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_ File Name: _ Vanilla Kink

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_ File Type _: Story:Adult:F/M:Ditto x Human

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_ Details: _ Today's flavor is brought to us by _ Guri _, one of our awesome Patreon supporters who requested… well, you'll see. _ Additional Notes: _ While understanding that Dittos are genderless in the games and can be either gender or both at the same time (depending on form), Maya identifies as female, regardless of her genitalia or lack thereof, and will be referred to as such.

I think he knows.

Maya glanced sideways as Zack stuck his hand in the bag of barbecue chips on his lap, taking a few out to crunch on while Fabulous: Tales of Ledyba and Alolan Meowth played on the flat screen in front of the worn but still comfortable couch they were sitting on. Friday night was movie night, after he got home from work, and it'd been her turn to pick. While he'd initially shook his head at her choice, he seemed to be getting more into it as the episode progressed, leaving Maya (who'd seen this episode before) to think.

While she wasn't certain that he knew, Zack wasn't an idiot. He could certainly be clueless, at times, but who wasn't at one point or another? Look at her, for example. She'd thought out conversation after conversation in her head and still couldn't figure out a way to tell her partner that she found sex boring.

Maya, a Ditto, found SEX to be BORING.

It hadn't always been boring. Try as she might, she couldn't figure out exactly when her boredom with sex had started, only that she was. Regardless of if she had boy bits or girl bits, sex always seemed to boil down to “stick this there" and a messy exchange of fluids. Whether she was a clumsy Lopunny who tripped and lifted her tail to show off her pussy while sprawled out on the floor or a Poochyena humping a stuffed pillow with her little cock or some other 'mon that she, or Zack, had taken a fancy to… it all just blurred into sameness.

The worst of it was, she should just be able to tell Zack that. He was her partner of eight years, after all. But, really, how did one go about doing that?

“Hey, Zack. I think sex is boring."

Yeah. How well would that go over? Besides, it's not like they didn't try spicing things up. As a Greninja, she'd been tied up to the four corners of the bed, whipped with a riding crop as a Ponyta, had clothespins pinched along her nipples and udders as a Miltank, gotten hot wax dripped along her scales as an Arbok, and so many other scenarios that she felt ungrateful that they just didn't excite her as they once did.

What else is left?

Maybe if she knew, she could tell him. Then, she'd at least have something they could do that would arouse her instead of holding her tongue about it. As it was, she didn't tell him “no" when he tried coaxing her into being interested, like now, as the fingers of his clean hand were stroking her unshifted form. Not because she felt obligated that she should be having sex with him but because she really did want to have sex with him and enjoy it as much as she once had. So, each time, she kept hoping that this scene, this kink, this moment… she would be swept up in the sensations she had first experienced when everything was so new and exciting.

But she wasn't.

It wasn't that it didn't feel good; the light and gentle strokes he was doing along her side right now were causing her to wiggle internally, feeling warmer with the affection. Even the rougher times like his nails leaving crescent marks in her rubbery Wigglytuff skin as he rammed into her from behind, or when his fingers had pressed tight enough into her long Lugia neck to have caused her breath to come up short and from the intense thrill, had definitely not been bad.

They'd been really, really good.

But the sensations that were so hot, so strong, would only hold their brightness for a handful of minutes before dialing down and becoming a tenuous flick of candle flame, in danger of being snuffed out. It left her frustrated, in more than one way, especially since it'd gotten to the point where she couldn't even climax most of the times they had sex.

Which is why she was certain he knew.

Probably.

“Maya?"

Her purple skin flushed, uncertain if he was saying her name for the first time or having to repeat it because she was lost in her thoughts. His fingers were still stroking along her side, more of a tickling sensation as he moved them upward.

“How would you like to try something new today?"

If she had visible ears like a Growlithe or a Meowth, they'd have been perked up in interest. As she did not, however, a simple but hesitant nod was what she offered instead.

While Ledyba shouted on the television, Zack shifted his hips so that they were spread wider, moving the chip bag to the floor while brushing the barbeque powder remnants on his fingers against his jeans in an attempt to clean them off.

“Come here, Maya." His voice was a dark whisper, the use of her name making her body tighten with uncertainty. Usually, he'd use the name of the Pokemon he wanted her to change into like “come here, Mightyena" or “take that dick, Flygon," if they were already having sex…

Did he want her to choose which Pokemon to be?

“Maya." There was a hint of a warning as he said her name and she hastily moved, that familiar tease of excitement dancing in her chest as she went between his legs on the floor.

“Good girl." Her ripple was visible that time, her body trembling at the praise that was often times used and very much enjoyed. “Well, then, get to it."

His hips jutted up from their seat before he sat back, arms stretched along the back of the couch, making it clear he had no intention of even unzipping his pants. Well, in most of the Master/pet play, he seemed to prefer the Gardevoir (though the gender could be either or both, depending on what game he had in mind) so she focused on the idea of a female Gardevoir, some of the prior excitement fading as her body shimmered.

“No."

The stern tone made her stop abruptly, the glow of her shifting flicking out as quick as the snap of a switch.

“Did I say to transform, Maya?" His words were well-enunciated and deep, though her name was drawn out into a disgraceful twist that made the eagerness within her lift its head like a young Houndour looking for a treat.

Swallowing when his eyes locked on her, staring hard at her, she gave a small shake of her entire body before lowering her gaze.

“No. I did not."

The harsh disappointment in his words made her flinch, her body shrinking in on itself.

“Now…" She glanced upward but kept her gaze away from his eyes, his tone a little softer but still low. “If you'd like to be a good little Poke'whore, get to work."

The warmth within her flared so hotly that it took her off guard. Reluctant to trust it wouldn't die abruptly, she still had that little squirm of hope that made her want to try this new game Zack was playing with her, to see if this was what she was looking for.

Giving an apologetic murmur, she moved closer to him, stretching her body upward as she extended her “arms," making them appear more tendril-like in appearance though still with no hands or fingers. One helped balance herself on his leg while the other reached to undo the zipper on his pants. A sharp slap of his hand knocked it away and caused her to cry out, cradling the struck tendril with the unharmed one.

“What a worthless fuck you are, Maya." The casually spoken words should have hurt like the physical slap he'd given her but, instead, made the heat within burn brighter. “Who told you to use those? You have a mouth for a reason and Arceus knows it wasn't to be a good conversationalist." There was a sneer before he held up a single finger. “I'll give you one last chance."

The last three words were sharply punctuated and she shivered again, her lower lip trembling.

“Get it right this time, Maya, or," he wiggled the fingers of his resting hand, “I'll take care of it myself."

Dread made her choke, the very thought suffocating. Shaking her head frantically, Maya shrunk her arms back to their normal size. Still using them to keep her balance, she leaned forward towards the noticeable bulge of Zack's jeans. A musky, male scent was permeating through the cloth and she couldn't help but flick her tongue out to try and taste him. The jean material was rough on her tongue but she could just make out the salt of his body over the moisture sucking fabric.

“Maya." The warning tone in his voice made her body jolt, a soft whimper of protest leaving her lips.

Moving forward, she took his zipper into her mouth, the metal cool and coppery tasting as she pinched her lips over it to tug it down. Having to twist and tug, the zipper fought her but lost the battle as she finally coaxed it to the end. Zack's scent increased, flooding through the pores of her body as she drew it in with a pleased warble.

His hips flexed upwards, the jeans opening further to show off the red briefs with black diamonds he wore under them. His hard cock was barely contained, his flushed skin showing through the loose flap of material.

Not wanting another threat or scolding, Maya leaned her head down to rest it on his right thigh, pressing her mouth through the opening in the jeans and reaching her tongue out to try and pry the briefs away. Tongue curling as the cotton material felt fuzzy and dry, she pushed onward until she grazed the warmth of his flesh and tasted the true essence of his skin.

Hearing his quiet sigh, his hips insistently pressing towards her, Maya's tongue peeled back the layer of his briefs, still catching traces of his cock here and there until she finally worked it free of its cloth prison, allowing it to spring upwards to freedom.

Pursing her lips tight, she moved close enough to observe a cluster of small curls peeking out of his boxers, encircling the base of his cock without traveling further up. Flicking her tongue out to wet her lips, her body squirmed with remembrance of his having entered her pussy and ass, that fluttering feeling beating the flames within her so that she was panting on his dick. Hearing him take a breath, Maya reacted quickly, certain he was about to tell her to “forget about it" and that he'd “take care of it himself after all."

Running her tongue along his shaft, she moaned at the soft texture and salty taste, hastily lapping along the length of it. The air he'd taken in came out in a groan, his cock pulsing and slapping against her lips as she continued to lick and even place soft, sucking kisses along the skin. Coating his cock with her love, she moved to take him in her mouth and jerked back when he thrust up, almost losing him from her mouth when his hand whipped out to force her back down.

“Choke on it, bitch." His words came out as a crack of thunder. “Or I'll find someone else to show me how badly they want my dick!"

Her protest was muffled by the thickness of his cock, pushed back down her throat as he forced himself deeper into her mouth. Swallowing, his cock taking up most of the room in her throat, she breathed through her pores to keep from suffocating. It was enough but just barely. Gurgling, she felt her saliva drooling down the corners of her mouth as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth, using her throat as he pleased.

“Tighter, Maya." The command made her insides coil with uncertainty and excitement. “Or I'm going to think you don't want it."

Sucking in earnest now, Maya bobbed her head in sync with his hand and cock, her throat flexing as she both sucked on him and gagged on him in different intervals. Her eyes were watering, wanting to gulp a deep breath of air as her pores worked to draw in more oxygen, but she refused to let up from working on getting him off. As determined as she was, she couldn't help but choke as he hit the back of her throat in a way that made her cough and his cock fell from her lips.

“Some cock sucker you are," the scorn in his voice made her give a ragged wheeze, trying to protest it. “I bet a Seviper could have taken it, no problem."

Gasping as she tried to catch her breath, Maya tried to get words out but the thickness of her saliva mingled with his precum was too thick to allow her to get anything but a garble out.

“Well, if you can't suck properly, maybe I'll just use you like a cock sleeve, Maya. What do you think?"

He didn't allow her a chance to speak, merely picking her up and sliding them in a way so that he was laying on the couch with her still between his legs. His hand wrapped around her body, squeezing it against his cock as he began to use his right hand to jack off with her body acting as a thin film between his palm and shaft.

“Ugh… you're warm at least." He gave a sharp laugh, his stroking not letting up. “Get that mouth of yours back around my cock, Maya. I don't want to make a fucking mess on myself when I can use my little sock puppet."

The pressure of his hand around her body wasn't painful; more odd, really, to feel it moving without her control. Her body flushing with something other than indignity, her typically light purple skin taking on a deeper hue, she obediently opened her mouth. Maya wasn't even offered the dignity of taking him in her mouth herself. A forceful thrust shoved his cock right past her lips, filling her her mouth but not quite reaching her throat. Her startled gasp only allowed him to claim more of her mouth, pumping into her as easily as he was the rest of her body.

“Yeah! Just like that." Zack's voice came out as a pleased moan, his grip tightening as his strokes became more of a spasm around her body. “Keep your mouth on my dick like a good whore or I'll force you to watch while I cum without you and leave you to clean up the mess afterwards with your tongue, got it?"

His words were hissed through his teeth, his breathing ragged as his pumping increased in speed. All she could do was bob her head along with his strokes in a pseudo nod of understanding while her body flexed and trembled, the heat so bad within her she wanted to curl up in an attempt to ease the ache. Instead, all she could do was hold onto him tighter as he gave a shuddery laugh.

“Ha… Here it comes, whore." Giving a grunt, his fingers slid up from along her body to the back of her head, holding her in place while he threw his head back into the cushions, hips jerking as he gave a loud shout.

A rush of thick, salty warmth flooded into her mouth, his hand squeezing hard enough that the heat within her shattered under the pressure, her vision blurring and spinning at the same time. In that instance, her body lost its shape, held up only by the steadiness of his hand while his cock continued to spurt its seed into her mouth until it had emptied itself completely.

“Swallow, Maya."

His voice sounded further than it ought to have but her throat still flexed, swallowing her Master's cum in one large gulp followed by a smaller one. Still dazed, she recognized being moved but couldn't focus on the sensation long enough to determine why she was or what was happening beyond the feel of motion. Thankfully, it didn't last long, just the short trip from his hips to his chest. A light stroking sensation ran along what would have been her back, had she been able to maintain of a form and been less of a puddle. Her eyes more than half closed as his voice whispered quietly, the sounds of the television still playing but impossible to make out in the state she was in.

“Good girl, Maya." The warmth from before was more of a muted glow now, brightening faintly at his words. “That wasn't too rough for you, was it?"

At the hint of concern, she offered what she hoped was a reassuring negative but might have just come out as a sleepy mumble.

“I'm so proud of you." Enjoying the warmth of his hand along her skin, her body spread outwards to lay atop of him rather than in a lump, all without her bidding. “I know we've never really tried something like that in your natural form… Did you like it?"

Nodding her head against his chest, Maya placed a light kiss at his collarbone, indifferent to the thin bit of cloth that divided her from his skin. At his light chuckle, Zack's petting became more of a knead that made her sigh and stretch herself even further along him.

“Did you want to take a quick soak or rewatch the episode, Maya?"

Her body clung to his save for a flick of her arm towards the direction of the television and, even then, it went right back to hugging him.

“Alright. We can do that."

His body shifted only enough to grab the remote, a quick click restarting the episode from the beginning. The rise and fall of his chest mingled with the steady thudding of his heart made a small smile play along her lips before she closed her eyes, having been more interested in continuing to cuddle than to really watch the episode again. From the light pressure of his arm around her, she thought he might have understood that and didn't want to part just yet either.

Maybe sex isn't so boring, after all...