away, scared that more vines would attack him but he was so exhausted and his body ached so much from the punishment that all he could do was lay there, half naked in his shredded clothes on the cold ground.

Slowly, James forced himself to sit up, wincing with pain as he pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He buried his head in his knees as sobs shook his battered frame. It started to rain but he didn’t mind, it washed some of the disgusting goo off his body and out of his hair.

After a minute or two he looked up and glanced around him, he was surrounded by knotted vines on all sides, he would never be able to get out of this clearing, he was trapped. He began crying even louder, as panicked and afraid as any trapped animal.

“James?”

He turned and looked in the direction that the voice had come from, wiping his rain-soaked hair from his eyes. It was Jessie shouting his name, just audible beyond the vines. James shouted back to her. “Jessie?! I can't get out!”

He heard a lot of crashing and banging and watched as some of the vines tumble down. Soon, Jessie and Meowth appeared where the felled vines lay, each holding an axe and wearing long, rain-resistant capes.

Jessie glared at him. “Trust you to fall out of the balloon – what happened to your clothes?”

James wrapped his arms more tightly around his knees, feeling self-conscious of his ripped outfit but also relieved that the way he was sat hid from his friends just how ripped his clothes were around his groin. “Er... I fell through lots of thorny vines and they cut me up a bit.”

Jessie had another cape folded under her arm, she unravelled it then wrapped it around James' shoulders.

James pulled it tightly around himself, covering his destroyed uniform. “How did you find me?” he asked, scared that they knew what had happened to him.

“We heard you snivelling of course.” Jessie replied.

James relaxed a little, so they'd just heard him crying, they knew nothing of what had been done to him by the vines.

“Here, Jimmy.” Meowth said.

James turned to look at him and saw that he was holding his boot. He took it gratefully and put it on then got to his feet, wincing when his body ached in protest. He pulled the long cape tightly around himself, pleased that it covered his torn trousers.

“Lets go,” Jessie ordered. “We've got to get our robot, we've lost lots of time already.”

“S... sorry,” James muttered miserably.

Jessie waved a hand dismissively, as though to say not to worry about it. “The balloon is only a five minute walk away from here then you can put on some dry clothes, you have some spare in the balloon.”

James nodded and they all started to walk together back to their Meowth balloon.

Jessie glanced across at her friend. He looked miserable and wet. “Cheer up, James.”

He forced a brittle, sad smile onto his face, trying to hide his unhappiness as best he could. He believed that nothing could cheer him up right now, he felt so dirty and ashamed.

Jessie dug into a pocket of her rain coat. “Oh, I think this is yours. I found it on the ground while we were looking for you.”

James looked at her outstretched palm, in the middle of it sat the rare bottle-cap that he thought he had lost forever. He gasped with joy and took it from her, holding it carefully up to his face. The rain had washed it clean and it shone brightly when it caught the light. A joyful smile lit up his face, his bottle-cap was as good as new!

It was technically the bottle-cap's fault that he had fallen from the balloon and been caught by the vines but any sense of resentment melted away as he clutched his precious bottle-cap lovingly to his chest.

Jessie rolled her eyes, but she was pleased that he was no longer moping.

The rain stopped and James felt that maybe his luck was changing for the better – and it was about time! He clutched his bottle-cap tightly in his hand and felt much more confident as he daydreamed about their robot and how empowering it would feel to smash his way though the despised vines with the robot's metallic, mighty strength before stealing that annoying electric rat. He was due some good luck! He let out an evil, campy cackle and marched onward towards their balloon, and, hopefully, victory.
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