Duplica would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous--especially at the sight of the large Celadon mall in front of her. Once known as the Celadon Department Store, the place had seen incredible business over time and expanded into a vast shopping center.
 
“Wow, Ditto. When’s the last time we’ve been here?” Duplica asked her Pokemon that she held in her arms.
 
“Ditto …” Ditto looked just as amazed; even though it was something as simple as a mall, the two didn’t get out much from watching their performance theater and home. “Ditto!” the Pokemon happily exclaimed.
 
“Yes, yes, we’ll buy you a new toy.” Duplica assured him.
 
The night sky above her was one of the most beautiful sights Duplica had laid eyes on in a very long time. Although it was interrupted by the mall’s outdoor lightning, just looking up at the stars was something the imitation artist enjoyed. Taking a deep breath, Duplica walked into the mall, the door closing hard behind her.
 
“Well, since we’re here, might as well do some shopping before we hit the hotel.” Duplica said as she and Ditto walked.
 
“Welcome to Celadon Mall!” A very cheerful woman standing behind a counter greeted Duplica when she walked further in. “Are you the ‘Miss Imite’ we’re expecting?” Duplica was a bit unnerved at the very blunt question. The woman noticed this and put on an apologetic smile. “I apologize, miss, but you match the photograph we were given earlier today.”
 
“Uh … yes, I am. I’m Miss Imite.” Duplica admitted. “Is there something I can help you with, ma’am?”
 
“Oh no, quite the contrary!” The receptionist replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “As I said, we have been expecting you! We’ve changed the fourth floor into a special area for you and your party! Please head up whenever you’ve finished shopping.”
 
“For my … party?” Duplica raised an eyebrow. “I … uh, okay. Sure, I’ll go, thank you.” Duplica and the woman exchanged an agreeing nod before Duplica walked away. Ditto looked up at her.
 
“Ditto?” Ditto asked, confused. Duplica looked back down at him, her expression speaking for her—she had no idea, either. “Ditto!”
 
By now, the two had reached the elevator and the directory. Duplica read the list while Ditto’s small blob hands frantically attempted to point at a floor.
 
“Ditto! Ditto!” Ditto strained himself, reaching out and trying his best to point. Duplica chuckled at the sight of her Pokemon being so eager.
 
“The TV and game floor, huh? Wanna play some video games?” Duplica asked. “Okay then, sounds fun!”
 
“Ditto!” Ditto happily agreed.
 
The elevator music was reminiscent of a Pokemon Center’s as the two rode up, heading for Ditto’s eagerly-awaited floor. As the doors opened with a ‘ding!’ Duplica and Ditto became wide-eyed at everything in front of them: game consoles, huge TVs, and even arcade cabinets: way more than what the place had years ago.
 
“Wow, so cool!” Duplica exclaimed. Ditto clapped his blobby hands in anticipation and leapt from Duplica’s hold, quickly crawling towards one of the larger televisions with a game on display: New Super Machop Brothers. Ditto jumped up onto the table and tried his hardest to grab the controller in front of him.
 
“Dit-to!” Ditto grunted in frustration, trying his hardest to keep hold on the chunk of plastic. A brilliant idea formed in Ditto’s mind: he started to glow, changing into the form of the Machop on screen, complete with black suspenders and matching trucker hat. Sunglasses fell from the hat over Ditto’s eyes--the little purple Pokemon felt like a complete badass. He started to play the game, although with no experience he failed miserably—being a Pokemon, he had no idea. He just assumed he was winning.
 
Duplica watched behind him with a mix of amusement and awe.
 
“Jeez, whenever you want something, you don’t let anything stop you, huh?” Duplica commented. Ditto placed up a hand, something Duplica took as ‘I’m concentrating.’ “Fine, Mr. Video Master. I’ll come back for you.”
 
Knowing Ditto could easily take care of himself, Duplica started to explore on her own, quite impressed with the floor’s selection; retro games from years gone by, demos of games not yet released, and some recent titles that were available to buy if you wanted.
 
“I always wondered why I never became a gamer.” Duplica pondered. She looked back at Ditto with an amused smirk. “I guess he’s proof as to why.” Duplica sat down in front of a Game Boy attached to a table and looked down at the game in front of her; her eyes lit up at the sight. “Hey! That old battle simulator from the nineties! I hope it’s the Red version!”
 
When Duplica ended the game and looked up at the clock on the wall, she saw that two hours had already gone by. When was she being expected, again? She knew it was likely before now. She stood and ran for Ditto, who was pressing buttons and apparently winning at the ‘Game Over’ screen. She scooped up the imitation Machop in her arms, dashing towards the elevator. The fighter Pokemon quickly turned back into Ditto, whose blobby body was stretching from Duplica’s speed.
 
“Come on, come on!” Duplica frantically pressed the elevator button, practically leaping inside when the doors opened. She pressed just as hard on the ‘4’ button, hoping she hadn’t missed anything. She sighed in relief when the doors finally opened, wondering if everyone had left by now.
 
They hadn’t. In fact, it looked like the festivities were just beginning.
 
Many girls, none of which Duplica knew, were all on the floor or bent over the counters or tables—men, also none of which Duplica knew, were behind them, vigorously thrusting inside of them. The groups were all completely nude, save for the few who were snorting some kind of purple powder chopped up on a glass table.
 
“Oh no.” Duplica muttered. “No way. Uh-uh.”
 
“Miss Imite, there you are!”
 
Duplica watched in horror as Steven stood from the glass table and approached her with a wide smile on his face. His head had fits of spasms as he walked closer.
 
“We were waiting, and—what’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?” Steven wiped purple residue from his upper lip, his smile not leaving. “Sorry, this stuff sticks to ya, I swear.”
 
“What … what is this?” Duplica asked. “Why is everyone naked? What are you all doing?” Steven laughed at her question, patting her on the back.
 
“Miss Imite, this is something everyone in the porn business does: they call it a ‘drug party.’ Quite the blast, actually—have you ever heard of something called ‘Quick Powder?’ it’s when you take this sack of powder and—”
 
“Nope, don’t care!” Duplica cut him off, stepping back into the elevator she had opened while he spoke. “Not interested!”
 
“Hey, WAIT.” Steven’s cheerful voiced turned deep and rather angry, with an expression to match. He reached into the elevator and held a finger on the ‘hold door’ button. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to stay, Imite. You have very important people to impress.”
 
Duplica pondered her situation; on one hand, meeting these supposed “important” people might help her career, one of which she was seriously questioning. On the other hand, she wasn’t trying any form of drug, no matter what the circumstances were, which could get her fired.
 
“I’ll talk to these people, but I’m not doing anything and my clothes stay on.” Duplica said with a stern glare. Steven eased up, nodding as she stepped from the elevator. “If anyone lays a hand on me, I’m gone.”
 
“Sure, whatever.” Steven replied nonchalantly. “Look, the drug store’s on the next floor, so someone’s gonna need to make a run. If you don’t wanna talk, you can be our waitress. Just figure something out before you make a fool of yourself.”
 
“Uh, okay, I’ll do that.” Duplica agreed, stepping back into the elevator; anything to get away from this room was good enough for her. Steven reached in and pressed the ‘5’ button, standing back as the doors closed. Duplica took a deep breath as the elevator moved. She looked down at Ditto, expecting a smile—she was greeted by a dazed-looking blob instead. “You got a contact high from powder? How?”
 
“Ditto …” Ditto replied groggily, with a glazed look in his eyes.
 
“We’ll get you some medicine for that when we get up there.” Duplica assured her Pokemon. “No Pokemon of mine is becoming a druggie. You’re not gonna be a Carbos abuser like those Primeape on TV.”
 
“Ditto …” Ditto replied. In his eyes, Duplica was a large piece of talking pizza with blue hair, and quite frankly, it was pretty awesome.
 
Duplica looked around as she stepped into the drug store—it looked relatively normal, complete with a cashier behind the counter.
 
“Hello, may I help you?” The cashier asked. Her wavy black hair and cheerful blue eyes somehow put Duplica at ease.
 
“Yes. My Ditto, well …” Duplica looked humiliated. “He’s kind of …”
 
“You were downstairs, huh? Those dreadful people, I swear.” The woman scoffed. She reached under the counter and pulled out a spray bottle. “Here. Paralyze Heal seems to do the trick on this stuff. No charge.”
 
“Oh, thank you very much!” Duplica placed Ditto on the counter, watching as the woman lightly sprayed him with the liquid. In a matter of seconds, Ditto was back to his cheerful self, looking at Duplica with a smile as he hopped into her arms. “Ditto, you’re okay! That’s great!”
 
“There’s nothing I love more than seeing a healthy Pokemon.” The cashier smiled. “Besides this little mishap, I can tell your Ditto is well-trained, ma’am. You’re a good person, I can tell.”
 
If she only knew, Duplica thought.
 
“Yeah, thank you.” Duplica gave a nervous smile. “I’m actually supposed to pick up something, but I don’t know what-”
 
“Everyone get down, now! This is a bust!”
 
Duplica and the cashier both jumped at the sound of a large crash, followed the somehow-louder unintelligable yell of what sounded like Officer Jenny.
 
“How can we hear that from a lower floor?” Duplica asked.
 
“Please, these floors could collapse from a Machop stomp.” The woman replied. “We’re just lucky no one’s been hurt yet.” The woman moved from behind the counter and onto the floor, placing her ear to it.
 
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Duplica asked.
 
“Yeah, it’s safe, I swear. C’mon, you too.” The woman encouraged. “We need to hear this.” Duplica shrugged, placing Ditto on the floor and following the cashier’s example.
 
“Everyone down!” Jenny yelled. “There is no place for you people in Celadon! You’re all going to prison tonight and I’ll make sure you don’t see the light of day for a long, long time!”
 
“Well, there goes my career.” Duplica muttered.
 
“Your what?” The cashier asked.
 
“Nothing.” Duplica replied. “It sounds like things are winding down.”
 
“Okay, everyone move to the elevator! I don’t care if it’s broken; I had to get my bike up here somehow!” Jenny argued with someone, but the girls couldn’t hear who. “You wanna risk killing yourselves with this garbage, you can risk an elevator!”
 
“I’m just glad we were up here; I wouldn’t wanna be mistaken for a druggie.” The cashier whispered. Duplica nodded in agreement. After a few more minutes and the bark of a Growlithe, the sound finally came to an end.
 
“So how do I get out of here?” Duplica asked. The woman stood up, walking towards the wall and opening a window. Duplica looked puzzled.
 
“You have a Ditto—change it into a Pidgeot or something and just fly out!” The woman explained with a sigh. “Jeez, ma’am, that’s like step one of owning a Ditto!”
 
“You’re right, heh-heh! Why didn’t I ever think of that?” Duplica blushed, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. “Silly me! Let’s go, Ditto!”
 
“Pidg-oooo!” Ditto had already transformed into a Pidgeot, flapping his large wings. Duplica climbed onto his back and Ditto headed for the window, crashing into the wall once before lazily making his way outside. It was a shaky landing, but the two reached the ground unharmed.
 
“Thanks, Ditto.” Duplica said as Ditto returned to his normal appearance. “I think we should get to the hotel before anything else happens.” With that, the two began to walk; they weren’t sure where they were going, but anything was better than this. Behind them, the sirens of a police cruiser flashed and beeped as many nude women were being stuffed in, looking similar to a law-abiding clown car.
 
After a brisk walk to the Pokemon Center to ask for directions, Duplica and Ditto found Celadon Hotel and quickly headed inside. The man behind the desk looked bored, flipping through what looked to Duplica like a porn magazine.
 
“Hello, welcome to Celadon Hotel, I’m sorry miss but Pokemon aren’t allowed in the rooms.” The man said without taking a single breath. After a moment of silence, he looked at Duplica out of the corner of his eye—after seeing her, his expression changed completely. “Except for your Ditto! I’ve been told it’s totally cool with Ditto being here.”
 
The man handed Duplica a room key. She thanked him as she and Ditto left the reception area, heading down a long hallway. The sounds and smells of the hall weren’t something Duplica would call professional; sounds of couples having sex and the aroma of such actions were very strong. Duplica practically ran to her room, slamming and locking the door behind her.
 
“Okay Ditto, I think we’re safe!” Duplica sighed in relief, stuffing the room key into her jean pocket. She looked around the room, seeing her backpack was leaned against the wall. “Hey, I don’t remember taking that off! How did it get here?!” Duplica grabbed the pack and dug through it while Ditto explored the mini-fridge. Her costumes were still inside, accompanied by her normal clothing and ‘lady-needs’ as George called them on the drive. “Nothing stolen …” Duplica sighed yet again; she noticed she’d been doing a lot of that lately.
 
“Ditto!” Ditto said happily. Duplica looked over, seeing that Ditto had opened and was chugging a can of Soda Pop. Duplica snatched the can away from him, pointing a finger.
 
“Ditto, no! I can’t afford this stuff!” Duplica said. Ditto looked disappointed and pointed to a note on the bedside table. Duplica walked over, picking up the paper:
 
“Miss Imite, please enjoy anything you’d like in the room, on me. I’m likely to be in prison before midnight, but if that’s the case then I’ll just see you in the morning. Order whatever room service you’d like for dinner and get plenty of rest, we expect you at eight A.M. sharp.” Steven’s signature ended the message.
 
“He knew he’d be busted.” Duplica was amused at this. “Wow. I wonder how many girls this has happened to.” She looked over at Ditto, who had cracked open another three cans of Soda Pop, creating a pile. “Hey, leave me one!” Duplica argued, reaching past Ditto and grabbing a can of her own. “Goodness knows I need some kind of drink after tonight!”
 
Duplica sat on the edge of the large bed, looking around; for what sounded like a sleazy hotel on the walk to, her room was actually very nice, surprising for just accommodating a porn actress. She pulled open her soda can and took a sip, kicking her legs against the bed.
 
“Ditto, are you happy?” Duplica asked. Ditto looked at her, letting out a large belch before he replied. “I’ll take that as a yes, but I mean with our life right now, this movie thing. Are you having fun?”
 
“Ditto.” Ditto replied with a nod. “Dit, Ditto?”
 
“Oh, I don’t know.” Duplica replied, looking at the ceiling. “I’m starting to get used to it, honestly. Sure, it’s just been the one scene, but these guys don’t treat me like I’m just a showgirl or a piece of meat. They talk to me like an actual person … besides wanting me to be their drug maid.” Duplica looked annoyed as she said that last part. “I think this is something we could get behind, maybe.”
 
“Ditto.”
 
“Yeah, I know it’s a bit late for second thoughts again.” Duplica nodded. “I dunno, Ditto. Things just feel weird, ya know? It’s like, I’m okay with doing this, but … it just seems weird. Kind of icky.”
 
“Ditto. Ditto.”
 
“… I’m pouring my heart out to you and you want to get laid?” Duplica raised an eyebrow, frowning at her Pokemon. “I told you, movies only.”
 
“Ditto! Ditto!”
 
“No, Ditto! Movies only or not at all!” Duplica argued. “I don’t care if … well, okay … even if I think about it sometimes.”
 
“Ditto …” Ditto smirked at her, crawling towards the bed. He hopped up next to Duplica. “Ditto.”
 
“Lay off, Casanova.” Duplica gently pushed her Pokemon away from her. “Here I am, having an identity crisis, and all you’re thinking about is getting your dick wet.”
 
Ditto seemed displeased, but ignored her all the same as he crawled towards the TV remote laying at the top of the bed. He moved back to Duplica, turning the television on and relaxing into a flatter blob.
 
“Okay, TV sounds good.” Duplica agreed. “Pick whatever, just not KBS. I’m tired of being guilted into donating.”
 
As if on cue, Ditto’s channel flipping came to a stop when a logo appeared on screen.
 
“Thank you for watching your local KBS, Kanto Broadcasting Station. Please stay tuned for a five-hour marathon about how children in Orre are starving and YOU’RE not doing anything about it.” A woman’s voice spoke. “Now, for more reasons as to why you’re a horrible person by not giving us your money is the Kanto region’s top authority on the subject, Giovanni.”
 
“Hello, thank you.” Giovanni, the ex-leader of the criminal organization known as Team Rocket, appeared on screen. “I’m Giovanni. When I’m not trying to rule the world through brute force and violence, I donate my time to the people of Orre.” The screen changed to an image of very sad, starving children, with a smiling Giovanni crudely photoshopped next to them. The background of a different room could be seen surrounding his form.
 
“Ditto, gimme the remote!” Duplica reached for Ditto, who pulled away and jumped further back on the bed. Duplica dived at him, the two frantically fighting over the piece of plastic. “Come on Ditto, knock it off! I said give me the—”
 
“Thank you. You have ordered ‘Women are from mars, my Raichu has a penis.’”
 
A robotic-sounding voice coming from the television caused both Duplica and Ditto to pause. Duplica quickly sat up, staring at the screen. She felt something under her rear, reaching down and pulling out the TV remote. Another click came from the TV.
 
“Thank you, you have ordered—”
 
“No, no! I didn’t order anything! Cancel!” Duplica frantically hit the buttons on the remote. The voice continued to drone out titles.
 
“Thank you for ordering ‘My Grimer’s big gooey cock—Mawile’s mawjob—The Princess and the Politoed—Mr. Mime’s double-time—The rimjobbing Reshiram—” The voice continued to list titles as Duplica continued to hit buttons. After another push, the voice finally paused. “You have exceeded the limit of adult films. Please try again in ten minutes.”
 
“Oh jeez, I can never show my face here again …” Duplica groaned. She turned to Ditto with a scowl on her face. “Ditto, since when did you become such a pervert?”
 
“Ditto …” Ditto pointed at the screen. Duplica looked forward, seeing one of the movies had started to play at random—whatever the Grimer one was. Grimer’s cock was indeed gooey and looked to be dripping although staying still. “Ditto?” Ditto looked at his trainer.
 
“Well, let’s see. You’ve emptied out the sodas, made me order at least half a dozen porn movies, and now you’re asking what I think?”
 
“Ditto.” Ditto nodded. Duplica groaned, hanging her head.
 
“If I put out, will you please behave? You’re acted out enough tonight as it is.” Duplica looked at him. “I can’t believe I’m even offering you this for misbehaving.”
 
“Ditto!” Ditto happily agreed. Duplica shook her head, standing from the bed and unfastening and unzipping her blue jeans, pushing them to her ankles. She lazily kicked her off orange shoes, her jeans following to the floor. She faced Ditto her in usual orange star shirt and orange star-covered panties to match. “Ditto …” Ditto commented.
 
“Okay, okay. Let’s just get it over with, okay?” Duplica placed her thumbs into the sides of her panties, pushing them down her legs and to her feet, tossing them on top of her jeans. Her shirt followed suit, baring her breasts to Ditto—all of the days she didn’t wear a bra, she thought. For the sake of completion, Duplica peeled off her socks to completely expose her body.
 
“Ditto!” Ditto’s large, purple erection sprung from his body like elastic.
 
“Please, at least change into something else.” Duplica begged. “You’re squishy, and that’ll feel weird on my butt.” Duplica thought for a moment, her eyes not leaving Ditto’s penis. “Growlithe. Steven’s so set on a Jenny scene; we might as well practice.”
 
“Ditto!” Ditto argued. His erection grew harder as if on command, throbbing more violently.
 
“Huh, didn’t know you could do that.” Duplica commented. She sighed, shaking her head. “Okay, fine, whatever makes Mr. King-of-the-house happy.” Duplica moved back onto the bed, watching as Ditto backed up to give her room. Lying on her stomach, she brushed her hair back and looked at Ditto as she leaned down, taking his gooey cock into her mouth and slowly bobbing her head.
 
Ditto let out a quiet moan, his pleasure ending not a moment later when Duplica pulled away.
 
“I’ve never done a blowjob before, so—mmph!” Duplica was silenced by Ditto turning his blob hand into a human’s and shoving her back down. Duplica gagged from the surprise force, but resumed bobbing. She looked up at Ditto, seeing his eyes had closed—she smiled, moving her head slightly faster.
 
“Ditto …” Ditto moaned in delight. Duplica was filled with mixed emotions as she continued to move her head on her Pokemon’s erect penis; some of doubt, some of happiness – mostly happiness. Seeing the smile on Ditto’s face made her just as happy, and knowing she could bring this much pleasure to her Pokemon made her knew she was doing a good job as his trainer.
 
As Duplica’s mind started to wander (while her head kept the same pace,) her tongue finally tasted the Pokemon cock in her mouth. Ditto’s erection, like his entire body, felt soft and gooey. The warmth of Duplica’s mouth seemed to make it melt on her tongue, but swirling her tongue around it hardened it right back. If it had a certain taste, it wasn’t one Duplica knew well – at first she detected a hint of saltwater taffy, Ditto’s gooey form mixed with the salts of sweat. When she started to move faster, Duplica couldn’t focus on tasting Ditto at all; she had to keep up her brisk movement in an attempt not to gag.
 
“Ditto!” Duplica’s eyes shot up at the sound of Ditto’s voice – Ditto looked to be holding back something judging by the look on his face. “Ditto …!”
 
“It’s okay, Ditto!” Duplica assured her Pokemon after she pulled away from him. Her right hand frantically pumped on Ditto’s cock, licking her lips and giving him a wink. “It’s okay, whatever you’re ready just—”
 
“Ditto!”
 
Without a single warning, Ditto’s cock started to violently throb in Duplica’s grasp, shots of hot, white semen shooting all over her face. Without an idea of what else to do, Duplica plunged down onto Ditto’s erection; visibly gulping down the remaining cum Ditto gave her. Ditto’s small, blobby body shook and shivered with every shot he gave, taking no time at all in filling up Duplica’s mouth.
 
Duplica pulled away, keeping her mouth closed. Ditto looked at her, curious. Waggling a finger at him to keep him quiet, Duplica gulped, swallowing any cum that once filled her mouth. Without knowing why, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, revealing to Ditto that every drop that wasn’t on her face had went down her throat.
 
“That was fast!” Duplica commented. She licked her lips, actually tasting Ditto’s cum this time; it was rather salty but had … was that bubble gum? Duplica flicked what cum was on her lips around her tongue, getting a better taste of it. There was definitely some bubble gum in there somewhere – salty bubble gum. How unique. “I suppose you’re ready for bed now, huh?” Duplica asked.
 
“Ditto!” Ditto shook his body; his erection was still at full mast. Duplica looked both annoyed and amazed at this. “Ditto!”
 
“You’re really still not done?” Duplica asked. “Well, fine, but I don’t know how far I can go without getting tired.” Duplica turned around, positioning on her hands and knees and wiggling her rear at Ditto. “Okay, go for it.”
 
Duplica waited on the sensation of throbbing goo to shove inside of her, but the feeling didn’t come. She turned, seeing Ditto was no longer behind her. Turning back, Ditto’s face was directly in front of her.
 
“Hey, Ditto! You scared me—oomph!” Duplica was pushed back by Ditto’s newfound blob strength, pushing her so far that she now lay on her back. Thanks to her rough landing, her legs were spread wide in front of Ditto. “What did you have in mind?”
 
Ditto didn’t answer – not in speech, anyway. The little purple Pokemon slithered closer; sitting directly in front of Duplica’s spread pussy. Ditto’s long, wet, pink tongue stuck out of his mouth, looking aimed right at Duplica.
 
“Oh, you’re going to pleasure me for once? What a gentleman.” Duplica rolled her eyes with a smile. “Just don’t get a cramp—oh wow that felt good!” Duplica’s body shivered in delight when Ditto’s tongue entered her. His floppy tongue lapped around her insides, the large size hitting Duplica’s inner walls with more force and feeling than she could ever imagine. “That feels so good!” Duplica moaned.
 
While his tongue’s speed didn’t change, Duplica watched as Ditto’s body started to stretch; his blobs that acted as hands started to move up to Duplica’s breasts. They covered both fleshy mounds, squeezing gently on them. The middle part of the gooey hands seemed to be able to poke, prod, and tease her nipples.
 
“Y-You’re multi-talented, aren’tcha?” Duplica tried to keep her cool, but the new sensation of Ditto’s tongue forcefully hitting her clitoris was becoming too much to bear. “Okay, fine! Do whatever you want, just please don’t stop!”
 
Ditto’s body started to jiggle and stretch once more; the Pokemon looked like a little gooey, purple blanket as he moved. His hands continued to knead Duplica’s breasts, now tugging on her nipples which sent a shiver down the blue-haired cosplayer’s spine.
 
“Ditto, you’re amazing …!” Duplica let out another soft moan. Her hands instinctively moved to tease her nipples, but Ditto had already taken care of it, as well as pleasuring her down below. At her encouragement, Ditto’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly and teasingly flicking at her swollen clit. Duplica reached down to the bottom of Ditto’s body, her fingers sinking into him when she pushed him closer.
 
Duplica’s mind was filled with nothing but Ditto and pure bliss as she attempted to push her Pokemon; as if knowing her orgasm was fast approaching, Ditto forcefully pushed his body back and pulled his tongue out of her. Duplica looked visibly upset, but didn’t comment; she assumed Ditto had something in mind. The Pokemon’s stretched body started to retract – his blobby hands continued to pleasure his trainer’s breasts, but the remainder of him slowly slid up her body, gently vibrating as he did so. Duplica had only felt this sensation before from one of her vibrating toys, but Ditto being a live ‘toy’ was making this feel all the better.
 
“Oh, Ditto … that’s it …” Duplica praised her Pokemon, Ditto’s response being nothing but a purring sound as he continued to vibrate on her stomach. The feeling was like a thousand feathers brushing against her – not the kind that caused giggling laughter, but instead caused a soft moan of pleasure and her entire body to shiver. With her lower-body free of a tongue inside, Duplica’s right hand trailed down, her fingers spreading her pussy and sliding her middle inside. She felt how soaking wet she had become, just from her own Pokemon.
 
She hadn’t been this excited since the rush from recording the movie – the feeling was indescribable. When her hand moved back up, she felt her soft, trimmed blue pubic hair was damp as well. Ditto’s body rest just above her, Duplica running her hand slowly up her Pokemon’s back and then resting on her side.
 
“Ditto, please …” Duplica begged. She didn’t tell him what she wanted, but even though the both of them were still somewhat inexperienced, Duplica knew that Ditto understood. That didn’t mean he obliged, however – his long, wet tongue began to explore Duplica’s stomach and the underside of her breasts, slowly trailing along in circles as opposed to the hard, sloppy movements he made inside of her. “Oh Ditto, you’re amazing … I love you, you know that, right?”
 
Although she wasn’t sure, Duplica thought she heard Ditto giggle before his vibrating sped up, his little body moving from her breasts and heading down, resting over her soaked, craving pussy. The purring sounds grew louder – Duplica’s eyes shot open and she slapped her left hand over her mouth to silence one of the loudest moans the girl had ever made.
 
“Mmmmph!” Duplica’s muffled voice moaned, her eyes shut tight and hips bucking in Ditto’s direction. “Ditto!”
 
Ditto’s vibrating paused, his gooey form slithering up her body and towards her neck. Out of the corner of her eye, Duplica watched as Ditto’s mouth started to glow – the little Pokemon had given himself little fangs. Ditto started to nip at Duplica’s neck, dragging his teeth down before lapping the tip of his tongue over the bite space. Duplica shivered from Ditto’s touch; she had never felt this turned-on in her entire life. Ditto’s bites moved from her neck to her ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe.
 
Before giving her a chance to say anything, Ditto’s mouth retracted and his smell teeth disappeared; he moved down Duplica’s body once again, vibrating until he moved from her body to the bed. Duplica looked down, seeing Ditto’s large, purple erection was once again in full view; it seemed bigger than before, and throbbing much more violently. Duplica had usually looked away or humored Ditto at seeing his member; now, it was something she couldn’t take her eyes off of. It looked mouthwatering. She craved it.
 
“Ditto,” Duplica started. “I know I said only in the movies. I know I said I wouldn’t do it. Just forget all of that, okay?” Duplica instructed Ditto while trying her hardest to sound collected, but the trembling in her voice made that impossible. “I’ve decided to let you do it, okay? So just … j-just do it, okay!”
 
Duplica expected her horny partner to shove his cock inside and fuck her like a Lopunny in heat, but as before, that didn’t come. She looked down and saw Ditto was just smiling at her. When their eyes met, he started to rub the head of his erection against her dripping slit, moving it up, down, then against her inner thigh. Pre-cum leaked from the tip and ran down the length; Duplica felt her body squirm in anticipation and drool run down her chin at the sight of it. Had Ditto finally broken her?
 
No, Duplica thought, there was no way. Ditto had just caught her off-guard, that’s all.
 
“Ditto, I said you could do it!” Duplica crossed her arms over her breasts, only partially feigning annoyance. “Come on, just do it! It’s for our career!” Duplica had never heard herself talk so demanding to her Pokemon before, or anyone for that matter – all she could think about was having Ditto inside of her. She complained before that he would feel too gooey and strange on her, but now it was all she wanted to experience.
 
Ditto’s soft, gooey length rubbed against her inner thigh, making Duplica crave it more and more with each passing second. She had already told him that he could do it, so why wouldn’t he? She told him to! She’s his trainer! The buildup was becoming way too much – Duplica didn’t feel like herself, and she knew she wasn’t thinking like herself. What absentmindedly came out of her mouth proved this.
 
“Damn it, Ditto! I told you to FUCK me!” Duplica gasped at her foul mouth and slapped a hand over in mouth in shock; Ditto, on the other hand, looked very satisfied. He didn’t answer her at all, staying quiet as was now the usual. He could feel Duplica’s legs shivering and twitching against his cock resting on her thigh. “Please, Ditto! I’m beggin’ ya!”
 
The air was tense. The trainer and Pokemon’s eyes met, and neither glanced away for even a second. Neither could seem to blink, either. A sly grin crossed both Duplica’s and Ditto’s mouths.
 
“Come on, Ditto. Fuck me.” Duplica whispered. She felt as if her heart tried to jump through her chest when Ditto nodded in response.
 
Ditto slid closer. His body stretched, his hands on her upper thighs and bottom on her inner thighs, seeming to stick to her for a perfect balance. Looking up again to see Duplica’s closed eyes and trembling-in-excitement form, Ditto finally did as his master commanded and slid his now bigger, even-more-violently throbbing erection inside of her.
 
“Ditto! Yes!” Duplica’s yell echoed through the room as her hands gripped the sheet under her for dear life when Ditto started to thrust. His cock did indeed feel gooey and slick as he probed her, seeming to grow to the perfect size to accommodate her body. “Please, Ditto! Fuck me!”
 
Ditto’s body stretched more, enough for his face to see over her waist. The two looked in each others’ eyes as Ditto thrust into her, her hips bucking against him and louder moans pouring from her lips while he did so. Her speech was unintelligible now, but neither cared; pleasure was the only thing on their minds. Duplica felt beads of sweat run down her face, any thoughts in her head drowned out by her attempts to scream Ditto’s name.
 
The bed underneath them squeaked loudly and rocked heavily; any passersby could hear them through the door. Duplica didn’t have a single care, though; she started to grab, squeeze, and tease her breasts, using her index finger and thumb to pull hard on her nipples. The slightly painful feeling forced another moan out of her mouth, the pain combined with the loud squeaking of the mattress arousing her further.
 
Ditto’s body vibrated and purred as he furiously slammed his cock into Duplica, thrusting the bed’s headboard against the wall; their sex was so noisy that Duplica was positive even the front desk clerk could hear them. Ditto’s feeling inside of her was something Duplica couldn’t get enough of now – vibrating, soft and gooey, warm, and the perfect size to fill her – if she knew sex with Ditto would be amazing then she wouldn’t have restricted him to the movies. She wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of denying herself this pleasure.
 
Pre-cum had started to drip from Ditto as he thrust, running down him and leaking from Duplica’s pussy, dripping onto the sheet under her. The warm, wet feeling of his seed, even such a small amount, was starting to drive Duplica wild. She tossed her head back, strands of her blue hair falling over her closed eyes she as thrust her body in rhythm with Ditto’s, the two pushing together faster and faster with each passing second.
 
“Oh yeah, Ditto! Harder, please!” Duplica begged. She moaned louder when Ditto did obliged, the headboard behind them now violently slamming against the wall, sounding as if it could snap in half. “Ditto! I-I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
 
Ditto took this as a signal to go wild, thrusting into his trainer as rough and as fast as his body pleased. The animal instinct inside him kicked in, his body’s grip around her becoming tight as his cock thrust rapidly into her without care for anyone’s pleasure but his own. Duplica’s legs were high in the air, being shoved back with every thrust Ditto gave. She kicked the air wildly from pleasure, her moans increasing in volume more by the second.
 
“Ditto! … Ah … ah … y-yes, ah … AH! … AH, DITTO! I’M CUMMING!”
 
Duplica let out one final loud moan. The intense pleasure running through her body made it seem like the entire room was vibrating. Duplica’s inner walls tightened and squeezed Ditto’s cock, her own juices squirting out and covering it. She splashed on Ditto’s lower body, her own orgasm becoming a lubrication for Ditto as his cock slid inside and out with the pace of an Arcanine’s Extreme Speed attack.
 
“Cum inside of me, Ditto!” Duplica begged. “Please! I need … Ditto?” Duplica blinked, finally taking a moment to look at her Pokemon – Ditto’s face was glazed in pleasure with a line of drool running down his mouth; perverted Ditto had appeared, and at the very end of things, too. Ditto’s smile grew as his thrusting went on, moving faster into her, faster, and faster, moving deeper as well, until the Pokemon’s little body tensed up. Ditto slammed inside of Duplica, holding himself in place. Duplica’s body felt like it was melting at the sensations Ditto gave her.
 
“Oh, yes! That’s it!” Duplica’s eyes shut tight again, her hands wrapping around Ditto and furiously clawing at his back. Her nails sunk into his soft body, yet still letting her get a grip as she wrapped her legs around him as well, pushing his gooey form closer to her; ropes of hot, sticky, and gooey cum shot from Ditto’s cock, taking no time in completely filling up Duplica’s pussy. “Thank you, Ditto! I love your cum!” Duplica shouted. Globs of Ditto’s cum leaked from her and landed on the bed, creating quite a messy puddle.
 
Without a reply, Ditto’s body retracted, the little blob falling from Duplica’s body and onto the bed. Duplica moved her legs away, watching as Ditto’s body turned into a little purple puddle, his eyes closed and drool still running down his face. Curiously, Duplica poked at Ditto with her index finger. The Pokemon didn’t move. She looked back down at the cum between them, using her index finger to scoop some off the bed and placed it to her lips, sucking it clean. Yep, still salty bubble gum.
 
“Ditto? You asleep?” Duplica asked. She moved her legs aside, blushing at the sight of the gooey cum between herself and her Pokemon. She gently poked Ditto once again, now a bit concerned.
 
A loud snore came from him. Duplica put a palm over her face, shaking her head.
 
“I love you, Ditto, but sometimes …” Duplica groaned. She giggled afterward, smiling at her snoozing Pokemon. She lay back down and picked his sleeping form up, lying him next to her head before she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep. With all of the excitement, Duplica had completely forgotten her worries of what Steven had planned for her tomorrow.
 
Whatever it was, nothing would beat the experience Ditto gave her. Nothing could compare to making love to her Pokemon, her partner, her best friend in the entire world.
 
At thinking about it, Duplica’s eyes slowly opened. What in the world DID Steven have in mind for her? She sat up, looking down at her naked body with cum still leaking out of her. She looked down at Ditto, then back at the puddle under her. She sighed, shrugging her shoulders and lying back down. She took Ditto in her arms, snuggling him against her breasts.
 
No matter what the next day would bring, she knew she could take it as long as she had Ditto by her side. No matter how ridiculous it was.