ã€ŠPokemon: Reborn As Dittoã€‹


 That Time I Reincarnated as a Slime

    That Time I Reincarnated as a Slime

    I wake up on ground, with sun zing on my face.

    Motherfucker, what in the hell is going on?!

    I try to stand up, but my legs are gone, reced with a squishy pink mass that feels like a cross between Jell-O and a wet sponge. My hands? Forget about it, all I''ve got now is a goddamn appendage that looks like someone barfed up a pink blob of snot.

    I stare at this... thing, my mind reeling in shock. Where the hell are my arms and legs?! How did I turn into some kind of slimy abomination? Thest thing I remember is getting drunk at the bar with a chick who wasn''t as impressed by my pickup lines as I was, then stumbling home to try and get some action going.

    Apparently, that''s when I cked out, because now I''m this... this... pink slime person. And not even a cool blue one like those anime slimes I''ve seen before, just a nd, unremarkable pink slime.

    My mind is racing, trying to wrap itself around the situation. Why a slime? Of all the creatures in the world, why did I have to be a useless, slimy blob?!Is that some kind of sick joke?!

    Towering trees, overgrown shrubs, and a sky that seems to be trying to swallow me whole. I''m surrounded by a forest, with no sign of civilization anywhere.

    I did see something flying in the skies but the zing sun didn''t allow me discern its shape properly.

    Great, just what I always wanted: a second chance at life as a useless slime creature in the middle of nowhere. This is going to be a st. Nope, just kidding.

    I start to squirm and writhe around, getting used to this new body. It''s slow-moving, but it''ll have to do. Now all I need is some answers, and maybe a way to get out of this godforsaken slime form... or at least find someone who can appreciate my unique appearance.

    I don''t even have my long hard sword with me now...

    Ugh, my life is officially ruined. Time to start slime-ing it up and find a way to get back on two legs... or at least one leg, I''ll take what I can get at this point.

    As I squirm my way towards the sound of water, I start to feel a sense of myself and my surroundings. And when I finally reach the water''s edge and see my reflection, something clicks in my brain.

    This isn''t just some weird, unrecognizable slime creature ¨C this is me, or at least, a part of me. A D¨¦j¨¤ Vu-style feeling washes over me as I stare into the pinkish blob that used to be my body. It''s like I''ve seen this exact same slime before, even though I know I haven''t.

    I open my mouth to speak, expecting some sort of incoherent slime noise toe out. But instead, a voice I don''t recognize says, "Ditto!?"

    What the fuck?

    I tried again. "Dittooo?".

    The words hang in the air like a challenge, daring me to make sense of them

    Am I am fucking ditto now?.

    Motherfucker, what''s happening here?! My mind is racing as I process this sudden transformation into a Pok¨¦mon.

    Wait a minute... if I''m Ditto, that means I''m in the Pok¨¦mon world! The Pok¨¦mon universe! This isn''t some medieval fantasy setting ¨C this is a world filled with goddamn monsters and insane trainers.

    I''m a part of that now, a slime who can transform into anything I want

    Wait a moment! Transform into anything...

    I burst outughing at my own perversion, "Di di di di!" The reflection of the pink slime in front of me mirrors my own excitement, and for a moment, I''m lost in the absurdity of it all.

    Worry not my sword, the day we meet again is not far away

    But then, something unexpected happens. My reflection starts to change, rippling like the surface of the water. Suddenly, a bright red fish with wide, derpy eyes stares back at me from within the watery depths. It''s a motherfucking Magicarp!

    The little fish trills out a dumb-sounding "Magiii!" and I can''t help but chuckle at its antics. This is it, proof that I''m indeed in the Pok¨¦mon universe!

    The world of Pocket Monsters, where creatures like this adorable Magicarp exist.

    I feel my excitement growing as I realize the possibilities. As Ditto, I can transform into any Pok¨¦mon I want- Fuck Yeah!

    The thought sends a thrill through me...

    The Magicarp swims closer, seemingly curious about its new slime friend. I reach out with my pink appendage, trying to make contact without scaring it off.

    I give the Magicarp''s head a gentle touch, feeling its smooth scales beneath my slimy appendage. As I do, my mind starts racing with all the possibilities in this Pok¨¦mon world.

    First off, I gotta figure out which version of Pokeverse we''re dealing with here ¨C manga, anime, or game. And I''m not looking forward to it being manga, ''cause that shit''s dark, man. Pok¨¦mon getting killed left and right, people chomping down on Pikachu... no thanks. I''ll take the more kid-friendly versions any day.

    But one thing''s for sure: I need to get stronger if I wanna survive in this world as a Ditto. And lucky me, I''ve got the ability to transform into any Pok¨¦mon I want!

    The Magicarp just keeps staring at me with those big, dopey eyes, asionally making "Magiii carppp" noises that are supposed to be some form ofmunication.

    Now, I know I''m a Pok¨¦mon too, but for some reason, all I hear is the same Pok¨¦mon noise that normal humans can''t understand.

    Am I not a "real" Pok¨¦mon or something? Or maybe this little guy just ain''t got the cognitive abilities to speak? Either way, it''s pretty damn frustrating. I mean, I know I''m a Ditto and all, bute on ¨C I''ve got thoughts and feelings too, you know!

    I look at the Magicarp again, wondering what the hell is going through its mind. It seems happy just swimming around in circles, making those silly noises. Maybe I should just try to chill with it for a bit and enjoy the ride... or maybe I''ll just find it annoying.

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 Motherf*cking Pidgey

    Motherf*cking Pidgey

    I decide to try and chill with the Magicarp for a bit, see if I can make some sense of this new world. And what better way to start than by trying out my Ditto powers? I focus on the Magicarp in front of me, thinking to myself, "I wanna be a Magicarp!"

    The sensation is hard to describe, but it''s like my body is made of dough and someone''s shaping it into something new. A momentter, I feel the transformation take hold, and...

    "Magicarpp!?" I trill in a high-pitched voice, mimicking the fish''s earlier noise.

    I also felt a flow of information or more like instincts of doing somethings. To my wonder, I realized that they were the moves I had!

    Fuck yeah!

    But the more I observed them, the lesser my enthusiam went. I only knew one move...Ssh.

    My body flopped on the shore.

    The Magicarp in the river looks up at me, its big derpy eyes wide with surprise. It swims closer to shore, joining me on the bank. Now there are two Magicarps staring at each other, both of us looking like absolute fools with our wide-eyed expressions.

    The Magicarp next to me makes some more "Magiiiii Carppp" noises, like we''re having some sort of Pok¨¦mon conversation. I respond with more of the same, even though I''m not sure what the hell I''m saying.

    After a moment, the Magicarp just swam away, not even saying goodbye. Well anyways.

    I gotta admit, moving around as a Magicarp feels more natural than my previous Ditto form. Maybe it''s because of the simrity in anatomy ¨C I mean, who wouldn''t feel at home with fins for hands and a tail fin for legs? Even if they''re not exactly like human limbs, it still feels... constrained, but in a weirdlyfortable way.

    I decide to take the plunge (literally) and flop my Magicarp body over to the river''s edge. With a mighty *Ssh*, I jump into the water, feeling the cool liquid envelop me.

    Wow, what a fucking view!

    The way the light filters down, the colors and textures of the aquatic nts, the school of fish darting by... it''s all so damn beautiful.

    I also saw a couple of big star like creatures with gemstone in its centerying around the river bed, Staryu if I remembered the name correctly. There were some other pokemons too, mainly Goldeens roaming around.

    I start to explore, my Magicarp body gliding effortlessly through the water. I chase after a few stray fish, just for the hell of it, and even manage to catch one or two (which promptly escape again). It''s exhrating, and I feel more alive than I have in ages.

    Oh yeah, apparently fishes also exist in this universe!

    It was a goddamn good thing to know. At least people weren''t eating pokemons in ce of fishes. Or so I hoped...

    As I swim along, my Magicarp body gliding effortlessly through the water, I feel like a total boss. Who needs legs when you can just fin it? Not me, that''s for sure.

    Now if you''ll excuse me, I''ve got some more river-chillin'' to do! Maybe I''ll even find some fish babes to hang out with...

    Ugh, what the hell was that? Why did I suddenly get the urge to hump some fish? Is being a Magicarp messing with my head or something? No way, I''m not gonna let this fish brain turn me into a fin-tastic freak.

    I take a minute to meditate and focus on the important things in life ¨C like remembering those hot human babes from myst life. I relive the memories of soft, supple boobs, big, round asses, and thighs that go on forever... yeah, that''s what I''m talking about.

    My horniness startsing back, nice and strong. Okay, maybe not as intense as before, but it''s better than nothing.

    As a Magicarp, trying to sigh is kind of... weird. I mean, we don''t exactly have lungs or anything. But I manage to make some sort of fishy noise that''s supposed to be a sigh.

    I''m still on the hunt for human babes in this Pokeverse. I mean, I''m not opposed to non-humans, but they''ve gotta fit my aesthetic standards, you know? Fish are just not my thing... or at least, not yet.

    After a nice, cool swim, I jump out of the river, feeling the warm sun on my slimy skin. As a Magicarp, being out of water felt weird, to say the least. It wasn''t when I had transformed, but now it felt like that.

    Well, I had verified one thing atleast. Game logic wasn''t applying on my usage of mimic ability, making it usable only in battle. I mean, it''s idiotic to assume so, its a real world but I had to verify!

    Anything is possible when you are reincarnated as a slime like Pok¨¦mon with broken powerset.

    But then, the inevitable question pops up: how do I turn back into my pink slime form? It takes a moment, but eventually, my body starts to shift and contort, and... voil¨¤! I''m back in my slimy glory!

    So, it seems like all I need is intent for these transformations ¨C Ditto''s ability to change forms. And now that I think about it, I didn''t inherit any instincts for moves when I woke up as Ditto, so maybe this Ditto form doesn''t have any moves aside from Imposter?

    Also disappointingly, I lost the instincts for the Ssh, as useless as it was. Seems like I can use them only when transformed.

    Wait, what if I can turn back into a Magicarp without there being a real Magicarp present? The thought sends a thrill through me.

    ''I wanna be a Magicarp!'' I think to myself, but nothing happens. I get a weird feeling instead, it''s like feelingck of information, of details... Do I need to be Infront of a Pok¨¦mon in order to mimic?

    That would be a bit disappointing, but I am not one toin.

    Beside I''ve got some ideas brewing in my head about this anyway...

    I start moving away from the river, hoping to find some other Pok¨¦mon to mimic ¨C at least then I''ll have an easier time getting around!

    As I''m strolling around, I spot something perched on a tree branch ¨C a big bird that looks an awful lot like a pigeon. And wouldn''t you know it? It''s none other than Motherfucking Pidgey!

    ''I wanna be a Pidgey!'' I think to myself, and suddenly my body starts to change. The sensation is weirdly familiar, like my cells are rearranging themselves into this new form.

    ...

    huh, so that''s how!

    I remembered the Pok¨¦dex entry on Ditto, about its body cells changing to be another thing while transforming, and it looks like that''s what''s happening here too. I could somehow feel my cells changing to my whims, as if I am the master of all cells!

    I know for one thing that many amazing things are possible with such a control over cells than merely [Imposter] ability to mimic the thing I am seeing. But that''s a concern forter!

    Giving my new wings a stretch, I move my body... and promptly face-nt into the ground. Or rather, beak-nt. It seems like movement instincts aren''t automatically included with these transformations for me ¨C bummer!

    I pick myself up, dusting off my Pidgey feathers (or whatever they''re called), and try again. Maybe it''ll take some practice to get this whole "flying" thing down... or at least not beak-nt every time I move.

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    TBD

 Angry Bird

    Angry Bird

    I''m soaring through the air, my Pidgey wings beating in a rhythmic motion. The wind rushes past me, whipping my feathers into a frenzy as I gaze down at the ground far below. It''s exhrating, this feeling of weightlessness and freedom.

    As I bank and turn, the world around me bes a blur of trees, buildings, and Pok¨¦mon. The sun casts long shadows across thendscape, and I feel alive, connected to the sky and all its wonders.

    "Pedgiiiiiiiiii!"

    My voice echoes through the air as I ride the thermal currents, feeling like I''m one with the wind. This is what it means to be a Pidgey ¨C to soar on the updrafts, to glide effortlessly through the skies, and to feel the rush of the open air.

    I spot a group of Spearow below me, their sharp cries carrying up to my ears as they dart through the trees. I dive towards them, my wings tucked in tight, and then pull up at thest second, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I narrowly avoid plowing into their formation.

    As I level out, I notice a few more Pok¨¦mon watching me from the treetops ¨C a group of Rattata, a lone Pidgey, and even a curious Meowth. They seem to be taking in my flying disy, and I can''t help but feel a sense of pride as the show-off inside me takes over.

    I bank again, this time heading towards a small clearing where a travelling path runs through it.

    As Ind, my wings folding up neatly against my back, I let out a triumphant "Pegiiiiiioooooot!" and take in the peaceful atmosphere around me.

    Sweet relief! This appears to be a human path, devoid of grass and all that jazz. Finally, I can get moving without having to wade through knee-high weeds or whatever nature has in store for me.

    I fly along the route, my wings aching like hell (Ditto''s stamina is apparently as weak as its movement instincts, and my stamina remains same in all forms... thanks, guy). I take short breaks to rest on a tree branch or two, ''cause flying long-distance ain''t exactly my thing ¨C yet.

    "Is that a human?" I spot a ck dot moving along the path far away. I give it some extra speed and get closer for a better look.

    And, of course, it''s a human. A boy, to be precise. Unlucky me! I was hoping for a hot babe, but reality''s got other ns (sigh).

    I perch myself on a nearby tree branch, partly ''cause I''m huffing and puffing, and partly to get a better look.

    It''s a teenage boy, around 15 or 16 years old. He''s rocking the whole "Pokeball belt" thing ¨C those red and white balls are just begging to be used. He''s got a white cap on his head, and a backpack that looks like it''s about to burst at the seams with all the junk he''s carrying.

    I''m stuck looking at this dude instead of some gorgeous girl... great. Just what I always wanted ¨C a human boy to stare at while my wings ache in protest.

    I decide to y it safe and don''t appear directly in front of the guy, ''cause I have no idea what he''d do if he saw me ¨C maybe try to capture me? No thanks, I''m not exactly looking forward to bing some trainer''s battle ve, especially not for a dude.

    ''Oh, just a random bird flying by, nothing to see here... don''t bother grabbing your balls, trainer boy!'' I think in my mind.

    A few momentster...

    I''m a Pidgey, hear me roar... or at least, hear me wheeze as I struggle to stay aloft without face-nting into the ground again. My stamina is basically non-existent in this form ¨C it''s like I''m flying with lead wings and a pack of bricks on my back.

    But hey, at least I''ve got some decent moves to fall back on: Tackle, Gust, Sand Attack, and Quick Attack ¨C the usual Pidgey fare for low-level Pok¨¦mon. You know, just in case that dude decides to challenge me to a battle or something (like that''s gonna happen... right?).

    As I continue flying along, I can''t help but wonder what kind of crazy adventures await me as a Ditto-turned-Pidgey. And by "adventures," I totally do not mean getting caught, tamed, and forced into someme battles against other Pok¨¦mon.

    As I try to show off my moves, I quickly realize that my energy levels areughably low ¨C like, I-can''t-even-get-two-moves-out-without-fainting kind of low. And it seems like my stamina and energy are two separate things, because when I use a move, I can literally feel something warm flowing through me...something I should researchter.

    Grrrrrr, this is so frustrating! But wait, what''s that? Ah, yes ¨C my empty stomach!

    I haven''t fucking eaten a thing since I got stuck in this Pok¨¦mon world, and suddenly, the thought of food bes an emergency. I swoop down, steering clear of the route, and spot a tree with some juicy-looking blue fruits hanging from it.

    My eyes (or rather, my bird''s eyes) practically bug out as I get closer, inhaling the sweet aroma of those fruits. It''s like they''re calling my name ¨C "Eat me, Pidgey! Eat me now!" ¨C and I can''t resist. I snag one with my talons andnd on a branch to savor this sweet treat.

    Oh, wow... this is incredible! The juice explodes in my beak, and I feel myself rejuvenated, like a whole new bird (or at least, a slightly less tired one). And then it hits me ¨C could these be Oran Berries? You know, the ones that restore HP in the games? In real life, I''m feeling like a superhero ¨C all energized and stuff.

    *Shake Shake*

    But my celebration is short-lived, as a Spearowes flying towards me, looking downright annoyed. Oops, did I eat its fruit? Uh-oh, this doesn''t look good...

 TATATATA

    TATATATA

    "SPEEER SPEER" the Spearow growled before his beak started glowing.

    Oh crap!

    The glowing beakes charging towards me.

    I quickly dodge using Quick Attack, shooting sideways like a bird-shaped bullet (with a white glow, no less). Using a move was weird, an energy inside me flowed in a certain manner after which the move was activated.

    I stop myself mid-air before face-nting into another tree ¨C close call!

    The very angry Spearow who had zoomed in to get revenge... crashes into the tree trunk behind me. The impact sends me tumbling through the air, but I manage to right myself.

    I look at the poor bird and can''t help but LOL ¨C its beak is stuck in the tree!

    Before it can even shout "SPPK!", I pounce on it with Tackle, flying straight into its back like a feathered freight train.

    The Spearow''s all, "Spearrr Spearr...", but I''m not having it.

    I grab its wings with my talons and start pecking away at its head, relentless as a bird-shaped drill. Even when it tries to free its beak, my grip is like steel (or at least, pigeon-strong).

    A few momentster.

    The poor thing''s now whimpering, its head and wings all bloody and bruised. I give it onest peck before letting go ¨C "Spearrr Spearr..." indeed!

    I stand victorious, as the Spearow sits in the corner, looking very much subdued. Take that, you dipshit! Don''t challenge a hyper-intelligent Pidgey like me! (ok ok, maybe not. Hyper-intelligent might be a stretch... but I''m definitely intelligent than you bird brained thing!)

    As I stand over the defeated Spearow, I realize that, despite being a bit of a bird-brain (ahem), I''m still not a total asshole. So, I do the right thing ¨C I leave half of the Oran Berry for my would-be attacker to eat.

    After all, sharing is caring... and I''m pretty sure that''s what they say in Pok¨¦mon world, too. The Spearow looks up at me with a mixture of gratitude and fear (okay, maybe just fear), and I fly off into the sunset, feeling like the most magnanimous Pidgey ever.

    Who knows? Maybe this little act of kindness will start a chain reaction of good deeds throughout thend... or maybe it''ll just mean that the Spearow won''t remember me as the guy who pecked its head to mush. Either way, I''m feeling good about myself ¨C and my Oran Berry-fueled energy is still going strong!

    Weirdly I feel a tad stronger than before somehow. Maybe it''s just my mind messing with me...

    As the sun starts to set, I spot a little town in the distance ¨C and wouldn''t you know it? It''s Pallet Town! I mean, I''ve seen this ce in three different ces, but I never thought I''d end up here as a bird-brained Pidgey!

    And how do I know that its Pallet Town? Its written on the goddamn signboard, you bird brained faggot!

    Oops, sorry about that, I forgot I''m a bird-brained Pidgey.

    So, I fly into the town, and as much as I want to go check out the main character''s house (is it Red from the games or Ash from the anime? Ugh, too confusing!), I have no idea where to start. I mean, the game map shows a tiny Pallet Town with barely any buildings... but this ce is a whole different story.

    It''s huge! The houses are all spread out, and they all look simr, so good luck trying to find Ash''s home (if it even exists in real life). But one thing stands out ¨C Professor Oak''s Lab. I mean, it''s not like you could miss that giant windmill and theb building right next to it.

    I''m exhausted from flying around, so I decide to take a break on top of one of these buildings. As I stretch my wings... oops, wrong body!

    I had transformed back into my pink, wiggly Ditto form. Guess all that flying was too much for me! Gotta keep that in mind when rxing my body next time.

    *Yawnnnn*

    The sun was already nearly gone, the streetlights had started lightening up the dark pathways. And honestly, I was feeling so damn tired.

    I just spread my body mass t and sticked to the roof. It was not 5-star, but it wasfortable enough for a sleep.

    Momentster, my consciousness slipped into darkness

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    Next Morning

    I woke up as a wiggly pink mass (aka Ditto) on top of a house in Pallet Town. But as I stretched a bit instinctively, my body became more vertical than horizontal, toppling my center of mass over.And roll roll roll I did, until my nted roof ended... and I started freefalling.

    "DIIIIIITTTTTT!"

    In slow motion, I watched myself plummet towards the ground, expecting to st like a water balloon. But instead, I bounced a few times, like a pink ball of jelly, before finallynding with a soft thud in the grass.

    "Tooo?"

    I''m left staring at my own pink form, trying to process what just happened. Not gonna lie, I totally shat my metaphysical pants!

    But Who knew being a Ditto could be so... bouncy? Ditto OP

    As I''m still trying to control my body mass to make it moveable, I hear a rustling in the nearby grass.

    "Ra?"

    "Rata?"

    I turn to look at the source of the sounds, and that''s when I see them - two massive purple rats, each one bigger than a small dog! Meet Ratatatatata... oops, got a bit more "ta" in the name than I intended.

    These chunky rodents are staring at me with beady little eyes, like they''re trying to figure out what in the world this pink blob is doing in their yard. I mean, I can''t me them - Ditto doesn''t exactly blend in with the surroundings, does it?

    The two massive purple rats, Ratatatatata and... um, let''s call the other one Ratatata-Two, stare at me in confusion. I''m just standing there, wiggling around like a pink jellybean, looking at their quadruple form in envy when suddenly...

    I start changing shape again! My Ditto form begins to morph into a rat-like creature,plete with pointy ears and a long, fluffy tail.

    The rats watch in a confused horror as the slime in front of them transforms into another Ratatatatata. It''s like they''re seeing some kind of pink, wiggly rat-zombie apocalypse unfolding before their eyes!

    Ratatatatata and Rattata-Two take a step back, wide-eyed and trembling, as if to say, "Uh, is this the end of our world? Should we start preparing for the Skrull Invasion?"

    Ratatatatata and Rattata-Two make a break for it, scurrying off in panic as if their rat brains are about to explode from the sheer horror of seeing me transform into a rat-like creature. I mean, who can me them? It''s not every day you see a pink blob turn into a giant rodent right before your eyes!

    "Tata?" I respond, my head tilted.

    As they flee, I''m left wondering, did my transformation send them into an existential crisis, tooplex for their tiny rat brains toprehend? Were they pondering the meaning of life and the nature of reality as they ran for their lives?

    Or was it just that they''re really bad at handling unexpected surprises? Like when you identally turn on the vacuum cleaner in a dark room and suddenly there''s this loud, terrifying noise. Yeah, that kind of reaction.

    I chuckle to myself, thinking about how my Magicarp transformation didn''t elicit the same level of terror from its fish-brain. Guess it just takes a certain kind of rat-titude to appreciate Ditto-style transformations!

    I''m still getting used to this new quadruple rat-form (Ratatatatata-Rat-Rat-Ditto), but I''m determined to make my way through Pallet Town.

    As I emerge from the grassed area and onto the pavement, I meet a mother-daughter pair. The daughter looks like she''s in preschool, and her eyes light up when she sees me.

    "EHHHH A POKEMON!!" the sheer excitement in her voice scared me for a second there.

    Shees running towards me with a squeal of delight, while her mom tries to catch up, looking rmed.

    "A RATATAAA", she squealed again, as if seeing one for the first time. The olderdy behind her was rushing to pull the girl back.

    But it''s toote. The little girl reaches out and grabs my small rat-like body, cooing "SO CUTEE!" in pure joy.

    I look up at the mom, who''s now standing behind her daughter, looking frazzled.

    I try tomunicate with a series of helpless squeaks, hoping she''ll understand that I''m not exactly a toy or a stuffed animal.

    But all the mom can do isugh nervously and try to pry her little girl loose from my rat-form. I guess it''s a good thing I''m not as squishy as I look!

    The little girl just can''t get enough of me! She''s gushing over my rat-form, petting my head, hugging me, and squealing with delight.

    I''m loving every minute of it, too. Who am I to stop her? I bask in the adoration, making the most of this adorable moment.

    But, as all good things muste to an end, the mother says, "Sweetie, you''re going to bete for school."

    The girl looks up at me with tears in her eyes and says, "Bye, raty!" before running off with her mom.

    The mother eximed while running behind her, "Alieee, don''t forget to wash your hands!"

    The departure was tearful, to say the least, with me making a sad, puppy-like face (or as close to it as I can manage). Who knew being a Ditto could be so... huggable?

 Lucky Me and a Big Booty

    Lucky Me and a Big Booty

    As I''m chillin'' like a rat-idal, enjoying all the attention from the little girl, I suddenly feel rejuvenated. It''s like those people always say - pets are good for you. Or maybe it''s just that I''ve got low standards and getting petted by anyone is good enough for me.

    I hit the pavement again, my purple-rat form lumbering along as I take in the sights of Pallet Town. People pass by, some of ''em giving me a nce or two, but most are too busy being human to really care about this pink blob-turned-rodent wandering around.

    I''m just another Ratatatata, right? I mean, they''re equivalent of rats, pretty muchmon on my earth.

    But hey, at least these Pallet Town folk are used to seeing ''em.

    Suddenly my sensitive ears perk up. Why?

    Cuz I catch a name that makes me pause mid-stride.

    I start running toward that direction with my stubby feet and there I see it. A boy, around 13-14 years old, sporting a red cap and blue jacket - none other than Ash Fucking Ketchum, running away from a hot woman who''s screaming at him. "Ash! You skipped breakfast again!" she yells after him, shaking her head in exasperation.

    "I will eatter Mom! I''m going to Professor Oak''sb to meet Gary now!" he yells back as he sprints away from Delia''s disappointed gaze.

    His mom throws up her hands in a gesture of pure exasperation, shaking her head like she''s trying to rattle some sense into his skull.

    "What am I going to do with this boy...?" she mutters to herself.

    Oh myy, this is the the anime world! Thanks Go-i mean, Arceus!

    I didn''t remember that much about the games. Like give me a fucking break.

    It''s been more than three fucking decades since Pokemon Red wasunched. How the fuck am I supposed to remember that?

    But if we are talking about anime, huhuhu, I am quite confident.

    After all I had to sit with little annoying critters called cousins while they watched Pokemon on TV. That pretty much had refreshed quite a bit of my memory.

    Coming back to the scene. Ash was gone, leaving his pretty and helpless mom alone...

    Hehehe

    Don''t you worry boy, I''ll take care of your mom while you''re off chasing Pok¨¦mon dreams.

    An evil smile creeps onto my cute rat face as I strut towards Delia, her back to me like she''s an unsuspecting snack or something.

    Damn, that ass is a killer.

    If I could whistle, I''d be whistling right about now.

    I morph into Ditto form again and slither my slimy body around until I''m standing behind Delia.

    "Diiiitoo?" I say, my voice low and smooth like a rat whispering sweet nothings in someone''s ear.

    My words catch her off guard, and she turns to face me, a look of surprise flitting across her features.

    Delia''s eyes widen slightly as she takes in my Ditto form. For a moment, I worry that my n might be foiled by her getting scared and running away. But then her expression softens, and she seems to rx, a small smile ying on her lips.

    Yeah boy, that''s called ditto''s cuteness charm.

    "Ah, a Pok¨¦mon! How...unexpected," she says, her voice warm and friendly. She takes a step closer to me, her hand outstretched in a gesture of affection. "You''re a lovely Ditto, aren''t you?"

    I nod eagerly.

    "What are you doing here little guy?"

    I behave myself, not trying to lick her face or anything, not yet, just standing there, being my adorable Ditto self as I ept her gentle petting.

    "Dittoo Ditto", I speak what even I dont understand, and basically by her looks, neither did she.

    But she didn''t stop the petting atleast.

    Yeah, I''m basically a Pok¨¦mon right now, all about the cuddles and the attention.

    I extend both of my stubby appendages in the air like I''m conducting an imaginary orchestra or something, and let out a high-pitched "Ditttttoo Ditttoo" with a matching cute voice. I''m basically begging her to pick me up now, making puppy dog eyes at her with my Ditto face.

    Delia can''t resist this level of adorableness, and she scoops me up gently, bringing our faces to the same level. "Oh, you want to be picked up? Such a cutie," she coos, her voice dripping with affection as she gazes into my eyes. I''m basically basking in the warmth of her attention now, feeling like the most lovable Ditto in the world.

    --

    Some momentster

    Delia walks into her cozy little house with me still clutched in her hands, and I''m taking in the sights of this new environment. I''m not just a Ditto, I''m a horny Ditto, so I''m already thinking about all the possibilities that could unfold now that we''re alone.

    As she heads towards the living room, I nce around, taking in the familiar Pok¨¦mon decorations, the photos on the walls, and thefy-looking couches. Delia sets me down on the soft cushion

    I smell something delicious in the air, making my stomach growl.

    Wait, does Ditto even have a stomach? I don''t feel so...

    Still I give in to my Ditto urges and look up at Delia with big, hopeful eyes.

    She''s still got that warm, loving smile on her face as she asks, "Are you hungry? Want some cookies?" and brings out a te of freshly baked treats from the kitched, plopping down beside me on the couch.

    "Dii Dii," I coo, trying to sound as cute and pitiful as possible - my default setting, basically. Deliaughs and leans in with a cookie, holding it near my mouth like she''s feeding a baby or something.

    "Here you go," she says, and I open my mouth wide, expecting her to pop the treat inside.

    Not disappointing, she pops it inside and I chew it. Hell yeah, I can still chew even though I''m just a ball of slime! And I can taste that sweet, choctey goodness - thank Arceus!

    Ahh, the sweetness of those cookies is something else. I nearly melt with delight as I chew and swallow.

    "Want another?" she asks, bringing another cookie near me. I nod eagerly, because what''s not to love about free cookies?

    And there goes another cookie inside me. "DUP!" I burp, feeling pleasantly full.

    Delia''s eyes light up with amusement, and she scoops me up, rubbing her cheek on mine. "So adorable," she coos, and I can feel my Ditto heart melting under her affectionate touch. Who knew being a ball of slime could be so... lovable

    Wait, no I''m not here for cookies! I''m here for the booty, baby! Taking advantage of our close proximity, I wiggle my Ditto body and trail along her face. She watches in surprise, clearly not expecting this level of...enthusiasm.

 Wet & Sloppy

    Wet & Sloppy

    My slimy mouth oveps hers, and my tongue-like appendage starts probing her lips with surprising force.

    Maybe because she''s in a state of utter shock from the unexpected advance, her body goes into "what the fuck" mode, allowing me to open her lips and slide inside with my gooey self.

    I slipped my tongue into her mouth, probing deep. Delia''s lips resist at first but lost the reluctanceter, my tentacled-tongue forcing and toying with Her''s.

    Our tongues sh and tangle, a wet, sloppy mess of mouths. She lightly tries to push me away but I stick, suction-cupped to her face like a pink blob from hell.

    Delia''s hands fly up, trying to dislodge me but it''s toote, my tongue has won the battle. Her lips rx and she yields to my invasion.

    My tongueps at her teeth, teasing them apart with licks and probes. Delia''s eyes lock onto mine, a mix of shock and arousal etched on her face.

    I feel her go limp, surrendering to my advances as I ravage her mouth like a starved beast. Our tongues dance, a primal disy of passion and lust

    I pull back from her mouth, leaving behind a wet, sloppy kiss. Delia''s eyes flutter open, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

    Her face is coated in my slime, sticky and pink like a ghostly mask. I grin, feeling triumphant as she tries to wipe the goo off with the back of her hand.

    The air''s thick with tension between us, my Ditto body still pressed against hers.

    "Wh-What was that!?" she said while gaping.

    I don''t answer with words. I had already had a taste of the peach, and I am now craving some more.

    A shiver runs down her spine as I lean in again, my lips parting in a hungry grin.

    She tries to move a bit away but it was in vain. Even as she stood up and tried to back back away from me, I was still glued to her body. And so, unwillingly, her face was again covered by my slimy body.

    I engulf her face once more, our bodies pressed together as I move in for the kill.

    Delia''s hands il around, trying to dislodge me but I''m stuck fast, a pink and gooey prison holding her captive.

    "Squuuueeesh!" is all that escapes her mouth as I seal my lips on hers again, the sound of our kissing amplified by the wet, sloppy mess we''re making.

    "Mmmmmm!"

    Our tongues sh in another series of sloppy, slurping kisses.

    "Plink-plink-plink" goes my tongue as it flicks in and out of her mouth, iming every inch of her lips.

    Delia''s eyes roll back in her head as I ravage her mouth, my tentacled-tongue taking no prisoners. "Slurp-slurp-SLURP!" we go, our kiss a messy, passionate explosion of sound and sensation, her hand which were moments ago trying to pry me away, now pressing me into herself.

    She falls back onto the couch, eyes wide with surprise on the sudden fall, but I don''t let up, my lips still ravaging hers in a messy, passionate kiss.

    Meanwhile, my other appendage stretches and trails across her cleavage, sending shivers down her spine despite her best efforts to resist. No matter what she does, I''m still stuck to her body like glue, a pink and gooey prison holding her captive.

    My appendage slips inside her chest piece as well as the soft bra, wrapping around her soft mound and giving it a gentle squeeze.

    "Mhmm" she moans, her voice muffled from the wild ongoing kiss as I continue to ravage her mouth with my tentacled-tongue.

    *Squueeze-squueeze-squueeeze*

    goes my appendage as it squeezes and releases, squeezing and releasing, a rhythmic motion that sends waves of pleasure through her body which I could feel from shivering of her tongue.

    I pull my tongue out of her mouth, releasing it from its ravaging duties. The pink appendage follows suit, retracting back to my Ditto form as I settle onto her chest.

    I gaze up at Delia with an innocent and curious expression, my eyes shaped into a cresent shape with joy.

    "Dittoo?" I mewl to her.

    Delia''s face is a deep shade of red from the pleasure andck of breath, her chest heaving rapidly as she tries to catch her wind. She looks like she''s been put through a wringer.

    "Th-that was...amazing..." she murmured as her gaze lingers on my innocent face, her mind reeling with the thought: Did he even know what he did? Was it just... natural for Dittos?

    She begins to doubt herself, wondering if she misinterpreted the whole situation. Maybe it was all an ident, a mere coincidence that her cheeks happened to be in the way of his... exploratory appendages.

    Rubbing her cheeks on him? Oh dear, had she been too forward? Delia''s face flushes even more as she starts to feel a mix of embarrassment and guilt. It''s possible that Ditto was just reacting instinctively, without any awareness of its actions.

    The thought makes her hesitate, unsure of how to react or what to make of the situation. Should sheugh it off, try to y it cool, or maybe... apologize? The more Delia thinks about it, the more confused and flustered she bes.

    Deliaughed nervously as she tried to y down the situation, "Uh, I think we got a bit carried away there, didn''t we?"

    But my Ditto brain was still stuck on innocent mode, and all I did was a curious "Dittoo?" as I gazed up at her with an expression of genuine curiosity.

    Delia''sughter faltered and she looked away, trying to gather her thoughts. When she turned back to me, her voice wasced with embarrassment. "Oh, nothing. Never mind..."

    But my Ditto eyes were still wide with wonder, as if I had no idea what we just did or why Delia seemed so flustered.

    "Dii Dii Ditoo?" I chimed in again, tilting my head to the side and looking at her with an expression that was both innocent and baffling.

    Delia sighed and tried to reassure me, "It''s okay, Ditto. I think we just... um, bonded a little too strongly there."

    With another "Dittoo," I sprang up from Delia''s chest andnded on the couch beside her, my Ditto body sprawling out in a rxed heap as I let out a contented sigh.

    Delia watched me, her eyes a mix of amusement and confusion as she tried to process what was happening. One minute, we were engaging in a passionate kiss, and the next, I was acting like I had no idea what just transpired, as if it was all just a series of innocent misunderstandings.

    She shook her head slightly, a small smile ying on her lips as she regarded me with a mix of affection and exasperation. "You''re something else, Ditto," she murmured, her voice low and soft.

 Catch My Ass

    Catch My Ass

    I decided to stay here for a while, letting the chicken named Delia cook for a proper feast.

    The rest of the day was spent lounging on the couch, munching on cookies whenever I felt peckish. Thefort of the house was something else, and I couldn''t deny it.

    Delia tried to ask me a few times about whether I had a trainer, but I just shook my head and she didn''t push the matter. asionally, she would sneak a nce at my majestic body, and I could see her face reddening a bit.

    A couple of hourster, Ash Ketchum returned home, his clothes a bit dirty. He saw me on the sofa and his eyes widened with amazement.

    "A POKEMON!?" he eximed, as if he had never seen a Ditto before. "Are you... are you a wild Pok¨¦mon?"

    I blinkedzily at him, my head still resting against the couch cushion. "Dittoo," I replied, shrugging.

    Ash''s face lit up with even more excitement. "You must be wild! What are you doing here? Are you looking for a trainer?"

    I shrugged again and burrowed deeper into the couch cushions. Delia chuckled and shook her head at Ash''s energy.

    "Give him some space, Ash. He looks ufortable."

    Ash nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yeah, yeah, of course! I''ll just... uh... go clean up first, then I can ask you all sorts of questions!"

    I let out a sigh. This was the life. Way better than being stuck in a Pok¨¦ Ball. It made me understand how much pets apparently enjoyed life, if they get a proper house that is.

    I dozed off to the sound of Ash rummaging around upstairs and the TV ying softly downstairs. Delia sat next to me, gently stroking my head. It actually felt kinda nice.

    After a while, Ash came back down, looking a little less like a walking disaster zone. He plopped down next to Delia, his eyes glued to me.

    His sudden movement jerked my body up from couch a bit, breaking my light dozing.

    Fucking hell kid, can''t a ditto just sleep in peace! I had to do many things at night too!

    "Mom, do you think we could catch it? Dittos are so strong!"

    Deliaughed softly. "We''ll see, Ash. It depends if Ditto wants to be caught."

    Ash''s face fell. "Aw, man¡­"

    Delia ruffled his hair, which just seemed to annoy him. She was right, though. No way was I letting myself get caught.

    I had ns, and they didn''t involve being stuck inside a Pok¨¦ Ball and fighting like a ve for entertainment.

    "Besides," Delia added, "you haven''t even gotten your starter Pok¨¦mon from Professor Oak yet! You can''t catch another Pok¨¦mon before you get your first one."

    Ash deted like a popped balloon.

    Wow! This was too perfect. Not only was I free, but the kid didn''t even have any Pok¨¦ Balls!

    "Don''t worry," he mumbled, ring at me. "Tomorrow, I''m getting my Pok¨¦mon. And then, Ditto, you''re mine!"

    The fuck?

    I stuck my tongue out at him and climbed onto Delia''sp, snuggling into her for good measure. Sheughed and wrapped her arms around me.

    "Looks like he''s made his choice, Ash," she said, amusement in her voice.

    Ash''s jaw dropped. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out a way to catch me.

    Suddenly, his eyes widened as if struck by a brilliant idea. He jumped to his feet and pointed a finger at me, determination burning in his eyes.

    "Okay, Ditto," he dered. "How about a battle? If I win, you let me catch you! And if you win¡­" He paused, racking his brain. "If you win, you can have all the cookies you want!"

    I almostughed. Did he really think cookies were enough to tempt me? This kid was delusional, but then again, you don''t be Ash Motherfucking Ketchum without a bit of that.

    This guy had jumped into middle of Mew and Mewtwo attack, yeah, something crazy was totally there.

    I burrowed deeper into Delia''sp, turning my head away from Ash with an exaggerated "Diiitttt-to."

    Ash frowned. "What does that mean? Come on, Ditto, it''ll be fun!"

    To emphasize my point, I let out a loud yawn, stretching my body dramatically. "Di-tooo..."

    Delia chuckled, patting my head. "I think he''s saying no, Ash. He looks prettyfy, don''t you think?"

    Ash crossed his arms, pouting, but he didn''t argue further. "Fine," he grumbled. "But tomorrow, Ditto, you better be ready for a real battle!"

    I just snuggled closer to Delia, letting out a contented sigh.

    It wasn''t entirely a lie. Transforming took effort, and frankly, battling a ten-year-old with zero Pok¨¦mon experience sounded about as thrilling as watching paint dry.

    Delia chuckled and stroked my back. "I think Ditto''s had enough excitement for one day, Ash. Besides, you have a big day tomorrow, getting your first Pok¨¦mon. You should get some rest."

    Ash opened his mouth to argue, then seemed to think better of it. He sighed dramatically.

    "Fine," he grumbled. "But tomorrow, Ditto, you better be ready for a real battle!"

    You realize you just repeated your sentence, word by word?

    I stifled a yawn. Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, kid. For now, I was perfectly content to rx in Delia''s warm embrace, enjoying the simple pleasures of being a pampered house-Pok¨¦mon¡­

    Ash nodded eagerly to himself, as if he has made me agree to the challenge, his eyes shining with determination behind the curtain of messy brown hair that Delia was teasingly ruffling.

    I could see that he was a bit annoyed by the gesture, but I remained silent.

    Teenagers... what can you even say?

    "I''ll get you tomorrow, Ditto," he muttered, his voice low with resolve.

    In your dreams, dumbass.

    I just snuggled deeper into Delia''sp, my appendages wrapping around her waist, feeling the warmth and suppleness of her body and thefort of her embrace.

    Meanwhile, Delia''s face had gone a bit red due to the closeness of mine and her body, the scenes of earlier today no doubt guing her mind.

    As I basked in the warmth of Delia''sp, my mind wandered over the information I''d gathered. I was in the anime world of Pok¨¦mon, and Ash was about to embark on his very first journey as a trainer.

    I couldn''t help but ponder if this was merely a coincidence that I, a great Ditt-i mean human, had stumbled into this world just two days before the plot begins to unfold.

    ''Nah, bullshit,'' I thought to myself. ''No way is this a coincidence.''

    But even as I grumbled about the suspicious timing, my body rxed further into Delia''s embrace. It wasn''t that it mattered right now; the ''who reincarnated me and why'' questions would have to wait. For the time being, I was content to enjoy this warm,fortingp - and the delightful booty called Delia.

    hehe

 Hoarse Throats (R18+)

    Hoarse Throats (R18+)

    <strong>YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, DO NOT TREAD AHEAD IF YOU ARE NOT PREPARED</strong>

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    As night fell, Delia''s soft voice whispered, "Ash, it''ste, kiddo. You don''t want to bete for Professor Oak''s Lab tomorrow."

    I felt the warmth of her body leave me as she stood up, trying to move me quietly to the couch.

    But when she tried to put me down, I surprised her by slithering through her arms and climbing onto her shoulder instead, wrapping my appendage around her neck in a snug hug.

    "Okay, fine, you can stay there," Delia said with augh, adjusting me to getfy.

    Ash gave his mom an envious look before heading off to bed, his gaze lingering on the sight of Delia holding me on her shoulder.

    As Delia tried to remove me from her shoulder, I didn''t make it easy for her. She eventually gave in, deciding to take me with her to bed instead.

    "Sleep here if you want," she said with a sigh,ying down and covering herself with the nket.

    I watched as her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, I was wide awake, feeling farther from sleep than ever before. The peaceful atmosphere of Delia''s room only seemed to heighten my alertness.

    Delia''s snooze fest got brutally interrupted by this weird, slithery sensation on her chest. It wasn''t just on the surface of her clothes, but somehow seeping in like a sneaky little dick. She let out a pained "Ahhnn!" as she felt her right tit getting gently bitten and both breasts getting squeezed like a pair of cheap stress balls.

    Her eyes snapped open, eyes wide with mix of shock, difort, and a dash of weird arousal. She yanked off the covers, revealing a mess of tangled clothes and something pink writhing around her chest like a damn snake.

    She followed that pink thing''s movement, taking in the sight of my Ditto body slithering over her bare skin like it was on a goddamn mission.

    "Ditto, W-What the hell are you... Ah, stop!" she stammered, her words stuck in her throat as I kept going, sucking on her left tit and squeezing her right one like it owed me money.

    Now, about that shirt ¨C it was getting in the way of my moves so I did a little surgery with those de appendages, slicing through it like butter. Problem solved. Now we could get down to business.

    Delia''s eyes went bugfuck as she felt this frigid, gtinous crap on her skin.

    "This, this i-isn''t right," she squealed, trying to swat me away with her hand.

    Too bad, her fingers just slid off my slimy self like I was a greased pig at the county fair!

    My pink, slimy body oozed out of her chest, leaving her panting and heaving like a steam engine. "D-Ditto, what the hell... umm-mmph!"

    Before she could get all worked up, I slid on over to her face and engulfed it with my Ditto form. My tongue poked through her lips, probing and poking around like a curious, slimy finger.

    Delia''s lips parted in shock, and before she could try to push me away, my tentacled-tongue started going at her mouth like a jackhammer on steroids.

    "Mmm-mmm" I hummed, my tongue dancing with hers in this primal, passionate freak show that left Delia gasping for air. It didn''t take long for her tongue to join the dance.

    As I ravaged Delia''s mouth with my tentacled-tongue, I decided to get more frisky.

    I got to thinking about my dick. Imagining every contour, how it felt when touched... and willed my tongue to take on the shape of a certain... appendage.

    It was hard, but not too hard. The problem was, what''s the fun in just making the shape? You gotta get all the right details for the perfect cock.

    Meanwhile it seemed that Delia wasn''t doing too bad herself. Her tongue which earlier felt like a passive watcher seemed to now moving actively shing against my own long tongue.

    It was so fun, wrapping around her toungue like a snake and sqeezing it.

    *Mheeemm Sluurrpp Sluurp*

    I took care to leave a big hole in my body where her nose was, can''t have bitches choking without a deepthroat.

    It took around half a minute, spent kissing Delia passionately, before I felt the transformation take ce. My slimy, shapeless tongue began to morph into a hard, cylindrical shape with a mushroom-like head.

    Delia''s mind reeled from the intense kiss, and when she felt the change in my tongue, her eyes widened in surprise. The long tongue that had been toying with her''s was now bigger and harder, making her tongue recoil a bit before jumping back on it again

    "Ohhhh fuuuck" I thought to myself as I pulled my newfound tongue-dick out a bit. It was so sensitive, even the pleasure was almost too much for me to handle. I had to pull it out and back away from her face before adjusting its sensitivity ¨C her tongue was roaming around it like she was sucking on a lollypop.

    This wasn''t no rabbit; this was a damn subus!

    I looked at her with a new gaze, my eyes burning with intensity.

    "Your tongue...looks like a p-penis?" she asked, confused as her eyes cleared from the lust-filled dizziness and took in the creature in front of her.

    "Dit Dit," I nodded, my body still shivering a bit from the sudden dose of pleasure. I moved closer to her face once again.

    "Wait! Wait! We can tal- OOKKhuck!" her wide eyes were fixed on mine as she realized her mouth was filled with this new, alien appendage of mine.

    I gave her no answer, just mming my mouth back inside hers like a man possessed.

    "Pah pah pah" ¨C the sounds of our intense, primal movement echoed through the room as I started savagely face-fucking Delia like a goddamn facehugger from Alien. My tongue-dick thrashed in and out of her mouth with reckless abandon, leaving her eyes rolling back in her head like she was in some kind of lust-induced trance.

    Delia''s earlier attempts to push me away had given way to her hands rubbing against my body as I continued to ravage her mouth. I''m pretty sure her mind wasn''t in a good state ¨C theck of oxygen from my vigorous face-fucking had left her dazed and disoriented, unable to do much more than try to keep up with my relentless assault.

    But I didn''t want to make her suffocate, so I let her have brief moments of respite between each powerful thrust. Just enough air to breathe before I mmed back into her mouth like a sex-crazed maniac.

    Meanwhile, my other appendages weren''t just twiddling their thumbs. They''d moved over her breasts, cupping them gently and performing their own assault on her sensitive nipples. Pinching and pulling the buds, I could feel Delia''s mouth tighten around my shaft every time I did so ¨C a clear indication of the intense pleasure and difort she was experiencing.

    It was like I was conducting some kind of twisted symphony, with her body responding to my every move in perfect harmony. And I was the maestro, orchestrating this madness with precision and passion.

    Delia''s body started squirming under my touch, her hands still rubbing against me like she was in a trance. Her mouth continued to be ravaged by my tongue-dick, "aohhhh...mhmm" ¨C our passion-filled sounds echoing through the air.

    Her soft gasps for breath and asional moans punctuated the madness, making it clear that she was fully immersed in this twisted game we were ying.

    The pressure built up inside me, or whatever it is that''s driving my tongue-dick, until I couldn''t hold back any longer. "GUK-" I groaned, mming it deeper than ever before ¨C a torrent of liquid filling her mouth and puffed-out cheeks.

    It was so much that it started leaking from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin in a viscous stream. Delia''s eyes widened in shock as she watched me, her throat working hard to swallow as much of it as possible.

    When I finally pulled my tongue-dick out of her mouth, she coughed, spluttering all the white liquid over herself and the bed sheets. *cough cough cough*

    Delia''s face was all sorts of confused - like she''d just seen a Pikachu doing a backflip off the Eiffel Tower or something. "Wh-What are you do-doing Ditto?!" she asked, her voice shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

    Dude, I was just trying to return some favors, ya know? I gave her my signature Ditto response: "DITTO!" - with an extra emphasis on the joy part.

    I slid away from Delia''s chest and made a beeline for the goods again. Her voice cut off as I wrapped myself around those fabulous breasts of hers. "Wait- No Ahnn!"

    What''s a little face-fucking between friends, right? My tongue-dick had transformed back into your basic tongue, but that wasn''t gonna stop me from getting my suck on.

    As for the cum-covered tongue thing, I was like, ''Meh, it''s not like I''m gonna eat myself or anything.''

    Thanks to my sweet properties, nothing stuck around unless I wanted it to - like when I slid through the dirt without getting all dusty and gross.

    So, I just kept going, tongue-licking those nipples like they were ice cream cones. Who cares about a little stickiness? It''s not like I was gonna swallow myself or anything...

    I continued tovish attention on Delia''s breasts, my tongue sliding in and out of her cleavage as I savored every moment of our intimate encounter.

    Delia moaned, writhing in pleasure as I went to town on her big boobs. She clung to the bed sheets like they were a lifeline.

    "Mmm... Ahh... Ohhh..." Her sounds of ecstasy filled the air as I engulfed her entire chest at once. My unique biology allowed me to pleasure every point simultaneously, and Delia''s body was loving it.

    Her back arched up off the bed in a parabolic curve, and she let out a string of moans and gasps. Each one more desperate than thest, as her body craved release.

    But no, not yet. I slid my way across her toned stomach underneath her clothes. Delia instinctively groped her breasts, craving the pleasure I was giving her just moments ago.

    Suddenly she realized something by my absence and current movement.

    "No! Not theree" she eximed, realizing where my attention had shifted.

 Fire In A Cave(R18+)

    Fire In A Cave(R18+)

    Delia''s voice pleaded for me to stop, but I was too busy exploring her body. My pink, slimy form slid lower, seeking out new sensations.

    I slipped under the nket and felt the warmth emanating from her thighs. Her legs parted slightly, revealing a strip of soft, white skin. I didn''t hesitate, snaking my way between them to get closer to Delia''s heat.

    The pulse of her heartbeat grew stronger, faster as I hovered near the entrance to her secret garden. With a yful grin, I started tickling the outer lips with my long, pink tongue.

    Delia writhed in response, her moans growing louder and more urgent. "D-Ditto no! Stop it!" she begged, but I ignored her pleas.

    My Ditto form moved closer to the source of her pleasure, sliding lower to explore the warm, wet opening between her legs. Delia''s moans turned into gasps, then strangled cries as I probed deeper.

    The sensation built within her, growing stronger and more insistent until Delia couldn''t contain it any longer. A gush of warm liquid erupted from her body, coating my Ditto form in its sticky, sweet substance.

    What the fuck? I thought, as I absorbed the liquid into my body. Apparently, I could taste things using my whole body. Good thing it wasn''t automatic or I''d have tasted all the dirt while walking. Ugh, that would be disgusting.

    I reveled in the moment, savoring the taste and feel of Delia''s release as I continued top at her pleasure centers.

    My tongue danced within her flower, sending shivers down her spine and eliciting a chorus of moans from her lips.

    She tasted a bit citrus-like but also sweet. Yummy, I must say! *french chef muah*

    Delia''s body arched off the bed, her back bowing once more as she sumbed to the waves of pleasure that I was generating within her.

    "Ohhh fuckkk..I-I am cing!" she spat with held breath.

    Her fingers dug into the sheets, her knuckles white with tension as she rode out the climax I had brought upon her.

    "ah...ah..."

    As Delia''s moans began to subside, I slowly withdrew my tongue from her warmth, leaving behind a trail of sticky sweetness on her skin. This party has just started!

    Delia''s body still trembled from the aftershocks of our previous encounter as I continued my relentless assault on her senses.

    She hadn''t even realized that I had moved yet again, my tongue-turned-dick probing the entrance to her secret garden.

    A mixture of surprise and trepidation crossed Delia''s face as she noticed something rising between her thighs, its silhouette eerily simr to the thing that had ravaged her mouth moments ago. Her mind was still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, and by the time she managed to react, it was already toote.

    I could feel her legs parting slightly, involuntary anticipation of what was toe. My tongue-turned-dick rubbed gently against her pussy lips, eager to plunge into the warm, wet cave within. Delia''s moans grew louder as I teased her with my hard, pink appendage, rubbing it back and forth against her sensitive flesh.

    "Ohhh... What are you doing now? Ahhnn!" she cried out in surprise and pleasure, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and desire.

    Her body responded instinctively, moving up to meet me as I pressed forward. The head of my tongue-turned-dick nudged at the entrance to her vagina, slowly pushing its way inside with gentle insistence.

    Delia''s moans turned into whimpers, then gasps, as I slid deeper into her warmth. "Mmm... Mmm... Ohh... Ahh..." she breathed out in a string of soft, desperate sounds.

    I paused for a moment, giving her body time to adjust to the invasion. The sensation was electric, and Delia''s fingers dug into the bed sheets once more as she felt my tongue-turned-dick fill her to the brim.

    "Y-yes... Do it... Ohh..." she begged, her voice trembling with pleasure and anticipation.

    I pushed forward, slowly withdrawing before plunging back inside, creating a steady rhythm that left Delia gasping for breath. The bed creaked beneath our movements, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of sex and desire.

    "Mmm... Ahh... Y-yes... Ohh..." Delia''s moans grew louder as I continued my slow, deliberate assault on her senses, her body responding to every thrust with a gentle rocking motion.

    Her hips bucked up against me, meeting my tongue-turned-dick stroke for stroke. The bed sheets rustled and crumpled beneath our entwined bodies, a testament to the passion that had taken hold of us.

    Delia''s cries turned into wails as I continued to ravage her, her body trembling with every thrust. "Y-yes... Ohh... Ahh..." she moaned, her voice lost in a sea of pleasure and desperation.

    As I continued to plow into Delia''s warm, weing depths with my tongue-turned-dick, my other appendages didn''t remain idle. One of them, a long, slimy tentacle, slid down from the top of her chest and wrapped around her right breast, gently teasing and squeezing the nipple.

    Delia gasped audibly as the sensation shot through her body, her back arching in response to the sudden pleasure. Her fingers, still gripping the bed sheets, dug deeper, the sound of her nails scraping against the fabric filling the air.

    Meanwhile, another appendage crept lower, its pink tip rubbing delicately against Delia''s clitoris. The sensitive nub seemed toe alive under my touch, and Delia let out a sharp intake of breath as a jolt of pleasure shot through her entire body.

    "Ahhh... Y-yes! Ohh... Ahh..." she moaned, her voice rising in pitch as the sensations built within her. The sound echoed through the room, a mix of pleasure and desperation that left me eager to continue my assault on her senses.

    Delia''s hips bucked up against mine once more, meeting my tongue-turned-dick stroke for stroke as I continued to ravage her from within. The bed creaked beneath our movements, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire.

    My tentacles wrapped around her breasts, squeezing gently as they rubbed against the nipples. Delia''s cries turned into wails, her body trembling with every thrust as she hurtled towards a climax that seemed to be building within her.

    "Mmm... Ahh... Y-yes... Ohh..." Her voice was lost in a sea of pleasure and desperation, her body writhing beneath mine as I ravaged her from head to toe. The anticipation of her release was palpable, hanging in the air like an electric current, waiting to be discharged.

    And then, in that moment, Delia''s body seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces, her cries echoing through the room as she surrendered to the pleasure and let go of everything. I felt her body tighten around my tongue-turned-dick, and then rx, releasing a warm, wet gush of satisfaction within me.

    As I continued to move inside Delia, the echoes of her release still ringing in my ears, a sense of triumph and aplishment washed over me. It was a feeling that came from deep within, a primal urge to im and possess, to leave my mark on this beautiful woman.

    But I wasn''t done yet. With renewed fervor, I increased my pace, our bodies mming together with an audible *pah pah pah pah* rhythm. Delia''s eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto mine as she felt the intensity of our union build once more.

    For Delia, whose orgasm still lingered, that sudden increase in speed was too much to handle. Her voice slurred out a desperate plea: "Ahnn.. No, donttttt..."

    And yet, I couldn''t help myself. With a final burst of passion and energy, I released a stream of hot white liquid inside her in bulk, my reserves endless as my dick kept pumping more and more of the liquid inside.

    As the fluid filled herto brim, I pulled on her nipples with my tentacles, pinching and rolling them between my fingers to add to the sensory overload.

    Simultaneously, I used another appendage to pinch her clitoris, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through Delia''s entire body.

    "OOOOOOOOOhhhhh"

    Her mouth opened in an O shape as her eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure so intense that it left her momentarily paralyzed and speechless.

    Is this the legendary ahoge face?

    The bed creaked and groaned beneath our entwined bodies, as if cursing us for moving so much.

    The aftershocks of our lovemaking still resonating through the air, I slowly withdrew from Delia''s warm pussy, leaving behind a trail of white liquid seeping from her insides.

    Oh shit, I totally creampied this milf, didn''t I? Hopefully she doesn''t get pregnant from this.

    I mean, I had created my dick based on exactly myst life''s one, just pink and slimy. I didn''t know where the cum wasing from - maybe it was being created from air?

    Just like Water-Type Pok¨¦mon spit a waterfall worth of water from their tiny body...

    Wait! Does that mean I learned a simr move? Cum-Cannon? Damn...

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    QUICK POLL(SKIP THIS AND VOTE IN NEXT CHAPTER)

    Would you prefer independent adventures of ditto or should It be together with main cast?

    1.Independent

    2.Together

    It''s quite important for you guys to vote, I have good ideas for both option, but it depends on what you guys prefer.

    Due to editing some part of chapter, all votes got deleted, for which I apologize and would kindly ask you to revote in next chapter.

 Morning After

    Morning After

    I let out a triumphant whoop as I withdraw my tongue-turned-dick from Delia''s warm, sticky depths.

    Ah, the joys of being a Ditto!

    I gaze down at Delia, who''s lying there, looking like she''s been rode hard and put away wet (not that I''mining).

    Her eyes are still ssy from the afterglow, and her chest is rising and falling with each ragged breath.

    Ah, yeah, I think it''s safe to say I''ve left my mark on this one.

    As I slide off her body, I can''t help but feel a sense of aplishment. Who needs Pok¨¦mon battles when you can just straight-up dominate a human with your pink, slimy appendages? I mean, I know Delia might be feeling a little... overwhelmed right now, but hey, that''s what makes life worth living, right?

    But wait, what''s this? Is Delia actually getting up from the bed? And is she looking at me like she''s about to either vomit or cry? Oh dear, did I overdo it just a bit? *whistles innocently*

    Hey, don''t worry, Delia! It was just a little... Ditto-style loving. You''ll get used to it in no time.

    Besides, I''m sure Ash would be thrilled to know that his mom''s getting some action from the most versatile Pok¨¦mon out there.

    Ugh, I hope she doesn''t actually start crying. I didn''t mean to traumatize her or anything. *pauses to reflect*

    Wait, is that a smile? Is Delia actually smiling at me? Oh, score one for Ditto!

    I snuggled up close to Delia, wrapping my pink, slimy body around hers in a gentle hug. She felt a bit... stunned, I could tell. Her thoughts were racing like a Ditto''s transformations - what just happened? Did this little cute thing just face-fuck me and then pound my snatch to heaven? Did I just... did I actually just get fucked by a Pok¨¦mon? Why did it felt so goddamn good?

    As shey there, her mind reeling with the implications, I made soft "Dit-DOO" sounds in her ear. It was all I could manage right now - no fancy words orplex sentences for me.

    But Delia seemed to understand, rubbing my Ditto body against hers like she was trying to soothe some of the shock away.

    Outside our room, Ash''s voice called out, "Mom? Is everything okay in there?"

    Delia must have heard it too, because she suddenly sat up and called back, "Oh, honey, I''m fine! Just... just getting something done. Go go back to sleep, would you?"

    "Oh, Okay..." I heard his steps getting away.

    Ah, poor kid - no idea what his mom was going through right now. Delia waved him off, still trying to process her thoughts.

    What the fuck did I do, Delia? Her mind screamed in response, overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions coursing through her body. The numbness and sensitivity were still there, like a constant reminder of what had just happened.

    As shey back down, her eyes closed in an attempt to calm herself, I snuggled up closer, making soft "Dit-DOO" sounds in her ear once more. It was all I could do - try tofort the poor woman as she struggled toe to terms with being... well, Pok¨¦-fucked.

    "I hope he didn''t hear anything... " She said with her face hidden by her hands.

    I could practically see the steaming from her head.

    Her body and mind still felt like it was on fire, even after what felt like an eternity after herst orgasm.

    The swollen pussy lips were a constant reminder of my antics, and Delia''s mind was reeling with the implications.

    But for now, I justy there beside her, hoping to soothe some of the shock away.

    After Ash went back to his room, Delia fell back onto the bed, totally exhausted to think any more.

    And with my warm andfy embrace, it didn''t take long for her to doze off to sleep, her body and mind both exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

    Sometimeter, I also drifted off to sleep.

    But I couldn''t help but think that this was probably the most... eventful night Delia had experienced in a long time.

    ..

    ..

    Ugh, what''s going on? Delia''s thoughts echoed as she woke up to the unfamiliar sensation of wetness underneath her body. She tried to move, and her legs felt sticky, like something was stuck to them.

    As she looked down, she saw that it was indeed a gooey substance clinging to her crotch and thighs.

    Her heart racing, Delia tentatively touched her pussy, and her eyes widened in slight horror as she felt the gooey white substance spilling out from inside her.

    What. The. Hell. She hadn''t realizedst night that the Ditto had... done what it did.

    Well she did feel that but after all that pounding, her mind was exactly in a stae of contemtion and thinking.

    Panic set in as she tried to process this information. Did Pok¨¦mon even cum? She''d never heard of it, but it didn''t matter - the sensation was still there, and it wasn''t exactly calming her down.

    This small thing had cummed a boatload of cum inside her? How was that even possible for gods sake!?

    As shey there, trying to make sense of the chaos, I (the Ditto) snuggled up closer, making soft "Dit-DOO" sounds in her ear. Delia rolled over onto her side, giving me a look that could only be described as a mixture of utter confusion and bafflement.

    What had she gotten herself into? She thought back to the night before, trying to recall how this had all happened.

    The memory of my pink, slimy form writhing against hers was still fresh in her mind, making her blush even more.

    Ugh, Delia thought, what am I supposed to do with this... this Pok¨¦mon cum inside me? Does it even matter if it''s a normal thing for Pok¨¦mon to do? She let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to process the mess.

    Delia''s thoughts were still reeling from the events of the previous night. She was trying to make sense of what had happened, but her mind kept wandering back to the sensations she''d experienced.

    "Mmm... What''s going on?" Delia muttered to herself as I (the Ditto) began to sneakily slither up her back.

    "Ahh!" I whispered in her ear, grabbing her boobs with both of my appendages and fondling them. My fingers flicked against her nipples, sending shivers down her spine.

    "Oooh... Oh no, not again..." Delia''s moans filled the air as she felt her body responding to the sensation. Her skin was still sensitive fromst night''s escapades, and I knew that I had her right where I wanted her.

    "Mmm... Ahh... Ohhh!" Delia''s moans grew louder, more insistent as my fingers continued to tease her nipples.

    "What are you doing? Stop it! Wait, don''t stop..." Delia''s protests were half-hearted at best, her body still reeling from the sensations I was creating.

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    QUICK POLL

    Would you prefer independent adventures of ditto or should It be together with main cast?

    1.Independent

    2.Together

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 Start of an Adventure

    Start of an Adventure

    Suddenly we all heard a sound of thudding, as if somebody had thrown something against the wall.

    As Delia was about to get up and check, a voice rang through the house.

    "WHAT TIME IS IT!? I AM LATE"

    It was Ash of course,te for his starter choosing ceremony.

    It''s a canon eventd, can''t be changed.

    I mean, I could have made a ruckus earlier and woke everyone up, but where''s the fun in that?

    As much fun as messing up the canon timeline appeared to me, that would be hitting my own sole(not that i have one), letting go of all the meta-knowledge.

    Delia suddenly seemed to have a moment of realization from the noise as she hurriedly tried to get up from the bed, but s all that actionst night had left her legs weak.

    "Ouchh" Combined with the plenty liquids on floor, it made her fall t on her face.

    Her ass up in air, ripe for taking.Damn, that flower looks so beautiful, and the puckering hole above it, even more...

    But no, it would be too much for the poor woman.

    But that didn''t mean I could not register the beautiful sight in my mind.

    She moved to sitting position, wiping her elbows, and when she saw me looking at her, drooling, she shot an angry re.

    "Its because of you! Why did you go r-rough!?" she eximed at me, her voice trembling with shame.

    I just shrugged. A man gotta do what he gotta do..

    "You!", Unable to form a response, she just looked away.

    "Just you wait, you sneaky bastard", I heard her mutter under her breath.

    Then noise of door mming came from outside.

    With careful movement, she got up from ground, cum trailing down her thighs like a ribbon. She didn''t even bother to stop and clean herself off.

    Damn, she was kinky...

    As she rushed out the door, I watched her with my head tilted.

    I followed her out, jumping down from the bed and flopping my bubbly body after her.

    As I came out of the bedroom door, I saw her quickly shoving many things in a backpack.

    "This boy... why is he always in hurry. At least eat something... !" she muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead in exasperation.

    Wait, that backpack was quite familiar. Well, how couldn''t it be, that miser boy carried it for so many seasons

    As we reached the front door, Delia let out a frustrated sigh as she realized that she had forgotten food.

    Finally putting everything inside, she picked the backpack.

    I looked at her in wonder, does she even know that...

    She fucking didn''t.

    Just as she was about to rush out into the morning light, I coughed loudly behind her, "Ditto diii!"

    My voice brought her attention back to me, and she turned around with a confused and embarrassed gaze.

    I pointed my hand toward her, and Delia''s eyes dropped down to see the freely hanging tits, the cum-stained thighs and her naked body that still bore the marks of our lovemaking.

    "Kyaaaa-"

    Her cheeks reddened as she let out a mortified gasp.

    And then, in a fit of panic, she rushed back into the room, leaving me to stand there with my tongue hanging out of my mouth as I snickered to myself.

    ...

    5 minutester

    Delia mmed the door behind her as she rushed out of the house. A backpack in her hand, a ditto on her head and this time: with some fucking clothes.

    Her legs were still shaking a bit, half from tiredness, other half from swollen petals, which were of course med on him.

    Rushing all the way, we met some people, mostly her neighbours. But she couldn''t respond much as she was in rush.

    I think that wasn''t supposed to happen, was it? I remembered quite a few people waiting for Ash outside theb originally.

    Maybe Delia had woken up earlier and went around preparing the mob for Ash''s departure originally. Still, even then she forgot to wake him up.

    She is such a klutz. I stroked her cheeks as she was running.

    "Ditto, don''t you freaking distract me", she cried.

    When we finally made it to Professor Oak''sboratory, Ash was already out on the front gate, looking like he was about to start his Pok¨¦mon journey.

    And by his side stood a small yellow rat-like Pok¨¦mon that I recognized as Pikachu - the beloved of all trainers, well, those who started with anime atleast.

    For us gamers, Charmander rocks! Char Char

    The small rat seemed to be grumbling like a old man on toilet who isn''t able to shit. I remember it not liking to go inside poke-balls, and he was just released from a long stay inside of one.

    What caught my attention next was the greyish-white haired man standing next to him, who seemed to radiate wisdom and authority. Professor Oak himself!

    Delia huffed and puffed as she finally made it to gate, her bag slung over her shoulder.

    "Here you go, Ash!" she said, handing him the backpack.

    "Mom? Why were you running?" Ash asked curiously to the heaving Delia. She looked like she had just ran amarathon.

    "J-Just ...hah..take it hah" she managed to utter between her breath.

    Ash took it from her, a bit confused.

    What could she even say? A Ditto pounded her so hard at night that she forgot when to wake up?She couldn''t tell her son, or anyone for that matter.

    ''This cheeky thing'' She fumed internally, feeling the ditto riding her head, pulling at her hairs like she was a horse.

    Still, she couldn''t show anything, so she tried to y normal. She greeted Professor Oak before looking at her son.

    "What''s this?" Delia asked, eyeing Pikachu curiously. "Is this the Pok¨¦mon you chose?"

    Ash grinned. "Yeah, that''s it! This is the one I got."

    Delia looked at Pikachu, but it just stared back at her silently. "Uh, isn''t it supposed to say something?" she asked Ash.

    Ash chuckled. "Hey, Pikachu! Say hi to my mom!"

    Pikachu ignored him, as was its won''t.

    Delia and I exchanged a look, and I wiggled my tongue at the little rat Pok¨¦mon. It seemed to irk him, but he just stared back at us, sparks flying from red polka dots on his cheeks.

    I too stared at it with menacing eyes.

    Just try it you bastard, and see if I won''t show you how many creative ways a slime can kill.

    By menacing, I meant distorting my eyes shape to make it pointy and elongated.

    That seemed to have deterred it, as it just looked elsewhere.

    Delia told Ash about what she''d packed in his backpack, but Ash just just quickly snatched everything from her.

    "You''re embarrassing me, Mom!" he eximed.

    Delia wiped a tear from her eye. "My little baby is going off on his own Pok¨¦mon journey..." She tried to hug him, but Ash dodged out of the way.

    Just then, Professor Oak appeared. "Ah, sorry to interrupt! Delia, dear, it''s so nice to see you again. And who''s this fine specimen on top of your head?" he asked, eyeing me curiously.

    Delia coughed ufortably. "Oh, I found this Ditto outside my house and... well, he just sort of stuck with me."

    Professor Oak''s eyes lit up. "A Ditto! That''s a rare Pok¨¦mon indeed, especially around Pallet Town. Even more so, since you''re here." He turned to Ash. "Tell me, Ash, have you heard about Dittos?"

    Ash nodded a bit, "Somewhat, I heard they are quite strong"

    "Thats true, but do you know why? They can mimic other Pok¨¦mons and sometimes even objects," Professor Oak said. "It makes them quite hard to defeat in addition to being tiresome to spot."

    I puffed my body on hearing the praise.

    Meanwhile Delia scratched her cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed. She thought inwardly that it had mimicked a dick quite well... *ahem*... anyway...

    Professor Oak tried to pet me, but I moved away from his touch.

    Ugh, no men touching my body please!

    I hissed silently. Doesn''t matter if they''re young or old!

    Professor Oak''s eyes widened in surprise at my sudden movement, but he chuckled good-naturedly. "Well, I suppose some Pok¨¦mon are more particr about their personal space than others," he said.

    Delia rolled her eyes, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Yes, well, Ditto is a bit shy when interacting with others," she said.

    Just then, Ash stepped forward, determination in his eyes.

    "Ditto! Remember out bet fromst night?" he asked eagerly.

 Sad Delia

    Sad Delia

    Just then, Ash stepped forward, determination in his eyes.

    "Ditto! Remember out bet fromst night?" he asked eagerly.

    "Toto" I shaked my head negatively.

    "You do? Then lets battle! I''m going to catch you!" he dered with conviction.

    That meant NO, you dumbhead.

    I gave him a dismissive look before sliding down from Delia''s head and wrapping myself around her nape.

    It was as if I didn''t want to leave her side, and Delia felt a bit of ticklishness mixed with embarrassment at the sudden movement.

    But she controlled herself, not wanting to draw attention to herself,

    Professor Oak cleared his throat, "It seems Ditto here doesn''t seem too keen on going with you, Ash," he said. "And that''s perfectly all right. You shouldn''t force too much when dealing with Pok¨¦mon. Sometimes they need a bit of space and sometimes it okay to let go."

    Ash sighed, discouraged a bit. But looking at his starter Pok¨¦mon, which still didn''t seem like wanting to follow hismand, he felt a bit better.

    Handling one like it would be tough, perhaps it would be better if he doesn''t call more trouble on his head.

    "I understand Professor" Ash replied after thinking.

    Professor Oak''s expression turned serious, his eyes sparkling with a hint of encouragement. "Alright, I think you''re ready to start your journey now. The three other trainers who came before you have already set off, so you''d better get moving."

    Ash nodded eagerly, his face lighting up with excitement. "Okay, Professor! Thanks for everything!"

    But as he reached out to pick up Pikachu, the little rat Pok¨¦mon let out a sudden cry and unleashed a Thunder Shock attack, sending electricity crackling through Ash''s body.

    Again, it seemed him getting shocked was a canon event, I thought while snickering which resulted in Delia silently pinching me. Ouch...

    Professor Oak chuckled knowingly. "It seems Pikachu is still a bit feisty, isn''t it? Take some time, he will warm up to you"

    Pikachu seemed to disagree with him, "Pika" he said, turning his head away.

    Ash yelped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock(pun not intended).

    "What was that for, Pikachu?"

    "Pika Pi" The rat answered, or apparently, not.

    Who knows, not me, I don''t understand pokenguage.

    Professor Oak intervened, his voice calm but firm. "You should use the rubber gloves in your backpack to protect yourself from Pikachu''s Thunder Shock."

    Ash looked taken aback, his eyes squinting with confusion. "Why? Why do I need rubber gloves?"

    Ah, the woes of not having proper education system, Imented in my mind.

    Oak''s expression turned patient. "Because rubber is a good instor, Ash. It won''t allow electricity to pass through it, so you''ll be protected from Pikachu''s attacks."

    Ash''s face lit up with understanding. "Ah, I get it! Thanks, Professor!"

    As he rummaged through his backpack for the rubber gloves, Delia watched him with a mixture of concern and pride.

    "Take care Ash, and give me a call when you reach Pewter City, Okay?" She told him with a soft voice.

    "Don''t worry mom, I will.."

    After giving her a short hug, he picked the reluctant Pikachu and started walking.

    Delia''s eyes followed Ash as he walked away, a mix of sadness and pride on her face. She felt a pang in her heart as she watched her little boy embark on his own adventure, leaving her behind.

    But I, the Ditto, was there to console her. I patted her cheeks with my appendage, trying to soothe her sadness. My soft, squishy body seemed to absorb her worries, and Delia''s eyes softened as she looked at me.

    "Mmm... Thanks, Ditto," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. "Let''s head back"

    I nodded, or rather, wiggled my appendage in a nodding motion. Delia smiled slightly, and I could sense her sadness slowly lifting.

    After saying goodbye to Professor Oak and watching Ash disappear into the distance, Delia turned around and walked back towards her home.

    That professor did ask me if I wanted some treats, but I shaked my head.

    I wasn''t some innocent loli, who would be lured away by old men with candies!

    While on out way back, I remained stuck to her head, my appendage still patting her cheek from time to time.

    As we approached the house, Delia''s footsteps slowed, and her gaze dropped, her eyes clouding over like a summer sky before a storm. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes gazing off into the distance, her brows furrowed in concern. The gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees couldn''t dispel the mncholy that shrouded her.

    I didn''t like seeing her so down, so I did what any good Ditto should do - a good session of slime-kissing! I puckered up, my slimy lips quivering with excitement.

    The innocent kind of course, a big, sloppy slime kiss on the cheek, trying to lift her mood. I leaned in, my body glowing with a soft, pulsing light, and nted a wet, squelchy smooch on her cheek.

    *Smooochhh*

    "Ohhh!" she eximed, surprised by my sudden disy of affection. Her eyes widened, and her face lit up with a mix of shock and amusement.

    Sheughed and swatted at me, her hand waving in a yful, gentle motion, but I just kept kissing her, determined to make her smile. My slime-kisses left behind a trail of glistening, shimmering residue on her skin, like a string of tiny, sparkling diamonds.

    After a few minutes of pecking, Delia''s sadness started to fade, reced by a warm glow on her cheeks. She smiled and giggled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and her whole face transformed into a sun-kissed radiance.

    "Being so lovey-dovey, huh?" Delia asked me with a teasing tone, her voiceced with a hint of yful sarcasm.

    "Dit Dit," I just shrugged, my body bobbing up and down in a goofy, endearing motion. Apparently, either she didn''t mind me pouncing on her sleeping form or didn''t want to talk about it.

    Either way, she didn''t look angry now, so that''s a win. That''s why you like milfs, they are surprisingly open about these things.

    "What are you, anyway?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I have never seen a Pok¨¦mon like you..." Her eyes roved over my amorphous form, taking in my shimmering, iridescent skin and my tendency to shift and flow like a liquid.

    "Ditto," I answered the simple question, my voice a series of happy, bubbly chirps.

    "Of course, I can see that, you doofus!" she said, pping my head lightly, her hand making a soft, squelching sound as it connected with my slimy skin.

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 Double

    Double

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    What can I say other than Ditto? Or maybe I can...

    I looked at Delia and activated my mimic ability.

    My body started to shift and contort, mimicking every curve and contour of hers. My skin transformed to match herplexion, and my eyes morphed into identical twin orbs. I was now the spitting image of Delia herself.

    I could even feel the two round mounds on my chest.

    Damn...

    As for dear Dalia, her reaction was priceless. She did a double take, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at...herself? Her mouth dropped open, and for a moment, she looked like she''d seen a ghost.

    "D-ditto?" she stuttered, still trying to wrap her head around the situation.

    "W-What the hell?" her eyes were gawking as she took in the reality of the situation.

    Delia''s eyes darted back and forth between me and herself, her expression growing more incredulous by the second.

    "The one & only."I said, grinning mischievously. "The best Ditto this world has ever seen."

    Her face lit up with apparent shock. "You can speak! Wtf? How is that possible?"

    I chuckled, enjoying the drama. "Have you not heard of psychic Pok¨¦mon? They can also speak through their minds...what''s so special about it?"

    Delia''s eyes went wide again, this time with surprise. "They can!?" she eximed.

    I shrugged. "Maybe, I don''t know exactly. I can only speak because I''m mimicking your human body. Gotta to say, your assets are incredible"

    Delia''s gaze drifted down to her boobs...um, mine now!

    I couldn''t resist the opportunity. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around them.

    Gosh! I missed these fingers and thumbs.

    I groped at her- I mean my boobs, marveling at their softness. I feel conflicted now...While they give pleasure on being touched, I feel icky from touching them myself. Still, I acted the part.

    "Man, they''re something else," I cooed. "So squishy and soft."

    Delia''s face turned bright red as she covered her chest with her hands, mortified, as if that stopped me from groping mine, "Stop it!"

    I looked up at her, still fondling her...my own. "Yeah, they don''t feel real, especially after ying with the real onesst night," I added, winking at her.

    Delia groaned, looking like she wanted to crawl out of her skin.

    I continued to molest myself, running my fingers over my own...ahem, assets. Delia looked on in disgust, but I just winked at her.

    "You know what would make this whole experience better?" I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

    "A kiss from you."

    Delia rolled her eyes. "No way," she said firmly, trying to shake me off.

    Seeing her own body talking to herself was strange enough, kissing it? That would be so....ahem, snap out of it Delia! She scolded herself.

    Meanwhile I persisted, my hand creeping down towards crotch. Delia''s eyes followed it, and for a moment, we just stared at each other in silence.

    Then, out of nowhere, I eximed, "I wonder what''s inside there!"

    Delia let out a sigh. "Okay, okay, stop. I''ll give you the kiss."

    I grinned triumphantly, but Delia was having none of it. She leaned forward and pecked me on the cheek, barely even a whisper of a kiss.

    I pouted, feigning disappointment. "Hey! Not fair...,"

    Delia shook her head. "You''re a Pok¨¦mon, for crying out loud! How can you do these types of things?"

    I shrugged. "I don''t know, I was born like this."

    Delia looked at me incredulously. "Where is the innocent Ditto I had picked up yesterday? How did such a cute thing turn into such a big pervert?"

    I chuckled, "Well,st night it wasn''t me who was moaning like a pervert, being fondled by a slime," I said, winking at her.

    Delia just shook her head, muttering something about needing a strong cup of coffee to deal with me.

    Wait,st night...Delia suddenly remembered something.

    Her eyes narrowed in on me like a sniper zeroing in on its target, and I knew I was in for it.

    "Speaking ofst night, should we talk about what your actions?" she whispered, her tone as icy as a winter morning.

    Uh-oh, shouldn''t have said that...I cursed my long tongue (literally!).

    Trying to y innocent, I chirped up, " Whatst night? Didn''t we sleep soundly? Your bed is quite good!"

    Yeah, real convincing, Ditto. I mean, who doesn''t love a good whistling solo while staring at the ceiling?

    Delia''s eyes turned into slits, her embarrassment and annoyance simmering just below the surface. "You know..st night...when we were all sleepy...you climbed on my chest...and t-then..."

    She trailed off, hoping I''d get the hint. Yeah, yeah, I got it: you''re trying to be subtle, Delia.

    I shrugged, trying to look innocent (again). "And then? I don''t remember much."

    Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, say no more!

    Delia''s face turned a lovely shade of crimson as she struggled not to lose her cool. Her eyes shed with indignation, and for a moment, I thought I was gonna get a tongueshing (literally!).

    But instead, she just started pummeling my chest with her fists.

    Oh, Delia! You''re so cute when you''re angry!

    Delia''s fists flew at me like tiny pink meteorites, each one aiming to dent my body, but I already have a fluffy and soft protection against such attacks

    *boing boing*

    The boobs on my body just absorbed the impacts, jiggling a bit.

    "Ahn Ahn", I moaned with each attack, making Delia too embarrassed to continue. Take that!

    Delia''s face was now a deep crimson, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

    She paused, out of breath, and looked at me with a mixture of frustration and amusement. "You''re impossible."

    I grinned, "Don''t me me! me the game. Tell me, did you hate it?"

    Delia looked at the ceiling and for a moment there was no reply until I heard a quiet whisper

    "No..."

    I leaned in, trying to get the lowdown. "No what? No you liked it? Or no you hated it?"

    Delia''s face turned an even deeper shade of pink as she nced around nervously, as if checking for any stray ears that might be listening.

    Her voice dropped to a whisper again. "N-no...I mean, no one should have to deal with what happenedst night."

    "Hmm, looks like you weren''t quite satisfied huh?"

    Delia''s eyes widened in surprise. "N-no, I didn''t mean that!"

    But I just kept going, like I hadn''t heard a word. "Then I ought to rectify that."

    I leaned in, my face moving closer to Delia''s. Her lips parted in surprise as our mouths drew near.

    One moment we were arguing, and the next, Delia''s body wasying down on the sofa, with another Delia - that''s me, mimicking her perfect features - kissing her lips.

    For anyone who happened to nce over, it looked like two twin sisters were locking lips in a passionate smooch.

    Our lips smashed together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues shed, saliva mixed, and the sound of wet kisses filled the air.

    My hand closed around one of her breasts, squeezing it gently as I fondled the soft flesh. Delia''s eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a low, husky moan.

    Her hand came up to rub my back, fingers digging into my skin as she pulled me closer. My own body shifted, my chest pressing against hers in a awkward, yet intimate way.

    My other hand started to fondle the other breast, squeezing it softly as I kneaded the flesh. Delia''s moans grew louder, more insistent, and her hips began to rock against mine.

    My hand continued its exploration, moving down to Delia''sher regions. I touched her tenderly, expecting a reaction.

    But instead of pleasure, Delia let out a loud "Ow!" Her eyes snapped open, and she pushed my hand away.

    "No, no, no! Don''t touch that," she said, her voice firm but with a hint of embarrassment. "It''s still... sensitive fromst night."

    I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the mystery. "Sensitive?"

    Delia''s face turned bright red as she spoke in hushed tones. "From when you, ah, yed with me down there. It''s still tender and swollen, so I don''t want your... hands near it right now."

    I chuckled, unfazed by her prudishnguage. "Okay, okay. No touching the secret garden for now, then."

    I backed away, giving Delia some space, and we both sat there in silence on the couch.

    Delia finally broke the silence. "So, do you have any name, or are you just going by ''Ditto''?"

    I thought for a moment before responding. "Honestly, I never thought about it. I don''t think I do."

    Using my name fromst life doesn''t really feel right to me. I mean, it wasn''t really a great life to begin with, so using that name would mean carrying all the weights over to this life.

    Delia''s murmured a slight "Oh.." before she fell silent again.

    I spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, how about you give me a name?"

    Delia looked at me skeptically. "Me? Why can I?"

    I shrugged. "Yeah, why not! And hey, I could even call you ''Mom'' too..."

    My words seemed to hit a nerve, and Delia''s face turned bright red as her cheeks and ears flushed.

    I added, trying to be yful: "Or how about ''Hubby''?"

    And that''s how folks, I got my first session of spankings in this world.

 Run Away

    Run Away

    I wobbled my wiggly Ditto body out of the door, leaving Delia and our cozy little scene behind.

    Don''t worry, folks, I wasn''t kicked out after getting a good old-fashioned spanking. Nope, not yet, at least.

    My excuse for leaving was that I needed some fresh air and wanted to take a walk around. Yeah, yeah, it was a load of crap.

    What I really needed was a dose of the Pok¨¦mon universe''s booties, and I wasn''t going to get them by staying indoors.

    As I made my way out, I couldn''t help but think about Delia. Despite not letting me call her "Mommy" or her agreeing to call me "Hubby," it seemed like we had something cooking between us. The fact that she didn''t mind more kissing after the spankings was a good sign, if you ask me.

    I guess this ce could be considered home... for now, at least. And yeah, I''m smiling. Can''t help it ¨C even my Ditto body can''t resist a little joy every now and then.

    As I walked away, my mind wandered to the kissing session earlier. Man, Delia was totally turned on when her body-double kissed her. I never knew people had fetishes like that... or should I say, self-cest? Masturbation? What would you call it when two identical bodies get all hot and bothered together?

    Haaah! I took a breath of fresh air, leaving behind the heaviness in my non-existent heart.

    Big and small booties! I, the great Ditto, ising for you!

    Even through my stay at Ash''s home was short, merely a day (but it was fucking wild!), I learned quite a few things about this damn body.

    I can mimic things without seeing them! I just need a robust reference.

    I most likely won''t be able to form a human form right away, but I can start with something smaller.

    Fuuuuu

    Time to put learning into practise.

    I closed my eyes (which I don''t think really exist, cuz my whole body is practically a pink-bulbous mass, and don''t ask me how I can see! Just call it Pok¨¦mon magic!) to concentrate.

    I started recalling everything I could about how it felt when I was in Pidgey form. Grey feather...brown feather...hard beak...wings...no asshole...just a single cochelia... fuck!

    When I opened my eyes again, I was no Pidgey but neither was I purely a Ditto.

    My appendages had turned into rudimentary wings and my lips into beaks, but the rest of body was still pinkish slime. And feathers too ¨C a whole lot of fucking feathers all over my body.

    "PIDTOO PIDTOO..." It looked like even my vocal chords have gotten messed up.... Fucking Jesus.

    At least give me a fucking talon for movement dude...

    Good thing I didn''t start with a bigger body...

    I turn back into Ditto form.

    Let''s try that again... I close my eyes and focus on Pidgey form. This time, I really concentrate on those talons...

    ...

    ...

    I opened my eyes slightly and let out a frustrated sigh...

    This time was also a failure, making me into an even more deformed creature... but, you know, progress?

    But, hey! I got two fucking talons! That''s gotta count for something!

    Let''s fucking gooooo!

    That day, the residents of Pallet Town reported a weird pink thing with feathers all over its body and face of a chicken running through the town. No one knew what the fuck that was, but it''s said that many children couldn''t sleep that night due to reported nightmares about a chicken slime...

    ...

    "Pid-gee-OT!" I shriek as I soar through the skies, my newly transformed body finally free from that hideous Pidtoo form.

    I owe it all to that curious Pidgeot who flew by, probably thinking I was some freakish, edible Pok¨¦mon or something. Who cares, though? I''m flying high, baby!

    Now, I''m on the hunt for a certain orange-haired beauty, rumored to be fishing by the river. You know, the one and only Misty, the crush of every damn kid on the.

    The odds are against me, considering how much time I wasted with Delia, but I can at least do a flyby and see if I get lucky. If not, I''ll head to Pewter City and try my luck there.

    *Whoooshh*

    "Ooot!?" The gust of wind nearly sends me tumbling out of the sky before I manage to regain control.

    Yeah, flying''s a real bitch, especially with these crappy weather conditions. Dark clouds all around, perfect for a beginner flyer like me to crash and burn.

    "PIDGEOOOOT!" I scream as a blinding light engulfs me, followed by a paralyzing jolt and a shit-ton of pain.

    Son of a...! A lightning bolt just came out of nowhere and smacked me right in the head! Fuck. Me.

    My vision started to blur, and my senses began to shut down. I barely managed to release my grip on the Pidgeot transformation before my body crashed to the ground, hoping like hell that my squishy body absorbed enough of the impact to keep me from turning into sttered egg

    *flop*

    ...

    I wake up on a soft bed, with a brown ceiling staring back at me. I feel like I just had a nice dream, i was also scored a hot milf... oh wait, it was real!

    I shaked my head, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and my fingers (or rather,ck thereof) leave a slimy trail on the bed sheets.

    "Ah, you''re finally awake?" I hear an angel-like voice, and I turn my head to see a pink-haired woman, with the face that put models to shame, all in fluffy nurse attire ¨C and it''s none other than Nurse Motherfucking Joy!

    Holy shit

    "Dittooo?" I mutter under my breath, still trying to process the whole situation.

    Nurse Joy approaches me and gently rubs my head, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I''m still too dazed to reply, pet me moree

    It was one thing to see this angelic nurse in anime, but in reality, she looked so damn beautiful. Especially that smile, that damn smile! Looking at it is making me practically melt. I feel like a puddle of slime on her bed.

    Wait, I am actually that...nvm.

    "Are you okay little guy?" she asks, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. "A girl found you in the forest with your body charred... did you get struck by lightning?"

    I just dazedly nod my head, still trying to process the chaos that''s been unleashed upon me. Nurse Joy''s expression turns sympathetic, and she coos, "A poor baby..."

    Her words are like a warm hug on a cold winter night. I feel myself rxing into her care, my slime-body melting under her gentle touch.

    Wait, did she say a girl found me? Could it be... Misty?!

    Not minding me, Nurse Joy continued, "I''ve got you all patched up, you should have no problem moving now!"

    Wiggling my body a little, I find out that was true. Aside from a bit of rigidness, I don''t feel much different from usual.

    But from her description of charred bodies and the shock I had felt then, it seems the situation was a bit serious.

    I look at her with a t smile on my face and motion toe closer with my appendage. "Do you need something? Food?" she asks concerned, but leans down closer to the bed.

    I raise my body a bit and nt a quick kiss on her cheek. Gotta show my appreciation for help!

    Nurse Joy''s eyes widen in surprise at the sudden kiss, but she giggles and blushes slightly.

    "Oh, you''re feeling better already!" she says, smiling warmly. "Well, if you''re ready to get up and move around, I can help you with that."

    I nod enthusiastically (well, as much as a Ditto can nod) and try to stand up, but Nurse Joy gently guides me back onto the bed.

    "Not so fast, little guy," she says with a chuckle. "Let me just check your vitals again real quick."

    I grumble slightly at being forced to stay in bed, but I know better than to resist Nurse Joy''s expert care.

    As she checks my vital signs, I can''t help but leer at the beautiful face in front of me.

 An Very Unlucky Ditto

    An Very Unlucky Ditto

    "Want to meet the girl who brought you?", she asked.

    I nodded eagerly.

    If she was who I guessed she was, it was a good thing.If not, who am I to deny seeing a female.

    She picked me up, my body barely weighing anything anyway.

    I was thinking about what I should if it was her but then my mind got too busy thinking about the sweet boobies squishing me between them to pay attention to what I was nning.

    *squish squish*

    Nothing quite like boobies!

    She was carrying me out of the infirmary, and I could feel her warmth radiating through her uniform.

    My body rxed by themselves, morphing around her chest.

    "Ditto," she muttered, clearly surprised by my sudden movement. I settled deeper into her chest, and her grip on me tightened in response.

    Oopsie? She didn''t mind hoho

    As we walked out into the main hall of Pewter City''s Pok¨¦mon center, Nurse Joy pointed to a girl with a orange hair- Misty.

    "That''s the one who found you in the forest," she said, as if that exined everything.

    The said girl in question seemed to be arguing with another boy, who face was quite familiar to me. How couldn''t it be, I just fucked his momst night.

    In the corner I also caught sight of a burnt excuse of a bicycle thrown about.

    When my eyes locked onto Misty and her whole figure, and I let out a loud "Ditttoo!" without thinking.

    It was my go-to phrase when I got excited or horny, which was, shame to say, quite often.

    Distractions aside, I want to say something.

    Holy Hell Mother of a Fucker, I was neither expecting and was nor ready for this.

    This was not the early teen girl that had appeared in anime at all, no, this was easily over 15+ body d in pants that barely covered her big ass and top crop that left her toned stomach in bare view, this was...spectacr.

    Misty''s attention snapped towards me, her expression softening into surprise and then concern as she left the argument and walked toward us.

    "Hey! You are okay now!?"she asked eagerly , her voice warm as the sun-kissed forest we''d left behind.

    "Ditto Ditto" I nodded. Nurse Joy also let me down on the desk as Misty came near.

    "Thank God, You looked so bad when I found you." Misty asked as she petted my head.

    "Dit Dit?" I shrugged.

    Had the heavens been on vendetta against me for striking me with lightening while flying? Who knows...

    I extended my hands forward, wishing to be picked up. I was in dire need of some loving. She scooped me up, holding me close to her chest like a precious treasure.

    I couldn''t speak, but that didn''t stop me from thinking: Worthy of being my first crush inst life...

    I gestured to Misty toe closer, my eyes fixed on hers.

    She obliged, a gentle smile on her face. As she leaned in, I pecked her on the cheek, trying to y it cool.

    Misty let out a delighted "Aww" and hugged me tighter, her arms wrapping around me like a warm nket.

    I took that opportunity to sink my ws into her chest, my hands instinctively seeking out the softness of her boobs. Ah, bliss! Boobies were the best, and Misty''s were no exception.

    Misty, thinking I was hugging her back, tightened her grip around me. "Aww, Ditto here appreciates someone''s help rather than a certain somebody who borrowed my bicycle and left it in a ruined state," she said sarcastically.

    The boy, Ash, caught her eye, and I could sense a hint of frustration there. "Hey, I already told you I''m sorry!" he said defensively.

    Speaking of which, he saw me, and his eyes narrowed for a bit and his expression changed to one of surprise

    "Wait a minute... aren''t you the same Ditto who came to my house yesterday?!" he eximed, pointing an usatory finger at me.

    I feigned confusion, tilting my head sideways and shaking my head negatively. "Ditto?" I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

    Nurse Joy chimed in, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You may be mistaken, Ash. After all, nearly all Dittos look quite the same. Look, even Ditto doesn''t recognize you." She nodded towards me, and I followed her cue, nodding my head in agreement.

    Ash reluctantly nodded his head, thinking that it may be possible, and then shifted his attention from me to Nurse Joy, asking concernedly about Pikachu.

    "To be honest, Ash, I''m a bit disappointed in you," Nurse Joy said, her tone stern but kind. "You should have taken better care of Pikachu. It was in a terrible state when you brought it in."

    Ash''s expression fell, and he apologized genuinely, telling a bit of what had happened earlier in the forest. Misty''s expression also softened a bit on hearing the story, her eyes filled with concern for the little Pok¨¦mon.

    Seeing Ash''s expression, Nurse Joy''s face softened, and she felt a bit of pity. "Don''t worry too much, Ash. Pikachu''s condition is stable now," she said reassuringly.

    She went inside and brought back a sleeping Pikachu on a stretcher or big tray. "Aside from its injuries, Pikachu seemed to have been sort-of discharged because of using too much electricity and would need to sleep for a while to recover," she exined.

    Wait a minute... isn''t this different from what happened in the anime? I remember Pikachu being awake by now... fuck, don''t tell me this is the butterfly effect? Damn, what a nasty bitch that is. My casual, carefree world was now spinning out of control.

    Bloody hell.

    I was just a cute horny Ditto, not some catalyst for change.

    Just then, the sound of shattering ss filled the air. I looked up to see three figures dropping down from the formerly not-broken ss window on the roof, their uniforms a familiar sight.

    What could a big fucking R on a uniform mean?

    Thats right, its team rocket!

    Everybody else was shocked at the unconventional style of entry, their faces frozen in surprise.

    "Who the...?" Misty started to say, her voice trailing off as she took in the duo''s dramatic entrance.

    Why censor the cuss, dear Misty? Let you mouth be free as my desire for booties!

    Leaving that aside, I found a new S-tier booty to look out for. Its name starts with J and if you guessed James, then don''t let me find your ass.

    Jessie and James, the dynamic duo of Team Rocket, struck a pose, their faces stered with confident grins.

    "Prepare for trouble, and make it double!" they chimed in unison, their voices echoing through the Pok¨¦mon Center.

    I couldn''t help but roll my eyes. These two were always so predictable. But at the same time, I had to admit it - their dramatic entrances always brought a certain level ofedic relief to the scene.

    "To protect the world from devastation!" they continued, their voices growing louder and more dramatic.

    "To unite all peoples within our nation!"

    "To denounce the evils of truth and love!"

    "To extend our reach to the stars above!"

    The anthem went on, with Jessie and James striking pose after pose, their movements perfectly choreographed. I had to admit, it was quite the show.

    Ash''s eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his belt. "Team Rocket?"

    What are you going to do Son, smite them with the motherfucking Pidgey?

    "Surrender your Pok¨¦mon to us, or we''ll take them by force!" Jessie dered, her eyes scanning the room like she was already counting her spoils.

    Meowth, ever the opportunist, piped up, "And we''ll start with all the injured Pok¨¦mon in the center! Like that Pikachu over there, for instance."

    Everyone''s eyes snapped to the Pikachu sleeping on the stretcher, and I couldn''t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the little guy. It seemed that his situation had been more serious than in the anime, as it was still sleeping midst all this chaos.

    Don''t worry rat, I got this. I will take over your role.

    Meanwhile, Ash stepped forward, his face set in determination. "You can''t just take our Pok¨¦mon! That''s not how it works!"

    Jessie sneered at him. "Oh, poor little boy. You''re still wet behind the ears, aren''t you? This is how the real world works. The strong take what they want, and the weak get left behind."

    I quickly transformed into a perfect replica of the Pikachu, except the bandages and injuries.

    My body seemed to desire copying the injuries too for perfect mimic, but why the fuck would I mimic the injuries for god''s sake.

    Ahem, lets start.

    "Kyaaaa"

    The sudden shift in mass and texture seemed to have surprised Misty as her hand''s grip suddenly loosened on my body.

    No worries girl, I forgive you, beauties are allowed to make some mistakes. Otherwise, how will the knight save them?

    Landing gracefully, I looked toward the Team Rocket Trio, who were also looking at this new development in surprise.

    "Pika, pika!" I shouted, releasing a Thunder Shock attack at Team Rocket.

    But something was off. I just wanted to give them a small jolt.

    The Thunder Shock bolts struck the Rocket trio.

    But the attack didn''t stop at merely a jolt. It kept going, and going, and going. The power was increasing, and the color of the lightning was changing to a deep blue.

    What the fuck?

    I was losing control, and I didn''t know how to stop it. The only thing I could do, which I did was remove the trio as target. They just fainted with stars in their eyes (Don''t ask, its poke-magic)

    I didn''t kill them on their debut after all. And not to lie, can''t waste a bootie.

    "Misty, look out!" Ash shouted, as the Thunder Shock bolts started striking everywhere.

    "Ditto, what''s going on?" Misty cried, ducking for cover behind a nearby counter.

    Nurse Joy joined in, "Everyone, take cover! This is getting out of hand!"

    I was still trying to stop the attack, but it was like my body had a mind of its own.

    As the chaos continued, I caught a glimpse of the windows on the roof.

    The sky outside was darkening, with clouds gathering at an rming rate. This was getting out of fucking control, the only thing worst would be another lightning bolt dropping on my head

    "Ditto, stop! Please stop!" Misty pleaded, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the Thunder Shock.

    I had to do something. I focused all my energy and tried to transfer back into my Ditto form, which was a bit hard honestly. My body seemed to be locked, like it was struck mid-animation.

    Gritting my teeth, I began to think of the worst things I have seen.

    I copsed onto the ground in exhaustion, as my body transformed back into ditto.

    The moment I changed back, the Thunder Shock bolts stopped, and the room fell silent. Iy there, panting and trembling, feeling like I''d just run a marathon.

    Suddenly, without warning, a bright light filled the room, and I felt a strangely familiar sensation building up inside me.

    The next thing I knew, a bolt of lightning came crashing down from the ceiling, striking me right on the head.

    Motherfucker I was just jokinnnnng!

    I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body, and everything around me went white.

    When I came to, I was lying on the floor, my head throbbing with pain.

    I gazed up at the ceiling of the Pok¨¦mon Center, where the many broken ss windows offered a clear view of the darkening sky.

    The clouds were a deep, foreboding grey, and I could swear I saw the outline of something massive lurking within them. A faint, glowing eye seemed to stare back at me, sending shivers down my spine.

    Holy fuck, that was totally ominous.

    Which motherfucking ho''s nest had I just poked this time??

    But my questions were met with the silent groans of the Team Rocket members, who were still reeling from the unexpected attack.

    Misty came running towards me, concern etched on her face. "Ditto, are you okay?"

    I groggily nodded, trying to sit up.

    Honestly, I was feeling like puking. It was like someone had overfed me and just kept shoveling food down my gullet. I shook my head, still trying to process what had just happened.

    Misty scooped me up, cradling me in her arms. I buried my face in her soft boobies, seekingfort and reassurance. I needed some loving to recover from this ordeal...

    As I snuggled into Misty''s embrace, the clouds outside seemed to dissipate, leaving behind a bright, sunny sky once more. The sudden change was almost as jarring as the ominous feeling that had preceded it.

    For now, I was just going to bask in Misty''s warmth and try to forget the weird, unsettling feeling that was totally a foreshadowing some future event...

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    Ploy

    Momentster, a blue-haired hottie with a skirt that nearly traveled up to her butt came barging in, gun in hand. "Everybody hands up- ah?"

    She stopped short, taking in the scene before her. Team Rocket was already subdued, and the Pok¨¦mon Center was in disarray.

    "What the...", she murmured.

    Wow, what a timing, Officer Jenny.

    ...

    A few more momentster

    I was sitting on a table, sipping some sort of milk through a straw. Nurse Joy told me was good for my nutrition. And who am I to deny an angel''s request.

    I was watching as Jenny rounded up Team Rocket with some other police officers in a Van parked at the Pokemon Center''s Gate. Jesse seemed to be looking at my direction with a narrowed gaze.

    Sorry Jess, not this time, I thought while waving my hands toward her.

    She just huffed and looked away. That caught Jenny''s attention as she looked toward where Jesse was looking.

    Smile and wave boys, smile and wave. Shaking her head, she turned back again.

    Damn, that ass is really something, I thought, my eyes fixed on the officer''s back assets. It seemed like it would spill out of those short skirts anytime now.

    How does she even run wearing those, without them rolling up?

    *creak*

    Misty came and sat down on the chair beside the table, an ice packet in her hands, which she put on her forehead''s swelling.

    Apparently, one of my stray thunderbolts had flicked a cup at her head. Poor girl... I have to make sure topensate her for thatter... (lewdly, of course).

    Misty turned to me, concern and a bit of curiosity etched on her face. "Ditto, what was that before? You just... exploded with thunderbolts!"

    I shrugged, my Ditto face as innocent as could be.

    "You don''t know, do you?"

    I nodded, my only response being a soft "Ditto."

    Misty sighed, shaking her head. "Well, just don''t try it again for now. God knows what will happen if you do."

    I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest. Such a kind girl, caring for me even when hurt herself.

    I sat there silently on the table, thinking something.

    "Di di," I called out. I got a n, trust me!

    Misty''s eyes turned to me with a questioning gaze.

    I activate my mimic ability, and in a sh, my small body starts morphing and poof! I''m a Ditto version of Misty herself.

    Misty''s jaw drops, and she looks like she''s seen a ghost ¨C or in this case, herself. "W-what in the world...?" she stammers.

    I don''t give her time to process, though. I spring into action, jumping up from the table and making a run for it.

    I throw a "follow me" gesture over my shoulder, and Misty''s curiosity gets the better of her.

    She takes off after me, shouting, "Wait, where you going?"

    I lead her on a wild goose chase, dodging pedestrians and market stalls until we reach a secluded alleyway.

    I dart in, Misty hot on my heels. As she enters the alley, I spin around, and ¨C BAM! ¨C I''ve got her pinned to the wall.

    "Kyaaa!"

    She lets out a surprised little yelp, and I''m like, gotcha.

    For a moment, she''s stunned, and I can see the gears turning in her head. Then, her eyes widen as she realizes it''s her own body double that''s got her trapped.

    I lean forward, our faces suddenly are inches apart, our hot breath mingling in the air.

    "D-ditto, w-what are you d-doing?" she stammers, her voice trembling. I can see the fear mixed with curiosity in her eyes, and I''m like, yeah, this is it. This is the moment.

    And then, without another word, I make my move. My lips cover hers, and it''s like the whole world has melted away.

    "Mmphh!!"

    Misty''s eyes bug out like saucers, and for a moment, she''s frozen in shock. Her mind''s gonepletely nk, like she''s trying to process what the heck just happened. And that''s exactly what I''m counting on.

    I take advantage of her momentary stun, and my tongue slips into her mouth like it''s going home. I mean, I''ve had my fair share of kisses, but this one''s something special.

    Her lips are soft, her mouth''s warm, and her taste? Absolutely divine. It''s like a sweet and tangy explosion, with just a hint of lime. I''m talking citrusy heaven, folks!

    By the time she snaps out of her daze and manages to push me back, I''ve gotten a good, thorough taste of her. I''m talking a decent sampling, if you know what I mean. And let me tell you, I''m not disappointed. Not one bit.

    I break away, grinning from ear to ear, and Misty looks like she''s about to implode. Her face is flushed, her chest is heaving, and her eyes are zing with a mix of shock, confusion, and ¨C dare I say it? ¨C intrigue. Yeah, I''ve got her right where I want her.

    Misty''s face is still flushed from the kiss, and now she''s furious. Her eyes are zing, and she''s practically spitting fire as she demands, "What the hell are you doing, Ditto?!"

    I put on my most innocent face, trying to look like a Ditto-shaped angel. "I was just saying thanks," I say, my voice dripping with sincerity.

    "M-my goodness, You can t-talk?!" Misty''s eyes are wide with shock, her mouth hanging open like a gaping fish. I can almost see the gears in her head whirring as she tries to process the fact that a Pok¨¦mon is speaking to her. For a moment, she forgets all about the kiss and her anger, her curiosity getting the better of her.

    I chuckle, a low, husky sound. "Not exactly, Misty. I''m just mimicking my body''s movements and voice. You know, Ditto''s special talent?" I give her a cheeky grin, enjoying the look of amazement on her face.

    Misty blinks, still looking stunned, but then her expression snaps back to anger. "Wait, that doesn''t matter right now! What I want to know is - " she takes a deep breath, her eyes shing with indignation - Thanks?!" she repeats, her voice incredulous. "You think that''s how you say thanks?!"

    I shrug, trying to look as clueless as possible. "Well, I saw ady do it to a guy earlier after saying thanks, and I thought that''s how humans showed appreciation," I say, my tonepletely deadpan.

    Misty''s face turns beet red with rage. "No, no, no! That''s not how it works, Ditto!" she insists, her hands on her hips.

    I pout, looking crestfallen. "Oh, looks like my thanks weren''t enough," I say, my lower lip jutting out in a sad expression.

    And then, before she can react, I''m back on her, my lips crashing down on hers again. This time, I''m not holding back ¨C I''m kissing her like my life depends on it.

    Misty''s still trying to process what''s happening, but I''m not giving her a chance to think. I''m too busy showing her exactly what a "Ditto" learned about human "thanks".

    My tongue shoots out, but it doesn''t stay as one - it morphs into multiple thinner tongues, all of which sweep across her mouth with a frantic intensity. It''s like a mini-tongue army, overwhelming her senses and short-circuiting her brain.

    1 vs many, and it was easy to guess what happens.

    Misty''s eyes go wide, her pupils dting as she tries to process the sheer sensation overload. Her initial resistance begins to crumble, her body melting into mine as she sumbs to the Ditto-tongue assault..

    My hands, meanwhile, have a mind of their own, snaking up to grasp her generous chest, kneading the soft flesh with an urgent enthusiasm.

    I''m talking fingers digging in, thumbs circling, palms molding to her curves...

    Misty''s moans are barely audible, muffled by our lips, but I can feel the vibrations, sense her body beginning to respond.

    For her, this is uncharted territory ¨C the overwhelming onught of sensations, the sheer intensity of it all, is simply too much.

 Looks? Let Me Show You My Looks

    Looks? Let Me Show You My Looks

    I take it up a notch, pinching her nipples through her clothes, and that''s when Misty snaps out of her daze. "Stop!" she exims, her voice firm butced with a hint of embarrassment.

    I y the role of the innocent Pok¨¦mon, freezing in ce, my eyes wide with confusion.

    I stop immediately, looking up at her with a hurt expression, and ask in a pitiful tone, "Didn''t you like my thanks?"

    Misty''s anger detes, reced by a mixture of concern and embarrassment as she takes in my vulnerable face. She thinks I might have genuinely misunderstood something, and she tries to exin it to me in a gentle tone.

    "Ditto, this isn''t how you say thanks. You shouldn''t do this," she says, her cheeks flushing slightly.

    I tilt my head, looking puzzled, and ask, "But why were those people I saw doing it, then?"

    Misty''s face turns a deeper shade of red, but she tries to power through the embarrassment. "This is called a kiss, Ditto. It''s...only people who love each other do that."

    I blink, my expression nk, and ask, "Love? What''s that? Can you eat it?"

    Misty''s face turns an even deeper shade of red, and she looks like she''s about to implode from embarrassment. "N-no, you can''t eat it, Ditto," she stammers. "Love is...it''s a feeling, okay? It''s when you care about someone deeply."

    I nod, my eyes wide with curiosity, and ask, "So, it''s like when I''m hungry and I care about food deeply?"

    Misty''s face contorts in a mix of frustration and amusement. "No, Ditto, it''s not like that at all," she says, trying tough it off. "You''re not getting it, are you?"

    I shrug, still looking puzzled, and Misty takes a deep breath, trying to exin it further. "Look, Ditto, when people love each other, they show affection in different ways. The kiss I told you about, it''s one way. But it''s not something you do with just anyone, okay?"

    I nod again, trying to process this weird human thing. "Okay, I think I get it. So, love is like...special food for the heart?"

    Misty''s face falls, and she looks at me like I''m hopeless. "Ditto, you''re not even close," she says, sighing.

    Misty tries to exin again, speaking slowly and clearly, but I just nod and smile, acting like I''m understanding her perfectly.

    Finally, I snap my fingers and exim, "Oh, I get it now!" Misty''s face lights up with excitement, thinking that I''ve finally understood what she''s been trying to say.

    "You must haven''t liked my thanks because I have these," I say, pointing to my boobs and face, looking at her with a rifying tone. "You must haven''t liked it because I''m a biological female, or that''s what humans say."

    Misty''s face falls, and she groans, rubbing her forehead. "That''s not what I meant, dummy..." she mutters, shaking her head.

    I act oblivious, still smiling, and suddenly activate my mimic ability once again. This time, I''m not copying anyone around me ¨C I''m copying my own past self. I mean, who knows their own body better than themselves, right?

    Creating a whole ass human from scratch will be hard, at least that is what my experience had told. But what if I just morph small things of an already made specimen? A specimen that is already human, just not male.

    I focus my mimicry on my own body, tweaking and altering my biology with an ease that''d make a stic surgeon jealous. I start with the basics: widening my shoulders, reconfiguring my bone structure, and shifting my fat distribution to create a more masculine physique. My boobs tten, my hips narrow, and my facial features sharpen. It''s like I''m rearranging Lego blocks, except the blocks are made of flesh and bone.

    As I refine my transformation, I start to get a bit carried away. I add defined cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seem to bore into Misty''s soul. I give myself a strong, angr nose and full, luscious lips that curve into a devastating smile.

    And how can I forget the pi¨¨ce de r¨¦sistance between my legs. Now that was a bit of delicate work, but years of reading holy scriptures didn''t betray me.

    Misty''s eyes widen in shock, her mouth dropping open as she takes in the sight before her. "Wow," she breathes, her voice barely audible.

    I mean, why wouldn''t she be impressed? I''ve sculpted myself into a work of art, a masterpiece of masculinity. I mean, why stop at just being a dude when I can be <strong>The Dude</strong>?

    Yeah, bitches, I lied. That''s not how I looked in myst life, or I would''ve been drowning in bitches and booties.

    Misty''s eyes roam over my transformed body, her gaze lingering on my broad, hard chest. She seems to be mesmerized by the defined muscle, her eyes tracing the contours of my pecs.

    Her gaze then drops to my chiseled abs, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of my ripped stomach. I can see her swallow hard, her throat bobbing up and down as she tries to process what she''s seeing.

    And then, her gaze travels lower, her eyes locking onto my impressive equipment. Even in a sleeping state, my anaconda is quite the sight to behold. Misty''s face goes from flushed to beet-red, her ears turning a deep crimson as she can''t help but stare.

    I, of course, am still smiling innocently, pretending like I have no idea what''s going on. Enjoying the show of century.

    Misty''s gaze is glued to my...lower region, her eyes stuck in a perpetual state of shock. I can almost see her brain short-circuiting, trying to process the sheer size and majesty of what she''s seeing.

    Her lips are parted, her breathing shallow, and her face is on fire. I''m pretty sure she''s never seen anything like this before.

    Suddenly, she snaps out of her trance, her face flushing with embarrassment. "D-Ditto! W-What is th-this?"

    This is what I call, The yer.

    "What''s what, Misty?"

    Smiling innocently with equal amounts of feigning confusion, I ask.

    Misty''s face is still bright red, her eyes darting around the alleyway as if trying to look at anything other than my body.

    "Y-You''re naked!" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

    I look down, as if I''ve just noticed my state of undress. "Oh, yeah! I guess I am," I say, as if that was a normal fact.

    She covers her face with her hands, as if trying to get away from the sight of my naked body. "T-turn around, Ditto! Put some clothes on!"

    I almost wanted tough on seeing her still peeking from between the finger''s gaps.

    Misty''s eyes widen as I take a step closer to her, my naked body towering over her. "C-Clothes? Why? Is this any problem?" I say while stretching my body, taking a feel of the new physique.

    "What do you mean? You don''t know what clothes are?" she asks almost curiously, her voice shaking slightly.

    I maintained my innocent expression somehow.

    "I don''t know, Misty. You''re always wearing those weird skins on your body. I thought they were a part of you or something," I say, my tone dripping with confusion, but God knows how I am keeping the smile from slipping out of my lips.

    Misty''s face turns an even deeper shade of red as she realizes I''mpletely serious. "T-those are clothes, Ditto! You''re supposed to wear them to cover yourself!" she exins pointing toward her clothes, her voice barely above a whisper.

    I take another step closer, my body inches from hers and lean down to take a closer look at her clothes.

    "Oh, I see. So, I''m supposed to wear those skins to cover this?" I ask, gesturing to my body.

    Misty''s eyes dart back to my face, her gaze locked on mine. She looks like she''s about to copse from embarrassment.

    With a flicker of my mimic ability, I conjure up a simple white t-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting pants. The fabric stretches to amodate my muscr physique, highlighting my impressive chest, shoulders, and arms. My pants are tight enough to showcase my strong legs and...ahem...other assets.

    Misty''s eyes widen as she takes in my new attire, her face still flushed from earlier. She looks like she''s about to copse from embarrassment, but at least she''s no longer staring at my naked body.

    I strike a pose, flexing my muscles to show off my magnificent physique. "How''s this, Misty? Do I look good?" I ask, grinning from ear to ear.

    Misty can''t help but stare. Her eyes are glued to my body, her face flushed with a mix of surprise and admiration.

    "Mmmm, y-yeah... it looks... it looks reeeally good... "

    Misty''s eyes ze over, her voice trailing off as she continues to stare at Ditto''s body. Suddenly, she snaps out of her daze, her expression changing from admiration to embarrassment.

    "No, no, no! I didn''t mean that! It''s not... it''s not good at all! You''re... you''re being indecent!"

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 In The Webs

    In The Webs

    I pout, my gaze fixed on my feet, my expression a masterss in fake disappointment. "Aww, okay, Misty. I won''t say thanks again," I sulk, my voice heavy with drama, a hint of yful spite creeping in.

    Misty exhales a sigh of relief, her tension easing as she thinks she''s dodged a bullet. But I''m just getting started.

    I mutter under my breath, loud enough for Misty to catch, "Maybe I should go thank Nurse Joy instead... and ask her why you''re being so weird about it."

    Misty''s eyes sh with horror, her face flushing a deep shade of crimson as she grabs my forearms, holding me in ce. "No, Ditto, don''t!" she exims, her voiceced with panic.

    I look up at her, feigning innocence, my eyes wide with curiosity. "Why not, Misty? I wanna learn," I say, my tone dripping with fake sincerity, a dash of mischief added for good measure.

    Misty''s grip on my arms tightens, her face set in a determined expression. "Just... trust me on this one, okay? Don''t go and thank Nurse Joy... or anyone else, for that matter," she pleads, her voice soft but firm.

    I nod, still looking puzzled, but Misty seems to rx a bit, thinking she''s contained the situation.

    I nce down at my crotch, my expression a mix of confusion and concern. "You know, Misty, since I gave you thanks earlier, something weird happened," I say, my tone innocent and curious.

    Misty furrows her brow, looking at me in confusion. "What do you mean, Ditto?" she asks, her voiceced with caution.

    "Well, my breathing pace seemed to have elerated, and my heart was also beating a bit louder," I say, still looking puzzled, as if trying to solve a intricate puzzle. "At first, I thought it was because of ack of air while giving thanks, but then there was something else too," I add, pointing towards the bulge in my pants, trying to look as innocent as possible.

    Misty''s eyes widen, and a wave of heat rushes through her cheeks as her gaze falls on the impressive, swollen, and very erect penis straining against my pants. Her mind stumbles, trying to make sense of the situation.

    Panic seizes her, a cold sweat prickling her skin.

    ''No, no, no, this can''t be happening! He''s just a Ditto, a Pok¨¦mon for god''s sake!'' she repeats internally, trying to convince herself. But the overwhelming evidence stares back at her.

    Panic jolts through her like a shockwave. She swallows hard, desperately trying to find a way out of this situation.

    ''Oh Arceus... What do I do?'' she panics, her heart pounding like a drum solo, her voice trembling with desperation.

    Images of those explicit videos she''d identally stumbled upon on Pok¨¦Net sh through her head. The sensual moans, the frantic movements, the women touching... The explicit details she''d tried to forget, now assault her with terrifying rity.

    How was this even possible? Ditto was a Pok¨¦mon, a creature of pure innocence... or so she had thought.

    She had to think, she had to do something. But what?

    She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Uh, it''s... it''s just... normal, Ditto," she says, her mind still racing, her face a deep shade of crimson.

    I furrow my brow, still looking mystified. "Normal? But it''s... it''s hurting," I whine, exaggerating my difort, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

    Misty''s expression softens, despite her embarrassment. "Maybe if you turn back into your Ditto form, it''ll... uh, go away," she suggests, her voiceced with hope, a hint of desperation creeping in.

    I shake my head, my expression pitiful. "I don''t think I can, Misty. It''s... it''s not letting me," I say, my tone dramatic.

    Misty''s eyes dart around the alleyway, anywhere but at the impressive, pulsing penis now straining against my pants.

    Her mind was in a controversial dilemma. Should I touch it? No, that would be weird. I heard it doesn''t go down without doing that... But it''s a Ditto, it''s not like it''s a human. But it looks like a human. Oh no, this is so confusing.

    "Maybe we should go back to Nurse Joy, she might be able to help," she suggests, her voice trembling with desperation.

    I nod, still wincing in fake pain. "Yeah, maybe she can help. But... but it''s getting bigger," I say, my eyes fixated on the thick, veiny length of my erection, my voiceced with fake concern.

    "I don''t think I would be able to move much like this... "

    As I say this, I subtly flex my muscles, making my already impressive erection grow evenrger.

    Just gotta take care not to burst it... That would be some nightmare fuel *shiver*

    The zipper of my pants starts to strain, and with a sudden ripping sound, my pants split open, revealing therge, swollen, and pulsating length of my erection pointing right at Misty''s startled face. The head of my cock was an angry shade of red, glistening with the wetness of pre-cum.

    Misty''s eyes freeze, her brain stuttering as she takes in the sight before her. Her face turns a deep shade of crimson, her mouth agape in shock. She looks like she''s about to faint, her eyes glued to the offending article as if it''s the most frightening thing she''s ever seen.

    I double over, clutching my crotch in mock agony. "Aaah, Misty, it hurts a bit... What''s happening to me? What is this long and hard thing?" I whine, my voice mixed with fake desperation.

    Rushing the moment is the key.

    Misty''s eyes dart around, her face a picture of panic. "I-I don''t know, Ditto! J-just... just stay calm, okay?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on my peeking penis.

    I look up at her, my expression pleading. "But you''re a human, Misty! You must know what''s happening to me, right?" I ask with innocent curiosity and panic.

    Misty''s eyes too sh with panic as she realizes the implications. She never thought she''d have to exin those things to a Ditto-turned-human. Especially not one who was currently aroused

    No, she can''t do that... but the other option was *gulp*

    Misty''s eyes dart around, her face a picture of panic. Touch it, don''t touch it. It''s a Ditto, it''s not a human. But it looks like a human. I can''t just leave it like this. Oh no, what do I do

    "D-Ditto, s-stay still. I w-will t-try to do something," she says with bated breath, her cheeks reddening even further, her voice trembling with desperation.

    "Oh no, it''s getting worse!" I whine, clutching my crotch in mock agony, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

    Misty''s face is still bright red, "J-just s-stay still, Ditto," she stammers, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on my pulsing erection.

    I nodded, still making puppy-dog eyes at her. "Okay, Misty, but you have to help me?" I ask, trying to sound innocent and clueless.

    Misty''s eyes snap back to mine, and for a moment, I think I saw a flicker of hesitation in them. But then, her expression firms up, and she takes a deep breath. "Y-yes, I''ll try to help you," she says, her voice steady, but her hands shaking slightly as she reaches out.

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    Efforts of A Dedicated Girl (R18+)

    Misty''s eyes darted back to mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of embarrassment in them. But it was quickly reced by a determined look. "Y-yes, I''ll try to help you," she said, her voice firm, though her eyes screamed, ''What the hell am I doing?!''

    I nodded eagerly, still wincing in fake pain. "Thanks, Misty! You''re a lifesaver!" I chimed in, trying to sound as pitiful as possible.

    Misty gritted her teeth and took a step forward, her eyes fixed on my crotch. Her thoughts were in on her face: "Oh. My. God. This is a Pok¨¦mon, for crying out loud! What am I doing?!" But she took a deep breath and reached out a trembling hand. "I-I''ll try to... touch it," she stammered, her face reddening even more.

    "Touch it?" I asked, trying to sound curious, my eyes fixed on her hand. "Like, how people touch grass?" I probed, my curiosity getting the better of me.

    Misty''s eyes shed to mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a spark of anger in them. "N-not like that, Ditto!" she snapped, her voice tight.

    I shrugged, still looking puzzled. "Then how will you make it better?" I asked, my eyes fixed on her hand, which hovered above my dick like a hesitant hummingbird.

    Misty''s face contorted in frustration, and she stomped her foot on the ground. "I-I don''t know, okay? Just s-stand still and let me try to figure it out!" she eximed, her voice rising like a crescendo.

    I nodded meekly, still holding my crotch as if it was a fragile vase. "Okay, Misty, I''ll try to stay still," I said, my eyes fixed on her hand, which trembled like a leaf.

    Misty''s hand hesitated for a moment before she tentatively touched the head of the mushroom. It twitched in response, and I let out a soft moan, apanied by a tiny gasp of "Oooh..."

    Misty''s eyes snapped to mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, she gritted her teeth and wrapped her fingers around the head, caressing it gently. I couldn''t help but moan a bit louder, my face flushing with... whatever this feeling was.

    Misty''s fingers danced around my shaft as if a cat ying with mouse. Her thoughts were in on her face: ''It''s so hot!! Oh my god, I''m actually doing this...''

    "What is this feeling, Misty?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "It''s making the pain go away..."

    Misty''s face went bright red, and she looked around the alleyway as if searching for an escape route. "Sh-shut up, don''t speak so loudly!" she hissed, her eyes darting back to mine.

    But I just couldn''t help it. This feeling was... indescribable. And with Misty''s hand wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was floating on cloud nine.

    Seeing that it was working, Misty moved her hand down the shaft, her fingers exploring the softness of my skin. Her thoughts were in on her face: "It feels soft to touch, yet there''s a hardness underneath it... How is this possible? This is insane!"

    I couldn''t help but gasp, my breathing in ragged little pants. "Mhmm, mhmm..." My face was on fire, and I couldn''t meet Misty''s eyes.

    For Misty, looking at the writhing Ditto, my face flushed and helpless, was something new. She was kinda... liking how she was in total control of this handsome hunk of a thing... what was she thinking?! She shook her head to clear those thoughts, but her hand didn''t stop moving.

    "Oh, Misty! You''re so good at this!" I gasped, my voice trembling with pleasure.

    Misty''s hand started moving faster now, the strokes more insistent, apanied by soft squelching sounds. I couldn''t help but close my eyes and let out a soft whimper, my body responding to her touch in ways I never thought possible.

    This was... this was something else.

    As Misty''s hand moved faster, I winced slightly. "Misty, slow down a bit... you''re kind of rubbing the skin too much," I said, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

    Misty''s eyes snapped to mine, her face still flushed with embarrassment. "W-what do I do?" she stammered, her hand faltering, her thoughts screaming, "What have I gotten myself into?!"

    I thought for a moment, trying toe up with a solution. "Maybe... maybe wetting it would help?" I suggested, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

    Misty''s face contorted in confusion. "H-how do I wet it? I don''t have anything on me..." she trailed off, her eyes darting around the alleyway as if searching for a water fountain.

    I shrugged, trying to think of a solution. "Maybe you could use your saliva or something?" I suggested, trying to sound as casual as possible, apanied by a soft "Hmm?"

    Misty''s eyes widened in horror. "M-my saliva!? How will that work?!" she eximed, her face turning a deep shade of crimson, her thoughts screaming, ''Oh god, this is so wrong!''

    I shrugged again, trying to sound as nonchnt as possible. "Maybe you could, uh, spit on your hand?" I suggested, trying to avoid eye contact, apanied by a soft "Tch..."

    Misty''s face was a picture of mortification. She looked like she wanted to die from embarrassment. But after a few moments of hesitation, she took a deep breath and did it. She spat on her hand, her eyes closed tight as if trying to block out the shame, apanied by a soft "Ptoo!"

    I felt a pang of guilt for putting her through this, but at the same time, I was kind of... excited? This was a new experience for me, and I wasn''t sure what to expect.

    Misty''s hand went back to its task, her fingers wrapping around my shaft and moving up and down. The added lubrication made it feel... different. I couldn''t help but moan, my eyes closed tight as I let out a soft whimper, apanied by a soft "Ooooh..."

    Misty''s face was still bright red, but she was determined to see this through. Her hand moved faster, the strokes more insistent, as if toplete the task as fast as she could and then just disappear from the face of earth.

    Poor Misty, a hand was never going to solve the issue.

    ---------

 A Mistake In Heat (R18+) â€“ Extended Version

    A Mistake In Heat (R18+) ¨C Extended Version

    "Are you feeling something yet?" Misty asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

    I shook my head, my eyes closed tight in concentration, as if feeling the sensation build up inside me.

    "I''m feeling something building up inside me," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "but it''s like it''s not enough. I feel like your hand is making me feel funny, good kind of funny, but like it''s not enough."

    Misty''s mind was racing with thoughts like "Why isn''t this thing going down yet?" and "What if anyone sees us?" But she took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on mine, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

    I shrugged, trying to think of a solution. "Maybe you could try something else?" I suggested, my voiceced with anticipation.

    Misty''s eyes narrowed, her thoughts screaming "What am I doing?!" But she took another deep breath, her eyes locked on mine, and leaned forward, her mouth inching closer to the mushroom.

    I could feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears, as Misty''s tongue darted out, giving a small lick to the tip of the mushroom.

    Misty''s eyes narrowed slightly, her expression confused, as she tasted the sweetness. "Hmm," she thought, "this isn''t so bad."

    With newfound determination, Misty wrapped her lips around the head of the mushroom, her tongue swirling around it in slow circles.

    Her eyes closed tight, her face scrunched up in concentration, as she started to move her head up and down, her lips creating a suction that made my heart race.

    I could feel my breath catching in my throat, my body responding to the sensation, as Misty continued to move her mouth, her tongue darting in and out.

    Misty''s movements became more rhythmic, her mouth moving in a steady pace, her tongue and lips working in tandem.

    I couldn''t help but let out a low moan, my body trembling with pleasure, as Misty continued to suck and swirl her tongue around me.

    "This is... this is something else," I thought, my mind reeling with the sensation.

    I put my hand on her head, gently rubbing her hair, as Misty looked up, her eyes locking onto mine.

    "You''re doing so good, Misty," I told her, my voice encouraging her to continue.

    Misty''s eyes sparkled with determination, and as she brought in some tongue y, her movements bing more deliberate, her own arousal grew.

    Her mouth was filled with my thickness, her tongue swirling around me in hot, slippery circles. I could feel her sucking on me harder, her mouth creating a vacuum that made my heart skip a beat.

    As I let out a soft moan, my body trembling with pleasure, Misty''s own body responded.

    At first, it was just a subtle tingling sensation in her fingers as she wrapped them around my shaft. But as she continued to move her mouth up and down, the sensation started to spread, her pulse quickening, her face growing hotter. She started to feel a subtle ache between her legs, a gentle throbbing that she couldn''t quite ignore.

    She could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs, her panties growing wetter by the second.

    Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch herself. It was a struggle for her to keep her hands still, but she managed. Barely.

    "I think I can feel something," I told her, my voice growing more urgent. "You should go faster, Misty."

    Misty''s pace increased, her movements bing more insistent, as I held her head with both of my hands, my fingers tangling in her hair.

    Her hand moved, her fingers brushing against her panties.

    "Mhmm..."a muffled moan left her mouth

    "I-itsing, something ising," I stammered, my body tensing up in anticipation.

    Misty''s eyes locked onto mine just then, her mind cleared a bit from her own arousal, and she continued to move her head, her mouth working its magic.

    My body shuddered beneath her touch, as my seed exploded forth in a hot, sticky rush, coating Misty''s mouth in white.

    Misty''s eyes widened in surprise at the load, as she tried to swallow a bit, but it was too much for her.

    She pulled her mouth out, and the batter spilled everywhere on the ground.

    I quickly kneeled down beside her, rubbing her back and apologizing profusely.

    "I''m so sorry, Misty. I didn''t mean for it to happen like that. It was just so sudden and pleasurable that I couldn''t respond," I exined, trying to catch my breath.

    Misty wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, looking a bit dazed but okay.

    "It''s okay," she said softly, her voice still shaking slightly.

    I continued to rub her back, trying tofort her. "I''m really sorry, Misty. I didn''t mean to do that," I repeated, feeling a pang of guilt.

    Misty looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "It''s really okay," she said again, her voice firmer this time. "I just... wasn''t expecting it."

    In her eyes, there was a little embarrassment, but also a hint of pride, as if she''s proud to have brought me off like that.

    "Ah...I guess that did it," I said, still trying to catch my breath.

    Misty''s hands quickly pulled away from her wet petals, and she squeezed her thighs shut as if trying to hide her arousal. "Y-yeah...I think so," she stammered, her mind still a bit muddled due to the wetness she was still feeling leaking from her lower lips.

    I pretended to be oblivious to the liquid trailing down her thighs, and my eyes widened in mock surprise. "Wait, what''s this?" I asked, pointing to the small puddle forming on the ground.

    Misty''s eyes snapped up, her face freezing in rm. "Uh, I-I don''t know," she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly.

    I took a step closer, my eyes fixed on the wet spot. "Is that...did you just...?" I started to ask, my voice dripping with fake curiosity.

    Misty''s body seemed to stiffen, her eyes darting around the area as if searching for an escape route. She was paralyzed with fear, unsure of how to react to this sudden turn of events.

    "Oh my gosh, did you really..." I asked, my voice full of mock amazement.

    Misty''s face turned bright red, and she looked like she was about to bolt. But her legs seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move as she stood there, her secrets exposed.

    "Did you really pee?" I asked, my voice stillced with fake curiosity.

    Misty''s eyes widened, and she let out a small "Eh?" before a look of relief washed over her face. For a moment, she seemed to rx, thinking that I had mistakenly assumed she had peed.

    But then, I scrunched up my nose, and my expression turned puzzled. "No, it doesn''t smell like pee," I said, taking a step closer to her.

    Misty''s relief was short-lived, and her face froze once again. Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape route, as her body tensed up in anxiety.

    "What...what do you mean?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

    I took another step closer, my eyes fixed on the wet spot between her legs. "I mean, it doesn''t smell like pee," I repeated, my tone still curious.

    As Misty sat on her butt, despite her trying to close her thighs, she couldn''t really close off everything, especially with her short pants. The gap between her legs was still visible, and I could see a glimpse of the wetness.

    "The liquid seems to being from...um, a part of your body where, on me, my penis is," I said, my eyes fixed on the gap between her legs.

    Misty''s eyes widened in rm, and she tried to squeeze her thighs shut again, but it was toote.

    "Lemme see, lemme see," I said, my curiosity getting the better of me, as I reached out to pry her thighs open.

    Misty''s hands came up, trying to stop me. "No, Ditto, don''t! It''s not good!" she eximed, her voiceced with panic.

    I could see the desperation in her eyes, and I knew she was thinking, "Ditto mustn''t see it." But I was too curious.

    I suddenly looked up, a mischievous glint in my eye, and said, "Oh? Officer Jenny?"

    Misty''s head snapped towards the road, her eyes scanning the area in surprise and shock. But there was no one there.

    I couldn''t help but chuckle at the look on her face. "Gotcha," I said, my voice low and teasing.

    With a swift motion, I opened up her thighs with my hand, and moved my head close to her crotch as if I was inspecting something. Misty''s eyes widened in horror, and she tried to push me away, but I held firm.

    "N-no, Ditto! Stop it!" she protested, her face crimson with embarrassment

    I leaned forward, my fascination getting the better of me, and gently licked the wet region on her pants. "Hmm, it''s a bit salty," I observed, my tongue darting out for a second taste.

    Misty couldn''t help herself, and a soft moan escaped her lips. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sudden sound.

    I looked up at her, a curious expression on my face. "Misty, I may need to do a closer inspection to learn about this weird human anatomy," I said, my eyes sparkling with a sense of scientific wonder.

    Misty tried to rebuke me from trying, but her hands were too busy trying to control her moans. She couldn''t stop me, and my hands kept poking at the wetness, her mind going wild with each touch.

    I pulled down her shorts, showing off her light pink underwear, which were glistening with moistness. "Oh? Anotheryer of skin?" I asked, poking at the underwear as if I didn''t know what I was doing.

    I knew very well what I was doing, and with my finger, I deliberately targeted the region where the clit was likely to be. Misty''s breathing grew ragged, and she could feel her body''s arousal growing stronger. Her hands clenched into fists, trying to keep herself from letting out a wanton moan.

    "Looks like the liquid ising from behind these pink thing," I said, carefully studying the patch of skin before continuing.

    "Misty, I think we need to take off these obstructions," I said, my fingers hooked under the waistband of her pink underwear. Misty felt a shudder of desire run down her spine at the thought of beingpletely exposed. She tried to resist, tried to find the strength to push me away, but she couldn''t.

    As Misty''s underwear came off, herher region was exposed, revealing her pink, glistening pussy. It was damp from her arousal, and I could see the outline of her lips. They were plump and swollen, the folds of her pussy shining with wetness. Her clit was hidden from view, but I could see the small patch of hair above it.

    "Wait a minute!?" I eximed, my voice full of innocent curiosity.

    Misty seemed toe out of her arousal daze, her eyes snapping back into focus. "??"

    My fingers traced the outline of her vulva, my gaze fixed on the delicate folds of skin. "Where is your stick!?" I asked, my tone utterly genuine and bewildered.

    Misty''s expression changed from shock to confusion. "W-what are you talking about, Ditto?" she stammered.

    I pointed toward my own half-erect penis, which was exposed to the air. "You know, this thing," I said, as if trying to make sense of what I had learned about human anatomy.

    Misty sighed, and I could see realization dawning on her face once again. She looked at me like I was a curious student who was overeager to learn, but didn''t know the first thing about what they were doing.

    Misty took a deep breath, trying to control her still-hot and steamy voice. "G-girls do not have a d-dick... they have a v-v-vagina," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly as my finger continued to y with her lower lips.

    I nodded eagerly, my eyes wide with excitement. "Oh, oh!"

    As Misty spoke, her body began to shiver in pleasure, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Ahn...ah...ah..."

    Suddenly, my eyes widened even further as I made a discovery. "Oh, I found a hole here!" I eximed, my finger probing deeper into her vagina.

    Misty''s body tensed up, and she let out a pleading cry. "St-stop, don''t..."

    But it was toote. My finger had already slid inside her, and a loud moan erupted from her lips. "Ahhhnn!"

    My curiosity continued to take over, and I couldn''t help but slide my finger in deeper. Misty''s breathing grew ragged, and her body tensed with each movement.

    Misty''s mind was racing. She couldn''t believe what was happening. Her body was responding in ways she had never experienced before, and it felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time.

    "N-no, Ditto, we shouldn''t..." she protested feebly, trying to find the strength to stop me. But her body''s responses had ovee her ability to resist.

    I continued to explore Misty''s vagina, feeling the soft walls and the subtle shifts in temperature. My excitement grew with each new sensation, and I couldn''t help but let out a soft chuckle.

    "This is amazing! Its so tight and slippery!" I eximed, marveling at my discovery.

    Misty''s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Part of her wanted to stop me, but another part of her was desperately yearning for more. She couldn''t believe she was allowing this to happen, but she couldn''t bring herself to tell me to stop either.

    "Ahh...ahh...more..don''t s-stop..." Misty moaned, her body helplessly responding to my touch.

    I didn''t know what I was doing, but my fingers kept moving, exploring Misty''s vagina, and causing her to moan louder and louder.

    Misty''s back arched, her hands clenched into fists, and her toes curled as she lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment.

    My curiosity continued to take over, and I couldn''t help but slide my finger in deeper. Misty''s breathing grew ragged, and her body tensed with each movement.

    Misty''s mind was racing. She couldn''t believe what was happening. Her body was responding in ways she had never experienced before, and it felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time.

    "N-no, Ditto, we shouldn''t..." she protested feebly, trying to find the strength to stop me. But her body''s responses had ovee her ability to resist.

    I continued to explore Misty''s vagina, feeling the soft walls and the subtle shifts in temperature. My excitement grew with each new sensation, and I couldn''t help but let out a soft chuckle.

    "This is amazing! It''s so tight and slippery!" I eximed, marveling at my discovery.

    Misty''s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Part of her wanted to stop me, but another part of her was desperately yearning for more. She couldn''t believe she was allowing this to happen, but she couldn''t bring herself to tell me to stop either.

    "Ahh...ahh...more...don''t stop..." Misty moaned, her body helplessly responding to my touch.

    Suddenly, I pulled out my fingers. "More liquid ising from here," I said, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to taste it."

    Misty was in a daze from pleasure, and she could barely speak. "Yeah, yeah, more," she muttered, her body still trembling from the aftermath of the pleasure.

    Without hesitation, I grabbed Misty''s waist and pulled her towards me. Misty was taken by surprise, but before she could react, my mouth had already started its assault on her private part.

    She was expecting fingers, but this was something she had never experienced before. The sudden disappearance of fingers from her insides caused a bit of disappointment, but the sensation of a mouth on her was incredibly more intense. Misty''s breathing grew even more ragged as she let out a loud moan.

    Misty''s back arched, her hands clenched into fists, and her toes curled as she lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. She couldn''t believe what was happening, but she couldn''t bring herself to stop me either.

    I eagerly dove in, my tongue exploring every inch of Misty''s insides. I swirled my tongue around her clit, causing Misty to gasp in pleasure.

    Misty''s hand reached down, her fingers digging into my hair as she pushed my mouth deeper into her. She was in a daze, her moans growing louder by the second.

    Misty''s thighs clenched around my head, trapping me in ce. I didn''t mind, I was enjoying this discovery too much to care.

    Misty''s moans grew more insistent, her breath hot and steamy. "More, don''t stop," she urged, her hips bucking against my face.

    My tongue moved faster, and I could feel Misty growing more and more aroused. Her fingers tugged at my hair, urging me on.

    "Not so rough," Misty moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.

    I slowed down, my tongue flicking lightly against Misty''s clit. Her moans grew louder once again, her hips bucking harder.

    "I''ming!" Misty cried out, her body shuddering in pleasure. Her thighs clenched around my head as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I wasn''t entirely sure what was happening, but I was enjoying the feeling of Misty''s pleasure, the way her body was responding to me.

    Misty''s hand pressed against the back of my head, holding me in ce. I could feel her insides clenching around my tongue, and I could feel her body trembling.

    "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh," Misty moaned, her body slowlying down from the high of her orgasm.

    Finally, Misty''s grip on my head loosened, and I pulled away, my tongue still coated in her essence.

    Mistyy back on the grass, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Oh my god..." she breathed, still in a daze from what had just happened.

    --

 Aftermaths

    Aftermaths

    Misty''s eyes snapped open, and she jolted upright, her mind racing as she realized what had just happened. She had given a blowjob to a Pok¨¦mon, and then...and then she had gotten a cunnilingus from said Pok¨¦mon.

    What. The. Fuck.

    Her gaze shot towards me, her eyes wide with a mix of shock, embarrassment, and horror. "What the hell just happened?" she mouthed, her voice barely audible.

    I beamed back at her,pletely oblivious to the difort I had caused. "The juice was tasty!" I eximed; my voice full of excitement. "And I have to say, your hole looks utterly beautiful. Human anatomy is really something else!"

    Misty''s face turned bright red as she covered her face with her hands, mortification etched on every inch of her skin.

    "Oh no, oh no, oh no," she whispered to herself, her mind racing with thoughts of how she should have stopped me before things got serious, how she had let an innocent Pok¨¦mon do those things to her, and how guilty she felt for indulging in such forbidden pleasures.

    Finally, she looked up, her face still hidden behind her hands. "We...we should head back to the Pok¨¦mon Center," she stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

    Misty scrambled to her feet, her face still flushed with embarrassment. She yanked up her drenched panties and shorts, her movements awkward and stiff.

    As we started to walk, I remained oblivious to my own exposed situation. My half-erect penis was still out of my zipper, pping freely in the open air.

    Misty coughed awkwardly and said, "Uh, can you do something about that?" Her voice wasced with awkwardness and difort.

    I looked at her, feigning ignorance. "Is there anything wrong?" I asked, trying to sound clueless.

    Misty just sighed and rolled her eyes. "Keeping your penis out like that is not a good thing to do in public," she said, exasperated.

    I just shrugged, acting as if not quite understanding what the big deal was.

    Misty let out a deep breath and took matters into her own hands. She reached out and grasped my half-erect pen*s, still dripping with cum, and gently wiped it clean with her hand. Then, she carefully guided it back into my pants.

    There was a moment of silence as we both stood there.

    As Misty walked ahead of me, I followed closely behind, my eyes fixed on the back of her head. She had her head down, her eyes cast down at the pavement, as if trying to avoid looking at anything or anyone.

    I could sense her embarrassment, her bodynguage screaming "I''m trying to disappear". I felt a pang of guilt for putting her in this situation, but I couldn''t help but think that it was a bitical.

    But then again, the role y went far better than expected.

    Just as Misty was about to collide with a street light pole, I quickly pulled her into my arms, wrapping them around her torso. "Ahh," she breathed, her eyes fluttering up to mine in a dazed way.

    The world around us seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of us standing there, frozen in time. It was as if the universe had decided to y a romantic song in the background, the melody swelling up around us like a sensual fog.

    I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Are you okay?" I asked, my breath rustling against her ear.

    Misty''s eyes locked onto mine, her face inches from mine.

    Misty''s face was still inches from mine, her eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of embarrassment and unease. But then, without warning, she pulled away, hastily extricating herself from my arms.

    "Yeah, yeah, I''m fine," she said quickly, her voice trembling slightly as she hurried away from me.

    I watched her go, a sly smile spreading across my face. I couldn''t help it - I was enjoying this little drama that was unfolding between us.

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    Misty''s POV

    As I hurried away from the street light pole, my heart was racing in my chest. I couldn''t believe what just happened - being held so close to his face. I felt like I was going to faint.

    My mind kept reying the scene, my thoughts jumbled and disjointed. How did I end up doing that? Was I out of my mind? What was I thinking?

    I couldn''t shake off the memory of his handsome face, his deep voice whispering in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

    But then reality set in. He was a Pok¨¦mon, for crying out loud! I had given a blowjob to a Pok¨¦mon. The taste of his "mean big red thing" still lingered on my tongue, the sweet stuff I had swallowed still lingered in my mind.

    And then there was the cunnilingus. Oh god, his thick fingers moving in and out of me, the strange pleasure that brought me to climax. I moaned like a street whore,pletely losing myself in the moment.

    I couldn''t help but wonder if it was all just a ridiculous fantasy, a moment of madness. But deep down, I knew it wasn''t. I had done it, and I had enjoyed it, despite the initial shock and embarrassment.

    I quickened my pace, my heart still racing with excitement and mortification. I needed to get away from him, away from the situation. But a part of me knew I''d never be able to escape the memory of what we had done.

    ----

    I waddled back into the Pok¨¦mon Center, my Ditto form a wee relief after the awkwardness of being in a human body. I made my way to the main desk, where Nurse Joy was sitting with a warm smile on her face.

    "Wee back, little guy," she said, scratching behind my ears. "Where did you run off to?"

    I shrugged, not that I could actually shrug, but I made a Ditto-esque equivalent of one. "Ditto," I said, trying to convey innocence.

    Nurse Joy chuckled. "I see. Well, that boy Ash came by looking for you and Misty, but when he couldn''t find you, he went to challenge the Gym Leader."

    I made a nomittal noise, not really caring about Ash''s endeavors at the moment.

    Nurse Joy''s gaze turned curious. "Do you know what''s going on with Misty? She came in a little while ago, looking quite flustered. She ran straight to her dorm room without saying a word."

    Dorm room? I didn''t know the Pok¨¦mon Center had dorm rooms. But I guess it made sense. Pok¨¦mon trainers needed somewhere to crash after tromping through the forest all day.

    I rubbed my pseudopod over my non-existent chin, making a thoughtful face. Then, I puffed out my chest and pointed at myself.

    Nurse Joy''s eyes lit up with understanding. "Are you saying you''ll take care of her?"

    I nodded, trying to look as confident and capable as a shape-shifting Pok¨¦mon could.

    Nurse Joy smiled. "Room 204. But can you get there on your own?"

    I nodded again, making a few enthusiastic "dit" noises.

    Nurse Joyughed. "Alright, it''s down the right hallway. You''re a clever one, aren''t you?"

    I beamed with pride, feeling like I was on a mission to seduce... I mean,fort Misty. I waddled off towards the dorm rooms, my Ditto senses on high alert, ready to face whatevery ahead.

    I waddled down the hallway, my Ditto senses leading me to room 204(I just followed the room numbers).

    I reached the door and found it locked, but that wasn''t going to stop me. I squeezed through the small gap between the floor and the door, my rubbery body allowing me to slip in unnoticed.

    As I entered the room, I was greeted by the sight of Misty sprawled out on the bed, her face buried in a pillow and her legs swinging wildly in the air. It looked like she was trying to process the events of the day, and it was all a bit too much for dear innocent Misty.

    I remained hidden in the corner of the room as Misty continued to mutter under her breath. She was visibly flustered, her cheeks a deep shade of red as she tried to process the events that had just transpired.

    "I can''t believe I did that," she murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. "Where did I even find the nerve?"

    She paused, then let out a sigh. "It''s all Ditto''s fault," she muttered angrily. "Why did you have to shape-shift into such a handsome man? It''s so unfair!"

    I couldn''t help but smirk at the usation. That was one usation I would take with open arms.

    Misty continued to ramble, her thoughtsing out in a jumbled mess. "And then to have such beautiful eyes and a perfect smile... it''s just not right!"

    She looked mortified at the thought, her hands flying to her face as she realized what she had just said. "Oh my god, I can''t believe I just said that," she mumbled.

    I watched in amusement as she continued to berate herself, her thoughts bouncing from one thing to another. One moment she was angry with me, the next she was admiring my looks, and the next she was mortified at the thought. It was like a never-ending cycle of embarrassment.

    Misty finally seemed to calm down, her face settling into a deep shade of pink. Shey back on the bed, still visibly flustered.

    Misty buried her face in the pillow, "I''m such a fool," she whined.

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    Apologies

    I settled myself down on the table beside the bed, trying to look as innocent as possible. I let out a loud "Ditto!" just to announce my presence.

    Misty froze for a second, and then slowly raised her head off the pillow, just enough for one of her eyes to peek out. Her gaze locked onto mine, and I could sense the embarrassment and suspicion radiating from her.

    Misty''s voice wasced with usation. "You totally saw all that, didn''t you?"

    I nodded enthusiastically, crossing my arms over my chest. "Ditto di!" I chimed in, trying to look as smug as a Ditto could.

    Misty let out a frustrated groan. "Arhggg..." she muttered, burying her face back into the pillow.

    Without raising her head, Misty asked me, "What are you doing here?"

    I didn''t bother answering, instead opting for a more dramatic entrance. I jumped from the table to the bed,nding with a soft thud that startled Misty and made her body jerk slightly. The mattress bounced gently under my weight, and before she could process what was happening, I wrapped my body around hers, hugging her tightly.

    Misty let out a drawn-out "Ohhhhhhhhh", her voice muffled by the pillow. Her body tensed up initially, but as I held her close, I could feel her rxing, her tension easing out of her muscles.

    I snuggled in closer, my Ditto body molding to hers, and let out a contented "Ditto" sigh. It was like we were two puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly.

    After a moment offortable silence, Misty asked me again, her voice tinged with a pouty tone, "You didn''t answer my question."

    I responded with a cheerful "Dit ditto di di", as if that would somehow magically convey my intentions.

    Misty''s response wasced with exasperation. "You understand that I can''t understand what you''re saying, right?"

    I do, that was the intention, but I took pity on her.

    My Ditto body began to grow, taking up more space on the bed. I was now bigger than before, and as Misty raised her head from the pillow, she was greeted by the sight of her own body double staring back at her. We were so close that it looked like we were cuddling, our faces inches apart.

    I beamed at her, a goofy grin stered on my face. "Now, ok?"

    Misty''s face fell back into the pillow, and she muttered, "Idiot."

    As shey there, her thoughts drifted to the earlier encounter, and her face reddened at the memory of the chiseled, handsome body I had taken on. "At least he didn''t transform into that hunk of a man..." she thought to herself, grateful that her face was hidden in the pillow.

    I wrapped my arms tighter around Misty, holding her close as I whispered softly in her ear. "Are you angry? I know I got a bit too eager and curious, and I didn''t take your feelings into consideration."

    At first, Misty''s body tensed up, her muscles stiffening in response to my sudden proximity. But as I continued to speak, my words gentle and soothing, I could feel her rxing, her tension easing out of her muscles.

    She hummed lightly.

    "I know I''m a Pok¨¦mon, and I don''t always understand human emotions or boundaries," I whispered, my breath tickling her ear. "But I care about you, Misty. I want to make it right between us."

    Misty''s body sagged, her weight settling into mine as she let out a soft sigh. I could feel her heartbeat slowing, her breathing calming, as she processed my words.

    "I didn''t mean to make you ufortable," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "I promise to be more considerate in the future. Can you forgive me?"

    Misty''s response was a soft nod, her head moving fractionally against the pillow. I held her close, feeling a warmth spread through my body.

    I held Misty close, feeling her body rx further into mine. "You know, I''ve heard that humans eat something called ice cream when they''re sad, and it makes them happy," I said, trying to sound as innocent and curious as possible.

    Misty''s body stilled, and I could sense her eyes rolling in her head. "Ice cream?" she repeated, her voice muffled by the pillow.

    I nodded enthusiastically, even though she couldn''t see me. "Yeah! I''ve heard it''s some kind of magical treat that can lift anyone''s spirits. Would you like to go with me and try some?"

    There was a pause, and for a moment, I thought I had made a mistake. But then, Misty''s body rxed further, and I could sense a small smile creeping onto her face.

    "Fine," she muttered, her voice still muffled by the pillow. "But only if you promise not to turn into that guy again."

    I chuckled. "I promise, I promise," I said, hugging her tightly. "I''ll stay in my Ditto form the whole time. Let''s go get some ice cream and make you forget all about earlier."

    Misty nodded, slowly sitting up as I released my hold on her. Her face was still flushed, but there was a hint of something else too in her eyes. "Okay, let''s go," she said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

    Misty and I strolled into the ice cream parlor, mefortably sitting on her shoulder. As we walked in, my Ditto senses were heightened, taking in the delightful assortment of scents and sights. The ice cream counter was filled with containers of every vor and color imaginable, neatly stacked and glistening under the soft lights.

    Misty''s eyes shone brightly as she scanned the selection of ice cream, weighing her vor options. "Hmmm, I think I''ll go for chocte fudge," she dered, her voice steady.

    I let out a cheerful "Ditto di!" in agreement, eagerly awaiting my own scoop of ice cream.

    Misty carefully ced me on the counter, and I watched as she requested her vor at the ice cream counter. The server handed her a bowl of velvety, rich-looking chocte fudge ice cream, and Misty''s eyes gleamed with excitement.

    As Misty savored her first spoonful of ice cream, a few stray droplets fell onto her nose. I couldn''t help but chuckle at the sight, amused by the dripping ice cream.

    Misty chuckled softly, trying to wipe the ice cream off her nose with her hand, but only spreading it around further.

    She was suddenly self-conscious of the attention she was drawing from the other patrons.

    I quickly reached out one of my pseudopods, gently swiping away the ice cream from her nose with a soft wipe. She looked at me gratefully, and I beamed back at her with a cheerful "Ditto!"

    But as I watched Misty enjoy her ice cream, I couldn''t help but feel a pang of longing. I let out a wistful "Ditto" sound, and Misty smiled at me, understanding my silent request.

    "Alright, alright, I''ll order you a scoop too," she said, taking a final spoonful of her ice cream before signaling the server.

    The server looked at me inquisitively. "Another scoop?" he asked, looking from Misty to me in confusion.

    Misty nodded confidently. "Yes, please, the same vor," she said with certainty.

    The server handed me my own scoop of chocte fudge ice cream, and I let out a cheerful "Ditto!" as I dived into it, consuming the entire scoop in one swift move.

    Misty''s eyes widened with surprise as she watched me. "I see what you mean when you say you have a big appetite," she said,ughing gently.

    Wait, when did I say that? Is she making it up as she talks?

    Bah, who cares, its true anyways.

    As Misty resumed her ice cream, a glob of it slipped from her mouth andnded directly in the center of her cleavage.

    Wish that glob was me...

    Her body jerked suddenly in response to the sudden coldness which only seeped deeper inside.

    I couldn''t help butugh at the situation, amused by her reaction. I extended one of my pseudopods, gracefully easing it into her cleavage to wipe away the ice cream.

    Misty''s face flushed with embarrassment as she watched me without moving away in surprise. I emitted a mischievous chirp, enjoying the moment before she could react.

    Misty shook her head, a smile still on her face. "You and your antics," she said affectionately.

    Hell yeah, volcano cooled!

    We spent the next hour or so relishing our ice cream and savoring some more vors.

    Too much sugar in one day? Ditto doesn''t care bitches!

    As we finished off ourst bowls, Misty looked over at me, her face still beaming, and her stomach a bit bulging

    "It was fun..." she said, her voice soft and gentle.

    I beamed up at her, my Ditto eyes shining with happiness. "Ditto di!" I chimed in,

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 Planning 4 Future

    nning 4 Future

    Misty and I made our way back to the Pok¨¦mon center, our ice cream-filled bellies full and happy. As we walked into the center, Nurse Joy looked up from her desk, her eyes immediately going to me. She caught my gaze and gave me a little thumbs up, nodding her head in approval.

    I winked at her, my Ditto body silently thanking her for her support. Misty didn''t notice the little exchange, her eyes focused on the hallway ahead of us.

    As we entered Misty''s room, she climbed onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft cushions. I settled myself next to her, my body sinking into the same spot, molding to her shape and size.

    Hmm, not getting the feel...

    I looked at Misty and mimicked her supple body, turning into her twin from another mother and snuggly hugged her.

    Misty looked over at me, initially with a bit of surprise that quickly turned into amusement on looking the content look on my face.

    "Hugging me again?" she asked, her voice teasing.

    I nodded, my eyes shining in the dim light. "I like hugging you, Misty," I said, my voice softer than usual. "You smell so good and your body is so soft."

    Misty chuckled, her body rxing into my grip. "Well, I''m not going toin," she said, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow.

    I spooned her, my body snuggling up against hers as wey there together. Misty''s body was still warm despite the load of ice creams, and I could feel her heartbeat steady and calm. It felt like we were two pieces of a puzzle, meant to fit together in this exact moment.

    Misty let out a quiet "Thanks," her voice barely audible. I squeezed her tighter, my body burrowing deeper into the softness of hers.

    I tried to start a conversation, saying "So I was thinking-"

    But Misty jumped in, yfully jabbing at me with a joke. "You think?"

    I chuckled, my body shaking with amusement. "Haha, very funny." I replied, taking her tease in stride. It was nice to see Misty''s yful side, even if she was still a bit flustered from earlier.

    I continued my train of thought, asking Misty, "Peoples catch Pok¨¦mon, right?"

    Misty nodded, "Yeah, they do."

    I followed up with a curious question, "What if I don''t want to be caught?"

    Misty''s expression changed, and she suddenly looked at me in a new light. She remembered that the being currently cuddling her, looking like her body double, was actually a Pok¨¦mon. If not for the tant gaps in mymon sense, she wouldn''t have believed it.

    After a brief silence, Misty spoke up, her voice a bit softer. "Then don''t... you can live deep in the forest... nobody would bother to catch you..." Her words trailed off, and I could sense a hint of uncertainty in her tone.

    I settled in, my body still wrapped around Misty''s, making us look like two peas in a pod. I let out a sigh, my breath tickling her ear, "I would have, but it''s just so boring..."

    Misty''s gaze met mine, her eye filled with agreement.

    "Ehh, that sounds true..." she said, her voice trailing off as she raised her head off the pillow, her chest now partially exposed. I couldn''t help but notice, but I yed it cool, keeping my face neutral.

    I took advantage of the moment, rubbing my nose against hers in a yful gesture. "Then again, isn''t this the first time you''ve seen a Pok¨¦mon talk?" I asked, grinning mischievously.

    Misty let out a little yelp, her eyes widening in surprise as she giggled and tried to squirm away from my nose attacks. "Hey, it''s ticklish!" she said, trying to hide her smile behind a veil of annoyance.

    "I am more interested in the adventures," I said, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard you people do something called Championships? Where people from all cese to participate?"

    Misty nodded, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Yeah, but not all ces, more like just a region. Different regions have their own championships."

    I bounced up and down, my body bobbing with excitement. "That sounds so fun! I wanna participate in that!" I eximed; my voice infectiously enthusiastic.

    Misty raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement on her face. "Dummy, it''s for Pok¨¦mon trainers to participate, not somece to go for sightseeing."

    I leaned in, my body tantalizingly close to Misty''s. "And what do Pok¨¦mon trainers do there?" I asked.

    Misty thought for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Make their Pok¨¦mon fight?" she replied, her tone uncertain.

    I nodded enthusiastically. "And what am I?" I asked, my voiceced with a hint of mischief.

    Misty''s eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "Pok¨¦mon... ohhh, you mean..." she trailed off, her face flushing with a mix of surprise and amusement.

    I grinned, my face beaming with mischief. "Yup!"

    Misty''s expression turned skeptical, her voice tinged with concern. "But didn''t you say you don''t want to be caught?"

    I chuckled, my body shaking with amusement. "Yup, but what if I find a cute and beautiful-looking girl with orange hair and pretend to be her Pok¨¦mon?" I asked, my eyes locked onto Misty''s, a yful glint dancing in them.

    Misty''s face turned bright red, her eyes widening in surprise. She sputtered, "W-wait a minute! Is that okay?"

    I raised an eyebrow, my face querying. "Why not?" I asked, my toneced with amusement.

    Misty hesitated, her gaze darting to the window, avoiding eye contact. "I mean, while I am a Pok¨¦mon trainer, I don''t have too much experience of training them..." she trailed off, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

    As she spoke, the weight of my hand on her waist disappeared, and Misty thought I must be disappointed. But then, she felt a hand touch her chin, gently moving her face back towards me.

    Her eyes widened in surprise as my lips brushed against hers, a soft, gentle kiss that sent shivers down her spine. I pulled back, a sly grin spreading across my face.

    Misty''s eyes remained wide, her pupils dted in shock, as I whispered, "Dummy, do you think I need training?" My voice wasced with yful teasing.

    Misty''s eyes widened in surprise, her face flushing with a mix of shock and embarrassment.

    "W-what was that for?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

    I beamed at her, my face radiating innocence. "I was saying thanks for epting!"

    Misty''s eyes widened further, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "But I haven''t epted it yet?" she said, her toneced with confusion and amusement.

    I giggled. "Will you reject me, a cute and cuddly Ditto?" I asked, my face inches from hers, my eyes locked onto hers, using my most adorable, moe-cute expression.

    Misty''s face softened, a hint of a smile ying on her lips. "Haah, I guess okayy..."

    I squealed in excitement. "You''re the best!" I eximed, my eyes shining with joy.

    Before Misty could respond, I leaned in again, my lips crashing against hers in a more insistent kiss. This time, it wasn''t just a gentle brush - my lips pressed firmly against hers, my body molding against hers as I deepened the kiss.

    Misty''s eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing up for a moment before she rxed into the kiss. "Ahh wai-mhmpp..." she murmured, her voice muffled by my lips.

    As our lips pressed together, my tongue slipped into Misty''s mouth, taking her by surprise. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, her body tensed up, unsure of how to react. But I didn''t give her a chance to pull back, my tongue darting in, exploring the warmth of her mouth.

    Misty''s tongue instinctively resisted at first, but I teased it gently, ying a game of tag with the tip. Her initial hesitation soon gave way to a soft sigh, her body melting into the kiss as my tongue danced with hers. I could feel her surprise giving way to curiosity, her tongue tentatively curling around mine as I guided her through the kiss.

    Her mouth was like a sweet haven, and I reveled in the sensation of her soft lips, the gentle y of her tongue, and the warmth of her breath. Misty''s body seemed to dissolve into the kiss, her tension draining away as I expertly ravaged her inexperienced mouth.

    ...

    Five minutester, Mistyy there, heaving, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. I was in a simr state, my head nestled between her breasts, inhaling the milk-scented air with long, dazzled breaths.

    As a Ditto, I didn''t have to worry about air, but it was a different story when I transformed. Strength and weakness, I took both when mimicking, and right now, I was reveling in the sensations of being human.

    Misty''s voice wasced with exhaustion as she spoke, her words punctuated by heavy breaths. "W-why do you... always..."

    I just snicked, a soft, contented sound, and let out a warm breath between her breasts. Misty''s eyes shed open, and she pped my head from behind, a gentle but yful rebuke.

    "Eehhh, don''t do that!" she eximed, her voice still husky from our earlier activities. I chuckled, the sound muffled by her breasts, and nuzzled deeper into the warm, soft space between them.

    I raised my head from the soft mounds, gazing towards the digital clock on the table. [5:23 PM] My eyes widened as I quickly jumped out from Misty''s embrace.

    "Fuck," I muttered to myself, realizing I had told Delia I was going for a walk and it had been nearly 8 hours since I went out. She might have been worrying about me.

    Misty looked at me, confused. "What happened?"

    I hastily exined, "I''ve got to go somewhere. I''ll be back tomorrow. You don''t have anywhere to go, right?"

    Misty thought for a moment. "Hmm, not particrly, though I need to get that boy Ash to repair my cycle."

    I waved it off. "Bah, I''ll get you a better one in the future. Anything else?"

    Misty''s eyes narrowed. "No, but where are you going?"

    I shifted ufortably, trying to downy the situation. "I had told someone I was going out for some time. She might be worrying if I don''t return."

    Misty''s gaze turned sharp, her voiceced with suspicion. "She?" Her tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel a volcano about to erupt somewhere.

    I acted oblivious, trying to defuse the tension. "Yeah, a friend."

    Misty''s eyes narrowed further, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Hmm, just a friend, huh?"

    Misty''s eyes seemed to bore into my soul, her voiceced with suspicion. "Do you also give your thanks to this ''friend''?"

    Heh, I felt like a wrong answer to this question wouldn''t bode well for me. I rushed to avoid answering that question, trying to deflect the attention.

    "Why are you asking all that? Anyway, I will meet you tomorrow, Misty! Please wait for me, okay?"

    Misty nodded her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Right... oh, are you going back like that? I think your ''friend'' might not like it..."

    Her voice sounded sarcastic, and I could feel the arrows flying my way. Damn women, always poking holes in my story!

    I acted oblivious, trying to maintain my facade. "Only till I find a flying Pok¨¦mon to mimic, take care!" I rubbed her head before rushing out of the door, trying to escape the interrogation.

    Not gonna fall in that trap!

    As I left, Misty fell back onto her bed, muttering something under her breath. Her stomach suddenly growled, and she looked up, her eyes focusing on the present moment.

    "I should eat something..." her whispered words lingering in the air.

 Viridian Forest

    Viridian Forest

    I rushed out of the Pok¨¦mon Center, still in Misty''s form, and almost bumped into a familiar face - Ash, with Pikachu perched on his shoulder. They both looked like they''d finally be BFFs, which was great for the plot, I supposed. Ash''s eyes lit up when he saw me, and he approached with a curious expression.

    "Hey, Misty! Where did you disappear to earlier? Office Jenny wanted to ask some questions." Ash asked curiously.

    I yed it cool. "Oh, I had stuff to do."

    Ash looked confused, but he didn''t pry. Instead, he asked, "Hey, you know anything about that strange Ditto from before?"

    I chuckled, soundingid-back. "Oh, that Ditto? It probably wandered off. Didn''t see it again after it...uh, left." I shrugged, ying it casual.

    Ash seemed to buy it. "Okay, okay. See ya, Misty!"

    I waved goodbye. "Later!"

    As I walked away, I could feel Ash''s eyes on me, probably thinking about Misty''s weird silence.

    ...

    *chirp chirp*

    I decided to explore the Viridian Forest a bit, soaking in the sights and sounds of Pok¨¦mon doing their thing. I had hurried out of Pewter City, but what was a little more time? I was gonna get scolded anyway, might as well enjoy the view.

    I ambled through the forest, taking in the lush greenery. I gazed up at the canopy, lost in thought, when suddenly...

    "WEEEE!"

    A high-pitched squeal cut through the air, and I saw a squishy, yellow thing under my foot. Ugh, a Weedle. With a needle on its head and tail, it was ready to impale me.

    The Weedle''s beady eyes red up at me, its tail twitching, ready to strike. I didn''t hesitate - I stepped on it, feeling a slight squish beneath my foot. The Weedle let out a tiny shriek as I kicked it away, but it didn''t take the hint.

    The Weedle shot out a stream of sticky silk, wrapping it around my hand. I tried to pull back, but the silk held tight. The Weedle started to pull me towards it, its beady eyes glinting with a sinister intent. Not today, little guy.

    I hadn''t taken those martial arts sses for show.

    I pulled my hand back, but the Weedle came with it, stuck to my arm like a bad tattoo.

    I used my other hand to give it a hard punch to its head, feeling a satisfying crunch beneath my fist. The Weedle let out a pained squeak as its head jerked back, dazed.

    I quickly transformed my hand into a slimy appendage, slipping out of the silk''s grasp with ease. I shook off the remaining silk, then tossed the disoriented Weedle away like a rag doll. It stumbled, dazed, before finally scurrying off into the underbrush.

    I stood up, brushing off my hands. Well, that was fun.

    I froze, my whole body on high alert.

    What. The. Hell. Was. That?

    A D¨¦j¨¤ Vu-like feeling washed over me, and I couldn''t shake it off. It was as if I''d felt...something. A spark, a flicker, a surge of strength that had coursed through my veins.

    As a being made of slime, I was intimately connected with my own body. I knew every twitch, every quiver, every weird-ass sensation. I couldn''t have missed it - whatever "it" was.

    I scanned my body from head to toe, searching for any signs of what had just happened. My senses went into overdrive, probing every inch of my slimy self.

    The more I focused, the more convinced I became that I wasn''t imagining things.

    A tiny, almost imperceptible current-like sensation lingered, making me feel...different. Stronger. Weird.

    I reyed the scene in my mind, wondering if that Weedle had done something to me. Nah, it happened after it scurried off with its tail between its legs.

    Coincidence? I wasn''t buying it.

    A shiver ran down my spine as a crazy thought began to form. Could it be...? No way. That was impossible. This wasn''t some Pok¨¦mon game, was it?

    I chuckled, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. But my brain refused to let go of the idea. It was like my mind was stuck on this ridiculous notion, refusing to dismiss it.

    Then I remembered that strange sensation I''d felt after beating that Spearow earlier. I''d written it off as an Oran Berry high, but...

    What if it wasn''t just the berries?

    I whispered to myself, "Need more data to be sure."

    My heart raced with excitement, mixed with a dash of trepidation. This was getting weird, and I wasn''t sure I was ready for it.

    I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was toe. I needed to investigate this further, no matter how crazy it seemed. And I knew just the way to do it - find another Pok¨¦mon and see if I could replicate that sensation.

    "Best not to mess with too strong of a Pok¨¦mon for now," I muttered to myself. I needed a test subject, not a nightmare.

    I remained in Misty''s human form, sacrificing some power for the sake of mobility. It was a calcted risk, but I had to move quickly and quietly if I wanted to catch a Pok¨¦mon off guard.

    I veered off the forest trail, walking into the dense underbrush. The trees seemed to close in around me, their leaves rustling ominously in the breeze.

    Weirdly, I was also hearing crickets chirping among other sounds. Does that mean they exist here too?

    Good thing to know. That means other normal animals might also exist in this.

    How weird is that they never showed that either in the anime or the numerous game titles, but never shied away from Pok¨¦mon having Pok¨¦dex entries giving animal references for their shape.

    But then again, surviving when theirpetition is goddamn Pok¨¦mon themselves, it won''t be a big thing if they would have gone extinct.

    That reminds me to check out any library or inte (if that exists) to see the world''s history and geography.

    Those damn people at Nintendo and Game Freak just keep adding new regions and mechanisms to the world that even I couldn''t keep track of everything through the years.

    *rustle*

    My eyes scanned the underbrush, searching for test subject 01.

    A small, purple furry creature that I was quite familiar with, peeked out from behind the foliage. A Rattata!

    Not too strong, even seemed somewhat weak if I judged by its size. Tch, let''s just try it.

    I crept forward, trying not to startle it.

    My heart raced with trepidation as I reached out a hand, preparing to grab it.

    I am not here, I am not here...

    With a deep breath, I lunged forward, grabbing the Rattata with a swift motion. The little creature squeaked and struggled in my grasp, but I held tight.

    The Rattata thrashed about, trying to bite and scratch me with its ws, but I held it firm. I watched as its teeth began to glow and elongate, preparing to strike.

    Bite attack? In your dreams, bitches.

    I sneered, my grip tightening around the Rattata''s squirming body. With a swift motion, I bashed its head against a nearby rock. The creature''s eyes went ssy, and it slumped limp in my hands.

    Isn''t this a bit too weak?

    For a moment, I just held it, feeling... nothing?

    Did I do something wrong? I mean, not morally, of course, sneaking up on a Pok¨¦mon and bashing its head was wrong, but currently, I was more concerned with finding the cause of the sensation.

    A minute passed, but nothing happened. Sigh...

    I gently ced the Rattata on the ground, sitting down on a nearby rock to observe it. Leaving it in this state in the forest was as good as killing it, so I waited for a few moments until it regained consciousness.

    As soon as its eyes fluttered open, it sprang into a fighting posture, ready to pounce on the sneaky attacker that was me. I held up my hands in a calming gesture, trying to appear non-threatening.

    "Whoa, whoa, little guy, I''m sorry, okay?" I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

    The Rattata''s beady eyes narrowed, its fur still standing on end from the adrenaline rush. It didn''t seem to believe me, but it didn''t attack either. Instead, it took a cautious step back, its gaze fixed on me like a wary predator.

    With a final nce, the Rattata turned tail and scampered off into the underbrush, disappearing from view.

    I got up from the rock too, brushing off my pants(not that I needed to) and taking a deep breath. The forest was quiet once more, the only sound being the distant chirping of Pok¨¦mon and the rustling of leaves.

    "Test Subject Number 2, where are you?" I whispered, scanning the surrounding area for my next experiment.

    After what felt like an eternity of searching, I finally spotted two Pok¨¦mon ying together in a small clearing. An Oddish and a Bellsprout,pletely carefree and enjoying each other''spany.

    The Oddish was circling around the Bellsprout, its long, thin body weaving in and out of the Bellsprout''s vines. The Bellsprout, meanwhile, was giggling and making yful jabs at the Oddish with its tendrils.

    Suddenly, the Oddish jumped on top of the Bellsprout,nding with a soft thud. It started tickling the Bellsprout''s vines, making it squirm and giggle even more.

    "Oddish! Oddish!" the Oddish chimed in, its high-pitched voice squeaking with excitement.

    "Bell! Bell! Bellsprout!" the Bellsprout responded, its voice rising to a crescendo as it tried to wriggle free from the Oddish''s grasp.

    I watched them for a moment, my initial intention of using them as test subjects slowly fading away. They seemed so... innocent, so joyful. I couldn''t bring myself to ruin their fun, to beat the crap out of them just for the sake of my experiment.

    With a strange sense of guilt, I decided to let them be. I turned around, leaving the two Pok¨¦mon to their yful antics.

    As I made my way back through the forest, I noticed the sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the trees

    "Better to leave now," I muttered to myself. "Wouldn''t wish to be sleep in a forest."

    Peering up, I spotted a Pidgeot circling overhead. With a small click of my tongue, I detransformed back into my blob form. Then, in one swift motion, I mimicked the glorious bird.

    There was a slight annoyance that came with this particr ability. Mimicking required me to start in my default Ditto form, which was always a bit jarring.

    Extending my newly acquired wings, I took a running leap and soared into the air, feeling the wind rush through my "feathers."

    ---

    Viridian City

    Police Station

    The trio of Team Rocket sat in their dingy jail cell, their faces still smoldering from the electric shock they''d received earlier. Jessie rubbed her singed purple hair, while James nursed a bruised ego. Meowth, on the other hand, looked like he''d seen the Pok¨¦mon gods themselves.

    "That... that Ditto was a beast!" Jessie eximed, her eyes wide with awe. "I''ve never seen anything like it! That blue thunderbolt was insane!"

    James nodded vigorously, his face still flushed from the shock. "I know, right? I thought we were a goner for sure! That thing packed some serious punch!"

    Meowth, who''d been quietly brooding, suddenly mmed his fist on the metal bench. "We need to catch that Ditto, pronto! Imagine the looks on the boss''s face when we present him with that kind of power!"

    Jessie''s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, we''d be the heroes of Team Rocket! The boss would be so proud of us!"

    James''s face lit up with a goofy grin. "We''d be showered with promotions, riches, and... and... Pok¨¦ Balls galore!"

    The three of them started salivating at the prospect, their minds racing with the possibilities. Meowth began to pace around the cell, his tail twitching with anticipation.

    "We need a n, a strategy, a masterpiece of a scheme to catch that Ditto!" Meowth dered, his voice rising to a crescendo.

    Jessie and James high-fived each other, already imagining their triumphant return to Team Rocket HQ.

    "Yes! We''ll catch that Ditto and show the world what we''re made of!" Jessie cheered.

    "But first," James said, rubbing his sore head, "let''s just get out of this dump."

    They vowed to catch Ditto, no matter what it took, and bring it back to their boss as a token of their unwavering loyalty.

    The trio cackled maniacally, their evilughter echoing off the cold, gray walls of the jail cell, sending shivers down the spines of the other inmates.

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 Fiesty Mommy

    Fiesty Mommy

    Delia was busy in the kitchen, whipping up some dinner, when she heard a knock on the door. She wiped her hands on her apron and made her way to the entrance. She wasn''t expecting anyone, and her mind immediately went to the weirdo she''d picked up yesterday. The one who could turn into a slimy blob and then into her identical twin. Yeah, that guy. She hadn''t seen him since he''d bailed on her after their morning romp.

    But she wasn''t prepared for the goddamn Adonis standing on her porch.

    The guy was... wow. Chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled jawline that seemed to be chiseled from the gods themselves. His messy blond hair added to his rugged charm, and those full lips curled into a hint of a smile as he gazed at Delia.

    Delia''s eyes narrowed, her instincts screaming that something was off. This guy was way too perfect, way too charming. She crossed her arms, her expression skeptical.

    "Can I help you?" she asked bluntly, trying to keep her tone neutral.

    The stranger leaned against the doorframe, his gaze roaming over Delia''s face. "I''m so sorry to disturb you, but I''m lost. I was wondering if I could ask for directions?"

    Delia raised an eyebrow. "Directions? You''re not from around here, are you?" She took a step back, her eyes never leaving his face.

    The stranger chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No, I''m just passing through. I''ve been walking all day, and I could really use a warm meal and a roof over my head."

    Delia''s eyes shed with annoyance. "Well, I''m not a charity. You should try the inn down the street."

    The stranger''s smile grew wider. "Ah,e on. I promise I won''t bite. Unless you want me to, that is." He winked, and Delia''s face turned red with anger.

    "Excuse me?" she snapped, her voice low and deadly. "What kind ofment is that?"

    The stranger''s smile faltered, and he took a step back. "I-I was just trying to be friendly..."

    Delia''s eyes glinted with fury. "Friendly? You think that''s friendly? You think I''m some kind of... of..." She shook her head, her anger boiling over. "Get out of here. Go find someone else to charm with your fake smile and your stupid wink."

    Delia''s anger turned to shock as the stranger''s face began to shift and contort, his features melting away like wax in a furnace. His body began to stretch andpress, his limbs shortening and elongating until he was standing in front of her as her identical twin.

    Delia''s eyes widened, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. "D-Ditto?" she stuttered, her anger forgotten in the face of shock.

    The Ditto-turned-Delia-twin smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You are so rude, dear. I like it!" she said, her voice a perfect mimic of Delia''s own.

    Delia''s face flushed with embarrassment and concern, her hands on her hips. She looked angry, but it was more a worried-angry, a mix of frustration and relief that Ditto was finally back. "What the hell, Ditto? Where were you all day? I was worried sick about you!"

    Ditto-Delia chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Delia''s spine. "Oh, I was just out exploring, dear. I wanted to see what I could do. And I have to say, I''m impressed with myself." She grinned, a triumphant smile that was both disturbing and impressive.

    Delia''s eyes narrowed, her concern still simmering just below the surface. "You scared me, Ditto. You disappear for the whole goddamn day and then you show up at my door pretending to be some stranger trying to flirt with me?"

    Ditto-Delia shrugged, a careless gesture that was so like Delia herself. "I was bored, dear. And I wanted to have a little fun. Besides, I learned something new today. I can turn into a human without mimicking anyone." She grinned, a proud smile that was both adorable and unsettling.

    As she smiled, Ditto''s gaze drifted downwards, her eyes lingering on Delia''s face. "You know, dear, I''ve been wondering something. Why are you so shy in bed? You''re so fierce and confident everywhere else, but the minute we''re between the sheets, you turn into a blushing mess."

    Ditto''s voice was curious, but also tinged with amusement.

    Delia''s face went bright red, her concern and worry forgotten in the face of embarrassment. "Shut up, Ditto," she muttered, looking away.

    But before she could even process what was happening, Ditto''s body began to shift and contort again, his features melting away like wax in a furnace. His limbs lengthened and his face transformed, until he was standing in front of her as the handsome stranger again.

    Delia''s eyes snapped back to his face, her embarrassment still simmering just below the surface. But this time, she couldn''t help the flutter in her chest as he smiled at her, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

    "I love it when you''re flustered, dear," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It''s so cute."

    Delia''s eyes narrowed, trying to maintain her fierce facade despite the blush creeping up her neck. "Don''t think you''re getting off that easy, mister," she said, trying to sound stern but her voiceing out barely above a whisper.

    Ditto, back in Delia form, trotted into the house, falling headfirst onto the couch with a giggle. Delia followed, closing the door behind her, and gazed at her lookalike sprawled out on the couch.

    Delia let out a deep sigh, shaking her head. "I''ll never get used to this. It''s like... I''m looking at myself from another eye. It never feels normal, you know?" She plopped down on the free side of the couch, her eyes fixed on Ditto''s identical face. "Like, I''m staring at myself, but it''s not really me. It''s like my brain can''tprehend that it''s not actually me lying on that couch right now."

    Ditto, still in Delia form, grinnedzily, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It''s because your eyes can''t handle your beauty, dear." She batted her eyshes, making Delia roll her eyes.

    Delia yfully swatted at Ditto''s butt (or rather, her own butt), making it jiggle. "Oh, shut up, you goofball." She chuckled, shaking her head. "You''re ridiculous, you know that?"

    Dittoughed, a sound that was eerily simr to Delia''s ownughter. "Hey, someone''s got to keep things interesting around here." She flipped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with a contented sigh. "Besides, I''m starving. What''s for dinner?"

    Delia raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. "You''re lucky I was already cooking when you showed up. Otherwise, you''d be going to bed hungry." She got up, heading towards the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.

    Ditto''s eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly grin spreading across her face. "If not dinner, I would definitely be eating a sweet peach on the bed."

    Her voice was low and husky, the innuendo clear as day.

    Delia shook her head, her eyes darting away from Ditto''s gaze. "You''re ridiculous, Ditto. Go wash your hands, we''re eating in ten." She gestured towards the bathroom, trying to distract herself from the flutter in her chest.

    Ditto grinned, getting up from the couch with a fluid motion. "Yes, ma''am." She sauntered off towards the bathroom, her hips swaying in a way that made Delia''s breath catch.

    ....

    I was lounging on the couch, my head in Delia''sp, her fingers stroking my hair like it was her job. I mean, I wasn''tining or anything. She was hooked on some soap opera, and I was happy to oblige. I mean, who doesn''t love over-the-top dramatics and angsty music?

    Finally, the episode ended. Thank God, because I was about to lose my mind. How do they stretch a single scene into five minutes of just facial reactions? It''s like,e on, get on with it already!

    Delia looked down at me, a knowing glint in her eye. "Enjoying the massage, aren''t we?"

    I lifted my head, giving her my most innocent smile. "I do not say no to pleasure."

    She chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, I learned that. So, where were you all day?"

    Ugh, didn''t we leave this conversation behind us already? I thought we''d moved on from the whole "where were you?" thing. But no, Delia was like a dog with a bone, refusing to let go.

    I cleared my throat, trying to sound as nonchnt as possible. "Ahem, ahem, so as I told you, I was out for a walk, and... uh... I ended up in Viridian City."

    Delia''s eyes twitched, her brow furrowing. "You ended up walking to Viridian City?"

    I maintained my oblivious act, nodding enthusiastically. "Hum hum, yeah."

    I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, but I just kept on smiling, pretending like I was the most innocent guy in the world.

    Delia raised an eyebrow, her tone skeptical. "And, pray, what did you do there?"

    I shrugged, trying to look as carefree as possible. "Well, that isn''t much important. It''s better to ask what I got there?"

    Delia''s eyes narrowed, but she yed along. "So, what did you get there?"

    I grinned, trying to look as innocent as a puppy. "A aspiration!"

    Delia''s eyes widened in mock surprise, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh! You do have aspirations other than doing all those... d-dirty things?"

    I chuckled, my eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, a guy''s gotta have goals, right?" I said, trying to sound as nonchnt as possible.

    Delia rolled her eyes, but a small smile yed on her lips. "I suppose."

    I grinned, trying to look as enthusiastic as possible. "So, I decided I wanna win the Pok¨¦mon Championship!"

    Delia''s reaction was priceless. She was in the middle of taking a sip of water from the ss she''d picked up from the table, and my words made her spit it out all over my face.

    "Pardon me!?" she sputtered, her eyes wide with shock, water dripping from her chin.

    Iughed, wiping the water off my face with a sleeve, trying to look as innocent as possible. "What? You didn''t know I hadpetitive ambitions?"

    Delia''s face was a mix of shock and amusement, her eyes still sparkling with water. "You... you want to win the Pok¨¦mon Championship?"

    I nodded, trying to look as serious as possible. "Yeah, why not?"

    Delia''s expression changed from shock to confusion, her brow furrowing. "But... how are you going to... you know, catch Pok¨¦mon and stuff?"

    I just grinned, "I''ve got a n."

    ...

    Delia''s eyes were still wide with disbelief. "So, let me get this straight. You''re going to pretend to be someone''s Pok¨¦mon and battle your way to the top?"

    I nodded, trying to look as confident as possible. "That''s the n."

    Delia''s expression changed, concern etched on her face. "Ditto, no, you can''t be serious. That''s so dangerous!"

    I shrugged, trying to downy her worries. "Come on, it''s not like Pok¨¦mon die in battles, do they?"

    Delia hesitated, her brow furrowing. "I-I haven''t heard of such... but... but you can get hurt."

    I waved my hand dismissively. "''Tis but a scratch."

    Delia''s face turned stern, her eyes shing with worry. "Ditto, this isn''t a joke."

    I looked at Delia, perhaps the sincerest I''d ever been with her. "Don''t worry about that. Just trust me."

    Delia''s expression softened, her eyes searching mine. She sighed, a gentle exhtion that spoke of resignation.

    I grinned, a mischievous spark in my eye. "But the question is, do you want to join the charismatic Ditto in his adventures?"

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 Encouragements

    Encouragements

    Delia''s eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open in utter surprise. The look on her face was like I''d just suggested she fly to the moon on a Pidgey''s back.

    Delia''s eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open like a Pok¨¦ Ball about to snap shut on an unsuspecting Pikachu. The look on her face was like I''d just suggested she trade in herfy Pallet Town life for a seat on a rocket ship to the moon, with a Pidgey as the pilot and a prayer as the only safety.

    It was like the thought had never urred to her, even when I''d told her about my aspirations. She''d been so focused on worrying about me, about the dangers of battling, that the idea of joining me on this wild adventure had never crossed her mind.

    The concept seemed to have rocked her entire world, leaving her staring at me like I''d grown a second head. Hmm, a good idea to try out...

    Finally, she found her voice, her toneced with incredulity. "Me? Go with you on this... this Pok¨¦mon Championship adventure?" She said it slowly, like she was trying to wrap her head around the idea.

    I nodded, trying to look as encouraging as possible. "Why not? You''re already stuck with me, might as well make it interesting."

    Delia''s eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape from the absurdity of my suggestion. "Uhm, I''m not sure..." she trailed off, her voiceced with hesitation.

    She shifted ufortably on the couch, her hands fidgeting in herp. "I mean, I''m not exactly... young anymore," she said, her tone dripping with doubts.

    I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden concern with her age. "And what''s that got to do with anything?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

    Delia''s face turned pink, her eyes shing with embarrassment. "I''m a mother, for crying out loud! What would people say if they found out I was traipsing around the country with... with a Pok¨¦mon?" She waved her hand at me, as if I was some kind of embarrassing secret.

    I chuckled, trying to put her at ease. "People would say you''re living your best life, that''s what," I said, grinning.

    Delia''s expression turned skeptical, her brow furrowing. "You think so, huh?" she said, her toneced with sarcasm.

    I shrugged, trying to look nonchnt. "I mean, who cares what people think? It''s your life, your choices."

    Delia''s expression softened, her eyes searching mine as if looking for reassurance. She seemed to be a little bit convinced, but some pushing was still needed.

    I leaned in, my voice taking on a persuasive tone. "So, do you have something to do here? Any business, any rtives around?"

    Delia shook her head, her ponytail bobbing behind her. "No, not really. Nothing that I can''t leave behind."

    I nodded, sensing an opening. "And have you ever traveled to distant ces?"

    Delia''s eyes gazed off into the distance, her voice taking on a wistful tone. "Oh, when I was young, I went to some nearby towns, but not more than that. After Ash, I never got the chance..."

    I pounced on her words, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "Exactly! You''ve been stuck in one ce for too long, Delia. Imagine how fun it would be to travel around the world, discover new ces, meet strange Pok¨¦mon... "

    I let my words trail off, letting the possibilities hang in the air like a tantalizing promise. Delia''s eyes began to light up, her face reflecting a distant memory of adventure.

    "Now that Ash is also gone on his adventure, what would you do here?" I asked, my voice gentle but probing.

    Delia''s expression faltered, her eyes dropping as she struggled toe up with an answer. "I... I don''t know. I just sort of... exist, I suppose."

    I leaned in closer, my voice taking on a persuasive tone. "Exactly. You exist, but you don''t live. You don''t experience the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline when you''re facing the unexpected."

    I paused, letting my words sink in. "Imagine leaving all this behind and seeing what the world has to offer. You could be more than just a mother, more than just a name in Pallet Town."

    Delia''s lips parted, her eyes locked on mine as she considered my words

    But then I backed off, my tone bing gentle. "You don''t need to rush, Delia. This isn''t a small decision, and I''m not expecting you to make it on the spot. Take some time to think about it, weigh your options..."

    Delia hummed, her eyes still locked on mine, her expression thoughtful.

    "You remember the trainer I talked about?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

    Delia''s eyes narrowed slightly. "The one whose Pok¨¦mon you would pretend to be?"

    I nodded, trying to seem nonchnt. "Yeah, that one. I''ll travel with her for some time, check out how her personality is and all."

    Through I was quite sure that wouldn''t be a problem between Misty and Delia - both were good-natured people, what could possibly go wrong?

    Delia''s face remained straight, betraying no emotion. "Her? You didn''t tell me earlier that it was a girl?"

    Oh boy.

    (Death Spirit hovering in the background, whispering in my ear: "Omae wa mou shinderu")

    heh

    "Yeeeah!" I eximed, quickly burying my face in Delia''s stomach to hide.

    "Meanwhile, you can decide, and then if you''re sure, we can all go together!", I said, pretending to be excited, trying to ignore Delia''s piercing stare boring down on the back of my head.

    I could feel her eyes burning holes into my scalp, but I refused to look up, instead opting to nuzzle her belly like a guilty cat.

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 Backdoor Pleasures (R18+)

    Backdoor Pleasures (R18+)

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    I stretch my small Ditto body to the limit as I take a big yawn. My eyes are still half-closed, but I can see Delia sleeping peacefully beside me. She''s muttering something in her sleep, "mhmm... ditto... don''t... more."

    Ehh,dy, what kinda fantasies are you seeing? I think to myself, a sly grin spreading across my face.

    Last night was a bit of a snooze-fest, to be honest. Doing all that mimicking takes a shitload of energy, and that new human form I whipped up yesterday was like doing two transformations at once. I was beat by the time we hit the hay, and it seemed like Delia was too. So, we just snored away happily.

    One good thing, though, is that Delia didn''t freak out about the whole Pok¨¦mon trainer thing for too long. That''s a win in my book. She seemed a bit hesitant, but I reckon she''sing around.

    I nce at the clock on the wall, and it''s already 7 AM. Time to get moving - I''ve got a date with Viridian City. I slide closer to Delia''s face and give it a big, sloppy lick. She giggles in her sleep, and I chuckle to myself.

    Wake up, sleepyhead! I think, as I nudge her gently.

    Delia stirs, mumbling, "not so... mhm... hard." Gosh, this milf... I think, shaking my head in amusement.

    Delia''s eyes fling open, and she''s greeted by a pink blob of slime staring back at her. My raised eye is fixed on hers, and I can sense her embarrassment even before she blushes.

    Her face reddens a bit as the content of her dream clears in her mind. I can only imagine what kinda dirty thoughts she was having about me.

    "Morning Ditto," she says, her voice clear and bright, trying to cover up her embarrassment.

    "Ditttoo," I reply, my eyes fixed on Delia as she gets up from the bed, taking a big stretch that puts her impressive mommy milkers on full disy. The sunlight streaming through the window doesn''t help, and something starts rising - and it''s not my Ditto form.

    As Delia finishes stretching her curvy body, she suddenly feels a pair of hands slide under her arms and cup her boobs. Her eyes widen in rm, and I can sense her heart racing.

    Just as she''s about to freak out, I graze her ear with a warm breath, whispering, "Why did you tempt me, dear Delia?"

    She jerks her face sideways, and her eyes meet mine - or rather, the eyes of the handsome human form I''ve taken on. Her voice trembles as she stammers, "Eh! D-dittoo? W-What are you talking a-about?"

    "You know exactly what I''m talking about, Delia," I say, my voice low and husky, as I press my body against hers from behind.

    Delia''s breath catches as I wrap my arms around her, one hand teasing her breast, tweaking her nipple until it''s hard and sensitive. My other hand creeps lower, tracing the curve of her hip, and heading towards herher petals.

    My mouth trails kisses across her nape, sending shivers down her spine. I can feel her trembling, her heart racing like a wild Pok¨¦mon. She''s trying to y it cool, but I can sense her desire, her need for more.

    Delia''s eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back as she surrenders to my touch. I can feel her melting into me, her body responding to my caresses. She''s putty in my hands, and I''m loving every minute of it.

    I nuzzle her neck, my hot breath sending shivers down her spine. My hand toys with her breast, teasing her nipple until it''s rock-hard. Delia''s body arches into mine, her hips pressing back against me as she seeks more contact.

    My other hand inches lower, tracing the curve of her ass, before slipping between her thighs. Delia''s legs part slightly, giving me ess to her sweet spot. I graze her clit with my fingertips, and she lets out a soft gasp, her eyes snapping open.

    "Ah, Ditto," she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

    I chuckle, my lips brushing against her ear. "You''re so responsive, Delia. I love it."

    Delia''s face flushes, but she doesn''t push me away. Instead, she leans back into me, her body surrendering to my touch. I take it as a green light, my fingers delving deeper, probing her wetness.

    I finger her for a bit, my digits dancing across her wetness. Delia''s breathing quickens, her body trembling with anticipation. I can feel her on the edge, ready to topple over into ecstasy.

    With a mischievous grin, I bring my wet finger to her mouth, tracing her lips with it. Delia''s eyes lock onto mine, her pupils dting as she takes in the sight. For a moment, she hesitates, her face a mix of shock and curiosity.

    Then, her lips part, and she takes my finger into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I feel my form responding to the eroticism of the moment.

    Delia''s eyes never leave mine as she sucks my finger clean, her cheeks flushing with excitement. I can sense her desire growing, her need for more of what I''m offering.

    As Delia''s tongue dances around my finger, I take advantage of the moment to slide my cock between her fat ass cheeks. The soft, yielding flesh envelops me, and I let out a groan of pleasure.

    With my finger still in her mouth, I begin to move my hips, slowly grinding against her. The friction is intense, and I can feel my precum dripping onto her skin. Delia''s eyes sh with excitement, her pupils constricting as she realizes what''s happening.

    Her sucking on my finger bes more intense, her tongue working overtime to clean me off. I chuckle, my dick throbbing with anticipation. This milf is so damn responsive, and I love every minute of it.

    I move my hips again, my cock sliding deeper between her ass cheeks. Delia''s body shudders, her mouth releasing my finger as she gasps in surprise.

    Our eyes meet, and Delia''s gaze is like a spark of electricity. We lock lips again, our tongues tangling as we kiss. I keep grinding my hips, my cock sliding back and forth between her ass cheeks, the friction driving me wild.

    At the same time, my fingers swirl around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her body tremble. Delia''s muffled moans fill my mouth as we kiss, her sounds of pleasure driving me closer to the edge.

    I deepen the kiss, my tongue probing hers as I finger her clit. Delia''s body begins to shudder, her ass cheeks tightening around my cock as she nears orgasm. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and her desire.

    I break away from the kiss, my chest heaving with excitement. "So, Delia, do you know anal?" I ask, my voice low and husky, my eyes locked on hers.

    Delia''s face contorts in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed. "Anal??"

    Her tone is hesitant, unsure, and I can sense her mind racing. I raise an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across my face. "Yeah, you know, backdoor action?" I rify, my dick still lodged between her ass cheeks.

    Delia''s eyes widen, her face flushing with embarrassment. "I-I don''t think so," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

    Oh boy, this is gonna be one wild ride.

    "Just rx andy down, Delia," I say, my voice smooth and soothing.

    Delia listens,ying t on her stomach like she''s told. Her tits get squished underneath her, the extra mass spilling out to the sides. She wiggles a little, trying to getfortable.

    "Trust me on this Delia, you are going to love it..maybe", thest part came out a bit quite, but that did less to make her hesitant.

    I move closer, spreading Delia''s ass cheeks wide. She tenses up for a moment, but then rxes again at his touch.

    Her anuses into view - it''s a tight little hole nestled between her cheeks. It''s clean and pink, and I can''t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of what''s toe.

    I lean over Delia, my dripping dick pressing gently against her asshole. It secretes lubes from its surface, the viscous, slick fluid making it easier for me to prate her.

    I adjust the girth, thinning it down, making it easier for Delia''s tight hole to amodate me.

    "Rx, Delia," I tell her, my voice barely above a whisper. My cock starts shifting, the surface bing veiny, full of small dotty protrusions, making the sensation for Delia more enjoyable. "Take it easy, and let me in."

    Delia''s body tenses, and I can feel the heat of her body, the muscles clenching. I feel a twinge of resistance, but I continue, easing myself in slowly. As my cock starts entering, Delia''s breathing quickens. Her grunts and moans of pleasure are muffled, but I can sense them echoing under me.

    Inch by inch, I push deeper, my cock stretching her open. Her muscles tighten, and I can feel the resistance, but I persevere, allowing Delia to adjust to the feeling of me inside of her ass.

    "Ahh, Ditto," she moans, her voice strained. "That... hurts, but good."

    I take pleasure in the word ''but.'' She''s saying it hurts, but she''s also confirming, it''s good for her.

    "Just take it slow, Delia," I reassure her, my voice gentle. "Let me know if it''s too much."

    Her damp skin glistens in the dim light. Her moans are more aggressive now, a sound of pure pleasure escaping from deep within her throat. I can''t help but be mesmerized by her breathing and sound. Her body temperature is rising, and her heavy breathing is an indicator that she''s getting pleasured with this new feeling.

    "Okay, Delia?" I ask, my cock throbbing in her tight grip.

    She nods her head eagerly. Her moans do the talking, and her hips are rocking along with mine. I can feel the tension leaving her muscles as she rxes, her body allowing me deeper entry.

    Meanwhile my hands knead her soft ass cheeks as if they were dough.

    "How is this so fucking soft?" I murmur, my voice low and husky as I squeeze them to my desires. Delia mumbles something unintelligible, her body trembling as I thrust deeper.

    The sensations are apparent in Delia''s reaction. Her body spasms, and she starts moaning louder. Her ass is getting stretched wider, and her moans are mixed with a little bit of yelps.

    "God, Ditto, you are so fucking big," she whimpers hoarsely, her voice shaking. "God damn it, that feels good!"

    As I push all the way in, her moans reach yet another level. I pause for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the feeling. I know that she likes it, the feeling of it being too much.

    "Are you ready, Delia?" I ask, my voice low and husky.

    "Yeah, fuck me," she moans, her voice strained.

    My hips start moving, my cock sliding in and out of her ass. The sound of her flesh being stretched fills the air, and it''s the hottest, dirtiest, and wettest sound I have ever heard.

    My dick''s veiny texture and dotty protrusions send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

    "Why does...mhm... it feel so...fucking good?" she moans, her face flushed with pleasure. Her ass clenches around me, her tightness squeezing me in a pulsing rhythm.

    "Oh, it''s one of the advantages of having a shapeshifting hubby," I reply teasingly. "I can make my dick anything you want."

    "Ahhhnn~ I am loving it!"

    Each thrust of my cock sends a wave of pleasure through my body. Delia''s moans get louder, and she starts thrashing around on the bed. I''m thrusting deeper, faster, the feeling of her ass being stretched so fucking wide is too much to bear.

    My fingers find her clit, rubbing it in circles. I can feel her wetness, her heat. I can sense her getting closer to her peak. I can''t hold it in anymore, the feeling of my orgasm approaching.

    Delia''s body shatters, her voice erupting into a scream of pleasure. My cock throbbing, and I exploded deep inside of her ass. The feelings, mixed together, send waves of pleasure racing through my body.

    Delia''s body trembles, and I can feel every muscle clench as my load fills her up. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. Her breath is ragged, and her body is slick with sweat.

    As I pull back, I feel Delia''s muscles rx, her body trembling from the aftermath of her climax.

    "Delia? "

    Oh boy, looked like that was too much for her. She is back to the dreands.

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 Not Jealous

    Not Jealous

    Leaving a light kiss on Delia''s lip, I got out of the bed and stretched my body, feeling the worn-out muscles loosen up after a wild night.

    My naked body''s image was being reflected in the wardrobe mirror, and I couldn''t help but take a moment to appreciate the view. This was the first time I saw my body directly, and God, I gotta say I look damn good.

    I flex a bit of my taut muscles, striking some poses as if there were cameras recording my glorious form. I mean, who wouldn''t want to capture this masterpiece?

    Sharp jawline, a nose that''s neither too big nor small, a pair of red and juicy lips that seem to be always glistening wet... it''s like I just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

    Luscious ck hair... wait, ck? Eh, I don''t know, it''s a bit too clich¨¦.

    Let''s try some other style. How about blonde hair? My hair changed to my thoughts, taking a blonde color in an instant.

    Hmm, something seems missing. It looks so... in. I mean, I don''t want to stick out like a sore thumb, but still, a bit of unique-ness wasn''t bad.

    I twirled my hair around my finger, thinking... thinking... Ah! That''s it! I need some highlights, something to make my hair pop. I focused on the strands, and they began to take on a subtle, shimmering quality.

    Yeah, that''s more like it. Now I''m starting to look like a million bucks.

    Leaving the good-looking factor aside, I didn''t look too old. If I had to guess, it would be mid-twenties maybe, but the face had a look of innocence, like a puppy who''s still wet behind the ears.

    Compared to Misty''s, who I would guess to be like 16-17, it was a bit old... damn it, don''t call the FBI! I mean, I wasn''t nning on getting caught for cradle-robbing or anything.

    I make some modifications, making my body appear younger. I tweak the facial structure, smooth out some wrinkles, and voil¨¤! Instant youthfulness.

    Now it''s good! I could easily pass for an 18-20 guy! The innocence on my face was still there, but it was more... eptable now. I wouldn''t raise any eyebrows walking into a high school prom.

    I grinned at my reflection, feeling like a master of disguise.

    Delia was roused awake from her light sleep, still feeling the aftershock of our early morning... extracurricr activities. She was naked, just like I was, and I could see the remnants ofst night''s passion still etched on her face.

    She got up from bed, groaning in pain, and I could sense her irritation. "Son of a... you didn''t show mercy, did you?" she cursed, her voiceced with a mix of pleasure and difort, as she rubbed her sore backside.

    But her sentence was cut short when her eyesnded on me. She froze, her mouth agape, as she took in the sight of a naked boy with blonde hair standing in front of her.

    Her eyes darted between my face and my body, confusion written all over her features. She scrambled to cover herself under the bedcover, her face flushing with embarrassment.

    "W-who are you?" she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you doing here?"

    I chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. "Hey, don''t you remember me?" I asked.

    I forgot to maintain my younger form, and my body snapped back to its mid-twenties version for a split second before melting back into the blonde-haired boy.

    Delia''s eyes widened in shock, and before I could even react, she threw a pillow at my head, catching me off guard. I ducked just in time, but the pillow still managed to graze my ear.

    "Hey, hey, calm down!" I said, holding up my hands in defense, but Delia was beyond reason.

    She jumped on me, her hands pummeling my chest, her teeth nipping at my ears. "You bastard! You keep doing this!" she yelled, her face red with anger. "Changing forms just to prank me! You think it''s funny, huh?"

    I tried to grab her wrists, but she was too quick, too furious. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, her hot breath on my ear. "Delia, stop! I didn''t mean to-"

    Delia interrupted me, her voice stillced with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "And why are you looking like a young boy now, huh? What''s going on with you?"

    She paused, her chest heaving, as she took a step back, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, stopping at the ever-erect dick of mine.

    Her expression turned from anger to mortification, and I could sense her thoughts racing. If anyone saw us like this, they''d think she''d seduced a boy the age of her son. The very idea seemed to make her skin crawl.

    "Oh God, this is... this is insane," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I''m a cougar, a damn cougar. I''ve lost my mind."

    I couldn''t help but chuckle at her reaction, despite the awkwardness of the situation. "Hey, it''s not like that, Delia," I said, trying to reassure her. "I-"

    But Delia cut me off again, her hands on her hips, a blush still coloring her cheeks. "Shut up. Just... just change back to your normal form or whatever. I need a minute to process this."

    I shrugged, and with a thought, my body shifted back to its original, mid-twenties form. I smiled sheepishly, trying to diffuse the tension. "Better?"

    Delia nodded, still looking away, her hands crossed over her chest. "Yeah, better."

    I chuckled, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. "So, Delia prefers young men rather than boys, huh?" I teased, my voice low and husky.

    Delia''s face reddened, and she snapped, "Shut up!"

    My hand on her waist slid lower, taking a handful of her big ass, making her moan a bit. I couldn''t help but squeeze it gently, feeling the softness of her skin.

    But Delia quickly regained herposure, pushing away from me with a scowl. "Let go, you pervert!" she cursed, her eyes shing with annoyance. "My ass is still in pain due to you, so you better not try anything or else I''ll... I''ll..."

    She trailed off, her voice threatening, but I could sense the underlying desire beneath her words. I grinned, releasing her from my grasp. "Or else you''ll what, Delia?"

    Delia stormed out of the room, fleeing into the bathroom, her whispers echoing back to me. "You''re such a perverted Pok¨¦mon... ugh..."

    I chuckled, shaking my head as I watched her go. Ah, Delia, always so dramatic.

    I turned my attention to the bedside clock, checking the time. Half past 8, huh?

    I should probably get moving. Misty wouldn''t appreciate it if I kept her waiting, and I didn''t want to test her patience.

    "Pewter City, here Ie again," I mumbled.

    I conjured a set of trousers and a T-shirt onto my body, getting dressed in an instant.

    I turned to the bathroom door and called out, "Delia, I''m heading to Pewter City now."

    Delia''s head peeked out from the bathroom door, her hair still mussed from our earlier activities. "Why are you leaving so early? We haven''t even had breakfast yet."

    I shrugged, already knew what I was going to say. "Sorry, love, appointments you know."

    Delia''s expression turned sulky, her eyes narrowing. "You''re rushing away only because you''re going to see a girl," she grumbled.

    I chuckled, opening the door to make my exit. "No girl can ever hope to match up to you, so you don''t need to get jealous."

    Delia''s face flushed, and she quickly looked away, her voice dripping with false nonchnce. "I''m not jealous."

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 A Naughty Spearow

    A Naughty Spearow

    I exited the house, taking in the brisk morning air. It was invigorating, a perfect way to start the day.

    I decided against taking a Pok¨¦mon form directly, opting instead to take my human form on a light exercise on the way. I needed to get the blood pumping, loosen up my muscles afterst night''s... activities.

    I started jogging lightly, my feet pounding the pavement in a steady rhythm. The cool air rushed past me, refreshing my skin as I made my way through the quiet streets of Viridian City.

    I felt alive, my senses heightened as I took in the sights and sounds of the morning. The sun was rising, casting a warm glow over the city, and I couldn''t help but feel a sense of excitement for the day ahead.

    Five minutes into my jog, and I wasn''t feeling even a bit of tiredness. Damn, this body really is something.

    As I ran, I noticed a pair of people in the distance - one big and one small, moving in my direction. I squinted, curiosity getting the better of me.

    Ah, wait a minute... wasn''t that the mother-daughter pair I had met yesterday while I was in Rattata form? The small girl was walking jovially with her left hand grasped by her big booty mom, who had a small smile on her face.

    I jogged closer, intending to greet them.

    But before I could say anything, the small girl''s eyes widened, and she eximed, "Wow, Uncle, you''re so beautiful!"

    I looked up to the mother, expecting her to scold her daughter for being too forward. Instead, I was surprised to see her watching my face with a blush on her own face.

    I raised an eyebrow, feeling a little taken aback.

    Isn''t the effect of my handsomeness too much?

    I chuckled, trying to y it off. "No, no, you''re much cuter than I am handsome."

    But the girl shook her head. "Nope! You must be a movie star or something, right!?"

    "Uh-huh, if you say so."

    She puffed her chest in proudness after knowing she had guessed right.

    I looked toward her mom, expecting her to chide her daughter or something.

    Instead, I saw her watching me with a shy blush on her face, looking away quickly when she caught me staring.

    "I''m sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She says anything thates to mind."

    I smiled, trying to put her at ease. "No worries."

    She cleared her throat, calling out to her daughter. "Let''s go, Daisy, you''ll bete for kindergarten."

    The girl waved at me, her eyes full of admiration. "Bye, Uncle!"

    Her mom smiled sheepishly, quickly walking away. "Bye!"

    I watched them go, a chuckle escaping my lips.

    I couldn''t help but ogle at the olderdy''s behind, admiring the curves of her hips.

    Damn, that mom does have a killer ass, I thought to myself.

    Nope, nope. Bad thoughts, Go away!

    I needed to keep it together, or I''d end up being a pervy-Ditto again.

    Shaking my head to clear off the lecherous thoughts, I went back to my jogging, trying to focus on the road ahead.

    ...

    Viridian City

    Misty sat on the railing of a water fountain, her eyes shining with a gentle smile. In the fountain, a Goldeen peeked its head out, its scales glinting in the morning light. Next to it, a Staryu floated, seemingly asleep.

    Misty''s hand dangled over the water, feeding the Goldeen by hand. "Want more?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

    The Goldeen trilled, its head bobbing up and down. "Gollldeennn..."

    Misty chuckled. "Your appetite has increased, huh?"

    As she continued feeding her Pok¨¦mon, a Spearownded beside her, surprising her a bit. The bird tilted its head sideways, its bright eyes fixed on Misty.

    "Spear Spear?" it chirped, its tiny beak open.

    Misty turned to the Spearow, her hand reaching out to pet it. "Are you also hungry, little guy?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

    The Spearow chirped again, while shaking its head negatively.

    The Spearow jumped into herp, surprising her even more. Misty''s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered,ughing softly as she wrapped her arms around the bird.

    "Oh, you want some attention, huh?" she cooed, stroking the Spearow''s feathers.

    The Spearow nuzzled her chest, its beak pressed against her shirt. Misty''s face lit up with a warm smile, after all who doesn''t love when an unknown Pok¨¦mon rubs itself on your big mommy milkers.

    The Goldeen, still peeking out of the water, trilled softly, as if urging Misty to keep feeding it. Mistyughed, her hands juggling the Spearow in herp while still feeding the Goldeen.

    "It''s okay, guys. I''ve got enough treats to go around," she said, her one hand rubbing the soft feathers on Spearow''s head while the other hand was feeding Goldeen.

    The Staryu, still floating in the water, seemed to be watching the scene with a calm, almost serene expression. It didn''t have a face but if it had, it must be like totally in bliss.

    Misty''s expression turned from relief to confusion as she looked at the Spearow in her hands. "That''s strange," she murmured, her brows furrowing. "Spearow aren''t usually this affectionate. They''re more... angsty, right?"

    She remembered a Pok¨¦mon trainer she had met who had a Spearow that was always ready to pick a fight with anything that came near it.

    As she pondered the unusual behavior, the Spearow in her hands suddenly began to shimmer and melt, its form shifting and changing. Misty''s eyes widened in surprise as the bird transformed into a familiar-looking Ditto,plete with a cheeky grin on its face.

    "Ditto!" it eximed, its voice mimicking the Spearow''s chirp from earlier.

    Misty blinked, her mouth agape. "Ditto? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. "And why were you pretending to be a Spearow?"

    The Ditto chuckled, its body jiggling slightly. "Ditto Ditto," it replied, its grin widening.

    Mistyughed, shaking her head. "You little trickster," she said, gently poking the Ditto''s squishy body, while keeping it pinned down with her other hand.

    I shot upwards, slipping in between the gaps in her fingers, my tongue darting out to lick its lips before ittched onto her chest, squeezing her flesh. Misty gasped, her face heating up as she scanned the area. She knew Ditto, all too well.

    ¡°What are you doing?!¡± she hissed, her voice tight with a mix of shock and embarrassment. She yanked the pink blob off her chest.

    Before she could put the sneaky thing down, the weight in her hands suddenly increased. Misty''s eyes widened as she watched the small pink globe change into her replica, which was now sitting on herp, leaning its head on her shoulder.

    I looked up at Misty, my eyes wide with innocence. "Just checking if your chest has any lumps or injuries," I spoke in a totally innocent tone, trying to keep a straight face.

    Misty''s face turned bright red, her eyes shing with amusement and embarrassment. "You... hentai!" she whispered, trying to push me away, but I held on tight, enjoying the warmth of her skin.

    I tilted my head, my expression genuinely curious. "Perv? What is that? Is it edible?" I asked, my voice full of innocence while hugging her more tightly, burying my face in her nape.

    Misty chuckled, her face flushing with amusement. "Ditto, you''re such a...," she started, but couldn''t finish her sentence, instead shaking her head andughing.

    ¡°Ditto, get your butt off my legs before they snap off!¡± Misty demanded, trying to pry the giggling copy off.

    I grinned mischievously.

    "me yourself for having such a big butt," I teased, wiggling my beautiful girly eyebrows.

    The color drained from Misty''s face, reced with a sh of pure fury. ¡°You little--!¡±

    I scrambled off herp and bolted, Misty hot on my non-existent tail.

    <em>Don¡¯t look back, don¡¯t look back, or my butt will be red before I can even turn back!</em>

    I didn''t dare look back, fearing Misty''s wrath.

    The Goldeen and Staryu watched the drama unfold, the Goldeen looking toward the Staryu, who simply shrugged and went back to floating peacefully in the water fountain.

 Real Battle

    Real Battle

    A young couple sat in the Poke-Park, basking in the warm sunlight filtering through the trees. The boy, no older than 18, had his head resting on the girl''s thighs, his eyes closed in bliss. The girl, a bit younger, gently stroked his hair, her fingers running through his tousled locks. As people strolled by, they couldn''t help but sneak a peek at the boy''s handsome face, his rxed expression a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the park.

    Of course, that boy was me,fortably sprawled across Misty''s soft thighs. I let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of her skin seep into my bones.

    Misty''s voice broke the tranquility, her tone exasperated. "Gosh, how long are you gonnay like that?"

    I opened one eye, peering up at her. "As long as you let me."

    Misty raised an eyebrow. "When you said you wanted to try something out, this wasn''t what I expected."

    I grinnedzily. "I''d seen a lot of human males and femalesying like this, so I was just curious why they do it."

    Misty''s gaze rolled. "So, did you find your answer?"

    I turned my body around, burying my face in her thighs. Misty squirmed, her hands instinctively reaching for my head. "Yeah! This is the best thing I''ve had the pleasure ofying my head on."

    Except Delia''s boobies, I silently added, a mental chuckle escaping me.

    Misty''s face flushed, "You''re enjoying this, aren''t you?"

    I didn''t respond, too busy savoring the warmth andfort of my current position.

    But hell yeah, I am.

    I lifted my head from Misty''s thighs, a thoughtful expression on my face. "So, you were telling me earlier about Ash?"

    Misty''s face lit up, and she nodded. "Ah, yeah! Apparently, Nurse Joy forgot to tell him that he can''t challenge the Viridian Gym Leader until he gets seven badges. He went to Pewter City this morning."

    Her expression suddenly darkened, her voice rising in anger. "And he didn''t even repair my cycle! Just left it like that!"

    I reached out, patting her back in a soothing motion. "It was just a cycle, don''t get angry." I added with a sly grin, "Well, then again, you look cute when angry."

    Misty''s eyes narrowed, and she yfully pped the back of my head. "Keep your flirting to yourself, mister. You''re not getting anything out of me with those."

    I chuckled, unfazed. "I did get ap pillow, so that must count."

    Misty let out a defeated sigh, shaking her head. "So, what do you want to do now?"

    I sat up, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Hmm, first of all, how about you battle me?"

    Misty''s brow furrowed. "Battle? As in Pok¨¦mon battle?"

    I nodded, my grin growing wider. "Correct. Is there any other type of battle also?"

    For a fleeting moment, a stray thought crossed Misty''s mind - a battle of a different kind, one that was fought on a bed, with tangled sheets and heavy breathing. She shook her head, banishing the inappropriate thought from her mind.

    Misty''s face flushed slightly, and she stammered, "N-No."

    I stood up, stretching my arms overhead and arching my back in anguid stretch. "I want to check my skills a bit, so don''t hold back."

    Misty''s eyes narrowed, her hands on her hips. "You sure? Even if I''m not the best trainer, I''ve trained my Pok¨¦mon for quite some time."

    I raised an eyebrow, my expression skeptical. "Oh, really?"

    Misty''s face hardened, her determination evident. "Yes, really. I''ve worked hard with my Pok¨¦mon, and they''re not to be underestimated."

    I chuckled, a mischievous glint in my eye. "So, wanna bet?"

    Misty''s face was still riled up, herpetitive spirit piqued. "Sure!"

    I grinned, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "If you can''t defeat me, you have to do one thing I say."

    Misty''s expression faltered for a moment, hesitation creeping into her eyes. But her determination quickly recovered. "And if I do?"

    I took a step closer to her, my voice taking on a suggestive yet innocent tone. "You can catch me with your Pok¨¦ Ball... I''m yours to do as you please... whatever you want to do."

    Misty''s cheeks flushed, her eyes darting away from mine for a brief moment. But she quickly regained herposure, her voice firm. "A-Alright, let''s do this."

    We walked through the Poke-Park, avoiding the crowds of people and Pok¨¦mon. The sun was still high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Misty led the way, her eyes scanning the area as if searching for the perfect spot.

    After a few minutes of walking, she stopped at a small clearing surrounded by a cluster of trees. The area was peaceful, with only the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze.

    "Here''s good," Misty said, turning to face me. "No one will bother us here."

    I nodded, surveying the area. It was perfect for a battle. I could sense the electricity in the air, the anticipation building up inside me.

    I walked about 10 meters away from Misty, my eyes never leaving hers. Then, I turned back to face her, a grin spreading across my face.

    "Let''s start then!" I eximed; my voice full of excitement.

    Misty''s hand dipped into her pocket, pulling out a small, ping-pong-sized ball that suddenly erged to a normal-sized Pok¨¦ Ball. She threw it onto the ground, the ball bursting open with a bright light.

    "Go, Staryu!" Misty called out, her voice firm andmanding.

    The light coalesced into a shimmering, star-shaped Pok¨¦mon, its body glowing with a soft, blue light. Staryu''s gaze fixed on me, its eyes sparkling with a quiet intensity.

    As soon as Staryu emerged from the Pok¨¦ Ball, the ball suddenly shot back into Misty''s hand, as if pulled by an invisible force. It was a smooth, seamless motion, like a reflex.

    I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this phenomenon. Apparently, Pok¨¦ Balls returned to their owner''s hand after the Pok¨¦mon was released. How quaint.

    It was as if the ball was being pulled back by telekinesis. I couldn''t help but feel a sense of wonder at this peculiar aspect of the Pok¨¦mon world.

    Misty, on the other hand, didn''t show any surprise at all. For her, it was just a normal part of life in the Pok¨¦mon universe. She simply pocketed the ball.

    I watched as Misty pocketed the Pok¨¦ Ball, her eyes fixed on me with bated breath. I raised an eyebrow, confusion etched on my face. "Uh, aren''t you going to start?"

    Misty''s eyebrow shot up, her gaze flicking to my still-human form. "You going to fight like that?"

    I shrugged, nonchnt. "Why not? Let''s try it out."

    Misty''s expression turned skeptical, her voiceced with a hint of amusement - no, wait, excitement. "Alright, Staryu, use Water Gun... and, uh, don''t use full force."

    I waited for the attack, intending to dodge it with ease. But when Staryu released the water flow, I was caught off guard. It was way too fast, and before I could react, I was drenched from head to toe. I stood there, water dripping from my hair, my clothes clinging to my body.

    Misty burst outughing, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

    "Finally got a bath huh?" Misty asked me teasingly.

    I shot her a dry look, but couldn''t help the smirk that crept onto my face.

    I took a deep breath, my muscles tensing as I prepared for my turn. "My turn."

    My legs puffed up, my muscles bulging as I rushed toward Staryu with incredible speed. I bent my body, ready to tackle the star-shaped Pok¨¦mon. But Misty was quick to react, shouting "Dodge!"

    Staryu rolled sideways, its circr body moving with an eerie smoothness. I passed by it, my right leg turning back into its slime form and sticking to the ground.

    The rest of my body rotated on it like a pivot, my left hand shooting forward with a loud whoosh.

    My muscles had puffed up to an unnatural degree, as if someone had injected me with a bucket of steroids. My hand met Staryu''s back with a loud thud, the impact sending it stumbling forward. My hand recoiled a bit, the force of the strike still resonating through my arm.

    Damn it, that hurts. Note to myself, find a way to deactivate the pain nerves in the body during fight or at least tone down the sensitivity.

    I stood up, my chest heaving, my eyes locked on Staryu as it struggled to regain its bnce.

    I grinned, a triumphant smirk still stered on my face as I gazed at Misty''s stunned expression. "What, didn''t expect that?"

    Misty''s eyes were wide, her mouth agape as she stared at me like I''d grown a second head. "What... how did you...?"

    I chuckled, shrugging my shoulders. "Just a little trick I learned."

    But Misty didn''t have time to dwell on it, her training instincts kicking in as she quickly assessed the situation. "Staryu, use Confuse Ray and get some distance!"

    Staryu sprang into action, jumping away from me with an eerie fluidity. As itnded, itsrge crystal core began to glow, and a blue ray shot forward, enveloping me in its warm, fuzzy light.

    I felt my senses start to blur, my thoughts muddling together like a jumbled mess. My vision began to spin, the world around me bing a swirling vortex of colors and shapes.

    I stumbled forward, my legs wobbly as I tried to take a step. But which direction was I going? Everything seemed to be shifting, like the whole world was tilting on its axis.

    I raised my hands, trying to grab onto something, anything, to steady myself. But my fingers closed on empty air, and I stumbled again, my body swaying like a drunkard.

    As the Confuse Ray''s effects continued to wreak havoc on my senses, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to focus on the brown, star-shaped Pok¨¦mon in the distance. My vision was still blurry, but I managed to lock onto Staryu''s image, my mind fixating on its distinctive shape.

    With a surge of determination, I let out a mental shout, my human body melting back down into its pink slime form. The transformation was rapid, the slime swirling and churning as it reshaped itself into... Staryu.

    The unfamiliar body, yet somehow, it felt... right. The born instincts of Staryu took over, making it surprisinglyfortable to use. I marveled at how different the degree of familiarity was in each Pok¨¦mon form I took on. It was as if each one had its own unique personality, waiting to be discovered.

    The good thing was, the Confuse Ray''s effects were gone, and my senses were back to normal. Everything I saw was filtered through the red crystal on the center of my body, giving it a slight red tint. Not too bad, really.

    Staryu, or rather, the original Staryu, seemed to be shocked by my transformation. But then again, it could be just my imagination. There wasn''t much on our bodies that disyed emotion, after all.

    Just as I was gettingfortable, Misty shouted, "Use Water Gun!" As if I would allow that. Sparks started appearing on my body, their intensity rapidly increasing. I recalled that Staryu could learn Thunderbolt, and I tried to replicate the sensation I felt when I used it yesterday in Pikachu''s form.

    My opponent''s Water Gun was just about to be released when the yellow bolt of pure electricity struck it. The impact was massive, raising dust and covering the field. For a moment, I was blinded by the explosion.

    Meanwhile, in a split second, the yellow color was changing to blue, and I had an ominous premonition. I stopped channeling the energy, feeling a shiver run down my... spine? Did Staryu have a spine?

    The rogue bolts of lightning died out rapidly.

    When the dust cleared, and I was left staring at Staryu, which was now lying in a crater, unconscious.

    What. The. Actual. Fuck.

    Is Thunderbolt supposed to be this destructive?!

    It was the same phenomenon that happened yesterday at Pok¨¦mon Center. I had attributed it to the bad weather or whatever eye thingy that was leering at me. Was that wrong?

    I stared at the crater, my mind reeling from the sheer power of Thunderbolt. If this was going to happen every time, I use thunderbolt or maybe even any electric-based attacks, this was something I needed to research about.

    Misty''s eyes were wide with shock as she gazed at the aftermath of the attack.

    "Staryu!" she whispered, rushing towards the crater.

    I felt a pang of guilt. I melted down to Ditto form, before again transforming into Human form and moving toward her.

    ---

    Author''s Note: So I had made a mistake in earlier chapters. The nearest city to Pallet Town was Viridian, not Pewter City. I had honestly forgotten about that as it''s been years since I watched the original series.

    I am correction the mistakes in past chapters, but I hope you won''t mind the stray ones I might miss.

 Getting Caught

    Getting Caught

    Misty rushed towards the crater, her eyes fixed on Staryu''s motionless form.

    I watched anxiously as she carefully lifted the star-shaped Pok¨¦mon out of the hole. To my relief, Staryu was already showing signs of recovery, the bruises and marks on its body healing at an rming rate.

    I recalled the Pok¨¦dex entry about Staryu''s incredible regenerative abilities. Apparently, they could even regrow their arms if needed. No wonder it was recovering so quickly.

    Brother got the discounted wolverine regeneration!

    Misty''s hands moved deftly, recalling Staryu into its Pok¨¦ Ball. A sigh escaped her lips as she admitted, "You win."

    I plopped down beside her on the grass, grinning triumphantly. "And that means?" I teased.

    Misty''s cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes flicking away. "I-I''ll grant you one request," she murmured.

    "What was that?" I asked, feigning deafness.

    "I said, I''ll grant you one request," she repeated, her voice steadier this time.

    "Let''s revisit thatter," I said, grinning. "For now, how about you try to catch me with your Pok¨¦ Ball?"

    Misty raised an eyebrow but retrieved an empty Pok¨¦ Ball nheless. "Are you sure?" she asked, twirling her bangs. "I didn''t win the battle."

    I shrugged. "Win or lose, I''ve made up my mind. Besides, you''re a better trainer than you give yourself credit for."

    Misty''s expression softened, a small smile gracing her lips. "Just don''te crying to me if it doesn''t work out," she warned.

    "Crying isn''t in my vocabry,dy," I replied, tipping an imaginary hat.

    With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the Pok¨¦ Ball at my head. It struck with a hollow thud, and... nothing happened. No strange energy, no sudden suction.

    Misty and I stared at each other, mirroring confusion.

    "Huh?"

    "Huh?"

    I rubbed my head, wincing slightly. "Well, that was... anticlimactic," I joked.

    Misty''s eyes widened, her brow creasing with worry. "I''ve never seen that happen before," she confessed, stepping closer. "Are you alright?"

    I nodded, still chuckling. "Yeah, I''m fine. I guess I am just not made to be caught," putting my hand on head and leaning backward, I spoke in a sorrowful voice, "Ah, woe is me..."

    Ignoring that, Misty''s expression turned thoughtful, her eyes narrowing as she considered the implications. "That''s not possible," she muttered, shaking her head. "Pok¨¦ Balls are designed to capture any Pok¨¦mon..."

    "Any Pok¨¦mon, you say..." I trailed off, a pondering expression on my face. "What about humans?"

    Misty''s eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "Ohhh, maybe that''s why!" she eximed, her voice filled with excitement.

    I nodded thoughtfully. "Could be. Let''s try that again."

    With a swift transformation, I changed back into my default Ditto form. My body shifted and contorted, my limbs shortening and my skin turning a bright pink.

    Misty took a deep breath, her hand roaming over the Pok¨¦ Ball in her hand. "Here goes nothing," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.

    What does the phrase mean by the way? I have heard it so many times but never understood its meaning...

    Misty tossed the Pok¨¦ Ball with a gentle underhand motion, the ball flying towards me in a slow arc. I watched it approach, like it was a naked girl leaping toward me

    <em>dub</em>.

    The ball hit me and bounced up, opening by itself. A beam of light came from its inside and enveloped my body in a second.

    I felt a strange sensation, like my molecules were being rearranged, but it was a fleeting feeling.

    The ball dropped to the ground, shaking back and forth several times before finallying to a stop. The light faded, and Misty approached the ball cautiously.

    She picked it up, her eyes fixed on the ball as she waited for the result. After a few tense moments, the ball clicked, and a bright light shed once more.

    "Lets just hope I don''t regret this" she mutters with a resigned expression

    Meanwhile, for me, I felt a brief moment of my consciousness blurring around the edges. Before my senses came back to normal.

    I found myself in a small, spherical chamber. The walls were a soft, white material that seemed to absorb any sound or sensation.

    The air was stale, but not unpleasantly so. It was as if the ball had been designed to be afortable, if not luxurious, prison.

    The chamber was dimly lit, with a faint, blue-green glow emanating from the walls. It was enough to see by, but not so bright as to be overwhelming.

    The space was small, but not cramped. I could stretch out my arms and legs without touching the walls or ceiling.

    As I looked around, I realized that the chamber was pretty much empty. There were no benches, no beds, not even any bathrooms.

    That reminds me, I haven''t shat even once sinceing here. How much has it been?

    If counting the day I woke up in the forest, it''s been just 4 fucking days... damn, fucking unbelievable.

    Just in 4 days, I fucked a milf and got a BJ from another youngdy.

    Coming back to the Pok¨¦ Ball, there was just nothing of interest inside of this thing, maybe that''s why some Pok¨¦mon don''t like being inside of them.

    It was just a small, featureless space designed to hold a Pok¨¦mon.

    Good thing I wasn''t intending to remain inside anyway.

    Wait... how do I get out of this thing?

    There was no door, so to say, but I could see that one red spot at the equator of the spherical room.

    Let''s try pressing that, and if that doesn''t work, the only option would be to thrash around.

    One fun thing was that the ce was big enough for my Ditto form, but when I turned into human form...

    I was getting squashed in the small thing. But still, my legs found the red button and pushed them. I again felt the brief moment of darkness before everything came back to normal.

    ---

    For Misty, she was looking at the Pok¨¦ Ball containing the strange Ditto in her hand when the ball suddenly opened by itself and a white beam of light came out and coalesced on the ground in a humanoid shape.

    I stood up, stretching my human form and giving Misty a sheepish grin. "Well, that was fun," I said, brushing off my clothes.

    Misty''s eyes were wide with surprise as she stared at me. "W-what? How did you jump out?" she stuttered.

    I shed Misty a confident grin, puffing out my chest like a goddamn Pok¨¦mon champion. "My rizz was too much to be contained in a Pok¨¦ Ball."

    Misty''s face scrunched up in confusion, her brow furrowed like she was trying to solve a math problem. "Rizz? The fuck is that?"

    I chuckled to myself, shaking my head at exining such a profound topic. Misty just clicked her tongue at my antics.

    I started walking away, calling out to Misty over my shoulder. "My stomach is growling, let''s go eat something."

    Misty followed behind me, her voice hesitant. "Okay, but I won''t eat much."

    I turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "What''s up, you had breakfast already?"

    Misty shook her head. "No, I didn''t. But I''m on a diet, so..."

    I cut her off with augh. "A diet? What the hell for? You''re perfect just the way you are, especially that fat ass of yours. Don''t go losing all that good stuff."

    Misty''s face flushed with annoyance, and she punched my shoulder with a yful re. "Shut up, asshole. I''m just trying to be healthy."

    I grinned, holding up my hands in mock defense. "Hey, I''m just looking out for your ass...literally. Don''t make me have to start calling you ''Skinny Misty''."

    Misty let out augh, then quickly covered her mouth. "Haha, not funny."

    I chuckled, pping her on the back. "Come on, it''s a little funny. ''Skinny Misty'' has a nice ring to it."

    Misty rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "No, it doesn''t and you''re such a jerk."

    I chuckled, leading her to the nearest food joint. "That''s why you love me. Nowe on, let''s go eat something. I''m starving."

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