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Yo, u awake, lol?

The grumpig hit the 'send' button, and then leaned back, using the bounce of his springy tail to hold his weight. He glanced around his room as he waited for the reply, letting out an exasperated sigh. There was never anything to do in the middle of the night. Normally he would've just reached into the sleeping minds of the people around on his block and watched along with their dreams. He was trying to lay low on that front, though. He'd nearly gotten in trouble the week before after taking a bit... too active of a role in one of his neighbours' dreams. The rattata hadn't said anything, but the grumpig had sensed the suspicion in his mind. Best not to do anything too obvious for a while.

So now he was left with nothing to do in the middle of the night. He'd tried watching a few videos on youtube, but had quickly grown bored of that. It didn't compare with being able to play around in people's minds. So, with nothing else to do, he'd sent a text off to one of his friends to see if he was up to anything. If he couldn't get ahold of anybody, he would probably just jack off and try to sleep again.

There was a beep, and the grumpig swivelled around on his spiral tail to snatch his phone off the table. He opened the message.

What do you want.

The grumpig grinned, and his trotter-tipped fingers danced across the screen.

Bored. U doing anything

There was less of a wait before the phone beeped again.

You texted me at 2 in the morning because you were bored.

Well ur up, right? Wanna hang or sumthing?

The grumpig was up on his feet now, leaning over his phone a bit as he waited for a reply. He was so focused on the little device that he didn't notice his room growing a bit cooler, or the light from his desk lamp growing dimmer. He kept staring at the screen, waiting for a reply. His forehead creased with impatience, and he tried exiting and then opening the messaging app a few times, never noticing the thick, black mist flooding across the floor from behind him, engulfing his legs.

The pokemon was so completely oblivious to the world around him that he didn't notice anything until that black mist suddenly contracted down around his legs, growing cool and solid. He blinked, and looked away from his phone just long enough to see a pair of black, inky tendrils grasping around the grey flesh of his ankles. His mouth opened into a perfect 'o' of shock, and then the tendrils yanked him violently back as a voice thundered through his bedroom.

" You texted me at two in the morning because you were bored!?"

The tendrils lifted the grumpig up, flipping him upside down and turning him around. His phone clattered across the floor as he recoiled in terror. The entire wall of his room had been replaced with an inky black void, looking almost liquid in its perfect, uniform blackness. It was only broken up in the centre by a pair of enormous, glowing red eyes and a set of blindingly white, perfect teeth.

The teeth, naturally, were not smiling. They parted, and that voice bellowed again.

" What the hell, man!?"

The grumpig kept staring ahead, his eyes wide as all the blood rushed to his head. His snout was hanging open a bit, and he had to consciously think in order to snap it shut. He glanced down at himself, and suddenly felt very exposed. He'd been wearing just his boxers when he'd sent the text, and now his hands moved to cover up his slightly pudgy build. At length, he managed to swallow, and then stammered out, "Hey man."

" Two in the morning. _Two. In the morning. _ Who texts somebody at two in the morning?"

The grumpig stammered again for a moment, and then began speaking very quickly. "I just figured you might be awake, too, and that you might want to do something! I was bored! And I mean, if you didn't want to get woken up, why didn't you turn off your pho--?"

He let out a high pitched yelp as the tentacles yanked him closer to that enormous face, and the phantom mouth parted in a snarl.

" Well I dunno, I guess I thought anybody with my number wouldn't be stupid enough to text me at two in the fucking morning!"

The grumpig just hung in the air, whimpering for a bit as those burning red eyes glared down at him. In retrospect, and with a powerful supernatural being hoisting him upside down, he realized that the text might not have been the best idea. That said, he was still in shock at the sudden situation, and that probably explained what he said next.

"Well... I mean, you're awake now. Wanna hang out?"

Everything in the room went very, very quiet. The grumpig hung upside down in place, thinking about the many other things he could have said. The face on the wall just glared at him, not moving or saying a word.

Then the mouth parted, and the grumpig flinched as he prepared for another bellow. That wasn't what he heard, though. What he heard was much, much more terrifying than that, and immediately made his blood run cold.

It giggled.

The sound was still deafening, and made the walls shake, but it lacked the intensity of the shouting. The voice kept giggling as the wall bulged in towards the room, the blackness seeming to reach into the room. The tentacles pulled the grumpig away from the wall a bit as the shadowy stuff kept pushing out, the bulge beginning to take on a more definite form. The face in the wall shrunk down and gathered across the top of the bulge, and the shadows strained for a moment as though they were stuck to the wall. Then, abruptly, the shadows snapped away from the corners of the room, and all of the darkness gathered into a humanoid shape.

The shape flowed out, pressing out into soft, fluffy tufts and spikes. The grinning, giggling face took its place on the head, and the voice grew quieter. Soon, a gengar stood in the centre of the room, his hands on his hips as he giggled at the restrained grumpig. The gengar was wearing a pair of purple pajama bottoms with a ghost design across them, which admittedly took away from the effect of the shadows a bit. Still, his presence was terrifying enough as it was.

The giggling cut out abruptly, and the gengar's face went straight again, glaring up at the restrained grumpig.

"Sure. We can have some fun."

"Wait, what do you--" The grumpig's voice cut out into a muffled yelp as another strand of shadow snapped out, wrapping around the back of his head and into his snout to gag him. The shadows writhed in position for a moment, feeling cool and unnatural against the grumpig's flesh. Then they solidified down, the bit in his mouth expanding out into a ball.

A ball gag. The gengar had put a ball gag on him. His eyes widened as he stared at the gengar, and a muffled whimper sounded from his throat.

"Fun," the gengar said. He snapped his fingers, and smoky shadows gathered around him. When they fell away, his pajamas had been replaced with a set of ornate violet robes that hung loosely from his body. He carefully raised his hands, and gave his arms a shake to work the sleeves back. He pointed at the grumpig, and then he flexed all of his fingers.

The grumpig tried to squeal in terror as more black tendrils rose from the floor and lashed out at him. He had a horrifying image of the gengar flaying him, and he clenched his eyes shut in terror. Oddly, though, he didn't feel the shadows striking him. All he felt was a slight pressure along his thigh, and then things felt... breezy?

He opened his eyes tentatively, then looked down at himself. He let out a strangled sound of surprise as he saw one of the tendrils pulling away the torn remains of his boxers. As the fabric fell away, he was left entirely nude and bared. His cock was soft, but gravity was pressing it against the slight undercurve of his belly.

The grumpig kept staring down (or up) at himself for a few seconds, then looked to the gengar. The gengar had a terrifying, sadistic grin plastered across his face as he looked over the nude grumpig.

"Oh yes, fun, fun, fun..."

The grumpig kept staring at the gengar for a moment. He raised an eyebrow, and made a hopeful, questioning noise around the gag in his mouth. The gengar's eyes flicked over to look at his face, and the smile only grew wider.

"Hmm? Oh, no, no. You woke me up. I'm the only one that gets fun tonight."

That made the grumpig's blood run cold. He stared on in horror as the gengar lifted one hand, and pressed his middle finger to his thumb. The gengar kept his eyes locked on the grumpig's, and then snapped his fingers.

Black, shadowy tendrils lashed out, once again aiming for the grumpig's lower body. The grumpig tried to squirm and pull away, but the tendrils held him firmly in place. All he managed to do was make himself swing in position and get dizzy. The black tendrils grew smoky as they rubbed over his skin, around his thighs and over his package. The grumpig found himself growing aroused despite his own terror.

The smoky tendrils tightened down, and then solidified. The grumpig was panting for breath through his nose, almost hyperventilating at the sensations and the terror. He stared at his crotch, and his mouth went very dry.

A simple, tight black jockstrap was covering his package and clinging tightly to his thighs. It was tight enough to indent the soft flesh of his thighs a bit, but managed to not feel uncomfortable. The material itself was all solid, inky black. He couldn't place the texture; it was slick like latex, but had more of the flex of leather. That said, there wasn't a seam visible anywhere. Whatever it was, the jockstrap was all made of a single piece of material.

"There we go." The grumpig's eyes flicked over to the gengar again. The gengar was stretching his arms, and that sadistic grin was still plastered across his face. He stepped closer, and the tendrils lowered the grumpig down. The gengar reached out a hand, and casually rubbed it over that bulge. The grumpig instinctively clamped his legs together, but then let out another strangled protest. He could feel the hand rubbing against him, but he wasn't feeling any of the electric thrill he should have. "That should keep you from having any fun tonight. Now..." The gengar snapped his fingers again. More tendrils rose up behind him, drawing back and preparing to strike. Those red eyes and white teeth seemed to only glow brighter as he crouched down to be eye-to-eye with the grumpig. The grumpig stared on, too stunned to move. "Let's have some fun."