“I wanna do it again …” Duplica said weakly with a smile to match.
 
“Yeah, that’s nice and all, but we don’t have time for that.”
 
At Steven’s denial of her actually having more sex with Ditto, Duplica looked very confused.
 
“Uh, okay, I guess.” Duplica replied. “What’s next, then?”
 
“Oh, you’re done.” Steven said, turning to walk away from the cum-covered girl. “Someone bring in the girl for the next scene!”
 
At Steven’s command, a very busty brunette woman in a skin-hugging two-piece blue swimsuit walked on set with a Squirtle at her heels. The backdrop of the road Ashley had run on, as well as the inside of Oak’s lab, was being pushed out of the view. The cardboard background of Ashley’s bedroom and the road she had sex with Pikachu on were folded and shoved into boxes.
 
To Duplica, it looked incredibly cheap. She wondered what it would look like during the final product.
 
It was during this mind-wandering moment that Steven’s words registered in Duplica’s mind: “Other girl.”
 
“What do you mean, ‘girl for the next scene’?” Duplica stood, adjusting her clothes to cover herself. Cum still ran down her face. “I thought I was the girl for every scene!”
 
“It’s PokeSluts, honey, not PokeSlut.” Steven corrected. “If you want to keep banging Ditto, awesome, go for it. We just don’t need you anymore.”
 
“You mean I’m done? My porn career’s over, just like that?” Duplica asked. She didn’t realize how disappointed she sounded.
 
“Don’t worry about that at all.” Steven assured her. “We’re just done with you for this one. After that performance, we’ll definitely call you. Keep up the good work.”
 
Duplica sulked, watching the new girl strip off her bikini top and get her breasts fondled by the Squirtle. Ditto moved towards his trainer, nuzzling against her leg.
 
“Ditto!” Ditto exclaimed. Duplica gave the Pokemon a pat.
 
“You did great, Ditto. I had fun too.” Duplica praised him. “Let’s just go home, okay? I don’t think I can watch this.”
 
Sliding up her body onto her shoulder, Ditto gave Duplica another smile when the two started for the door. If there was one thing Duplica was grateful for during this experience, it was that Ditto always wore a smile. Ditto’s happiness was enough to make her ignore the moans of “Squirtle! Faster!” as she left the room.
 
Back at the Imite House, Duplica and Ditto did their usual check to see if any guests had arrived and were waiting—not a one, as per usual. For some reason, not even this affected Ditto’s smile.
 
“Did getting laid make you this happy?” Duplica teased as the two entered the living part of the house. Duplica slowly sank onto the couch while Ditto slithered down her body and next to her. “Maybe I’ll have to find you a little playmate.” She chuckled.
 
“Ditto!” Ditto exclaimed. Duplica looked surprised.
 
“What do you mean, ‘only me?’” Duplica asked. “We’re doing this to support ourselves, Ditto. We’re not perverts.”
 
“Ditto …” Ditto looked at the stack of Pokephilia DVDs, then back at Duplica. Duplica scoffed and waved him in the other direction.
 
“Yeah, pot-meet-kettle, I got it.” Duplica said with a sigh. “You can go watch one while I check my e-mail, okay?” Ditto must’ve been satisfied with this answer as he crawled away towards the TV. Duplica opened her laptop and relaxed on the couch. “Hey, what’s this?”
 
‘Your Meowth’s Pay Day Bank Statement enclosed!’
 
Duplica hadn’t remembered signing up for online banking, but since the e-mail wasn’t filtered as spam, she did what any smart person would do when approached with a strange, unfamiliar e-mail: open it.
 
“Your credit statement is … what the hell …” Duplica rarely swore (now outside of porn, apparently,) but this was something that called for it:
 
Her credit bill was paid in full.
 
She didn’t remember paying on anything, or even receiving money to do so. What in the world happened? Was it an error in the system? Should she ask about it?
 
Before she could stop and think, an alert for a new e-mail popped up in her browser. Duplica clicked, seeing a message from ‘legitdirector@moviestudio.pkmn’ had appeared. Duplica’s eyes widened as she read:
 
“Hello, Miss Imite. As I’m sure you’ve seen, we’ve prepared a little gift for your cooperation. We hope this will help out you and Ditto until things become stable. In the meantime, we ask that you keep an open mind. You’ll be hearing from us soon.”
 
Duplica tabbed from this message to her bank statement and back again. The bank’s e-mail looked legit. After doing a quick login with information she had just learned she had, Duplica saw on the bank’s website that she was indeed debt-free.
 
“Ditto. Hey, Ditto.” Duplica called for her Pokemon. She looked up at the TV, seeing that Ditto had somehow worked the DVD player enough to get a new disc in. The image of a woman that looked too-similar to Elesa was sucking off a Zebstrika while a woman in the background watched and masturbated to them. Ditto seemed bored. “Ditto, this is important.”
 
“Ditto?” Ditto turned around, obviously pleased to be pulled away from this generic pornography.
 
“We don’t have to worry about money now, Ditto! Our fees are all paid up!” Duplica gave him a smile. “Everything’s fine now!”
 
“Ditto?” Ditto motioned towards the stack of bills that hadn’t moved from the nightstand.
 
“Oh, that’s okay. Now that my credit card’s paid off, I can use it and … we’ll be right back in the same position we were. This won’t help.” Duplica sulked. “I suppose we’ll have to find a new job.”
 
“Ditto? Dit, Ditto? Ditto?” Ditto asked.
 
“I don’t know if Steven’s going to even want us back after I kept hesitating.” Duplica answered. “It depends on if people like the movie, I guess. We won’t know for a while.”
 
Beep! New mail alert!
 
Duplica (with Ditto now on her lap) stared at the screen as Duplica opened this new e-mail from the same ‘generic’ address.
 
“Hello again, Miss Imite; I thought you would be interested in knowing that your scene has been placed online as a preview clip to help entice possible consumers.”
 
“’Consumer’ is a strange word for pervert …” Duplica muttered.
 
“If you would be interested in seeing response to your scene, please visit the following website. Be warned that this website isn’t dedicated to this material, so don’t blame me for what you might come across.”
 
The message ended with a website link: 4Chandelure.pkmn.
 
“What do you think, Ditto? Should we give it a go?” Duplica looked down at Ditto.
 
“Ditto!” Ditto nodded. Duplica clicked the link and the two watched in anticipation as the website loaded.
 
4Chandelure.pkmn. The website’s home page had a list of image boards, something Duplica rarely explored.
 
/cb/ - Competitive Battling. A few threads were from Ace Trainers discussing how much better they were than everyone else.
/brd/ - Breeding. Duplica decided to put this one on pause for now from fear of what she might see.
/ev/ - Eeveelutions. A board dedicated to discussing the Eevee line. The first thread was something about “Would you a Leafeon.” Duplica wasn’t sure what that meant.
/gym/ - Gym Leaders. This seemed to be mostly candid pictures of female Gym Leaders and Cynthia.
/pss/ - PokeStar Studios. Duplica presumed it was a board about movies. This sounded like her best bet, so it was the board she ventured to.
 
/pss/ - PokeStar Studios. Duplica skimmed the page: something about Sabrina’s upcoming movie, a teaser photo for the new ‘Grumpig in Space’ film, nothing special. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of the page that Duplica found a thread that caught her attention: Pokephilia Porn General. Without hesitation, she clicked it.
 
>ITT: Pokephilia Porn General
Fuck you, Officer Jenny. I know you're in here.
>Go searching for porn
>Look around the Interwebs
>New Cosplay PokeSluts
>One teaser clip with a blue-haired girl as the thumbnail
>See new girl with a Ditto
We must find out who this girl is, ASAP.
 
“We must find out who this girl is, ASAP.” Duplica read aloud. She and Ditto exchanged nervous looks. “Should we worry, Ditto? What if these perverts find us?”
 
“Ditto!” Ditto transformed one of his blob hands into a thick, hairy man’s fist.
 
“Uh, okay, that’s new.” Duplica raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as ‘you’ll protect me.’”
 
Duplica continued to skim the thread. It took her a moment to realize that the first post was accompanied by a picture of her masturbating in her Ashley costume and people were praising it.
 
“Holy fuck that’s hot.”
 
“I’d fuck her raw.”
 
“That is one sexy hat.”
 
“Ditto, I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared.” Duplica said. “I mean, look at this … ‘I know who this is, she works at …’ Oh no.” Duplica continued reading, her body trembling. “She runs that costume house place down by Cycling Road. I’m positive.” The replies weren’t as welcoming:
 
“That’s not her, you fucking retard. That’s the Ditto chick.” One reply read.
 
“You’re fucking stupid, that’s the Imite House.” This person at least knew the name of the place.
 
Duplica sighed in relief--so people recognized her, yet didn’t; it was kind of what she was going for. She was sort of safe.
 
“I’ll prove it.” The original poster continued. “I swear on my Rattata I’ll prove it.”
 
“Yeah, sure you will. I bet it’s in the top percentage too, huh faggot?” A reply was posted soon after.
 
The remainder of the thread was people tossing obscenities at each other with a few more pictures of Duplica masturbating accompanied by “brb gonna fap.”
 
Ring!
 
Duplica jumped in her seat at the sound of her cell phone’s ringing; she fumbled with it in her hands before finally opening it.
 
“Hello? What? Who is this?” Duplica stammered.
 
“Whoa, Miss Imite! Calm down, it’s Steven!”
 
“Oh, good.” Duplica sighed in relief. “What’s up?”
 
“You free tomorrow?”
 
“TOMORROW!?” Duplica asked, shocked at already being called. “You told me I wasn’t needed! That I’m done!”
 
“Yeah, scratch that. Can you meet me at the studio in like an hour?” Steven asked. “I’ve been doing some online research and I have an idea.”
 
“Just tell me here, I’m kind of busy being traumatized at the moment.” Duplica replied.
 
“Yeah, s’great what porn can do to ya.” Steven chuckled, speaking as if this was completely normal. “Anyhow, I’m sure you’ve seen the fan reactions to your scene online.”
 
“So you’re the one who sent me that e-mail and paid off my debt?” Duplica asked.
 
“Duh.” Steven replied. “How else was I gonna convince you to come back? Beg?”
 
“Might’ve worked.” Duplica pouted. “Thank you all the same, though.”
 
“Yeah, sure. Well, as you probably don’t know, some of the girls here have public appearances and do autograph signings.” Steven said. “I thought that as the new kid, you being in an open setting with the girls’ fans might get you a few looks yourself and people would be interested in seeing more of you.”
 
“They’ve seen plenty of me.” Duplica replied matter-of-factly. “I don’t think revealing myself to the public eye is a good idea.”
 
“You can play dress-up, if it helps.” Steven said. “Just nothing ridiculous, we’ve gotta get you out in the open.”
 
“Steven, just yesterday you said you wanted to fire me, and today you wanna parade me around like a Growlithe. What’s changed so soon?” Duplica asked.
 
“Hey, business works in strange ways, babe.” Steven replied. “See you tomorrow in Celadon Mall.”
 
“Celadon?! How am I supposed to get there—”
 
Click.
 
Duplica closed her phone with a deep sigh. She looked at Ditto, who had transformed his hand into a hairy fist and was punching at the couch. She stood, stretching out her arms.
 
“Ditto, don’t do that. Whatever that is.” Duplica groaned. “Come on, we need to find a way to Celadon.”
 
“Ditto!” Ditto’s body began to glow, and the Pokemon changed shape—the form of a bicycle. On the seat was Ditto’s smiling face. Duplica placed her hands on her hips.
 
“Nice try.” She said with a smirk.
 
“Ditto …” Ditto replied sadly. He turned to his normal form.
 
“A bike would be a good idea though, but we don’t have one.” Duplica thought out loud. “Let’s see … walking would take way too long. If we had a car, we could probably make it there tonight.”
 
“Ditto!”
 
“No, don’t even think about it.”
 
“Ditto …”
 
BEEP!
 
Duplica and Ditto jumped at the sudden sound of a car horn.
 
“You’ve got to be kidding me; this is TOO convenient.” Duplica muttered. She picked up Ditto and ran for the door, pushing it open. A long, black limo sat in front of the Imite House. The driver’s window slowly rolled down, and as if on cue, George’s head poked out.
 
“Hey, Imite! Porno has its perks, eh?” George laughed.
 
“Shut up! Someone could hear you!” Duplica yelled. She gasped, blushing when she caught her own loud voice. George laughed even harder at this. “Hold on, I have to go pack some stuff!”
 
“Yeah, you’d better; Steven has a top-notch hotel for ya!” George replied. “Go get somethin’ pretty. Maybe somethin’ see-through?”
 
“Shut up, pervert!” Duplica yelled as she ran back inside.
 
Duplica returned moments later, a large pack on her back and Ditto resting on her head. After locking up the Imite House, she ran for the limo and got inside, slamming the door behind her.
 
“Off to Celadon and the night clubs!” George said as he revved the engine. “Gonna be a fun night for you, Imite!”
 
“N-Night clubs?” Duplica asked with a nervous stutter. “I’m not going to any night clubs! I’m not one of your sluts!”
 
“I’m kiddin’! We got a good back-and-forth, you and me.” George replied while driving. “Plan is to get ya to the hotel before nightfall, get ya settled in, then you got a big day tomorrow with the girls. Steven’ll even buy ya dinner. Sound good?”
 
“Well, free food is the best food.” Duplica replied. “Sure, we’ll give it a shot!” She looked down at Ditto who was now on her lap. She wrapped her arms around the blob. “Whatta ya say, Ditto? Wanna have some fun in Celadon City?”
 
“Ditto!”