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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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     Enveloped in the slimy mass of her Ditto, Nemona awoke squirming from the bizarre, almost electric, sensation of a wriggling tentacle probing the deepest reaches of her womb. Her Ditto, still sleeping soundly, by all appearances had instinctively extended a lavender pseudopod deep inside her body while the two had been entwined in their post-coital comas.
     Nemona quickly peeled off the Ditto from her body, which came away from her upper body with a squelch. As she worked Ditto’s body off of her it became apparent that her bralette had somehow ridden up—or had been pushed up—in the night. The gooey substance was harder to get off of the bare skin of her chest, having almost formed a vacuum, she felt a suctioning sensation and then with a pop her breasts were free… And a little different than she remembered. Her breasts were fuller than before, they felt heavier, and they almost tingled. In particular her nipples, larger and with wider areola than she’d fallen asleep with, felt alive with sensation.
     Her heart pounding at her discovery, Nemona pulled Ditto away from her body with panic. Its malleable body slid neatly away from her stomach, however Nemona again encountered resistance as she peeled Ditto away from her crotch. As it had with her breasts, Ditto’s body stretched out rather than peeling off neatly, but this time the pop that had previously signaled the freeing of her flesh instead accompanied the pseudopod which filled the channel between her legs breaking off from Ditto’s main body. As the appendage popped off Ditto’s eyes opened wide, and it let out a startled squeak at its rude awakening.
    The rest of her extrication from her slimy encasement was made easy between Nemona’s increasing sense of urgency and by Ditto reconstituting itself into its typical, more compact, form. Once the two were separated, Nemona set Ditto down trembling, and turned her attention to her folds. She spread her labia apart, and could see pink goo packing her passage. She pinched the detached pseudopod and attempted to pull it out, only to have the tendril slip out of her grasp, retreating deeper into her channel. Nemona thrust her fingers deeper, chasing the elusive tendril, only to feel it squirm deeper into her body. Nemona couldn’t help but cry out as the wriggling mass surged past her cervix and beyond her grasp. She grabbed at her crotch and bit her lip at the electric shifting sensations inside her, but fortunately the intruding slime had settled down and she was able to regain her composure.
     She gave Ditto, who was giving her a look somewhere between concern and guilt, a sidelong glance. “Ditto… What, exactly, did you do while we were sleeping?” Nemona asked.
     “Dittoooo,” it replied, with a confused and worried expression. Nemona studied it, but could find no malice or deception in its innocent face. She sighed.
     “Alright… But if I find out you did this on purpose I’m sending your Pokeball over Fury Falls.” She said.
     Nemona returned Ditto without protest to its Pokeball, and went into the washroom to assess the damage. She stripped and examined herself in the mirror. She cupped her tingling breasts with some amount of trepidation. They felt tender. Her tits were definitely larger than the night before, they felt heavier too though thankfully they maintained their perkiness. While she was more of a sports bra or bralette kind of girl, she figured she’d gone up almost a full cup size overnight.
     So if her breasts had undergone such a dramatic change, what about her… Nemona placed a hand on her abdomen, above where she figured her womb to be. She decided that she felt full there, but it didn’t feel alive the way that her breasts did. There was some small relief. Mr. Jacq had mentioned something about Dittos being able to do ‘extensive restructuring the human reproductive system’, and if that was responsible for the feeling she had in her bosom that probably meant that her uterus was still safe. Her unexpected breast enlargement had been more than enough for her, it twisted her stomach to imagine something transforming her cunny.
     The fullness was still somewhat worrisome, but at least it was still. She figured she must have scared the little pink mass into stillness when she’d tried to pull it out, since she didn’t feel the little thunder shocks of its questing movements any longer.
     It totally squicked her out knowing she still had some Ditto goo inside of her. Standing with her legs parted in her bathroom, she hoped it would just come out on its own, but it seemed to defy gravity. Nemona decided that as long as she was up early she’d have to stop by the nurse’s office before class to make sure that—
     Ro-to-toto-to! Her train of thought was cut short by her Rotom alarming in the other room. So much for waking up early. Not being the type to leave much room between her wakeup time and her class time Nemona swiftly returned to her bedroom and silenced her alarm before getting ready for school. She didn’t want to invite speculation as to her reason for going to see the nurse by skipping class for it, so her visit with Nurse Miriam would have to wait until one of her spare periods.
     After a Bullet Punch fast shower, Nemona attempted to tug on a bralette but found it difficult to stretch it over her enhanced chest. She had some success with a sports bra but found her breasts were too tender to stand compacting that much. Defeated, she decided to forgo any kind of chest support and with some difficulty she pulled the white top of her school uniform over her bare flesh. It was now a tight fit, and Nemona noted with some displeasure that the outlines of her unprotected nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Fortunately, her leggings and the remainder of her uniform were easy enough to change into. Finally dressed and with no time for breakfast—somehow there never was—Nemona sped out the door, through the halls, and tried to ignore the bouncing of her unsupported chest.
     The doors to the language room were locked when Nemona arrived, Mr. Salvatore shared her tendency to arrive to class at the last minute although she suspected his reasons were more sartorial than her own. She saw her rival playing on her Rotom by the door. Nemona waved, but Arven stepped in front of her and gave her one of his signature broad dopey grins. The shaggy haired student was really more of a friend of her rival than her, but he was kind enough (if a bit weird) and they had been talking a lot more ever since the whole Zero Lab thing.
     “Nemona!” He started, “I came early hoping to pick your brain about the Biology project. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show.”
     “Hey, I beat the teacher, that’s all that matters,” Nemona said. “As for Bio, you’re probably better off talking to Mr. Jacq. That breeding stuff is so dull, I’m probably just going to hand in a Rockruff egg again. Now, if you need help with Battle Studies I’m your girl!”
     “Well, it’s sort of Battle Studies related, actually… I want to breed a Pokémon with my Greedent’s Stuff Cheeks ability, but I’m not having much luck I’m afraid… Do you happen to know if there are even any other Pokémon that can learn an attack like that?” Arven asked.
     Nemona raised her gaze briefly, and in that instant a thousand battles flashed through her mind. A second later she said, “Gulpin and Lechonk, off the top of my head. Oh, as well as Swalot and Oinkologne of course, but that probably went without saying.”
     “Thanks! You may not come off as very bright, you’re like a human Pokedex when it comes to stuff like this,” Arven said, gratefully. While Nemona trying to process his words as a compliment or an insult, she noticed his gaze wander downwards to the enlarged swell of her breasts. Nemona was used to guys glancing down at the girls while they talked, she’d even caught Arven do it dozens of times, but this time he seemed to have some difficulty raising his eyes back from her chest. It was like they were caught in a Spidops web.
     Before Nemona could say anything, Mr. Salvatore’s voice cut over the din of the gathered students as he apologised profusely, and in a number of different languages no less, for his tardiness. Looking as though he had stepped out of a fashion magazine, Mr. Salvatore set to unlocking the door and swarm of uniformed students started to build around him. Nemona shrugged off the building flush from Arven’s lascivious look, and started towards class. She took about two steps forward and then had to reach out and brace a hand against the wall, as a single but overwhelming spark of sensation went off inside her abdomen.
     The single eye of Arven’s that she could see through his shaggy hair looked at her with concern. He asked, “are you okay?”
     Nemona took a deep breath and scanned her body before she answered. She could still feel the Ditto slime inside of her, didn’t feel any more movement or anything else stimulating her from inside. She guessed that the slime had just shifted when she started moving. After class she really needed to get to the nurse’s office to take care of this, her spare couldn’t come soon enough.
     “Yeah it’s… It’s just cramps,” Nemona fibbed. Sure enough that put an end to Arven’s inquiries. Arven was old enough to know not to pry about a lady’s cramps.
     Rather than sitting close to her rival like she typically would, Nemona found a seat at the back of the class where people would be less likely to notice the absence of her bra or sudden fullness of her bosom. Arven, still looking concerned, sat next to her.
     Mr. Salvatore took his position at the head of the class. After another brief apology for his tardiness he began his lecture on the language of the Johto region. Nemona stared at the clock. Her mind began to wander, most often towards new battle strategies she wanted to try out and her dreaded visit with Nurse Miriam. Then she felt it.
     Nemona gasped at the sparks of sensation from the pseudopod inside of her shifting and moving again, making questing movements within her deepest depths. A tentacle slipped out of her womb and began exploring her canal from within.
     She rubbed her thighs against each other to try to distract from the sensation, and found herself glad that she had a reputation for shifting in her seat. The tentacle in her channel began pushing against her walls and sliding back and forth, Nemona winced as she was teased from the inside.
     A couple of students glanced at her, but turned their attention back to Mr. Salvatore. The teacher drew a spiralling の on the board and said, “yes, this is noh, but I don’t mean that in a negative way! In Johto, noh actually indicates possession.” He flipped up the collar of his jacket and said, “for instance, this is Salvatore noh Style! Let’s do a bit of practice, we’ll go around the room and everyone can try to use the Johto noh. Carmen?”
     Unable to try to stop the capricious ooze without sliding her hand under her shorts in the middle of class, Nemona simply squirmed and tried to withstand the bizarre yet titillating feelings between her legs. As students began standing and delivering their answers to Mr. Salvatore, Nemona realized that she was going to have to stand and speak while this was going on inside of her.
     Despite the humiliating situation, she could feel a steadily growing bead of arousal inside of her. Her pussy moistened, which allowed the tentacle inside of her to twist and thrust faster and more easily. She tried her best to remain silent, but still little squeaks and stifled moans escaped her. The glances from her classmates came more readily, and lingered longer.
     To her horror, her nipples began to stiffen, becoming all too prominent beneath the white material of the tight white top of her school uniform. She spared a glance at Arven, and saw him staring alternatively between her stiff nipples and squirming thighs.
     The movements inside of her became more bold, to the point where she genuinely started to feel like she was being fucked in her seat. Then the mass inside of her seemed to find the path towards her ovaries. Two more tentacles extended into her tubes, and it was like twin thunderbolts going off inside of her. Nemona bit down on her lip as her eyes rolled upwards. Her breath grew more ragged and she could feel herself sweating profusely. As the three tentacles from the main mass in her womb thrust into their respective holes, Nemona’s sweat permeated her white top and made the outline of her dark areolae all the more visible.
     “Nemona?”
     It was Mr. Salvatore. She gripped the edge of her desk, and, arms shaking, lifted herself up. The eyes of practically every student was on her, they could see her flushed face, her hard nipples, and she was certain that her fluids were sliding down her thigh. Her unseen lover didn’t seem to care, and continued to fuck her with abandon. She could feel the tentacle in her cleft press up against her g-spot, and she very nearly buckled over her desk.
     “D… Di… Ditto, noh… Ditto noh… Ditto noh Nemona!” She finally managed to spit out! And just in time. No sooner were the words out than her knees buckled from an overwhelming surge of pleasure. She collapsed into her chair, and felt a warm sensation inside of her as the tentacles squirted some warm thick substance inside of her in sync with her orgasm. All three of them. Which meant that her ovaries must have been coated. In fact, they suddenly felt alive with sensation, and it was all that Nemona could do not to curse as they pulsed in time with the aftershocks of her public release.
     “Umm… Close, but that would actually translate to Ditto’s Nemona rather than Nemona’s Ditto. I, uhhh, admire the theatrics though,” Mr. Salvatore said. “Arven?”
     Arven stood and said, “Mr. Salvatore! May I take Nemona to the nurse’s office?”
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