DIDDLED WITH A DITTO
Was it fate that dropped me here? I don't think I was born with this wanting, but I can't think who I would be today without it. So was it kindled, or just well hidden?
Yes, I loved them. One and all, and I see you cringing at that, but in my defense this need was first acted on by another. Yes, now that I think about it, I am certain. Who I am would have never been had I not met him first. He was the slime to slick the slide of my spiral, and slowly slid I did. How exactly that came about, I can only look back and remember…
I let out a loud sign as the water drips over my shoulders and down my back. I have been in the shower for so long that steam has filled the air like a warm fog making breathing feel heavy, but I've already decided I might as well enjoy myself. After all, I don't know when I will get another chance at a warm shower again for a long while. I can't get the dumb grin off my face. Today is the day I've been waiting for since I was born.
Water off, I'm starting to turn wrinkly, plus I have waited long enough. I sweep open the curtain to a bright new day. Today a legend is about to be born.
Or so I'd thought.
Instead, I find myself sitting in the shadows of an old tree, hugging my knees and trying desperately not to cry.
And no, in case you're wondering, this was not an uncommon occurrence for me.
I am Yellow. I like sweet tea, and the color pink, and am deathly allergic to the very concept of speaking to another human being. I am pretty sure that the first time I'd met my grandparents, I'd gotten hives. You'd think that living in a family that's so talkative would have rubbed off on me. Instead they just go asking all, "Yellow this? Or Yellow that?"
Don't ask me why my mom decided to give me that name. For one, my hair is brown (you might have expected blond), and long as my back though I prefer to wear it tied up under a pink cap my dad gave me when I was very young. It's a Pallet Town tradition to name their children after the color wheel, though, and I guess any name is better than Brown. Yellow just barely qualifies though. My eyes are a light hazel. She should have just stuck with that.
Sorry, you don't care about any of that.
You're wondering where this memory is even taking us.
I'm just trying to distract myself from my own pathetic self. Distract myself from the old laboratory that sits just across the way from me that I am too scared to enter. I've met the professor a few times. He seems like a nice guy, but he has a sort of energy about him that I can't understand, and never know how to deal with.
"Start with what you'll say," I mumble. That always helps when I'm trying to order food at restaurants.
"Professor, I want a pokemon."
No, that's too demanding.
"Professor, might I have…" Too formal.
"Professor, I heard that you were giving pokemon out… and I… I… oh just drown me in a pool!" I pull my cap down past my ears and start rolling in frustration. Only then do I feel something soft and squishy brush against my leg.
"Ditto."
I look down to see a small blob of pink stuff lying in the dirt beside me. He has two beady little eyes, and a thin lipped, innocent smile. "Ditto." He says again in a soft little voice, and my eyes grow wide.
"You're perfect!" I scoop him up excitedly, and Ditto melts in my hands. He's my own little glob of gloppy goop, and best of all, I don't even need to talk to the professor to get him. Ditto smiles at me in that same way. I don't think he fully understands what I'm intending. "You're my very first pokemon!" I explain to him.
"Ditto!" Says Ditto, and away we go.
Happy with my happenstance, I run home. I have already said my goodbyes to mom, but decide I may as well say them again as well as pick up my pack. I may or may not have forgotten to bring it with me earlier in my excitement to get a pokemon. As I swing through the door, my little mush ball is dripping between my fingertips. I'm losing him, but he holds on like a soldier long enough for me to seat him down on the couch while I look around for where I had left my backpack.
"Lo?"
That was a nickname my mother called me by. Little Lo was easier to say than Yellow, and sounds better too. She had caught on to her mistake early.
Mom descends the stairs, wiping her hands on her apron. She has a bubbling bosom, the kind that bounces with every step.
Sadly, your honor, as you can see I take after my father.
I catch sight of the top of my pack peeking out from behind the kitchen table. I rush over to collect it.
"How did it go?" Mom asks me. I point to the couch, and hear a soft yelp as she catches sight of Ditto. "What is it?" She gasps.
"Ditto!" Says Ditto.
"The professor gave you this?"
"Mm-hm," I lie. I hook the heavy pack over my shoulders and cinch down the straps. Heading back to the couch, I scoop Ditto up in a way where my cradling won't let him slip out this time. "Well, here I go…"
Mom beams. "I'm so proud of you."
"Right."
I speed out the door, wandering down the road and leave that loud town behind me. I don't really have a plan, but think I know where to start. I need to understand the abilities of my little pal, so after I have gotten a few good miles of trees and road between me and Pallet Town, I find a nice rock to sit on, and set Ditto down on the grass.
"Ditto." Says Ditto, wiggling giddly. I prod him experimentally in the blank belly, and he seems to like it, rippling softly but is otherwise unreactive.
"Okay little guy," I say, "What can you do?" I've never seen this kind of pokemon before and don't want to send my little buddy into battle without first knowing what he's capable of. The manual always said that was the quickest way to get your poke pal hurt in a battle.
"Can you wiggle those wild pokemon into submission?"
"Ditto?" asks Ditto. Not exactly the most useful comment. Setting a frown on my face, I decide to start with the basics.
"Ditto, use Tackle," I say. I try to mimic the act of tackling someone.
"Ditto?" Asks Ditto. He tilts what I think could be his head (everything about him looks about the same really).
"Mm, I guess not." I say, trying to remember what else the guide said. "Ditto, use Scratch?" I try, making claws with my hands and swiping imaginatively.
"Ditto?" Asks Ditto, addressing me with his eyes.
His beautiful, wanting eyes.
Yeah, it didn't look like there were any claws hidden in all that pink anyways. I guess I should know that third times the charm. "Ditto, use Pound!" (the last basic skill I know).
But, "Ditto!" Cries Ditto as he strikes my leg with a little appendage. It would have hurt more if I'd been hit by a pillow. I let out a defeated sigh. It figures that if I pick up a stray, it wouldn't understand the rules of the trainer's handbook. I wouldn't have found a problem with this if I knew any other ways to battle with him. Now I am terribly, and hopelessly lost.
"Come on Ditto, work with me. What can you do?" He wiggles, and jiggles with his smile on his face, but doesn't have anything to say. Sighing, I pick him back up, and prop him on my lap while I dig out the guide to see if I can't find any new advice.
"When going into a pokemon battle, it's always a good idea to first know, and understand the capabilities of your pokemon." Of course I already know this much, which is why I'd stopped to begin with. In my lap, Ditto is poking at the corner of the book curiously.
I continue reading, "The basic moves you can try with your pokemon are… blah, blah, blah… When asking your pokemon to make a move speak clearly, and… yeah, yeah... A good trainer knows how to plan for every encounter, and have the know how to get out of any situation. However, while preparation is good, it never hurts to experiment in the heat of battle when the need arises. Sometimes, the best strategies are ones made on the fly."
I chew on my lip. I guess that makes sense, still, I hate going into things blind. Whenever I "wing it" I have a tendency to crash and burn. I look down at Ditto still playing with the page corner. Wait no, he's trying to eat it. I tug the book gently out of his reach.
"Ditto, use Growl?" I try, unconvinced.
"Ditto!" Cries Ditto. Too cute to be anything close to scary.
"Yeah, I didn't think so." I tickle him playfully in a way that makes him squirm happily, and set him back down into the grass. "I guess we really will have to wing it then."
"Ditto!" Ditto agrees. He follows me into the taller grasses of bright and scenic Route One.
It takes a little while of us wandering around, but after a little time I see something fluttering about in the brush. It's a Pidgey! I've oftentimes seen them flying about Pallet Town, pecking at crumbs that people leave lying around. It's a perfect test for our first battle. My heart is pounding. This isn't how I'd expected it to happen, but the moment is finally here.
"Alright Ditto!" I say, trying to keep my voice calm. "Let's see what you can do. Go on!"
I expect Ditto to go wiggling out into battle like all those Pokemon in Gym battles on TV, but I guess not. I look down to see Ditto with his same little smile, but something is different. He's wiggling more, is he shaking?
"Ditto? What's the matter?"
"D… Ditto…" Even his voice sounds shaky.
"Come on little guy." I try coaxing him forward. He goes alright, but when I stop pushing, he stops moving. I have to push him all the way to a few feet from the Pidgey that watches us warily.
"Right!" I say, trying to recollect some of my initial excitement. "Let's do this!" I guess the Pidgey understands me, because it attacks almost as soon as I say this. It swoops at Ditto, and starts to peck at him savagely. Ditto cowers, and doesn't retaliate. He tries to shy away.
"Come on, Ditto," I plead, "You can do it! I know you can! Fight!" I pump my hands like a cheerleader, trying to get him motivated, but Ditto will not fight, and soon enough I can't take it anymore. I run out to wave the evil bird away. It squawks, and gives me a few deserved pecks as well, knocking my hat from my head. It flies away while also managing to drop a smelly mess in my hair. I would have cared about it more, but Ditto is so tremblingly scared.
"I'm so sorry little guy. I thought…" I don't know what I was thinking. I scoop him back up, and hold him tight. "We don't have to fight just yet, okay? Not until I find out a way that you can fight. We'll take things slow."
"D… Ditto." Says Ditto.
So obviously our first battle ended in a disaster, and now on top of everything, I feel absolutely disgusting for two reasons. First because of what happened to Ditto, and second because of that stupid Pidgey that pooped on my head. I may as well have not even bothered with the shower this morning for all the good it did me. I need a bath.
Back to home then? No, obviously not. I can't face Mom again after what just happened. Tell her all about how my first battle ended, quite literally, in crap? No thank you! The good thing about Route One is that you can always find, beyond the tall grass and thick trees, some small and private lakes where no one is ever around. I used to swim around in some of them when I was a kid, so I know of one that would work just fine.
After we've walked a bit, Ditto seems to calm down some. Enough at least that I am willing to let him down while I wash. We find one of these small lakes where the water is clear, and cool, and there is a small rocky shore where the tree line ends. I set down my pack here, and (after looking around to be sure we really are alone) my clothes. My body naked to the air, I am eager to get into the water.
"Wait here, okay?" I tell Ditto. "I'll just be a minute."
The water is cold, and gives me shivers and goosebumps all over. I step with just my feet in at first and then jump all in to get it over with. I hold my breath despite wanting to gasp at the sudden shock. Popping back up in the shallows, I start scrubbing out all the ick from my hair. I dunk my head back in, and out, trying to work out the more stubborn bits. It's so gross, but I try not to think about it.
My eyes are closed so I don't get any water in them. Soon enough, my hair feels just about smooth and clean again, but I take a few more dunks and scrubs just to make sure. As I am just about done, I hear something else splashing in the water beside me. Rubbing the water from my eyes, I look over and see… me staring back at me.
"Eek!" I take a sudden step back, my heel catches on a rock and I go under again, coming up spluttering. I look over again, but it's still me over there. I guess I'm not imagining it. My hair, my puzzled look, my curves.
Yes, I said curves. I have curves! You think I don't!? Bite me!
"Um… Hello."
"Ditto."
"Ditto?" I glance over to where I'd left my pokemon, but the pack was alone on the shore. I look back, gaping. "DITTO!?"
"Ditto!" Ditto agrees.
"But, how…" I take a closer look. He looks just like a perfect replica of myself. He's got everything: the color of my eyes, the little scar on my right shoulder where I'd once cut myself playing on rocks, my nipples on my breasts, and I look down a little further, past my belly button, and between his legs, my legs, I see my… my…
Ditto's recreation had been very thorough.
"Can you not!" I shriek, covering my own privates and splashing down into the water where he can't see me so well. My face feeling hot enough to make the lake boil.
"Ditto?" Ditto starts wading towards me. I look worried.
"Turn back! Stop it!" I shake my head violently, trying to recollect myself. "Turn back! Turn back!" After the third time saying so, Ditto understands, and suddenly melts back into his old pink self, floating (I guess he floats) on the surface of the water as a thin pink puddle. I collect him up, and wade to shore, dropping him on the rocks as I hurry to gather up my clothes.
"What was that!?" I say as I try to wring out some of the water from my hair, and get dressed. Ditto watches me unresponsively, wiggling about happily.
When I am dressed, and decent again, I reshoulder my pack. Ditto watches me all this while, and has not moved from where I've left him till I walk over, and scoop him up. Now that the initial shock of the matter has settled a bit, I am able to think a little more about things. My mind is racing at miles a minute as I fully comprehend what I've just seen.
"Can you change into other things?" I wonder aloud to him.
"Ditto!" Says Ditto in a way that sounds as close to a yes as I can expect from him. My heart is racing, I'm sure he can feel it by how close he is to my chest.
"That's amazing! You're amazing Ditto!"
"Ditto!" Ditto puffs like a pink balloon of pride.
"This is great. I can definitely use this," I mutter, more to myself. Then, "Come one Ditto! Let's have another go at that poke battle!"
Back through the trees, and back to the tall grasses, we look for our next encounter. I rustle the grasses around with new found excitement. By this time, it's starting to get dark out, so I want to find my next pokemon quick before the sun goes down. I'll need to start setting up camp for the night then, and am certain that if we don't have a successful battle first, I'll never be able to sleep. I'll be too busy thinking about the battle that would be postponed to tomorrow.
When we do find our next target, another Pidgey, I almost think that it is the same one that we had encountered earlier. It's hard to tell with all of them looking so alike, but I hope that it is the same one. I want payback for our last encounter.
"Alright Ditto! Let's do this!" I say. Ditto is silent. "Ditto?" When I look down I see that Ditto is shaking like last time. I kneel down and pat him on his little head. "Come on, don't be nervous. We've got a plan now right? I'll lead you through it."
"D… Ditto." Ditto nods, but looks not even halfway convinced. At least this time I don't have to push him out to meet the bird. He's hesitant, and oh so shaky, but he goes. I chew my lip, hoping this works.
"Ditto, Transform!" He does. Before the Pidgey's, and my own eyes he starts to wiggle and turn. His pinkness turns to whites and browns, his squishiness to feathers and down. He grows a sharp beak, and two bird claws, and soon enough I can't tell one pidgey from the other (if it weren't for the fact that one faced me, and one faced away).
I jump up and down, pumping my fists in the air. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
We're finally getting somewhere, but the battle isn't over yet. It's only just begun. I try to cool myself and stay focused, but I'm just so excited. The Pidgey, the real Pidgey, seems ruffled by this sudden twist. It flutters about warily, keeping it's distance from Ditto. It's unsure what to make of this, and dares not attack until it does. I smirk. If it's not going to make the first move, then we'll just make it for them.
"Ditto, use Peck!" I say. Ditto doesn't move. I wait for a moment to see if he's just preparing, but that doesn't seem like the case. Did he just not hear me? "Ditto! Use Peck!" I say louder. Still nothing. My excitement is dying as quickly as the Pidgey loses interest. It starts hopping idly away, pecking at bits of grass as it goes. Ditto does nothing to stop it.
"Ditto! After it! Use Peck! Use Scratch! Use something!" I start shouting. Ditto looks at me over his feathered shoulder. He's shaking again, and has eyes full of fear. "You're… kidding me." The excitement all abandoned to me now, I feel suddenly tired in its absence. I fall to my knees in the dirt, and watch the Pidgey hop freely away.
So ended my first day as a brand new trainer. Victoryless, and in terribly low spirits, I'd felt utterly defeated. That night, I found a nice sheltered place from the wind under a canopy of trees not so far from where I had bathed earlier. It was warm enough that I didn't bother with a tent, and only unrolled my sleeping mat on the clearing of dirt that I had kicked out for myself near the tree roots. I had sticks a plenty to start a fire, and warm up some camper's food that I'd brought with me, the taste of which didn't exactly improve my mood.
I had no way of knowing then, there watching the crackling fire, what the night would bring for me. If this part of me really was kindled, then it was kindled right there on the mat beside the ashes of my kindling. It's a memory I cherish. You all remember your first time too, right?
He was mine.
I'm sorry, it's hard for me to talk about this without getting a little excitement, even now. But we're not there just yet. Almost, but not yet…
"What happened back there!" I shout, my voice feeling awfully hollow in the night. "Why didn't you listen to me!? I had a plan! You should have trusted me!" Ditto is trembling. He's always trembling, and a small part of me feels bad about it, but I'm just so mad.
"You're a useless, useless pokemon! I'll never become a champion like this!" My dream, my shattered dream, it is all I can think about right now. There are tears in my eyes. My hands are balled into fists, and I am shaking them at him. Being a champion, being a master, that was my one way out. The one way that I can be myself, and not be pathetic. "You're taking that away from me!" I scream, causing Ditto to shy back several feet more. He's almost at the edge of the fire light now. It's dark as pitch in the forest beyond, the moon right now hanging behind clouds.
"D… Ditto." It's like he's about to cry. The coward's about to cry.
The poor guy.
I let my hands drop, gritting my teeth. It's not his fault, not entirely, I'm just too frustratedly stubborn to admit it. Just to think that I had even once believed I could actually become one of the greats.
There's a lot of weirdos, like me, out there in the world. Some of the greatest trainers of our time have also been the most eccentric. That's the thing, in a pokemon battle, if you're strong none of that matters. People will like you because they know you have skills. People will love you.
If you're strong, you fit in.
To think that I'd actually believed that for just once in my life I could fit in.
"I wish we had never met." I spat before I can bite the venom down. I regret it the moment I say it.
"...ditto." The straw to break the Horsea's back, Ditto shrinks away from the firelight. He becomes a little dark lump in the forest beyond, and then I can't see him anymore.
"Ditto… no…" My throat feels tight. I messed this up to, just like everything else in my life. "Don't go…"
But he's gone. He left.
"I'm sorry…"
Now I really am crying. Hot, hateful tears that blur my vision, and wet the front of my shirt. Hate for myself. Hate for everything. I sit down on my mat, and pull my knees up to my chest to hug tightly there as I let it all out. Great sobs. Spit running from the lips I can't twist out of a silent, shaky scream.
As I've said, this wasn't all that uncommon of an occurrence for me.
I cry until I can cry no more, until my eyes are closed shut, and salt stains my cheeks. Even then, my throat feels still tight and painful. I try taking several deep breaths to calm myself. I manage to get two steady ones out before I'm sobbing again. Two more breaths. It feels like I might choke.
I stay like this long past when the flames have fallen to orange embers, and then from there to dead ashes. By then I am so tired that I can't be bothered to start it again, and fall asleep to the sound of the bugs chirping, and the leaves rustling above me. The fact that I have run out of tears is the only reason I don't cry myself to sleep.
I dream that I am the champion of Kanto. I am the strongest around, and everyone knows my name. I'm still quiet, still myself, but that doesn't matter anymore. People still like me. Everyone likes me, actually, and nobody thinks that I'm weird.
But there's something missing, a little nagging in the back of my head. I try and ignore it at first. I just want to laugh and hang with everyone else, but then I realise, all these people, I don't even know they're names. They call me their friends, but why? Because they like my quirky quietness?
No.
Because I'm just so fun to be around?
Definitely not.
They like me because I am famous. They like the title, nothing more, and as I look around I realize that I don't even recognize any of their smiling faces. Panic setting in, I look round and round, searching desperately. There has to be someone that I know. Someone that I care about.
Someone that really cares about me.
I turn around, and I see him. My jiggling jam. Ditto is there waving to me, and feeling the rock in my throat, I wave back. He's here for me! I really do have at least one who cares. But as I look, Ditto's waving grows less eager. He drops his pink little hand and turns away.
No! Don't turn away! Please don't turn away!
I try to run to him, but the sea of fans is closing in. They're drowning me, holding me back. I can't move.
Ditto!
Ditto is gone. I wanted him gone didn't I? Isn't this what I've always dreamed of, a pokemon champion title? I had to give Ditto up to get it. Aren't I happy with that?
No.
I wrestle awake to the same sound of buzzing bugs echoing in the now cold night air. The winds are still now, no leaves rustling, and the moon has come out from behind the clouds. It paints the forest floor with pale light. I feel the nip of the air on my naked skin, as well as something else.
A warm something rubbing between my thighs.
I scream. There is a sudden thump, and a rustling of book pages like tree leaves. I scramble several steps backwards myself, looking up to try and catch sight of my rapist in the moonlight. There, also scrambling, and trembling like a scared kitten, I see him shaking. Me, or rather mirror me, bare and naked to the elements.
"Ditto!" I cry. There's a lump in my throat again, but I swallow it down. "You came back!"
"D… Ditto." Ditto stammers.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you? It's just that you startled me little guy." I put my hand over my slowly calming heart for emphasis, but rather than feeling the fabric of my shirt like I'm expecting, I felt the bare skin of my breast. I look down, and yelp as I finally realize that I am just as naked as he is. No wonder the cold, I swear I had clothes on when I'd fallen asleep. Did Ditto remove them? He's certainly my first suspect. How he'd gotten them all off me without waking me, I don't know.
He's always been a sneaky little snot ball.
I hear the sound of rustling grass, and I look up to see me creeping closer. Ditto's no longer trembling, and seems to have gained back much of his confidence back now that it's clear I'm not about to yell at him. He's stalking like a Persian slinking up to an unsuspecting Pidgey.
"Ditto? What's going on?" I ask, shyly. "You're… scaring me."
"Ditto!" Says Ditto, a determined gleam in my, sorry, in his eye.
I smile uncertainly. I don't want to scare him off again, but something's off. I look down, and between us I see the splayed pages of what looks like a discarded magazine. I guess he'd found something while he'd been wandering out in the forest all alone. I can just make out the wording on the top of the page flipped open in the silver light. "Six sexy positions to try on your partner to smooth things over after a fight… oh you've to be kid-"
Ditto pounces. He grabs my wrists and holds me down against the mat. His slender legs force up between mine, spreading them wide. I squirm, but he is stronger than I am somehow. When I try and cry out, his tongue enters my mouth, and his lips press to mine, and he's kissing me so well. His hair, my long brown hair, is cascading over us like a curtain that shades us from the night. Oh Arceus! He even smells like me.
His lips break from mine for a second, breath hot on my face.
"Ditto, wait." I gasp as I try and catch my own breath. "What are you trying to…" The rest is lost to me as I look down and see what I'm not expecting. That's not me down there any more; thick as a log, and shaking like a Growlith's tail wagging. It's shaped with the cartoonish like smoothness you'd see only in drawn diagrams, but I have no doubt about what it is all the same.
"Ditto, you-" His lips are on mine again, drawing out my breath. Is this really happening. Ditto is pressed to close to me now, his body warm like a furnace against the nippy night. It's like I'm pressed against a mirror, my boobs squishing against their reflection. Nipple to nipple, lip to lip, pussy to dick.
Ditto's daring, darling dick!
I taste my own tongue in my mouth. We feel each other, and it's so wrong, but I'm wet! So wet! His cock, so hard, is nothing like the squish ball I knew. His prick quivers between my legs. The tip presses on my lower lips now. I can't, I shouldn't. I want it! I want to know that it's like to feel Ditto inside me. I want to feel good. Want Ditto to feel good. I want to smooth things over between us so that we can start being pokemon and trainer again.
One thrust is all it takes. Ditto is inside me balls deep, spreading me around his girth. I moan. It's muffled by his mouth (my mouth) on mine. My back arches on the mat, my belly brushing against my belly. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. Oh, I've played with myself before, but that's nothing like this. He's a rock hard rod stuck in me, and I squeeze around him tight.
When Ditto starts pulling out, it's like I'm going with him, and when he thrusts back in it's like I'm spreading all over again. He's still got a hard grip on my wrists, but now I'm not even trying to resist. How can I? I can hardly even think right now it feels so good. My toes are curling, hands balled into fists. We're weezing like Weezings, both of us. No more kissing, we can hardly breath that way. His forehead is pressed to mine with our hot breath tickling my belly between us.
In and out! In and out!
Ditto releases my wrists as he straightens up, pressing his hands down with his weight on my pelvis so he can pull me into him and pound me harder. To think that he really did know how to Pound. I'd have laughed at the thought if I wasn't still gasping for air. Deeper than ever before! Deeper and harder! I bite down on the side of my finger to muffle the moans now that Ditto's mouth isn't there to do it for me. My eyes are shut tight because the world is shaking something fierce. My head is rocking back and forth with every thrust.
I feel a twitch inside me. He's going to cum soon, I can feel it. Why am I even worrying about him, I'm barely holding on myself. I'm going to cum. Cum! Cum! Ditto's thrusting becomes even more erratic. He digs his nails into my legs and uses them for leverage. More! More!
I can feel his dick pulsing. He's really doing it, he's cumming! Inside? Am I ready? Can a Ditto even get a girl pregnant?
I don't know.
I can't say.
I'm cumming too!
I'm cumming too!
I feel something burst inside me. Something hot and slippery filling me up, and warming my tummy. I shudder as I climax, and together we're both taught as harp strings. We hold like this for several seconds. Breathing, trying to take everything in.
"Ditto…" Then suddenly Ditto starts to melt. It's slow at first, but the slack in his body carries him down. He becomes a warm puddle over my crotch and between my legs, and I feel the soup that he'd deposited sliding out of me with him.
"That… Was crazy." I say.
"Ditto," like a sigh. Ditto starts to recollect himself, and slides up onto my belly to come to a rest on my breasts where I can see him. He's smiling as always, that little thin lipped grin. Not so innocent anymore of course, but he's still my little Ditto.
"You little perv," I giggle, "Where did that all come from?"
I have a feeling I already know. Poor little Ditto, he was probably torn up that he couldn't help me in battle because of his fear. When he'd found that mag, I guess he was thinking that he'd found another way to help me.
"But you're a bad little Ditto." I say, poking his belly playfully in that way that makes him wiggle. "You can't just go around having sex with people, okay?"
"Ditto!" Giggles Ditto. He starts grabbing my fingers, and we have a slightly different little wrestling match over the top of my breasts.
Despite all his fears, and all his hangups, Ditto still tried to do his best to make me happy. For that, I'm more grateful to him than I can ever say so in words, but it also means that now my own hangups are too glaring to ignore. After all, it was me to begin with who'd been to scared to go into the professor's lab. Maybe tomorrow I'd try and give it another go.
"I'll get you another little friend for our adventure. One that'll be able to do the fighting for us while we build up your courage."
I win our little wrestle, and start tickling the little guy uncontrollably. He tries to wriggle away from the relentless assault, but I'm not letting up. Why should I? He sure hadn't. We fall asleep again just like this, wary from our work, and I dream of sweet tea, and the color pink, and of my Ditto.
When I wake up the next morning, Ditto is still resting beside me. I stretch out the kinks of a night out in the woods, and search around to find where Ditto had thrown my clothes. When Ditto starts to stir, I have already warmed up some water for a nice tea, and some eggs.
"Morning."
"Ditto." Ditto gives out a yawn so big that I feel like yawning myself.
"Come on, get something to eat. We've gotta get back to Pallet Town."
Breaking camp is easy, I just have my bed roll. When everything is packed, I shoulder it on, and cinch down the straps.
"Guess we'd better throw this away too." I say as I start to pick up the dirty mag.
"Ditto!" Ditto catches the other end of it and holds on tight.
"Ditto, come on," I laugh, "It's disgusting. Do you even know where this thing has been?"
"Ditto!" Says Ditto. There's that determined look in his eye again.
"Fine. You can keep it." I say. I let go of my end, and Ditto snatches it up and hoards it like some buried treasure.
"Little perv."
We walk out of the woods together into a bright new day. We've got a few miles ahead of us, and I won't lie and say I'm not still a bit nervous about it, but I'm excited to see where this journey will take us as well. We leave behind our pasts in a cold night full of warm memories. We'll never speak of it again, but I know I'll still remember. Today is the real beginning of our bright new adventure, and I start to think that, yeah, just maybe today is the day a new legend will be born.
You know those clever little lies you tell yourself? I'll only eat one jelly filled donut. I look good in black.
I will not have sex with my Ditto a second time.
The first time was an unavoidable accident caused by the passion of my little blubber who didn't know any better. So, I told myself, it would not happen again, but of course you already know that as the lie that it is or else I would not be here now. People of the jury, you can judge me if you want. That is your job after all, but if you know anything about me, know this: I did not choose to love my pokemon. It was my pokemon who loved me. My own feelings on the matter were just a simple follow through.
Is that the kind of thing that you'd call fate? Maybe. To keep it simple, though, I think I'll call it by what I know. I'll call it what I've always called it…
I'll call it love.