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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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            If there was one thing the Paldean region was known for, it was the cuisine. Much to Nemona’s disappointment even terastillization, through which Pokémon could empower their elemental strengths or change them altogether, played second fiddle to food for the island’s natives and tourists alike. Towns thrived or dived on their restaurants alone, and in a city like Mesagoza new restaurants popped up faster than Wigletts at low tide.
            Her Rotom phone hovering before her, Nemona descended the steps from the academy towards the main plaza and followed the device’s directions to the restaurant Rika had selected for their rendezvous. It was just getting dark, which made the bright sign in the window of the restaurant easy to spot. She found Rika waiting for her. The Elite Four member was leaning against the stone and plaster façade of the restaurant with one gloved hand in her pocket and the other tapping on her own Rotom phone. She looked up as Nemona approached, and their Rotoms flew out of sight.
            “You made it! I was wondering if you were gonna bail, the way you took off yesterday,” Rika said. “I’m glad you came.”
            Nemona put another notch in the ‘probably a date’ column. Nemona had actually considered cancelling after the mess had found herself in after her last Ditto session. She had been late to class that morning from all the showering, and after class it had taken her forever to do her hair properly.
            “Sorry I’m late, couldn’t decide what to wear,” Nemona joked, gesturing to her school uniform and signature tights. Her jest earned hear a gleaming smile from Rika.
            Rika gracefully moved to the door, pushed it open, and made a smooth sweeping motion to gesture her inside. Nemona entered and took the place in. Though the decor was decidedly Galarian in inspiration, the layout was reminiscent of the Treasure Eatery in Medali. The perimeter of the restaurant had booths and bar seating, but in lieu of seating the centre of the restaurant was dominated by a raised rectangular platform.
            “Is that what I think it is?” Nemona asked, turning to face Rika. “Is this dinner and a show? A battle show?”
            “Even better,” Rika responded. She raised one of her Pokeballs and said, “here you order by battling your Pokémon. I thought it’d be right up your alley.”
            “Are you serious!? This is the best restaurant ever! And I don’t even like Galarian!” Nemona dashed past the host towards the squared circle, leaving Rika to apologize and confirm the reservation. She took her spot at one end, and could practically feel her skin buzzing and her eyes dilating as she waited impatiently for Rika to take her place at the other end of the pitch.
            “Alright, I dig the enthusiasm. Listen up, it’s one on one and the staff chooses your entre based on the Pokemon you pick, so choose wisely,” Rika explained. “Winner gets dessert, so if you’re hungry then no holding back.”
            “Like I’d ever hold back against you,” Nemona returned. “Hope you like spice, because this is going to be one firey battle.”
            A blonde waitress, clad in a tight white shirt and a plaid skirt that was a fair amount shorter than traditional Galarian tartan (likely to incentivize more generous tips) stepped onto the platform and signalled for them to let loose.
            Since it was a single Pokémon battle, Nemona decided to go straight for her team’s anchor. She grabbed the last Pokeball on her belt and let it fly. The pepped-up schoolgirl was so engaged by the prospect of the unexpected battle, that it was only as the edge of the spinning red and white sphere slipped away from her finger tips that she remembered that was the very same team member that she had traded out for—
            “Ditto!” Her Pokemon exclaimed eagerly upon being released onto the field.
            Rika had thrown her own ball simultaneously with the same laid-back grace she accomplished damn near everything. When the light from her ball had dissipated a large brown round bodied creature with four stubby legs, a bulbous tail, and a dopy smile stood opposite Nemona’s own goopy pet and erstwhile bedroom partner.
            “Clodsire!” The beast roared.
            “A Ditto?” Rika spoke incredulously, “that’s an… Interesting choice.” Indeed it was.
            For Nemona, this was something of a nightmare. Ditto was the ultimate breeding Pokemon—apparently in more way than one—but conversely in battle it was punching up in any matchup. The other Pokemon was bound to get a hit off while it was transforming. Even once it was a true mirror match Ditto held the disadvantage, perhaps as some side effect of the transformation process Dittos tended to wear out faster in battle than whatever they transformed into. Not only that, but the opposing Pokemon was bound to have a better grasp on how to use its moveset, by nature of the matchup Ditto had less experience with it.
            Well, there was nothing for it. She was going to have to improvise.
            “Ditto, transform,” Nemona commanded. Her eyes went wide and then she yelled as an afterthought, “INTO HER CLODSIRE!”
            Rika raised a brow at that. “What else would it transform into? At any rate… Clodsire! It’s our chance to get ahead, douse it with Toxic!”
            Ditto gleamed a magnificent white which was blotted out by the thick goopy toxins that Clodsire spat at it. By the time Ditto reformed as a Clodsire it already didn’t look great, the poisons must have kicked in before the transformation was completed. Not even five seconds into the fight and her Ditto was in a tight spot.
            Nemona reached into her bag and pulled out her only hope at a trump card, a gleaming Tera Orb. Rika saw it glimmering in her hand and grabbed for her own. With the flair the dire circumstances dictated, Nemona hurled her Tera Orb for all it was worth and held her breath as she hoped for a miracle.
            The diners were momentarily blinded by the shimmering multifaceted light of the dual terastillization, and all eyes in the restaurant were drawn to the now glimmering combatants. As always, Rika’s Clodsire had terastillized into a ground type to enhance the strength of its most powerful attack. As for Ditto, judging by its Tera gem it had become…
            “Ditto! You’re a water Tera type!? Of course, that explains how much you c—Ah, never mind.” Her heart galloping like a Rapidash, Nemona closed her eyes and her previous matches with Rika flashed through her mind. When she opened her eyes, they were set with determination. “Ditto, use Liquidate!”

     Nemona smiled broadly as the waitress took away what was left of her cheese fondue to replace it with her chocolate fondue and requisite bowls of berries for her dessert. Nemona skewered one of the berries, dipped it in the sweet liquified chocolate, and popped it into her mouth. Somehow the victory made it taste all the sweeter.
            “Dig in, lass,” the waitress said in a thick affected Galarian accent. “Ye'v mair than earned it. Tha’s the firs’ time I’ve ever ken someone ta pull off a win with a Ditto ‘ereabouts.”
            Rika nodded in agreement as the waitress left them to their brown bubbling confection. “That’s the first time I’ve ever known someone to pull off a win with a Ditto, full stop. What’d you do to get such a strong bond with your Ditto?”
            Nemona coughed and sputtered around her chocolate covered berry, and did her best to regain her composure. “I uh… My Pokémon just trust me, is all. I know my matchups, I know my move sets, and I know battling.”
            “That’s impressive for your age… Have you thought about what you want to do once you graduate,” Rika asked. “I’m sure there’d be a spot in The Elite Four for you. Larry can only do so much overtime.”
            “Shucks, graduation…” Nemona popped another chocolate dripping berry into her mouth to buy herself time. “I don’t know… I’ve been thinking of just dropping out, to be honest. Go abroad, maybe check out the Indigo League. I just want to battle, but there’s so many BS courses you have to put up with at the academy.”
            “Hey, that was my academy too, ya know? Wouldn’t be half the trainer I am today without it. Look, enthusiasm and talent can get you pretty far, but true champions on the mainland circuits have everything you’ve got plus they know Pokémon inherent values, effort values, natures, all sorts of stuff. Unless you’re a real wunderkind like that rival of yours, if you want to make it to the top of other leagues you need the academy to round you out a bit.”
            Nemona eyed Rika suspiciously. “Did Director Clavell put you up to this?”
            Rika laughed. “I think if the Director was asking people to take out his students, it would be a PR nightmare for the academy.”
            “I’ll tell you what, Rika. I’ll think about what you said. If you can beat me in a Pokémon battle.”
            Rika smiled, bemusedly. “Sounds like a great idea for a second date.”
            That was another big tick in the ‘probably a date’ column. Nemona got an even bigger one when Rika leaned across the table towards her. She felt herself drawn in towards her, and when their lips met Nemona feared she might melt into her fondue bowl. Her lips weren’t quite as soft as Ditto’s—No, her own lips, she reminded herself—but as they kissed softly those lips tasted better than any berry, chocolate dipped or otherwise. All too soon, they were gone, leaving Nemona with a hunger which had nothing to do with the restaurant’s fare.
            Rika smiled wryly, and continued, “after you graduate, of course.”


            The door to her dorm room hadn’t even closed before Nemona released her Ditto (which naturally she had healed at a Pokemon centre before returning to the academy). Rika had thrown her for a loop with that kiss, only to leave her with the ultimate psystrike immediately after. Her whole trip home Nemona had been running Rika’s face, that incredible kiss, and then those confusion inducing words through her mind. She was a confused, horny mess by the time she got to her room.
            Her Ditto looked between the bed and Nemona, and then regarded her expectantly.
            “Hey Ditto… Say, I don’t suppose you could transform into Rika, could you? No? Yeah, she’d probably need to be here for that, hey? No, that’s fine. Probably not a cool thing to do anyway,” Nemona rambled. She slumped back against the door.
            The mushy monster considered Nemona for a moment. Then, unprompted, its form elongated once again, changing in colour, hue, texture, and height, until Nemona was face to face with her identical duplicate once again.
            Ditto approached her, placed a hand below her chin, and tilted her face up to look at its counterpart. The face was a mix of concern and compassion. Her ditto leaned in, and Nemona welcomed its kiss. As she returned it, the kiss increased in intensity, until teeth were gently tugging on lips as they parted one kiss only to return for another. Pressed against the door and giving herself up to Ditto, Nemona realized this was the third night in a row she had kissed her pet. As she clutched at her partner’s uniform and felt her pussy throb with want, she found it was becoming increasingly difficult to justify these nightly trysts as simply some masturbatory technicality.
            Clutching turned to desperate unbuttoning, and when Nemona had undone Ditto’s shirt her hands reached beneath the fabric and felt the smooth skin of her doppelganger. Much to her satisfaction, perhaps in anticipation Ditto had already absorbed its counterpart to her own restrictive bra so there was no fabric barrier to separate her hand from her partner’s breasts. Though Nemona’s own nipples were painfully hard, she was satisfied with kneading Ditto’s breasts and thumbing their large nipples as they kissed. Caught up in the heat of the moment, it was enough to touch rather than be touched, to pleasure rather than be pleasured. There was no justification for what she was doing now.
            Ditto pulled away from the kiss. Nemona caught movement at its waist, and watched in fascination as its shorts seemed to get absorbed into its form. Her duplicate stood before her wearing only tights around its legs and hips. Much like the first time she had released Ditto in her room, there was the bulging outline of a cock straining against the fabric of the tights between its legs. Ditto put its hands against Nemona’s shoulders. She allowed herself to be guided downwards, and soon found herself on her knees in front of her duplicate. Before her was the bulge of its cock, separated from her only by a few scant inches of space and the thin material of its tights.
            Nemona reached out and felt the outline of the bulge. It was warm against her hand. She swallowed. She knew she’d had it down her throat before, but somehow kneeling in front of it the thing just looked so much bigger and intimidating. She stroked its length, and marveled at how as her own tights dampened between her legs Ditto’s too dampened as a bead of precum formed at the tip of its cockhead and bled through the black material.
            She reached up and grabbed hold of either side of the material, and looked up at Ditto’s uncanny duplication of her own amused face looking down at her. Nemona asked, “this wont hurt you if I rip these, will it?” Ditto shook its head in response.
            She pulled on Ditto’s tights, which tore with a ripping sound indistinguishable from the real material being torn. From the hole she created, Ditto’s cock burst forth, slapping her against the face as it rose, and coming down to rest against her cheek. Nemona purred happily and let it rest against her for a few moments, savoring the warmth, before she grabbed hold of the shaft and gave it a few preliminary tugs.
            “I suppose you deserve a reward for battling so hard today,” she said as she began to kiss the length of its organ. “Let’s see if I can get you to use Liquidation again...” With that she took the tip of Ditto’s cock into her mouth, and explored the surprisingly smooth shaft with her tongue. She felt Ditto grab hold of the root of her ponytail. While it still allowed her to set the pace, it applied just enough pressure when she bobbed her head down and just enough resistance when she lifted it back up to ‘encourage’ her to take more and more of its length. In short order she found herself sloppily and noisily deepthroating the dickgirl version of herself in front of the unlocked door to her dorm room.
Whenever Nemona thought that she was about to take in Ditto’s entire length, she seemed to find another inch to take into her mouth. Eventually it was too much and she gagged and sputtered around the length currently bulging out her throat and had to pull away from her malleable mistress’s member to regain herself. She coughed and gasped, and when she regarded the dick before her she saw that it had almost doubled in length from when she had freed it from its fabric prison.
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Nemona gasped, as she set back to stroking while she caught her breath. Now as determined to make Ditto cum as she was to win any battle, Nemona composed herself and opened her mouth to attempt to take its length once more. Each time she found herself eventually gagging and was forced to come back up for air but each time she also managed to take another inch or so down her gullet, but she was proving herself to be as stubborn when it came to sucking cock as she was at Pokemon battles.
Shortly into her sixth attempt at swallowing down the entirety of Ditto’s length, she heard footsteps in the hall and the sound of muffled conversation. Nemona froze, not wanting her peers to overhear the sounds of an increasingly messy blowjob coming from a door bearing a placard with her name upon it. Her copycat, doubtless frustrated at the sudden lack of stimulation while at the precipice of release, began to thrust its hips, pushing more of the organ into her mouth than she was necessarily prepared for. Nemona sputtered again, while Ditto continued to hump her face, and heard the footsteps slow outside her door.
Her ears burning, Nemona allowed her face and throat to be used while whatever students or teachers were only feet away from her murmured, separated only by a thin unlocked door. Ditto’s thrusts increased in intensity, and it forced the entirety of its inhumanly large dick down her throat, the sounds of her gagging, sputtering, and–indeed–muffled moaning were joined by the sound of her dickgirl duplicate’s balls slapping rhythmically against her chin. Quiet as she had learned to keep the activity, she was certain that other students had heard the sounds of her masturbating in her room before but such things were one of the hazards of cohabitation in such close quarters. Nemona was certain that the sounds she and Ditto were making were nothing like masturbating.
Finally Ditto gave a last urgent thrust, and Nemona felt the length of the now almost two foot length threatening to bottom out in her throat pulse while the balls that were pressed against her face clenched up. Nemona felt a warmth spread through her throat and stomach as Ditto began pumping copious amounts of cum down into her belly. Finally achieving release, her ditto relaxed its grip on her hair and Nemona was able to pull away from the firehose in her throat. Freed from the confines of her mouth, the last sizable ropes shot onto Nemona’s face, pasting her eyes closed with heaping volumes of jizz. Nemona reached blindly behind her and found the latch so that she could twist the lock before somebody walked in on her cum plastered face. It may have been her imagination, but she thought she might have heard a secondary click as she did so, as though the door hadn’t quite been completely closed when her hand had found purchase on the latch.
Nemona felt fingertips against her face, wiping the spunk away from her eyes. When she opened them, she found herself eye to eye with her own smiling face, Ditto having knelt down in front of her. Ditto leaned towards her again.
“You’re absolutely insatiable,” Nemona whispered, voice ragged, but she still happily returned the kiss. Ditto’s kisses began on her lips, but wandered to her neck. Nemona found herself craning her neck to better allow her picturesque partner access to her most vulnerable spot. Ditto’s hand, still laden with jizz, crept down towards her second most vulnerable place. She felt that hand creep beneath her shorts, and a finger teasingly ran along the seam between her skin and her tights. It lifted up the material, and then her duplicates hand slid along her skin towards the wellspring between the student’s thighs. Nemona bit down on her tongue to keep from moaning as Ditto began fingering her, again finding every hidden pleasure point along her folds.
Nemona squirmed and bit down on her hand to prevent herself from emanating inarticulate affirmations of the joy Ditto’s mouth and fingers brought to her flesh. Her squirming pressed her up against the door, which rattled with her writhing. She grabbed hold of her copycat’s wrist, and Ditto pulled away from her neck to regard her with concern.
“Let’s take this to the bed,” Nemona said, her shaking voice the barest hush.
They stood, and met eyes again. Nemona realized what she was about to do, and in that moment she did not care. Ditto seemed to know what was coming too. Both too eager to touch again, their mouths and tongues joined again before they had made a single step towards the bed. Semi-blindly, Nemona led her lip-locked lover around the corner, while Ditto pawed at her clothing. She heard the sounds of buttons clacking down haphazardly about the room as they popped from her uniform. When their legs collided with the bed Nemona took a moment to shimmy out of her shorts, and the two of them fell onto the bed together.
They rolled about together, necking and writhing, hands caressing and groping. In the end, Nemona found herself underneath Ditto, who grabbed hold of her tights and pulled. The material was no match for her passion, Nemona heard it rip instantly. Ditto grabbed hold of the base of its cock–now back to a more reasonable length, if a little intimidating to Nemona’s virgin eyes–lined it up with her pussy, and looked up at her. Nemona’s heart was beating so fast she feared it would burst from her chest. What she and her Pokemon were about to do was definitely not masturbating. Still, she nodded.
Ditto pushed forward, and Nemona gasped at the sensation of her passage being filled with cock for the first time in her life. Any thin rationalizations for what she was doing with her pet were banished by the incredible feeling between her legs. There was no denying it. She had just willingly given her virginity to a Pokemon. And it felt incredible.
Ditto fell into a slow rhythmic thrusting as Nemona’s pussy became accustomed to its girth. The shapeshifter didn’t forget to give the rest of her body attention either, it craned its head towards her neck and sidled a hand beneath her bralette. Nemona was overwhelmed as much by lovebites and the groping of her chest and the rubbing of her nipples, as she was the gradually quickening pace of the cock inside of her.
The ditto again leveraged its malleable form to its advantage. As Nemona’s pussy relaxed to accommodate more of its length, rather than simply thrusting harder to reach greater depths Ditto’s cock extended in length. The more cock her body allowed, the more was there to fill her, until Nemona felt completely stuffed by her dickgirl counterpart’s ceaseless length. She wasn’t sure how any human partner could compare after this. To her astonishment, it grew in girth as well in all the right places. As expertly as Ditto had teased out the uncharted sweet spots in her erstwhile virginial slit with its fingers, now it did the same to her canal with its cock. Despite Nemona’s best attempts at remaining relatively quiet, desperate squeals of pleasure escaped from her trembling lips.
Ditto’s thrusting grew more fevered, Nemona could feel her tits quake with each thrust of the toned waist that so matched her own. Ditto’s ever lengthening shaft finally bottomed out inside of her, and when its cockhead kissed the end of her passage it felt like a thundershock. The stimulation had become too much to handle. Nemona grabbed hold of the bedcovers beneath her as though they could anchor her as she thrashed from side to side, crying out in ecstasy as her body was wracked with inordinate, mind shattering sensations. Ditto clutched at her body and grinded its hips into hers, which was more than enough to push her over the edge and erupt an explosion of pleasure between her legs. That explosion reverberated throughout her form, and just as she thought they would die down a new burst of pleasure. These aftershocks were strong enough to feel as orgasms unto their own.
Nemona was peripherally aware that her partner too was cumming synchronously with her, shooting what felt to the recent virgin like gallons of cum directly into her waiting womb. Any time the torrent of the thick substance slowed, another wave would follow it in time with the aftershocks of Nemona’s mindblowing orgasm.
When finally their orgasms abated, the two lay panting heavily for some time, both spent from the intensity of their tryst. In her post orgasmic bliss, Nemona lifted up her duplicate’s face from where it lay upon her chest, and gave the love dazed doppelganger an appreciative kiss. When their lips parted her charming copy gave her a half lidded smile with its sunkissed freckled face, and slowly closed its eyes… And then liquified atop of her. The next thing Nemona knew she was cuddling with a goopy mass of her shapeshifting partner’s true form, what had been a turgid cock inside of her only an instant before changed in consistency to become a slimy tentacle.
Nemona’s eyes went wide. And then she laughed. Perhaps if she wasn’t still riding a blissful post-coital high she would have been disturbed by the development, but as it was Ditto was still warm and Nemona was content. And sleepy. She wrapped her arms around her pet, and let her own drooping eyelids close.
Just before she drifted off entirely to sleep, she felt a strange tingling in her womb. Either inexperience, fatigue, euphoria, or a mix of the three caused her to discount the feeling as unimportant, or perhaps a normal byproduct of such a rapturous orgasm. Soon all she knew was warmth, and sleep.
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