It had been a day at least. Guzma was sure of that. There seemed to be no sun or moon in this world, or this hellish cave that they were trapped in was too deep for outside light to penetrate. Nothing had changed since he had followed Lusamine into the Ultra Space. Fucking nothing. He thought that her demeanor might change when they were the only two goddamn humans in the world, but the president walked off up ahead and left him. Every once in a while he could hear her sing-song voice echo down the passageway, or a high pitched laugh bounce off the walls. He didn't know who the hell she was talking to, since the last time he checked he was the only other person stuck here. Her voice floated back again, distorted and slowed by the thick air. “Nihilego,* you *are perfect. A creature as beautiful as this will never leave me.”

That was the last straw. “Fuck it, and fuck this place.”

If there was someone else down here, Guzma wasn't going to sit on his ass while the president figured out how to get out of here. “Oy, er, President, who're you talking to?”

He wasn't ready for that sight that awaited him when he rounded the corner. Three of the ultra beasts floated around Lusamine's head, lighting the dark cave with an eerie yellow glow. She reached out a slender arm to grasp at the gooey tentacles as they danced by her, and laughed lightly when they touched her skin. A much larger one, Nihilego, if Guzma was remembering right, hovered over her. He could see its pulsing colors reflect on the president's pale skin. As he watched, Lusamine reached up to it with outstretched arms, a look of sheer delight on her face. “If only I knew ultra space would be so beautiful...”

There was something wrong with her face, the way her delicate features distorted into something grotesque. He had seen her like this before, but never to quite this extent. It was different. As Lusamine sank to her knees and began to rock back on forth on the dark ground, he got the sense he shouldn't have come here. It was too late for second thoughts though. Her wide, green eyes locked on to him, and she slurred his name with an enthusiasm that he just couldn't resist. “Guuzma... You're so lucky to be here. To experience this!”

He took a step back, only to find resistance behind him. It was soft, almost like jelly. Guzma whirled around, and his face wrinkled with disgust as he found one of the Nihilego looming in front of him. It seemed to determined to advance upon him, and no matter which way he turned it followed like a Drifloon behind a child. He didn't truly feel fear until the tentacles wrapped around his legs. When he tried to pull at them they restrained his arms, pulling them tight above his head. The ominous thing floated above him the whole time, its arms seeming to stretch infinitely. They crept, slimy, up the legs of his pants, and he shivered at the sticky trail they left behind. “W-what the hell is this? President? Could you give me a hand or somethin'?”

Lusamine laughed, and he craned his head to look at her. She was seated on a rock, with her long legs crossed. “Don't you understand? This is what I was looking for all along. To become one with Nihilego... You're so lucky you get to experience it too.”

The giant beast pulsed above her head, and with every word she spoke it seemed to glow more brightly. She leaned forwards, and her pupils were huge in the dim light. “I can't wait to see it.”

As if on cue the ultra beast yanked him off of his feet and pulled him into the air. It held him easily, like he was a doll, and no matter how he struggled, its grip didn't loosen. “Hey, hold up. Whaddya mean we're gonna become one?”

She didn't answer the question, but he didn't notice. The thick, pale tentacles were pulling greedily at the waistband of his pants. They slid down on his hips to settle at his knees. Guzma's voice shot up about three octaves, and he thrashed in the beast's grip. “Woah woah, hey!”

This couldn't be happening, right? And more importantly, this absolutely couldn't be happening in front of the president. the very thought made his cock twitch shamefully, and he bit down on his lower lip. His teeth drew blood when the insistent appendage began to tug at his boxers. They came off easily, and by then he was yelling bloody murder. It was a mostly unintelligible mix of curses, aimed at himself, the creature, and this entire fucking shadow world. A wrinkle formed in the middle of Lusamine's forehead and she frowned. “Oh please, Guzma. You're always so noisy. You're like a child.”

That stung. He gritted his teeth together, and stared down at the ground. If he had to sit through this thing eating his brain or whatever the fuck it was going to do, then he'd do it in silence. He gave the beast a futile kick, even though all it did was jiggle slightly, and tighten the grip around his ankle. In silence, it was had not to acknowledge that he was pantless in front of the Aether president, who was watching his every move closely. It was even harder not think of this when one of the smaller tentacles crawled over his stomach. It left behind a sticky trail as it headed downwards, and he tried desperately to think of anything else besides the blonde woman carelessly watching him pop a boner from a fucked up pokemon.

It didn't work, of course. Especially not when the cool, slick appendage wrapped around his shaft and began to move. It was slow at first, but the grip was tight, and lubed with whatever secretions it produced, the sensation was too good. Guzma had to work to keep his mouth from falling open, from swearing at the very touch. He was hard before it stroked the tip, rubbing delicately over it and bumping against the head of his cock. It gained speed slowly until the pace was enough to make his knees weak and draw beads of precum from his member. He was swearing under his breath and squirming to the best of his ability, but it only made him bounce in the gooey web. If he tried to tear his eyes away from the purple tentacle massaging his length, he met Lusamine's gaze, which only made the whole thing worse.

The arm wrapped around Guzma's cock had settled into a rhythm, and it seemed intent on bringing him to orgasm. He gritted his teeth to at least silence the noises that were threatening to burst forth, and resigned himself to the thought of the president watching him cum. As the tentacle slid down his cock he wondered if any would reach her. Maybe it would mar her perfect clothes, and she would have to take them off. Or his seed would rain down on her exposed face, and that would pink tongue would swipe out to taste it.

He was pulled from his fantasies as two tentacles crept up his thighs. They pulled his legs wider, and this time he couldn't stifle the moan. He was so close. Just another thirty seconds and he was gone, and he wanted it. He was at the point where Lusamine's pointed gaze was just pushing his closer to the edge. And then, nothing. The tentacle stopped. He waited for what seemed like eternity and then he felt it. Something pressing against him, in the last place he had ever envisioned anything going inside of himself. “No no no, no way!”

The ultra beast paid him little mind, and tentacle pushed inside of him slowly but without stopping. Each time it moved the appendage around his length would move just slightly, and for a moment he would feel nothing but pleasure. Soon enough the arousal in the pit of his stomach made him wish for those moments when it pushed inside of him. And then the beast began to move. In and out, slowly at first, and then faster. For a second he thought he would be turned inside out, but then that was a deep push inward, and he couldn't silence his voice. The slim tentacle wrapped around his cock pulled away, but he didn't notice or care. Droplets of precum slicked his length as the Nihilego pounded into him. All he could muster was a collection of weak cries, little more than whimpers.

It was so much more than he had ever felt, but it was just restrained enough to keep him from cumming. Any thoughts of pride were long gone. He turned his pitiful gaze to Lusamine. “Please...”

She grinned at him and spread her milky thighs to reveal bare skin underneath. “If only you weren't restrained I'd let you come here and fuck me. What a shame. I'll just have to do it myself.”

Lusamine slipped a finger inside of herself, and then followed it with another. She broadcast her moans so that they echoed around the room, before falling silent. Her fingers didn't stop though, and she kept her eyes on the suspended Skull boss. The ultra beast ran a tentacle up his muscled stomach, and with a violent motion tore away the white shirt. Greedy, groping arms ran over his pale stomach, and his voice sounded loud through the cave. The tentacle inside of him moved faster and faster, and soon the only sound was the wet noise of it entering him, and his own moans. “Oh god, fuck me. I can't take it anymore, just please... I want more. I gotta get off, I'm going crazy!”

Whether Nihilego understood him or not it responded, and the beast sank its tentacle deep into him over and over again until it froze. A thick, pale liquid sprayed from the ends of its tentacles, and what little remained of Guzma's clothes was soaked in it. With a final thrust it filled him with the liquid, and he couldn't take it anymore. His entire body jerked, hips thrusting uselessly as his neglected length shot his seed onto the cave floor. When it was over he was almost grateful for the tentacles. His arms and legs shook, and he was sure if he had been on the ground he wouldn't have been able to stand. The beast set him gently on his hands and knees, and the bonds around his wrists and ankles loosened.

Guzma reached for his stained pants when the tentacle inside of him began to move again. It pushed him forward, face into the dirt so his ass was in the air, and when he tried to protest weakly, one of the thick arms thrust into his mouth. The sticky tentacle pressed against his tongue, and he soon found himself swallowing around the jelly-like structure. In a way, it only aroused him more. When the soft, wet texture of one of the beast's appendages enclosed his cock, his mind went blank. There was nothing left but arousal.