I didn't want to be here, nor did I think it would come this far. People of the jury, I'm sorry. That you think so poorly of me at least. I understand if you hate me, but you do not understand why. All of this, every part of it, I did out of love.
So yes, if you were to ask; I am a lover and a murderer both. I won't deny that. The officer caught me with both hands covered in blood. So rather than plead innocence I will use this time to plead my truth. I'm not the villain you think I am. That man–that monster–had to die. As did the accomplices to his crimes.
And yes, I loved them. Romantically. Physically. I can see you pull away when you hear me say, but I was not the first to act on that emotion. It was them who showed me. Who I am could not have been had I never met them. And Ditto… Ditto. He was more than a pet, he is more than my pokemon, he is…
He was the slime to slick the slide of my spiral. A slide into something beautiful. I don't blame him. No. I adore him. Since the day we met it has always been him, and me…
The apricorn tree just before the professor's lab provides the shade I need for my mood. It's the warm season, but a cold wind blows past the shushing leaves, causing my skin to prickle. Rotting apricorns that had fallen without being plucked scatter around me, sweetening the air with mush. How pleasant.
Not.
The apricorns were yellow, like my name. Yellow. Don't ask me why my mom gave me that name. Yellow isn't a very fitting color for me. Maybe if my hair was blond, but instead it's a dull brown. I prefer to wear it tied up, and tucked under the pink and white cap my dad gave me when I was young. Come to think of it, that might have been seven years ago now. A consultation prize for my eleventh birthday, but still a sweet one.
Anyways, it's a Pallet Town tradition to name their children after the color wheel, and I guess any name is better than Brown Brown. Yellow just barely qualifies, though. My eyes are a light hazel. She should've stuck with that.
So, hello. My name's Yellow Brown. I like sweet tea, and the color pink, and am deathly allergic to the very concept of speaking to another human being. The first time I met my grandparents, I literally broke out in hives. You'd think that living in a family that's so talkative would've rubbed off on me, but you'd be wrong! And today's the first time Professor Oak has advertised his pokemon venture since I turned eighteen. And here I am. Rather than going in, I'm pathetically talking to you. Thanks for the distraction, my inner dialogue.
I've been wanting to go on the professor's pokemon journey since I was two years old, and have been waiting this whole time. I was close. So, so close to it seven years ago when I'd finally turned eleven. I thought I'd finally had my chance. But then, in that very same year, the accident happened, and The Department of Pokemon Handling raised the minimum age to eighteen. It was one of the saddest birthdays of my life, to say the least.
I pretty much locked myself in my room at twenty-four seven, reading up on pokemon since then. But now it's different. Now I really have my chance, and already I'm stuck under this tree. Why am I like this!?
I've met the professor a few times. He seems nice, but he has a sort of energy about him when it comes to pokemon that I can't understand, and never know how to deal with.
"Start with what you'll say," I mumble to myself. That always helps when I'm trying to order food at restaurants.
"Professor, I want a pokemon." No, 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 around among the roots in frustration. Only then do I feel something soft and squishy brush up against my leg.
There's a gooey squeak! "Ditto!"
Looking down, I 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. "Ditt-o!" He peeps again in a soft little voice, and my eyes grow wide. Just what is this little creature? He looks like a pokemon, but he's all purple-pink and squish!
"You're perfect!"
I scoop him up, and hold over my head to inspect. Ditto melts in my hands. He's my own little glob of gloppy goop! Best of all… I glance at the quiet lab of the professor and grin. Best of all, I don't even need to talk to the professor to get him.
Ditto smiles at me in that thin lipped way. I don't think he fully understands what I'm intending. I sit up with a triumphant gleam.
"Ditto, you're my very first pokemon!"
"Ditto!" Says Ditto.
And off we go! Happy with my happenstance, I run all the way home. I've already said my goodbyes to mom, but decide I may as well say them again as well as pick up my backpack. (I may or may not have forgotten to bring it when I left earlier.) As I step through the door, my little mush ball is practically dripping between my fingers. Oh Arceus! I'm losing him! But he holds on like a trouper long enough for me to sit him down on the couch while I look for where I'd left my pack.
"Lo?"
Lo's a nickname my mother called me by. Little Lo was easier to say than Yellow, and sounded better too. She'd caught on to her mistake early.
Mom descends the stairs, wiping her hands on her apron. I do like my mom. She tries to understand me. Try being the big word there. It's just hard for a normie to understand the struggles of a recluse. Rather than answer, I catch sight of the top of my pack peeking out from behind the kitchen table, and go to collect it.
"How'd it go?" Mom asks. I point to the couch, and hear a soft gasp as she catches sight of Ditto. "What is it?"
"Ditto!" Says Ditto.
"The professor gave you this?"
"Mm-hm," I lie. I hook the heavy pack over my shoulders, and clip in the supports over my chest, and hips. Then I cinch down all the straps. Heading back to the couch, I scoop Ditto up, and cradle him in a way where this time he wouldn't slip. "Well, here I go…"
Mom smiles at me. "I'm so proud of you."
"...right."
I bow my way out the door, and onto the front porch. Then the door is closed, I take a deep breath. "Right!"
It's time! It's actually time! The moment I've been waiting my whole life for. Just maybe I won't be getting a Pokedex, but so what! Battling is my real jam! So, racing down the road, I leave that loud town behind me. I don't have a plan, but I know just where to start.
Trainer manual 1.0, first chapter, first page. First I need to understand the abilities of my little pal. So, after I've 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 giddily. I prod him experimentally in the blank belly and he seems to like it, rippling softly.
"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's 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.
"Ditto! Use Wiggle!"
"Ditto!" Ditto wiggles, but that seemed more like a feature than an actual move.
It was worth a shot, but I didn't exactly have high hopes for that idea to begin with. Frowning, I decide to start with the basics.
"Ditto, use Tackle!" I say, and try mimicking the act of tackling someone.
"Ditto?" Asks Ditto. He tilts what I think could be his head. Everything about him just looks like mush really.
"Mm, I guess not." I try to remember what else the guide book said. "Ditto, use Scratch?" I make claws with my hands and swipe imaginatively.
"Ditto?" Asks Ditto, addressing me with his eyes.
Oh. Those wanting, adorable eyes.
Yeah, it didn't look like there were any claws hidden in all that pink either. I guess I should know that third time's the charm. "Ditto, use Pound!" (the last basic skill I know).
But, "Ditto!" Cries Ditto as he strikes my leg with a little appendage. The strike causes his whole body to jiggle. It would've 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'm terribly, and hopelessly lost.
"Come on, Ditto. Work with me. What can you do?" He wiggles, and jiggles with a 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 better 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 that much. It's 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 has 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 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, and set him back down into the grass. "I guess we really will have to wing it!"
"Ditto!" Ditto agrees. He follows me into the taller grasses of bright, and scenic Route One.
It takes a little bit of wandering, but before too long I see something fluttering about in the brush. It's a pidgey! I've often seen them flying about Pallet Town, pecking at crumbs that people leave lying around. A perfect test for our first battle. My heart's pounding. This isn't how I'd imagined it, 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 those pokemon in gym battles you see on TV, but apparently not. I look down to see Ditto with his same little smile, but he's wiggling more. Is he trembling?
"Ditto? What's wrong?"
"D… Ditto…" Even his voice sounds shaky.
"Come on, little guy." I try coaxing him forward with a gentle push. 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 immediately. Swooping at Ditto, it starts pecking at him savagely. Ditto cowers, but 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 won't 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. Just before it flies away, it manages to drop a smelly mess in my hair. I would've cared more about it, 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 yet, okay? Not until I find out a way in which you can. We'll take things slow."
"D… Ditto." Says Ditto.
So, obviously, our first battle was a disaster. And now on top of everything, I feel absolutely disgusting for two reasons. First, because of what happened to Ditto. Second, because of that stupid pidgey that pooped on my head! Why!? I may as well have skipped 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! But All is not lost. 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 in them when I was a kid, so I know of one nearby.
After we've walked for a bit, Ditto seems to calm down some. Enough at least that I'm willing to leave him by the shore while I wash up. This small lake has crystal clear water, the shore of which is covered in smooth gray stones just out of the tree line. I set down my pack here, and (after looking around to be sure we really are alone) my clothes. My body so exposed, I'm eager to get in the water.
"Wait here, okay?" I tell Ditto. "I'll just be a minute."
The water's cold, and gives me shivers and goosebumps all over. I step in with just my feet at first, then dive to get it over with. I hold my breath despite wanting to gasp at the sudden shock. Popping back up in the shallows, I give a high pitched shriek at the bite of it. Eager to not stay in too long, I scrub out all the ick from my hair as best as I can. I dunk my head back in, and out, trying to work out the more stubborn bits.
Oh it's so gross! Try not to think about it. Try not to think about it!
When the water drips into my eyes, I close them shut, and keep scrubbing. Soon enough, my hair feels just about smooth and clean again. I take a few more dunks and scrubs for assurance. As I'm just about done, though, I hear something else splashing into the water by 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 moments later spluttering. I look over again, but it's still me over there. Am I imagining it? My hair, my puzzled look, my curves.
Yes, your honor, I said curves. I have curves! You think I don't!? Bite me!
"Um… Hello." I say to me.
"Ditto."
I blink. "Ditto?" I glance over to where I'd left my pokemon, but the pack is alone on the shore. I look back, gaping. "DITTO!?"
"Ditto!" Ditto agrees.
"But, how…" I take a closer look. He's 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, and I see my… my…
"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 feels hot enough to make the lake boil.
"Ditto?" Ditto starts wading towards me. I, or rather he, looks worried.
"Turn back! Stop it!" I shake my head violently. "Turn back! Turn back!" After the third time screaming, Ditto understands, and melts into his old pink-purple self. His globby body floats (I guess he floats) on the surface of the water as a thin, cute puddle. I gather him up, and wade to shore, dropping him on the rocks as I hurry to collect my clothes.
"What was that!?" I ask as I wring out water from my hair and get dressed. Ditto watches me unresponsively, wiggling about happily.
When I'm dressed, and decent, I reshoulder, and strap on my pack. Ditto watches me all the while, staying where I've left him. I walk over, and scoop him up. Now that the initial shock of the matter's settled in, I'm able to think a little more about it. My mind races at miles a minute as I fully comprehend what I've just seen.
"Can you change into other things, Ditto?" I wonder aloud to him.
"Ditto!" Says Ditto in a way that sounds as close to a yes as I can expect. My heart's racing, I'm sure he can feel it with 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 on Ditto! Let's have another go at that battle!"
"Ditto!" cries Ditto.
Back through the trees, and to the tall grasses, we look for our next encounter. I rustle the grasses around with new found vigor. By this time, it's getting 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, but I'm 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 it's the same one we'd encountered before. It's hard to tell, of course. They all look so alike, but I hope that it's the same one. I want payback for our last encounter.
"Alright, Ditto! Let's do this!" I say.
Ditto's silent.
"Ditto?" When I look down I see Ditto shaking again. I kneel, and pat him on his little squish 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 will work.
"Ditto, Transform!" He does. Before my eyes, he starts to wiggle and change. 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.
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 focus, but I'm just so excited. The pidgey, the real pidgey, seems ruffled by this sudden twist. It flutters about warily, keeping its distance from pidgey the Ditto, in case he strikes. I smirk. If it's not going to make the first move, then we'll just make it for them.
"Ditto, use Peck!" I cry.
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! Come on. Use Peck! Use Scratch! Use something!" I shrill.
Ditto looks at me over his feathered shoulder. He's shaking again, and has eyes full of fear.
"You're… kidding me." The excitement abandons me, 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 shelter from the wind under a canopy of trees not so far from where I'd bathed. It was warm enough out that I didn't bother with a tent, and simply unrolled my sleeping mat on the clearing of dirt that I'd kicked out for myself near the tree roots. I had sticks a plenty to start a fire, and warm up some camper's food I'd brought with me. The taste of 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. I'll be honest. I'm ashamed to admit this next part. But it's the truth so I will have it heard. That's what this room is for, isn't it? The truth?
In my defense, I'll say I was still young, and rash. I was fixated on what could have been. I expected more than what my love could have done at the time.
Even so, it was a poor excuse for what I said.
"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's trembling. He's always trembling, and a small part of me feels bad about it, but another part just doesn't care.
"You're a useless, useless pokemon! I'll never become a champion like this!"
My dream. My shattered dream. Lost to me when I was eleven years old, now trampled upon by this squishy oaf! There are tears in my eyes, my hands balled into fists, and I'm shaking them at the culprit.
I have always wanted to be a champion. To be a Pokemon Master. To be the best of the best. Not for fame, though. Not for the fortune. It was my one way out. The only way I could 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 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 was stupid think I'd even believed I could actually become one of the greats. Pathetic. But still… I felt painful tears threatening at the back of my eyes.
There're a lot of weirdos, like me, 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, strength is the only part that matters. It didn't matter if you where nerdy, or shy, or quiet. People will like you because they know you have skills.
People will love you.
And maybe that's what I really wanted. I do love my family, but they never truly understood me.
To think I'd actually believed that for just once in my life I could fit in.
"I wish we had never met." I spit 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. It hurts. I messed this up too. Just like everything else in my life. "Don't go…"
But he's gone. He left, and it's too late for me to whisper, "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 tight as I let it all out. Great sobs. Spit running from the lips I can't twist out of a silent, shaky scream.
I cry until I can't cry any more. Until my eyes are closed shut, and salt stains my cheeks. Even then, my throat feels so 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'm 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. I've never felt so alone. The fact that I've run out of tears is the only reason I don't cry myself to sleep.
I'm the champion of Kanto. I'm the strongest around, and everyone knows my name. I'm still quiet, still myself, but that doesn't matter anymore. People like me. Everyone likes me, actually, and nobody thinks I'm weird.
But there's something missing. A little nagging in the back of my head. I try to ignore it at first. I just want to laugh and hang with the rest, but then I realize, all these people, I don't even know their 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.
Do they like me, or do they like what I am? They like me because I'm famous. The title, the money. I don't know these people.
Panic sets in. I look round and round, desperate to find someone that I know. Someone that I care about. Someone that really cares about me.
Then 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 person 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's gone. I wanted him gone didn't I? Isn't this what I've always dreamed of, a pokemon champion title?
I can't move!
I'm a pokemon champion who cant move.
I'm—
I wrestle awake to the same buzz of bugs echoing in the now cold night air. The winds are still now, and it's colder out. No leaves rustle, 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's a sudden thump, and a rustling of pages like tree leaves. I scramble backwards myself, looking up to try and catch sight of my rapist in the moonlight. There, also scrambling, and trembling like a scared meowth kitten, I see someone. 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, but rather than feeling the fabric of my shirt like I expected, I feel the bare skin of my breast. I look down, and yelp as I finally realize that I'm just as naked as he is. No wonder it's so 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 off without waking me, I don't know.
He's always been a sneaky little snot ball.
I hear the sound of rustling grass, and look up to see me creeping closer. Ditto's no longer trembling. He seems to have gained some confidence now that it's clear I'm not about to yell. 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 vaguely. I don't want to scare him off again, but something's definitely 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 moonlight.
"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 open. I squirm, but he's stronger than me somehow. When I try to cry out, his tongue enters my mouth, and his lips press to mine. He's kissing me! His hair, my long brown hair, cascades 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 to 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. Something dangles between his legs, thick as a log, and quivering like a growlith's tail. That bit is definitely not something he got from me. His penis is shaped with the cartoonish smoothness you'd see in drawn diagrams, but I have no doubt about what it is.
"Ditto, you —" His lips are on mine again, drawing out my breath. Is this really happening? Ditto's pressed so close to me now, his body warm like a furnace against the nippy night. It's like I'm pressed against a mirror, my breasts squishing against their reflection. Nipple to nipple, lip to lip. My sex being rubbed by his 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. I can't, I shouldn't. I want it! I want to know that it's like to feel Ditto inside me. I want it to feel good. Want Ditto to feel good. I need him to forgive me so we can become pokemon and trainer again. And then—
One thrust is all it takes. Ditto's inside me deep, spreading me around his girth. I moan out in painful pleasure. It's muffled by his mouth (my mouth) on mine. My back arches on the mat, my belly brushing against him. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. So intense. So feral. And he's breeding me like a pup.
When Ditto tries 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! My toes are curling, hands balled into fists. We're weezing like weezings, both of us. He's being too rough. It hurts, but I don't want him to stop! Nor would he if I begged him for it. He's just so eager to let out his lust.
We're no longer kissing, we can hardly keep our breaths. His forehead's pressed to mine with our hot breath tickling my belly between us. Ditto releases my wrists as he straightens up, pressing his hands down on my pelvis so he can pull me into him, and pound me harder. To think, he really did know how to Pound. I'd have laughed if I wasn't still gasping for air. It was almost too much. The angle now massaging such a sensitive part. 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 shut tight because the world is shaking around us. My head rocks with every thrust.
I feel a twitch inside me. He's getting close, I can feel it! Why am I even worrying about him? I'm barely holding on myself! I'm going to—Oh Arceus! It's just too much! Ditto's thrusts become even more erratic. He digs his nails into my legs, and uses them for leverage. More! More!
I can feel his growing taught. He's really doing it. Inside? Am I ready? Can a Ditto even get a girl pregnant?
I don't know.
I can't say!
It's too late, I'm coming!
Ditto gives a high pitch "Diiiiii!" as he bursts inside of me, pumping load after load as I fall into utter bliss. I shudder as I orgasm, and together we're taught as a cinched string. 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. I feel his rod slip out of me, letting his gooey seed spill out too.
"That… Was crazy." I say.
"Ditto," like a sigh. Ditto recollects himself, and slides up onto my belly to come to a rest on my breasts. He's smiling as always. That little thin lipped grin. Not so innocent anymore, but he's still my little Ditto.
"You little perv," I giggle, "Where did that come from?"
I have a feeling I already know. Poor little Ditto. He was probably torn up about the fact 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!" Burbles 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 was too scared to go into the professor's lab. Maybe tomorrow I'd try, and give it another go.
"I'll get you another friend for our adventure. One that'll be able to do the fighting for us while we build up your courage."
"Ditto!"
I win our 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 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's 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. By the time Ditto stirs, I've already warmed up some water for a nice tea, and some powdered eggs.
"Morning."
"Ditto." Ditto lets out a yawn so big I feel like yawning myself.
"Come on, get something to eat. We've gotta get back to Pallet Town."
Breaking camp's easy, I just have my bed roll. When everything's 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's 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."
"Ditto!"
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. 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.
In some ways, I was right. Just not in the ways I'd imagined.
You know those clever lies you tell yourself? I'll only eat one jelly filled donut. I look good in black. I won't have sex with my Ditto a second time. Or a third time… or…
I told myself the first time was an unavoidable accident caused by the passion of my little blubber who didn't know any better. I told myself, it wouldn't happen again. But of course you already know that as the lie that it is. Else I wouldn't be here now would I?
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 didn't choose to love my pokemon. It was my pokemon who loved me. My own feelings on the matter were just an inevitable reciprocation.
Is that the kind of thing you'd call fate? Maybe. It's true to say I had no say in how it began. But what's done is done, so fate or no, it seems I'll soon bear the consequences. So instead of asking about blame, I'll ask you, dear jury, what you call this. The event that started it all.
Was it love? No, not yet. But it was certainly a seed towards it. It was the primal lust of two beings caught up in their own emotions. That is not love, but do not doubt what I say when I say I do still love them. It's a slow burn, a kindled fire with the sparks of which only beginning in that first night. What it became is the devotion it truly is. That's why I call it love.
