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Today marked my first real test as an apprentice Pokémon Breeder, to catch my first Ditto. The daycare branch I worked at had a small reserve for the amorphous creatures deep in the forest it bordered- most of them were low leveled and easy to catch, a fact I was glad for especially since this Ditto would be my first Pokémon. I readjusted my cap and slunk deeper into the woods, keeping an eye out for gooey pink blobs unaware of my presence.

Ducking under a low-hanging branch, I spotted my first target, alone in a field. It rolled along the leaf-covered ground, somehow managing to keep the dirt and debris out of its goo-body. The Ditto halted at the edge of a fallen tree and then began to cling to it, climbing up the log. Once it reached the highest point on the wood did I make my first move, grabbing a rock on the ground and hurling it at the Pokémon. It impacted with a dull splat, the rock getting lodged in the Ditto's viscous body.

The Pokémon seemed to hardly notice the stone embedded in its mass, and oozed down the opposite side of the log, the rock clattering onto the wood as it was ejected from the Ditto's body. It would seem that I'd have to get down and dirty to catch it. I dashed out of my hiding spot, my thick boots crunching the underbrush beneath them. Leaping, I poised my right foot forward into a falling stomp. It wasn't very effective; the slimy Ditto-body caused me to slide right off of it, and did no harm to the Pokémon itself. However, it did have the effect of causing the normal-type to finally notice me, and I rolled to my feet.

Its beady black eyes locked with my own, and then the Pokémon's shape began to shift and warp. Soon, I was staring a representation of myself in the face, and that pseudo-human shifted into a fighting pose. I mirrored him, and then made the first move, dashing forward to thrust my palm into his stomach. He blocked me deftly, following up with an attempted punch at my face. I dodged down, sweeping at his legs, but he foresaw the move and leapt backwards, balancing precariously on the log it had difficulty climbing just moments before.

Now, the Ditto dashed forward, his arm reared back for a punch that I could easily deflect. Yet as the balled up hand approached me and I moved to block, it bent at an unnatural angle and shot past my defenses. It collided with my face, spinning my head on my neck. The impact sent bits of spittle out of my lips, and my body spinning to the muddy ground. I wasn't going to be beaten that easily, however, and as soon as the world stopped spinning I rolled forward and made another move to punch the Pokémon.

My fist connected with a sickening crunch, it sank into my doppelganger's face almost too easily. The Pokémon's false flesh stretched and distended from the blow, before reverting back into pink goop that wrapped around my arm and trapped it. It raised its fists once more and pulled back for a devastating blow. Before it could complete its wind up, I grabbed it by the shoulder and swung my foot up, kicking it in the chest and pushing it away, tearing my arm free of its grasp and yanking off an arm that dissolved into pink goop. It stumbled, tripping over the fallen three and lost its transformation, reverting back into a normal Ditto.

I pulled out the Pokéball I had tucked away in my pocket and expanded it. Then, walking over to the woozy critter, I tossed the ball onto its woozy body. With a flash of red light, the Pokémon disappeared into the sphere, rocking it a few times. I held my breath as the button flashed red for a third time, crossing my fingers with my hand on the "b" button.

Suddenly, it burst from the Pokéball and launched itself onto my face, smothering it with its pink gelatinous body. I could hardly breathe through the goop, and I shook my head violently to fling it off. It clung to my face as though it was some sort of blobby zombie trying to suck my brains out through my nostrils. My spastic shaking seemed to have some effect, and the majority of the gooey Pokémon was thrown against the trunk of a pine- the rest clung to my hair like bubblegum.

Wiping my hand through the slimy gunk coating my hair and shaking it away, I glared at the Ditto who had so narrowly escaped acquisition at my hands. The beast tried to slink to the roots of the tree, but I grabbed at its sticky body and pulled it away. Like silly putty in my hands, it stretched out and the black lines of his face were elongated grotesquely. I wanted to heave it into the air and watch it fly off into the distance, but my assignment was to capture it, so I did not.

I looked at the Pokéball it escaped from- it still littered the ground, useless. My only one, too. Keeping the Ditto at arm's length, I began the trek back to the daycare, intent at taking one of the spare Pokéballs they had and capturing the goo monster once and for all. It struggled as I walked back, trying to seep out of my grasp and away from me, but I constantly readjusted my grip, as if kneading dough in midair. The leaves and bushes underfoot crinkled and crunched as my boots smashed them into the sandy ground on my way back to the daycare.

Somehow in its frantic struggle, the blob's goopy body had enclosed itself around my hands and slid halfway up my arms. I cursed, and sprinted towards the daycare's storage building where they held spare Pokéballs for trainers who's Pokémon had created an egg while staying at the daycare. The door, worn and wooden, easily caved to my fierce kick and I removed my boot as best I could, grabbing the ball drawer and opening it with just my foot and toes. I jammed my hand into the assortment of plain Pokéballs, hoping that one would react and capture the damned creature.

A bright flash of light, like a camera taking a picture blinded me, and my arms were suddenly free. Then, a ball in the drawer clicked shut, locking the Pokémon inside for good. Now I just had to find it. A single Pokéball in a drawer full of nearly one hundred. It'll be a pleasure. With no outer signs that the Ditto was inside, I tossed ball after ball behind me, littering the floor with so many balls- so very many many balls. Balls that bounced off walls, balls that answered phone calls, tall balls so tall that balls would fall. Some balls rolled out into the hall, no balls were the balls I was looking for.

At last, I reached the final ball in the drawer. There were no others, this had to be it. I tossed it out, waiting for my new Ditto to pop out. Instead, it collided with the wall across the room and fell empty to the floor. There was no way that none of those Pokéballs contained a Ditto, right? The sound of metal rolling on the linoleum floor caught my ear, and I spun to pinpoint the sound. A lone Pokéball was spinning its way towards the door, and as it spun I saw the glimpse of a flat-lined mouth and two black dotted eyes. It almost had gotten away!

I grabbed a few of the discarded balls that littered the floor, and chased after it- as soon as it saw me heading its way it bowled past the other Pokéballs in its way and made a break for the door. I kicked away the Pokéballs in my path and sprinted after it as best I could with a single shoe on. Just as it reached the door frame I pounced, landing on both the pseudo-Pokéball as well as about 12 others. As soon as I had a grasp on the Ditto-Pokéball, I smashed it against the other Pokéball in my hand, causing them both to erupt in a flash of light.

The ball dropped onto the floor, shaking slightly until it finally locked with a beep. Thank God for that, I doubt I would have been able to chase it any farther. I grasped the Pokéball firmly, and left the shack, leaving an assortment of Pokéballs on the floor for the unlucky sap who got saddled with cleaning duty to pick up.

However, no matter how high or low I looked, I couldn't find my teacher. It irked me to know bound, I almost wish I had a punching bag to beat on. The Pokéball on my belt wiggled almost tauntingly. I would use the Ditto as an outlet of stress, were it not for the fact of my damned morals getting in the way. Had it been a wild Ditto, I'd see no problem with relieving a little anxiety and angst upon it. The ball shook once more, almost insistently. Irked, I pulled it off my belt and released the creature inside of it.

Now that I had caught it, the Ditto seemed almost friendly, gliding across the ground with a crude representation of appendages out for a hug. It grabbed at my bare leg and enwrapped it, the goo of its body seemingly drowning the small hairs on my leg with its slime. While I was a bit touched by the gesture of affection, my disgust outweighed it and I tried to shake the Ditto off of me. It clung to me with abominable strength, yet I managed to shake it and send it head over heels, or rather bottom over top. The Pokémon seemed adorably angry at the treatment, and shook its stubby appendages, repeating its name.

"You need a name, don't ya, little guy?" I murmured to him, which seemed to cause him to stop talking. I hummed to myself, going over names in my head. "How about Diesel?" The Ditto appeared to cock his head, although he could have just been slouching to a side. I guess that could be taken as a yes. Extending my arm out, the Ditto slinked forward and engulfed it in a gooey grasp. It slid up my arm, all the way to my shoulder and reformed, babbling happily.

From afar, I spotted my teacher walking across the daycare grounds and dashed over to him. "Teach! I've finally caught a Ditto!" He seemed surprised by this revelation and congratulated me in rather generic words. Then, he looked across the field, and dashed off, into the storage shed. Before I could warn him, he slammed the door shut and a loud crashing sound emanated from the building, along with a long groan. For a moment, I contemplated going and helping him up, but I decided against- his cold congratulation was bad enough, I didn't want to deal with a lack-luster thank you in addition to it.

I glanced across the field, searching for what the instructor had been looking at, but all I could see was the empty grass. Sure, a few Pokémon frolicked here and there in it, but overall it was desolate. Shrugging, I decided to walk to the front desk and get a new assignment for my apprenticeship there- hopefully not cleaning the storage shack. I didn't get farther than a few paces before I was frozen in my steps by a powerful psychic barrier.

The air in front of me warped and distorted until what seemed to be a physical hole appeared, and an Abra appeared, its slanted eyes glaring menacingly at Diesel and I. A phantom limb grasped me by the throat and lifted me off the ground, Diesel jumping off my shoulders and transforming into the Pokémon it sought to fight. The transformed Ditto looked at me for an order, but the grip on my neck silenced any words that may have attempted to come out of my mouth. I merely pointed at the beast, jabbing my finger in the air.

Perhaps with the transformation Diesel learned how to read minds as well, and it shot off a psychic attack towards the Abra, blasting it backwards and forcing it to release its grip on my throat. I inhaled great big breaths of glorious oxygen, before attempting to stand once again. A bit woozy, I knelt, and yelled out another attack for Diesel to use. However, the opponent Abra had already vanished, teleporting away.

My dizziness vanished almost as quick as the Abra did, and I stood up shakily. Something strange was going on, and I was going to find out what. The first thing I'd have to investigate was that Abra and who better to question than my instructor, who must have been running from him in the first place. Grabbing the now normal-formed Ditto, I jogged back to the storage to shack, only to find it empty, all the Pokéballs scattered to the far-side of the building. An adjacent door squeaked open with the wind and, following my instincts, I tip-toed towards it and put my ear on the wall- listening intently for signs of life inside.

Instead, I got a much bigger confirmation- that of my teacher's body being thrown through wall on the other side of the door. The wood crashed and splintered as the body obliterated the wall and slammed into the one opposite. With a groan, he stumbled to his feet, rubbing his head. Almost immediately, he was slammed into the wall by an invisible hand- the force lifting him off of his feet and making him blue in the face.

"H-hey now, I said I was sorry..." he managed to choke out, and the grip on his neck loosened. From the hole in the wall, the Abra from before edged out, a glare on its face.

"Just what have you done now, Teach?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose. Diesel mirrored my motions, going as far to extend its gooey nub of an arm to replicate the movement. The Ditto hopped off of my shoulder as I took another step forward and leant against the wood of the wall.

"I might have had some... relations... with this... err... fine Abra..."

"Come on, more matter and less art with it," I replied sternly, not very keen on listening to his inane drivel that he was keen to.

"T-the point is," he said, "I did... something... with her, and left in the morning before she woke up. Quite clearly she is a bit... peeved, to say the least."

A glowing white fist of energy slammed itself into my instructor's stomach and he spat out a mixture of bubbly saliva and copper blood. Then, a melodious voice telepathically entered my ears, saying: "And with good reason! Without a word of warning he left me while I was still in bed! Now stand back so he can take his punishment!"

With these final words, she continued to unleash psychic attack after psychic attack into my teacher's stomach, each one more devilish than the one before it. He kneeled under the blows, coughing up spittle and coagulating blood. Shrugging, I turned away from the sight and walked away- what my instructor does, or rather who he did, in his spare time was of no interest to me. And who could deny the temptations that breeding Pokémon titillated? Besides, it was easy enough to satisfy the urges, just a few sprits of a breeding aid, one that every daycare has on-hand at all times, and the recipient of the spray is neigh-irresistible to most, if not all, Pokémon.

I passed the stock of red-blue bottle of pheromones on my way to the main building of the daycare. Eyeing them, I picked up a single one and rolled it in my hand. It appeared to be a regular spray-bottle, its red-blue label said only "Essence", and even completely sealed the bottle radiated an alluring scent. Diesel began to lean to the sprayer in my hands, cooing lightly, and slid down my arm towards it with small nubby appendages extended.

Replacing the bottle and locking the cabinet seemed to sever the Ditto's attraction to it and I continued onwards to the daycare's main building. However, the Pokémon was not quite satisfied with the bottle being just out of its reach, and it hopped off of my arm and slid towards the cupboard, beating against it with its small gooey arms. Before I could pull it away from the cabinet, the Ditto oozed through the crack between the doors and engulfed the still warm bottle.

As soon as its pink body seeped into the spray bottle, it transformed into jagged geometric shapes that easily tore through the wooden and glass doors. Once it destroyed the door that bound it, the Pokémon leapt at my face, enwrapping it with a gooey smother. I yanked at its body, trying in vain to pull it off of me as it attempted to ooze down my throat. Its viscous form tried to worm its way into my nose, yet my frantic tugs finally tore it away and tossed it to the ground.

The Ditto's form shifted, taking on the shape of myself. With his new body, he pinned me to the ground with absurdly flexible limbs. Rubbery teeth bit into the nape of my neck while the Ditto enwrapped me with an octopus-like grasp. His limbs, while still retaining their flesh color and texture stretched preposterously long out of the replicated clothing that hung loosely on his body. Pitch black eyes trailed over my skin and the mouth that had affixed itself to my neck released, undoubtedly leaving a deep purple mark on my skin.

The Ditto's clothing began to shrink until it was skintight, and then it melded with the Pokémon's flesh until I was completely bound by what appeared to be a nude copy of myself, whose arms and legs were replaced by tentacles. They bound me in place as the Ditto aligned himself with my body, rubbing against my ashamed erection. While lifelike to the touch, there was something off about the flesh, as if it was made of silicon, rather than the replicant goo it truly was devised of.

Despite the futility, I struggled all the same, trying in my vanity to free myself from this devilish Pokémon's grasp. He resisted my attempts at first, but with a burn in my gut, not to mention my arms, I managed to pull apart the appendages on my arms, rendering them back to the pink goo from which they formed. In spite of this sudden disability, the Ditto persisted in his assault. A thick cock, foreign to even my breeder knowledge had affixed itself to my representation's groin.

It secreted a syrupy solution from the tip, one that mirrored the scents of the "Essence" used in breeding. The liquid dribbled down the head, plopping onto my stomach through my ripped shirt. Gooey tentacle arms emerged from the torn arm sockets of the Ditto, about as thick around as my forearm and assumedly made of the same substance that Ditto itself is made of. With slaps sounding like a wet-noodle flopping against flesh, they affixed themselves to the remains of my clothing and removed the last of it.

The secreted goop piled into a thick gel on my chest, warm and lightly throbbing like a faintly beating heart- it coagulated around two delicate pricks of flesh and contracted in a crude method of pinching. Above me, the thick line of the Ditto's mockery of a face turned to a smirk as the pseudo-flesh began to melt off and transmorph into the familiar pudgy face of a Ditto. The tentacles that rested upon my nipples slid lower, leaving a trail of slime down my chest and onto my belly where they rested briefly before delving beneath my waistband and tearing the shorts and underwear to shreds and releasing my painfully aroused member.

I could have sworn that Diesel snickered as his goo coated appendage caressed my cock, taunting it with agonizingly slow squeezes that milked an off-white ooze out of it. The Ditto bent forward, coming just inches within my face as though he was about to kiss me, but backed off at the last second and pressed the tip of his oddly shaped member just beneath my ballsack. Its gummy discharge rested just below my balls before it quivered, and encircled me by the shaft in a gel cockring. It rolled upwards, as through it was a condom being applied on in reverse, until it reached the very tip of my penis, and remained open-ended.

The gooey mass pulsed and throbbed around my cock, gripping it in a wet fleshy hold while the Ditto forced itself higher compared to myself. Diesel's dick aimed itself downward and the Ditto himself lowered onto me. Its body now more pink than flesh-toned, in some places it was almost transparent, while other parts remained a light pink mixture of imitated human flesh and Ditto gel-body. The goo that grasped my member pulled it upwards to meet with Diesel's descending cock and its open end widened further until the very tip of the Ditto's cock was within its grasp.

With a snap, it glued shut, the viscous coating merging with the Ditto's body- now a single piece with it. The Pokémon slid itself lower until the tips of our members met with a light kiss. He lowered further, my cock pushing against his own until it yielded to me and I invaded into the Ditto's urethra. The elastic passageway constricted around my member tenfold to any woman or man I had sex with before, around six by an estimated count.

Before I could continue to reminisce much further, the Ditto's hold on me tightened, and a tendril of goo began to slide into the crevice of my rump, prodding at a delicate hole with a thick paste of slick pre to ease its entrance. I bit my lower lip as the miniature tentacle probed my sensitive insides, pressing against hot walls of flesh that contracted with every movement it made. The tendril poked at a particularly sensitive nub and I couldn't help but let out a sharp moan and slide back farther onto it.

Diesel continued to sink onto me until finally the tip of his member prodded against the base of my shaft- my own cock firmly imbedded deep into his own. The tight canal of the Ditto's urethra shivered around my cock, a rubbery sensation that pulsated down my shaft and shuddered up my spine. He clenched himself around me, strangling my member with an indescribable heat. The fleshy goo swirled the skin of my cock, massaging it in gentle twists.

"G-gonna cum..." I muttered to no one in particular, perhaps I was talking to the Ditto whose flesh squeezed and suckled at my member, or to Arceus himself. Regardless, the fact still stood true, and not a minute later I blasted a sticky jet of cum into the Ditto's groin, a direct entrance from the canal that milked me dry. Diesel mirrored my moan as well, and as that invading tendril removed itself from my rear, it left me a goopy present to rest in my bowels. The world began to spin, it seemed like the Ditto drained something else from my body, and I promptly passed out.

I awoke in bed and thankfully clothed, although I pitied the poor person who had to do that job of clean-up. With a groan, I sat up and examined my surroundings a bit more carefully. It was the dormitories alright, I could tell by the rotten smell and drab décor. My instructor sat in a chair next to my bed. He was leaning backwards, balancing on only two legs of the seat with a magazine propped up in his lap which he seemed to be reading intently. Emblazoned on the magazine's cover was "Psychic Weekly!" which was what I could only assume to be some sort of magazine that held the best tips and tricks for training and treating psychic types.

Clearing my throat I said, "M-mind telling me what happened, Teach?"

He grinned and set the chair down, tossing the magazine aside and revealing a large orb in his lap, an egg.

"Boy, you musta had a rough night, I reckon!" He spoke excitedly, as though this was the most exciting moment in his life. He had a shit-eating grin on as well, a cocky smirk that irked me to no end. "We, or rather the cleaning boy, found you in the middle of a hallway, naked and covered by a Ditto. Needless to say, that boy didn't get to have a pleasant night either. Regardless, we found you with... Diesel was it?" I nodded. "On top of you, and this," he gestured to the egg, "next to your body."

"Well, now that is fine and dandy, but what is the egg?"

"Ah yes, the egg," he chirped cheerfully. Then, taking a pause much too long to be for a breath, he said, "It's yours."

"Mine?"

"Yes indeed."

"But where did it come from?"

"Where did the world come from?"

"You must have some sort of clu-"

"Well, I do know that YOU made it."

"Me? I'm a human, I can't breed with Pokémon!"

"Well, where do you think all the Ditto in the wild come from? They can't very well breed with themselves now, can they?"

"I... uh... always thought they just... err... split in half?"

"Nonsense!"

"But what am I supposed to do with an egg!?"

"Hatch it of course! You are a breeder, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts! We've spoken long enough, now hatch that egg and release it into the wild!"

"Teacher! What about-"

"I'd love to stay and continue this discussion," my instructor began, picking up his magazine from its discarded position on the floor, "but I have some business to attend to."

He tossed the egg to me and walked briskly out the door, closing it shut with not much but a click. The cream and green egg wobbled slightly when I placed it on its base, and I poked at it until it tipped over to its side and rolled across the table. I lifted the egg up and put my ear to its cool surface, listening to any sounds that may be happening inside. Nothing. Sighing, I fastened my belt and clipped the Pokéball that held Diesel in it to it and dropped the egg into my backpack.

Locking the door as I left my room and the dingy cabin that was the dormitories, I set off for the forest once more, intent on dumping this egg. The wilderness was bursting with liveliness in the mid-afternoon sun- the sheer perkiness of nature causing my already throbbing head to pound even harder with each step. Lively sun rays beat down upon my back harshly as I hiked, the light canopy of trees only providing a meager amount of shade to protect my neck from sunburn. From afar, I could hear voices- I guess I was nearing the clearing where I was told to catch a Ditto, and there were other breeders-in-training who were there to capture their own.

I unzipped my pack, taking out the egg. It had gotten considerably warm in my backpack, and from the inside I could hear small noises that sounded like gooey flesh beating upon a porcelain shell. It shook in my grasp, nearly hopping out of my grip. I set it down on the ground and watched shake and wiggle about, cracks appearing on the surface of the egg. Then, with a blinding light, it violently burst open, the shell of the egg almost exploding into a thousand pieces.

In its stead was a purple-pink Ditto, similar to Diesel in size, although a smidgen smaller. It scooted towards me, nub-y arms outstretched, but I pushed it away and turned it towards the clearing.

"Go on now, get! There's a couple of nice fellows down there who would love to meet you, ya little abomination." The Ditto looked back at me, a bit crestfallen, but as I gave it another push towards the sounds in the clearing, he sucked in his girth and waddled through the tall grass to find his new trainer.

And it didn't take long for the breeders-in-training to find the Ditto, either. "T-there's one!" the first stuttered, while the second cowered behind his back. The one who spoke appeared to be a brown haired male, while the other breeder-to-be was a female with red hair.

"W-what should we do?" She asked nervously, and even from my distance I could see a glimpse of recklessness in the boy's eye.

"We're gonna catch it!"

As soon as he said that, the boy dived towards the Ditto, who dodged the attack exceptionally well for being a newly-hatched Pokémon. The boy was unrelenting, however, and continued to leap at the Ditto. While this game of cat and mouse continued, the girl began to edge towards the Pokémon from behind, tiptoeing across the ground. Her foot landed on a twig and snapped it, causing the Ditto to spin and leap at her, engulfing her head in its pink goo-body.

"Serah!" the boy cried out and rushed to help his female friend. He clawed at the Ditto's body to no effect, his slashes simply passed through the goo that the Ditto existed of. There must have been some sort of an effect, however, as the Pokémon slid off of the girls face and underneath her shirt.

"Eeeeeyahhhhh!" she screamed, pulling off her blouse in an unfeminine fashion. The Ditto had encircled itself around her breasts, pinning them down like a bandage binding. "G-get it off of me, Dari!"

Before the boy could make a move to help her, she dashed off into a grove of trees, leaving her blouse and partner behind. Shocked, Dari fell to the ground, staring at the entrance to the clearing she disappeared into.

"S-serah..." he muttered, "you forgot your shirt..."

I merely sighed and began the hike back to the huts, perhaps I'd see these two there later. No matter- if the two of them couldn't capture a level one Ditto, they probably weren't cut out to be good breeders anyway. And besides, by the looks of it, they couldn't have been any older than twelve. As I approached my bedroom door, I couldn't help but notice the light that seeped from the gaps, and I placed my hand on it carefully before flinging it open. It wasn't even surprising to see my teacher in my bed with the Abra from before. The two were asleep, one was snoring, and neither had the decency to cover up their nudity. It'd take ages to get those stains out of both my sheets and my mind.