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Perils of Paldean Pokémon Breeding	By : Boiled Rose Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 1123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters depicted in a sexual manner are 18 years of age or older.

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     Nemona shifted from side to side in her seat. The tanned and freckled champion had already sat through thirty torturous minutes of Mr. Jacq’s lecturing on Biology, and she was itching to get to Battle Studies so that she could learn something she might actually use in real life.
     “Remember that generally the offspring of two Pokémon will share the species of the mother,” Mr. Jacq droned on, “but often the offspring will hatch knowing abilities that the father possessed! Isn’t Pokémon breeding fascinating?”
     To Nemona’s surprise, there was a murmur of agreement from her classmates. Didn’t they realize you could just catch Pokemon instead of worrying about all this breeding nonsense? And that way you could battle them first to see if they were worth your while. Nemona let out a sigh, rolled her eyes, and glanced at the clock.
     Mr. Jacq frowned. “Well,” he continued, “I’m glad that most of you agree. And I’ll remind you that a good grade in Biology is important for graduating so that you can actually put those champion class battling skills to the test in the real world.”
     Mierda. That had been too specific to be directed at anyone other than her. Nemona stiffened in her chair and looked at Mr. Jacq, who was indeed aiming his frown in her direction. She offered him an apologetic look. He sent back one of his typical upbeat smiles in return.
    He did have a point. Nemona was top of her class in Battle Studies, a champion class student, and ready to go abroad to take on Pokémon leagues and win championships, however with her lack of credits in the less hands-on courses graduation was lightyears away. Dropping out would be embarrassing, but she also didn’t want to find herself spending two decades studying with nothing to show for it like some of her peers had. Nemona did her best to refocus her attention, while trying to block out the sounds of her less mature classmates snickering.
     “On that note, your assignment for the semester is to bring in a Pokemon egg. We will be hatching them in class, and you will be marked based on the offspring according to the rubrics you can access on your Rotoms. Now, before your next class, Nurse Miriam wanted to share a few words.”
     Nemona was back to shifting in her seat and looking at the clock. She’d had that assignment last year. Easiest thing was to breed something interesting with a Ditto. It was an easy C and she’d be back to battling in no time.
     The academy’s cotton-candy haired nurse took over the front of the class. She presented the class with a spacy smile and waved at them with both hands. “Hello class. I know you’re probably all excited to get out there and do some Pokémon breeding, but I wanted to address rumors about students using Dittos… inappropriately. It’s not a thrill. Don’t get any ideas from watching your Pokémon breed. Just because a Pokémon can look just like you it doesn’t make it a human, and it doesn’t certainly doesn’t make it ‘masturbating’.”
     At her last word there was a raucous chorus of laughter, even Nemona found herself chuckling. From there Nurse Miriam fought a gallant battle trying to get the class back under control, but the more she struggled the worse it got until the bell rang and she held her head down in defeat. Mr. Jacq returned to the front of the class beside her, gave the nurse a sympathetic look and said, “Hahaha, thank you Nurse Miriam. Well… Class dismissed!”
     Nemona threw her books into her backpack eagerly, still chuckling to herself. “Masturbating with a Ditto? Ridiculous!”

     Nemona had a hard time falling asleep that night, though not for any academic stress. It had taken her all of ten minutes to secure her C that day. She had swapped out the counterpart to her rival’s starter with a Ditto during lunch, and snuck in a quick picnic that afternoon between battles so that the amorphous blob could get acquainted with her Lycanroc. Well, it was supposed to have been a quick picnic. For whatever reason, Nemona had found herself eating her sandwich particularly slowly while she listened to her Lyacnroc… Enjoy her time with Ditto. In a few days she’d have a Lycanroc egg to tuck away until the due date. While her classmates doubtless spent the rest of the day experimenting with various combinations of Poké-partners, the unburdened Nemona was able to spend the evening battling to her heart’s content.
     All that battling should have tuckered her out. After she came back to her surprisingly spacious, spartanly accessorized dorm room, and stripped down to her tights and bralette—her typical summertime sleepwear when covers and pajamas were just sweltering—she fell atop her covers and expected to pass out instantly. Yet she didn’t.
     While she would have loved to attribute it to the light of the full moon streaming in through the too thin drapes of her dorm room, in truth she just couldn’t stop thinking about what Nurse Miriam had said. Because of the academy’s atypical policies for admission and graduation, the academy wasn’t a great place for finding romance at her age. At eighteen, most of the students were either too young or too old for her, and the academy’s contraband rules forbade ‘bedroom aids’ which one could otherwise use to relieve the sexual tension that came with being a single at her age. She’d never considered using a Ditto before.
     Nemona reached for the bedside table where she had set her Pokéballs down, grabbed hold of Ditto’s ball, and tapped it to expand it to its usable state. Her heart was fluttering in her chest as she turned the gleaming red and white ball in her hand. “It wouldn’t hurt just to let you out for a bit, right?” She asked the metallic sphere. “Just how accurate your transformation is, of course. Nothing wrong with a little bit of curiosity.”
     She tossed the ball, and her bedroom was momentarily lit with a white flash. When the light had abated, a smiling goopy monster was sitting happily at the foot of her bed. Nemona reached out and patted the Ditto on the head, she winced at the wet and slimy texture and began having second thoughts. She looked between her pet and the empty Pokéball on her bed. She began to reach towards the Pokéball, and then stopped. “Well, I suppose I can always have you return after I see you transform. What do you say, Ditto?”
     “Ditto!” The creature squeaked. Its form then shifted and elongated, changing in texture and hue, and within seconds Nemona was looking at a perfect copy of her, down to the bralette and tights. Nemona reached out to pat her copy on the head, and instead of the moist unnerving sensation she’d felt moments earlier she found herself tousling locks which felt identical to her own. Her Ditto’s now freckled face gave her a smile she’d only ever seen in the mirror before.
     Her gaze wandered downwards, taking in the rest of the Ditto’s… No, her body. Her sunkissed, lightly freckled cleavage held by a simple black bralette, her toned stomach, her the tight which clung to her smooth thighs. She’d never truly regarded her body in this way before, even when masturbating. Nemona felt her breath quicken as she considered how far she was willing to go.
     Ditto grinned, and leaned forward towards her, as though it was reacting to her arousal. Ditto placed its hand upon her thigh and began rubbing it lightly as it gazed into her eyes.
     “It’s my body, how could it be anything other than masturbating?” Nemona asked, as much to herself as to Ditto.
     Nemona reached to her sides and eased her bralette up and over her head, freeing her breasts with their dark nipples and wide areolae. Rather than lift up its own bralette, Ditto’s undergarment melded into its body as it crawled next to Nemona on the bed. Suddenly unrestricted its breasts began bouncing midway through the movement.
     Ditto sidled alongside her, and placed its slender fingers against the nape of her neck. Somehow, in the pale light streaming through the drapes, those eyes she’d seen in the mirror so many times before suddenly seemed like terastillized pools of amber. Ditto closed those eyes and moved in slightly, Nemona felt her own eyes close in response. She let her doppelgänger guide them together, until her lips felt their supple counterparts.
     When was the last time she’d been kissed? Any attempts to conjure the boy’s visage were thwarted by the growing urgency with which her twin kissed her. When Nemona felt Ditto’s tongue flitter against her lips, she gladly parted them, leaving her mouth unguarded for the questing appendage.
     As they kissed, Ditto’s hand stroked her neck, its nails set off tiny fireworks and made her sigh wantingly around the tongue that slowly encircled her own. Nemona winced with want when those fingertips quested downward, but the attention they gave to the rise of her chest made up for the loss of the wonderful places they had found along her neck. The sweeping caresses along her breast inexorably drew towards Nemona’s already steel hard nipples, but when finally Ditto reached them it simply traced a single finger around the tip of her breast, and then went back to caressing her neck to repeat the process on the other side.
     The Ditto’s transformation into the swarthy skinned schoolgirl must have been more than skin deep. Ditto knew precisely how to tease her, where all the little secret spots along her neck and breast were that sent off sparks within her skin. It had never occurred to her while masturbating to caress her neck like that, nor had it clearly to any of the clumsy boyfriends she’d briefly entertained in the past. Then Ditto’s fingers finally found purchase upon her nipple. Nemona gasped as they wound lazy spirals around her areola, pausing periodically to tease the most sensitive parts of the dark halo around her nipple.
     Each passing breath became heavier and shakier than the last, her chest rising to meet Ditto’s hand. Any reservations she had about lying with a Pokemon burst with the explosion of sensation that emanated from her chest. Nemona reached out and clutched at her double, drawing her partner in for the deepest kiss the two could physically muster.
     The tongue wrestling with her own began to change in shape, becoming thicker, longer, and more cylindrical. In time with the bursts of pleasure crashing over her body, Nemona felt the new organ invading her mouth pulse, and spurt a thick bitter fluid into her mouth and down her throat. She sputtered around the organ in her mouth and pulled back. Freed of the kiss, she swallowed, caught her breath, and opened her eyes. Ditto’s face still looked identical to her own, save that retreating into its mouth was a protuberance somewhere between a tentacle and a cock, which shot one last thick load of some white substance onto her face before the Ditto closed its mouth and winced with a guilty expression.
     Nemona reached up and scooped some of the thick white fluid onto a finger, and regarded it in her post orgasmic daze. Even though she’d only seen it on videos she’d watched on her Rotom phone before, it was unmistakably cum. Her eyes went wide. She’d just swallowed cum. Pokémon cum.
     She looked at the Ditto next to her, still a dead ringer for her… But for the bulge at its crotch, straining the material of its tights. Nemona sprang across the bedspread for the discarded Pokéball and shouted, “Ditto, return!”
     A burst of red light filled the room. When the twilight dominated once again, Nemona was left panting alone on her bed. When she gathered herself, she got up and staggered to her bathroom. She flicked on the lights and went to the sink. The mirror offered yet another double of her, except this one’s features were reversed from the one she’d been making out with on her bed. Her ears started burning as she looked at herself in the mirror, wearing nothing but her tights—which now featured a prominent damp patch between her legs—and a thick helping of cum on her face. There was even some spunk that had dribbled out of the corner of her lip. She looked like a slut.
     Thankful that their dorms had private bathrooms, Nemona cleaned herself up and watched the cum spin around the drain until it disappeared. What wouldn’t follow it down there, even after washing out her mouth, was the lingering taste of semen on her tongue.
     It took her hours to fall asleep that night, though she wasn’t certain if it was the shame and regret about what she’d done, or the warm pressing need between her thighs that kept her dreams at bay.
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