Mesprit was horny.

That might have seemed odd to someone less familiar with the intricacies of legendary pokémon. After all, weren't the legendaries supposed to be great bastions of power, brushing elbows with the divine if not deities in their own right? How could one feel something as base and crass as arousal?

But it really wasn't that strange. Mesprit was the emotion pokémon, after all. Given she was the lake guardian charged with such a domain, it figured that she'd experience the full breadth of what it had to offer. And there weren't a whole lot of emotions more powerful than the desire to breed.

It was just that, by the same token, being a lake guardian made actually [i]dealing[/i] with that fact very difficult. Like all the other guardians and the vast majority of legendary pokémon in general, Mesprit was sexless. All that her crotch held was a smooth patch of skin. Nothing to grab onto, nothing to stick her fingers into. People called her 'she,' and that was as far as her being female went.

Mesprit was sitting on the floor of her cave and rubbing at that spot with both hands, as close to masturbating as she was able to get, but her motions were slow and halfhearted. She'd been doing it for a very long time, long past the point where she'd gotten tired of it.

Sure, it felt [i]nice[/i] to rub herself like that, but it wasn't [i]satisfying.[/i] It wasn't building towards any sort of grand finish. All it did was fill her with a very mild sort of pleasure, closer to that of a massage than sexual release, which only served to frustrate her further.

Put simply, it wasn't working anymore. It had for a bit, when she'd first started exploring arousal—when had that been, earlier that year? Time was trickier to keep track of when you had so much of it. Back when she'd finally decided to disregard the standards and warnings enforced on herself and all the other legendaries and explore that fun new emotion.

Oh, it had all been a big game back then. The feeling of need had been subdued enough that she found it amusing and the sensation of rubbing between her legs stimulating instead of teasing. But it had gone on too long. Several months too long—which was admittedly more than 'a bit' to most people when it came to these things, but as a legendary, Mesprit had a lot of time on her hands.

Her hands slid lower, past the smooth plane of her crotch down to the spot right at the base of her twin tails. A slight dip, a feeling of give. Yes, Mesprit might not have had genitals, but she did still have the one hole. Goodness knew why Arceus had seen fit to make her with such a thing.

Mesprit sat there and spread it wide with her hands, leaning forward to watch the taut pucker of her asshole twitch and flex. She'd tried using it to pleasure herself before, and there was [i]something[/i] there, a little spark of potential. But she couldn't make use of it on her own. Couldn't get deep enough, go fast enough, spread herself wide enough. The lack of genitals meant she needed powerful stimulation, and when Mesprit tried to provide it, she wound up with nothing but exhausted arms and even more burning, unsated lust.

She slipped two fingers inside of herself, idly working them in and out of her tailhole as she thought, the sensation stirring up yet more arousal inside her. Maybe she could get another pokémon to help her with it. But who? Certainly not any of the other legendaries. If she went to them, a scathing lecture would be getting off easy. But not just any old wild pokémon, either. If the word got out that a legendary was having sex, she'd never hear the end of it.

Mesprit slipped another finger inside herself, finding a greater stretch and the prospect of pleasure brushing yet more against the periphery of her senses without ever making itself realised. The situation was [i]impossible.[/i] The slow burn of arousal had kicked up to a blaze over the past few days. She'd been doing nothing but sitting around her cave rubbing and fingering herself for hours straight. If things kept up the way they were, Mesprit would wind up getting every male in a mile radius to run a train on her, and then Arceus himself would come down to punish her. 

She'd need secrecy, then. As if she could trust any wild pokémon to keep their mouths shut about such a conquest. Whatever, she was a psychic. She'd go out, get what she needed from the first suitable pokémon she saw, and then she'd wipe their memory. The other legendaries wouldn't like that she'd been meddling with the minds of mortals, either, but who was gonna tell them? It was their fault, anyway. They were the ones who'd tied her hands with their draconian rules.

That settled it, then. Mesprit pulled her fingers free from her ass and, feeling it clench down in a need to be filled again, floated towards the cave exit, intent on fulfilling that desire.

Zipping through the cavern with remarkable speed, it was only moments before Mesprit burst forth into the light of the sun, surrounded on all sides by the placid waters of Lake Verity. Beyond that, a thick wall of trees on all sides, with only a thin line of shore between the two. The sand quickly gave way to brush and tall grass sitting at the foot of the forest.

That grass wouldn't hold any pokémon capable of meeting Mesprit's needs. All the bigger, stronger pokémon were aware of Mesprit's territory and respected it, giving it a wide berth for fear of drawing her ire. There were bidoof and starly, perhaps some psyduck in the more shallow parts of the lake, all either ignorant of the importance of the lake or else secure in their weakness, knowing that Mesprit wouldn't deem any pokémon as weak as them to be a threat. No good.

Mesprit wished that there was some sort of predator ignorant enough to encroach on her territory. That would make things so much easier. She shot up high in the air and flew over the lake in a great circle, looking down below for any sign of larger pokémon, but found her lake to be as much of a sanctuary as ever. Was she going to have to go out into the surrounding wilderness? That was a dangerous prospect. One of the other legendaries could come looking for her at any time, and if she strayed too far from the lake when they did, then there'd be [i]real[/i] trouble.

But just as she'd given up hope on the idea, something caught her eye. A dark swell moving beneath the lake's otherwise bright and sparkling waters. Something large, far too large to be a psyduck or magikarp. Eyes honing in on her target, Mesprit approached, slipping behind the cover of the trees by the lake's edge to conceal her approach.

As she did, she realised there wasn't just one thing moving down there, but two. Tucked away behind a cluster of rocks which offered a surprising amount of privacy—assuming they weren't being looked down on from up high, of course—the two shapes shifted around under the waves, towards and away from each other like they were caught in some strange dance, never too far apart from each other for too long.

Or that's what they were doing until Mesprit came along, anyway. As soon as she'd taken up a spot in the tree to observe them, they started to leave, moving out from the rocks and towards the shore, presumably out of the lake entirely. At first, Mesprit thought that she'd been spotted and the two were leaving out of fear and respect—but she quickly realised that only [i]one[/i] of them was leaving. Mesprit expected the other to follow, but it stayed behind, completely still beneath the waves.

Mesprit watched the other shape move until it reached the shore and lifted itself up, features becoming clearer as it approached the surface, until a huge, blue carapace broached the surface, beset with red, jewel-like orbs that gleamed in the light of the sun. A tentacruel. Meaning the other one still down there was probably one of the same.

Mesprit grinned. Oh, a tentacruel, that was perfect. With all those long, thick tentacles? There was no way that they wouldn't be able to satisfy her, [i]regardless[/i] of whether it was a male or not. She floated down from behind the tree and over to the surface of the lake, positioning herself right above where the tentacruel was submerged before sending a telepathic pulse down towards it, one with a single command: [b]UP.[/b]

It wasn't any sort of psychic control, but it might as well have been. You'd have to be very unwise indeed to disobey a direct order from a legendary. The second Mesprit had told them to do so, the tentacruel was rushing up towards the surface, exploding from the water violently enough that Mesprit had to rush backwards through the air to avoid the spray.

The tentacruel looked terrified, eyes locked on Mesprit and wide with fear, tentacles curled up beneath its body. Understandably so. The urgency with which Mesprit had issued her command had probably made her sound furious, ready to dispatch vengeance on whoever had dared to violate her territory. But Mesprit had a mischievous smile painted across her face, gripped by quite a different emotion than anger.

She floated towards the tentacruel, reaching out towards it with her tails. It recoiled at her approach, but didn't go so far as to run, certain that whatever punishment it was about to receive would be made a dozen times worse if it tried to escape. Shivering with terror, the tentacruel clenched its eyes shut as Mesprit laid her tails over top of its head, the gems set into their ends glowing a bright red in concert with the one on the lake guardian's forehead.

Only for them to shoot back open a second later, the tentacruel stiffening as it felt a wave of pure [i]arousal[/i] crash through its body. Mesprit was using her powers to whip the tentacruel into a state of unmatched libido, deeper and more burning than any rut or heat a pokémon had ever felt, even worse than the Mesprit's own aching need. Its tentacles stiffened, but that was as much of a reaction as the tentacruel could muster before its body suddenly refused to respond to its commands, Mesprit's will suddenly pressing down over its own.

Mesprit floated back, arms crossed as she looked over the tentacruel floating there above the water, inspecting her work. It was stiff, tentacles held in place at odd angles, its body completely frozen apart from the pleading and desperate eyes. They stared up at Mesprit, silently pleading for relief from the need that she'd just imbued the tentacruel with.

The thing was huge. Twice her size just going by the body, not counting all the tentacles dangling from its underside. Those were even longer, two or three times as long as the rest of it. Thick, too. How many of them would Mesprit be able to fit inside herself? There were at least two dozen. Definitely not all of them. Definitely enough to stuff herself silly.

Feeling her face burning with desire, Mesprit leaned back in the air, bending her tails down and spreading her legs wide, baring her ass to the tentacruel. Its eyes immediately fixed on it, the puckered hole there flexing, teasing, begging to be filled.

She could've held the pose for longer if she really had a mind to tease the squid, but Mesprit's own need made it undesirable, perhaps impossible. She'd come out here to be filled, and that was what was going to happen.

“One tentacle,” Mesprit ordered, breathing becoming heavier in anticipation of what was going to come. She loosened her mental hold on the tentacruel's body slightly, allowing it enough control to carry out her orders while maintaining enough of a grip over it that she could paralyze the squid in half a second if it dared to disobey.

The tentacruel jerked, immediately trying to use its newfound freedom to rush somewhere—whether it was away or towards Mesprit was hard to say, but whichever direction it was, she put a stop to it right quick, ripping control of its body away from it once again. The tentacruel was going to move slowly and only exactly the way that Mesprit wanted it to.

After a few seconds had passed and she was confident the tentacruel understood the situation it was in, Mesprit relaxed her hold again and once more spread her ass wide with her hands. “One tentacle, slowly.”

This time, the tentacruel was more obedient. Its movements were still jerky, a result of Mesprit being a bit cautious with the amount of bodily control she actually afforded it, but it started moving towards her all the same, bringing one tentacle forward out of the mass hanging from its body.

Mesprit eyes were fixed on the tentacle as it approached, lips slightly parted to allow her hot breath to come through in a series of pants. The blunt head of it pressed against the taut ring of her asshole. She could feel how slippery it was as it squished against her, a thin layer of slime coating the squid's rubbery flesh. 

It was gradually building pressure, the force against her tailhole increasing at a glacial pace. It wasn't nearly fast enough. The tentacruel was doing exactly what it had been told to do, going slow, but Mesprit had inadvertently ordered the thing to tease her. It was so slick, she knew that it would slide right inside her, and it was thick enough that she [i]craved[/i] the feeling of it inside her ass.

“Just slide it in already,” Mesprit growled, loosening her hold on the tentacruel enough that it would actually be able to comply. Quick to obey, it shoved its tentacle forward, forcing its way past the tight ring of the lake guardian's asshole and sliding deep inside on a layer of slime.

Mesprit gasped. One second, she was empty, and the next, her ass was suddenly packed full of wriggling tentacle, forcing its way deeper into her guts with every passing second. It wasn't like she'd expected it to be: her body was warmer than the tentacruel's, meaning the tentacle felt cool as it slid through her insides, leaving a thick layer of slime wherever it touched. It felt alien.

But more importantly, it felt [i]good.[/i] The tentacle could reach far deeper than she could, and it was only getting deeper with every passing moment. Areas deep inside her that she'd never before felt were getting stretched wide, and Mesprit could feel that familiar but distant pleasure growing closer, perhaps even attainable—if only she could have more, be stretched wider.

“A-another tentacle!” Mesprit said, and the light in her gems dimmed slightly as she returned more control of the tentacruel's body. The tentacruel obeyed, and this time with haste. Another tentacle squirmed forward out of the mass, the round head pressing against Mesprit's asshole right against the other one already embedded inside her, easily squeezing in alongside thanks to a generous coating of slime.

Mesprit moaned loudly as it snaked into her bowels until it was just as deep inside her as the other. She'd expected that  doubling the tentacles would double the stretch, but it was much more than that. Now that there were two of them, they could work in concert, work together to pry her apart even wider.

She looked down at her belly. She  could see it moving, bulging strangely as the two tentacles snaked through her insides, far bigger than anything her body ought to have been able to take. But she was a legendary, built to withstand abuse, and she was willing to take as much of it as was necessary to satisfy herself. 

Mesprit laid a hand over her abdomen, feeling the squirming underneath as the tentacruel pried open bends and squeezed past turns in her guts, wriggling as deep inside of her body as possible. Her face was burning, she was panting and gasping for breath. It felt so good to be so full. Something was coming, she could feel it, but it still wasn't enough.

“More,” Mesprit breathed, her gems dimming until they retained only the slightest glow as she gave the tentacruel control over as many of its tentacles as she dared. She felt two of them wrap around her legs, giving the tentacruel leverage to pull her closer and keep her legs spread wide as it aligned a third tentacle with her already packed hole. 

It seemed like an impossible fit, the two tentacles inside her already pushing the limit of how wide her tailhole could stretch regardless of how much more Mesprit was sure could be packed deeper into her belly—but this tentacle was different from the others. It was oozing a thick stream of slime from the tip on top of what it was already coated with, and had an even squishier feel to it than the others, more collapsible. After a few seconds of smearing that slime around the ring of her asshole, painting her with enough of it that it ran in thick globs down the lengths of her twin tails, the tip of it managed to squeeze in.

Mesprit threw her head back in pleasure, shaking with pleasure, a motion that the tentacruel mirrored. Both of them hovered there, joined to one another and shivering in ecstacy as more tentacles wound themselves around Mesprit, one wrapping around her chest, two more around her arms, until she was wrapped from the neck down in cool, slimy flesh. 

It felt dangerous to be giving the tentacruel this much control over the situation, but Mesprit couldn't bring herself to stop it. She was going to wipe the thing's memory after anyway, it didn't matter if she let it take the lead a little bit. Particularly when those three tentacles had started going wild inside her, thrusting and wriggling, bending to press against her inner walls and stretch her in entirely new ways. The pleasure was building and building, a warm tension winding up in her whole body, coaxed out by the squid's tendrils. She was going to have her first orgasm, packed fit to burst by this tentacruel's squirming tentacles!

That was her line of thought up until the tentacruel let out a strange, burbling vocalization, thrusting all three of its tentacles as deep inside Mesprit as they'd go. It seemed like the squid had reached an orgasm of its own, but that didn't make any sense. It wasn't supposed to get any pleasure from its tentacles. Mesprit, difficult as it was to move while caught in the midst of that immense pleasure and cocoon of tentacles, craned her head to look up at the tentacruel.

She saw that there were [i]two[/i] tentacles inside her. The third was not a tentacle. It was similar in shape, but shorter and translucent where the others were solid black. In fact, calling on her knowledge of aquatic pokémon that she'd gathered from spending so long by the lakeside, Mesprit had to say it looked a whole lot like an ovipositor. It must have slipped out at some point after they'd started, one more long, slimy appendage that was easy for Mesprit to miss, surrounded by two dozen others as it was.

Mesprit's eyes widened. The tentacruel's did, as well, realising that the legendary had caught onto its plan. Mesprit would've been able to reassert control over the squid's body in under a second, in the best of conditions—while her bowels were packed full of wriggling tentacles, however, it took closer to three.

That was enough time for the tentacruel to take its own countermeasures. The tentacles wrapped around Mesprit's body suddenly started to sting, a pain that lasted for only a moment before numbness set in as every inch of her was suddenly slathered with paralyzing toxin. A dose strong enough to affect even a legendary's superior constitution. At the same time, the two tentacles inside of her started pounding Mesprit for all she was worth, jackhammering her ass while allowing the ovipositor to sink deeper and deeper inside of her.

Mesprit let out a loud moan that tapered off into a whine, toes and fingers clenching for the brief moment before they  went just as limp as the rest of her body. She still had her psychic powers even if she couldn't control any of her muscles, but it was impossible to focus on using them while those tentacles were pounding her so deep and violently, treating her ass like nothing more than a fucksleeve. The forced relaxation as the toxin seeped into her muscles only meant that they could drive even deeper into her, so that she could feel the tentacles inside of her pressing against the ones wrapped around her through the thin layer of her belly.

It was so intense that it was outright painful, but stronger than the pain was the feeling of euphoric pleasure filling every inch of her body, growing stronger with every thrust of the tendrils squirming in her guts. Orgasm, so close she could taste it. She was going to cum for the first time having her ass be turned into a breeding bay for a common tentacruel, but that was less important than the fact that she was [i]going to cum.[/i] At that moment, she'd let any pokémon do whatever they wanted to her as long as it meant she got to finish.

The tentacruel let out something that sounded something like a grunt, and then Mesprit felt it: a mass coming down from the base of the ovipositor, pressing against the already stretched ring of her asshole. It was big, twice as thick as any tentacle that had been shoved into her—and given she was already packed full of two of those plus the ovipositor, it seemed unlikely that it would actually fit.

But that was where the utility of the other two tentacles came into play, it seemed. They suddenly spread themselves wide, prying her asshole open, and then, there was nothing to obstruct the bulge from sliding right inside. The tentacles moved in a sort of ripple fashion, keeping a small bubble of her insides stretched for the egg to travel by as it slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. As the egg moved, Mesprit could feel the ovipositor dumping more thick slime into her guts, the egg apparently being moved by the force of the stuff being pumped into her.

With the help of the other tentacles, the egg travelled fast. It wasn't long before it reached the end of the ovipositor and, with an especially thick gout of slime to force it through, [i]popped[/i] out into her. Now Mesprit could feel it properly inside her, without the ovipositor wrapped around it to blunt the sensations: a mass inside her about the size of a clementine, squishy but firm, ensconced in a protective bubble of slime. One of the two tentacles slid forward, pushing the egg even deeper inside of her.

Mesprit didn't know if it was because of the physical sensation of the egg being shoved into her, stretching out some area so deep inside of her she swore it was starting to reach up into her rib cage, or if it was from the knowledge that there was no turning back now, that she was going to be an incubator for this tentacruel's young and all she could do was enjoy it, but that was the point she reached it: she finally came.

She'd had so many fantasies about what it would finally be like to orgasm. Mesprit imagined that she'd be loud, thrashing around, barely able to contain herself in the wake of finally reaching such pleasure. With the paralyzing toxin, though, she could do none of that. She couldn't even shiver. The most she could do was let out a breathy exhale as the strongest pleasure she'd ever known washed over her, radiating in waves from her slime and tentacle packed guts throughout the rest of her body, spiking up to even greater heights when the next egg slipped past her spread tailhole.

Mesprit hadn't counted on it lasting so long. She'd had thoughts of stopping the tentacruel once it had ended so that she'd only have to deal with one or two of its eggs, few enough that she'd be able to hide the fact that they were inside her—but every time the tentacruel started to push another one in, it started up again, a new wave of pleasure that was dragged out by the undulations of the tentacles inside her. No wonder legendaries weren't supposed to have sex. How could they, when a single orgasm was enough to render her a docile thing to be packed full of eggs?

After the first five, the round bulge of eggs inside her started to distinguish itself from that of the tentacles squirming inside her. The tentacruel had to loosen its grip around her to allow her stomach room to grow outwards. By the tenth, she looked properly pregnant. By the twentieth, any other pokémon would assume that she was ready to lay an egg of her own, but Mesprit knew that she was only just beginning her term as home for the squid's growing brood. As more and more of them were packed inside her, the squid had to start drawing its tentacles back out of her ass, needing to provide room for its young to squeeze into.

By the twenty-third, the tentacruel had run out of eggs. A good thing, too, because Mesprit was running out of room; a half-dozen more eggs and they'd be spilling back out of her, every inch of her bowels packed full of tentacool-to-be. It tugged its ovipositor and the two tentacles accompanying it free from Mesprit's asshole with a lewd slurping sound, a gush of slime accompanying it before she tightened up enough to contain it all. It looked down at Mesprit hanging limp in its tentacles, the lake guardian starting to slip into a hazy, pleasurable afterglow. Her belly bulged heavy above her, swollen as big as a beach ball, its surface lumpy with the squid's spawn.

Finally free of the overpowering arousal Mesprit had filled it with, a sense of panic was just starting to dawn on the tentacruel to replace it. It had gone too far. Mesprit was going to be very angry, very soon. It needed to get [i]out[/i]. Quickly moving over to the nearest patch of shore, the tentacruel unwrapped its tentacles from around Mesprit and laid her out on the sand, backing away slowly—then spinning around and making its way towards the treeline as fast as it could.

The paralysis had just started to wear off. After a few seconds spent catching her breath, Mesprit pushed herself up, muscles working only with great protest, and stared out past the great swell of her belly. She could just see the tentacruel disappearing into the trees, escaping into the wilderness. A few seconds later, she realised that was bad. What if it told others what had happened? What if that word got back to one of the other legendaries?

She strained to get up and give chase, but her body made it clear very quickly that she did not have that option. Her muscles refused to work, still stiff and unresponsive from the toxin, and her gravid belly kept her from floating more than a few inches off the ground.

Oh no, her [i]belly.[/i] She looked down at it. Round and big as the rest of her, packed fit to burst with tentacruel eggs. Her gems flashed for a moment as she sensed the aura—yes, [i]fertilized[/i] tentacruel eggs. That explained who the tentacruel had been with just prior to Mesprit's showing up, then. The recent father, leaving after a successful mating, leaving her the unlucky surrogate.

Mesprit slumped back against the sand, lying there in defeat. It was only a matter of time before one of the other legendaries saw what she'd done, and then they'd tell Arceus, and goodness knew what would happen then. Goodness knew what the tentacruel was going to say to other pokémon about what had happened, either. 'Did you hear? Legendaries have sex, too! Mesprit can't resist if you show up with a load of eggs to lay into her ass!'

She reached up with both hands and rubbed her belly. How many pokémon were there with ovipositors, again? Oh, just every bug type ever, along with half the water types, and a dozen other edge cases. Lake Verity was going to be crawling with scolipede, eelektross, goodra—anything big enough and proud enough to think it could use a legendary to hold its clutch.

Mesprit let out a sigh. Maybe going to Arceus herself would be a good idea. The punishment would probably be lighter if she admitted it instead of getting caught by someone else, and maybe he'd be able to stop her before she wound up becoming more legendary for her egg-warming abilities than anything else.