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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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     “It wasn’t until this millennium that the link between Sudowoodo and Bonsley was confirmed, and we owe it all to the incense breeding technique,” Mr. Jacq continued, while Nemona squirmed waiting for the right time to interject. “Pokémon professors are still working to discover how Sudowoodo create Bonsley in the wild without Rock Incense. Pokémon still have so many mysteries to unlock! Any questions?”
     Nemona’s hand shot up before he was halfway done asking, she was determined he was going to call on her before the bell rang.
     “Nemona!” Mr. Jacq beamed through his thick rimmed hexagonal glasses. I’m glad my lecture brought out that fire in you Ms. Dendra is always talking about! What’s your question?”
     “Mr. Jacq, it’s not possible for a Pokémon to breed with a human, is it?” Nemona asked. Naturally her question was met with the snickering of the less mature members of her class, which, as she glanced around at her fellow classmates, weren’t necessarily the younger students in this case. A couple of the older students chuckled too, and raised eyebrows in her direction.
     Her teacher was clearly caught off guard by the question. Mr. Jacq’s cheeks turned rosy. He procured a cloth from one of the pockets of his labcoat and took off his glasses to polish them before he responded, “I meant questions about incense breeding, but… Well, I’m not about to curb your sudden enthusiasm.”
     He returned his glasses to their perch, and tapped on the sky blue smartboard at the head of the class until it showed the silhouettes of Pokémon and differently coloured eggs representing the fifteen egg groups. A few more taps in rapid succession and a sixteenth group appeared on the board with the silhouettes of a man and a woman, absent was the egg depicted alongside the other groups.
     “Remember class, Humans are Humans and Pokémon are Pokémon. One of the big differences is that humans don’t lay eggs, and human women carry their offspring to term inside of them.
     Now there have been rumors about Pokémon in the Human-Like egg group breeding with humans, but to do so would require such extensive psychic remodeling of a woman that it’s unlikely such a thing would ever occur. Now, back to—Yes, Nemona?”
     When it looked as though Mr. Jacq was about to change the subject Nemona’s arm had shot out so fast she was worried she would dislocate it. “What about the Ditto group?”
     “Is this about Nurse Miriam’s lecture the other day? I know those rumors are concerning when taken in consideration of Ditto’s… Unique properties. If it’s any reassurance, for a Ditto to breed with a human it too would require extensive remodeling of the human’s reproductive system. Don’t worry, you’re not about to hear about your male classmates sending alimony cheques to their Pokémon boxes any time soon! Okay, back to Incense Breeding! Oh, and please don’t anyone tell the Director we went on this little tangent, okay?”
     Nemona debated raising her hand again to ask specifically about female classmates, and how the human’s reproductive system would get remodeled in the first place, but she was worried that would be a little too suspect. She hummed and hawed about it as Mr. Jacq brought his lecture back on track, and by the time she decided to ask the bell signaling the end of class rang over the intercom.
     She glanced over her notes before packing up her bag, but there didn’t seem to be any profound answers in there. As far as she could tell though, she was safe. Dittos may be uniquely adept at breeding, but all she’d done was swallow its seed, and it sounded like even if she’d gone all the way with it she wouldn’t be in any danger. Not that she was about to go all the way with a Pokémon.
     Nemona found it much harder to concentrate in the rest of her classes than usual that day, it was hard to even keep her mind on task in Battle Class. She just couldn’t help but think back to the last night. As amazing as her first ever nipple orgasm had felt, it wasn’t satisfying in the way a proper orgasm was, and as the day went on her cherry became needier and more insistent. She found herself rubbing her thighs together in a number of classes, and was thankful she already had a reputation for shifting in her seat and glancing at the clock.
     Normally when the bell rang she’d head up to the open air battle field in the upper reaches of the academy to see who was free to pit her Pokémon against, but today she decided a quick trip to the her dorm room for some alone time was top priority. She made her way through the grand, multi-storied library that served as their entrance hall and went towards the dormitories.
     Usually half way to the field by now, Nemona was spared the chaos the entrance hall always became at the end of the school day, as students surged towards the freedom of the great doors which dominated the forefront of the hall, dashed towards their dorm rooms, or charged to meet their extra-curricular clubs. Not used to the end of the day crowd she got swept away, and couldn’t keep herself from colliding with the only other person that seemed as unfamiliar with the hustle and bustle as herself.
     As the crowd moved around them, Nemona felt her breasts get squeezed against the flatter chest of the stranger, who, for their part, wrapped their arms around her until the worst of the stampede had abated. “Ah, excuse me! I was just…” Nemona started as she extracted herself from the stranger’s impromptu protective embrace. Her apology caught in her throat when she saw the wine-red eyes and turquoise blue hair of the woman who was certainly no stranger to her. “Rika!? What are you doing here?” Nemona asked, as the heat pulsing from her crotch rose to her cheeks. From her conversations with the other champion level students, Rika tended to have that effect on people. The Paldean Elite Four’s secretary had a certain air of mystique about her, and an androgenous beauty that twisted the stomachs of men and women alike.
     “Hey Nemona. What’s the matter? Graduates can’t visit any more?” The older woman asked, teasingly. “Gotta meeting with Director Clavell. You’re lucky, if they’d sent Poppy the two of you would have been crushed just now.”
     Any day I run into you I’m lucky, Nemona thought, and if she was talking to anyone else she might have said it. What she managed to say was, “Totally lucky… For you too, I mean! The director’s office is practically across the hall from here.”
     “No kiddin’? Haha! Never had much call to see the Director when I went here,” Rika said. “Model student, ya know.”
     “I’ll bet, haha,” Nemona laughed. “Well, it was good seeing you! Next time we see each other I’ll find a way to thank you for the save just now.”
     “Why wait,” Rika returned. “How ‘bout dinner tomorrow? I know a good place.”
     Nemona’s usually rapid-fire tongue failed her. She managed a few nods of affirmation, and then gestured vaguely towards the dormitories before turning heel and dashing like she had a big match to get to.
     “I’ll text you!” Rika called after her.
     When she made it to her dorm room it was all she could do not to squeal. Dinner with Rika? It was too good to be true. And was it a date? She hadn’t considered going out with a girl before, but if it was Rika she’d have to be blind not to agree.
     Nemona wasted no time in stripping naked and hopping onto her bed, now she had someone very concrete to imagine while she took care of the pressing itch that had been pestering her all day. Nemona ran a finger along the cleft between her legs, the digit came back slick with the want that had been accumulating there all day.
     She pressed the bead of her juices against her clit and began rubbing it while she conjured Rika’s face to mind. While she played with herself she imagined Rika’s surprisingly strong arms around her in bed, those wine-red eyes staring into her own with their mysterious intensity.
     Nemona whispered Rika’s name, as her fingers started to explore her wet folds, and then went back to flitting against her clit again. All the while she imagined Rika, the woman’s lips meeting her’s, her tongue invading her mouth like Ditto had the night before. Stroking her neck and finding all those same secret places where her flesh seemed to come alive.
     As she masturbated, her free hand reached towards her nipples and she tried to recreate the same magical pattern Ditto’s fingers had danced around them the night before. She pictured Rika caressing her breasts, and stroking her nipples until she… Until she… Until she… Nemona tried to bring herself to a swift orgasm to match the one her vision of Rika was giving her, but it stayed just out of reach.
     In frustration Nemona began rubbing her clit faster and faster while she traced circles around her areola, but she couldn’t quite manage to coax out all the same little sweet spots that Ditto had. The distraction of her elusive orgasm made it hard to maintain her fantasy of Rika, and soon all of her focus was directed towards cumming.
     When it became apparent that no release was on the horizon, Nemona grabbed her pillow, and let out a cry of frustration into the muffling mass. She tossed the pillow to the corner of her bed and rolled onto her side… Which put her bedside table and her Pokeballs directly in her line of sight.
     Nemona’s stomach twisted. She’d already masturbated once with her Ditto, and apart from a mouthful of cum nothing bad came of it. Mr. Jacq had said that even Dittos weren’t really compatible with humans, so it wasn’t like she was at risk of getting knocked up, even if Ditto’s cum somehow found its way somewhere else. What was the harm of doing it one more time, really?
     “Ditto…” Nemona whispered, as she picked up the Pokeball and released the adorable monstrosity, “I choose you.”
     The gooey mass that was Ditto took one look at the nude and frustrated Nemona, and immediately transformed into her duplicate. Notably absent were the bulge and the tights from the day before. The tanned woman now sharing a bed with her was as nude as Nemona, save for the wide knowing grin it wore on its face.
     “Shut up,” Nemona said to her wordless copy.
     Her Ditto gave a spritely laugh, and leaned in to kiss her, though its lips found her neck instead of her mouth. The wonders her Ditto had managed with its fingers before were nothing compared to the sensation of its lips and tongue against her neck. The alternation of kisses and licks on its own was almost too much to handle, and then its fingers found their way to her breast and so deftly fell into the patterns Nemona had struggled so hard to replicate.
     Having masturbated so long before releasing her Ditto, Nemona’s breath quickly became ragged. She twisted her head both towards and away from the onslaught of kisses upon her neck, yet arched her back to push her breasts and needy nipples towards her partner.
     She felt slender fingers against her wrist, and her hand was guided towards her double’s crotch where it met with something hard, yet malleable. She opened her eyes enough to see that Ditto had somehow sprung a new organ from between its legs. Nemona now knew what she would look like with a cock. And what a cock. The smooth, hefty balls and long shaft matched her partner’s—and by extension, her own—dark olive complexion perfectly.
     Nemona hesitated, but then wrapped her hand around the organ and began stroking. “I’ve never even done this for a guy before, but… I suppose it’s not fair if I’m the only one having fun,” she said.
     Ditto and Nemona quickly fell into a rhythm together, Ditto would set the pace with its teasing of her nape and nipples, and Nemona would match its tempo with her stroking. When Ditto began kneading her breasts, she brought her other hand down to caress its balls. Nemona found herself on the verge of another orgasm, then she felt the beast pinch her nipples and lightly bite down on her neck and instantly she was over the edge. The cock in her hand pulsed in time with the waves of pleasure radiating out from her breasts. She felt hot cum splatter on her stomach and breasts, and with far more volume than any human lover would be capable of mustering.
     If she thought she looked like a slut yesterday, she couldn’t begin to imagine how she must look now.
     Nemona lay back, meekly, and enjoyed the tiny aftershocks of her orgasm. Then her own face dominated her vision above her, as Ditto climbed over her and smiled. It dipped its head down and gave her a gentle kiss, which she returned dumbly in her post-orgasmic daze. The sensation brought her back around, which was good because Ditto was in the process of lining its still dribbling cock with the passage between her legs.
     “Woah, not so fast Missy!” Nemona protested. Ditto looked at her and tilted its head questioningly. “We’re just masturbating here! I’m not ready to, well, you know. I mean, I’m not going to go all the way with you, okay? Don’t give me that look! How many trainers would… Do what I just did for you?”
     Nemona sighed. Her pussy was crying for attention more than ever now. The breast play was amazing in its own right, and she couldn’t believe how much more intense her orgasm felt with a love bite, but now she was in the exact same position she had been in yesterday. How was she supposed to get to sleep tonight without a proper orgasm from her pussy?
     As though it could read her mind, her Ditto turned around on the bed. It ran a hand along her inner thigh and looked back at her, one brow raised suggestively. Nemona bit her lip and considered it. If Ditto was even half as good between her legs as it had been above the waist that would certainly solve her sleep problem. In the end she gave a tentative nod, and her doppelganger grinned widely.
     Rather than going straight for her clit, as Nemona had, Ditto continued to rub the insides of her thighs, drawing inexorably closer to the mound between them. Even once the rubbing reached the place where her legs joined, it placed a finger on either side of her labia and stroked her surprisingly sensitive skin in a come-hither gesture. Nemona couldn’t believe the flame of arousal that those movements lit within her.
     Nemona felt something warm and stiff against her face. Ditto had repositioned its rear, and Nemona found herself with its rigid cock directly above her. She swallowed hard, and gave it a tentative lick. Ditto rewarded her by finally touching her clit, gentle rhythmic upward caresses which caused Nemona to gasp against Ditto’s cock. Her cock carrying counterpart took advantage of the opening, and slipped the organ between Nemona’s lips.
     While Ditto began giving Nemona’s folds some attention, the champion experimented with sucking a dick for the first time. This was not how she had imagined losing her oral virginity, but… It was technically masturbating, so maybe it didn’t count? She wandered her tongue around proffered organ, alternatively licking the length in her mouth or sliding her tongue around its circumference.
     Her nearly identical lover rewarded her experimentation, teasing her clit when she licked, and touching the hidden pleasure points within her folds when her tongue slid in spirals around its cock. As she grew more enthusiastic, Ditto matched, which caused Nemona to work the organ invading her freckled face more desperately. Then Ditto took over, it inserted two fingers into her slick cunny and expertly found her g-spot, simultaneously it began to thrust its cock down her throat. Nemona sputtered around the cock which was face-fucking her, but her sputtering turned into muffled moans. Ditto’s fingers moved at the perfect rhythm inside of her, and as her neediness grew they changed in tempo to match, fingering precisely the right place with every movement. Submitting her throat for the Pokémon’s pleasure was a pittance to pay for the indescribable pleasure she was feeling. As the room was filled with the lewd wet sounds of her throat fucking, and the slapping of he balls smacking against her face with each of her well-hung duplicate’s thrusts, Nemona silently hoped that whichever student she shared a wall with wasn’t home to overhear anything.
     By the time she felt the first of a series of powerful waves of pleasure surge through her form, she was in complete bliss. Again, Ditto came in time with her, the organ in her throat pulsed and shot thick wads of its hot jizz directly into her stomach… And did she feel the fingers inside of her pulsing as well? She did, and there was a warmth spreading inside her womb that had nothing to do with the orgasm wracking her frame.
     Ditto withdrew its cock from her face, filling her mouth with more spunk she was forced to taste and swallow along the way, and its last ropes coated her face and hair anew. So too did it free its fingers from her snatch, which were dribbling cum of their own, apparently Ditto’s malleable form extended allowed it to turn whatever it needed into a vessel for its prolific seed. Nemona watched as cum oozed from her twat onto the bed-covers beneath her. Sure Ditto had just cum inside of her, but they were just fingers, there was no way this counted as losing her virginity, right? Especially because, as she forced herself to remember, as long as it was with Ditto it was really just masturbating.
     Nemona returned Ditto to its Pokéball and settled in for a long nap wrapped only in her post-orgasmic bliss, and a thorough coating of Pokémon cum.
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