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“See ya later, Big Kitty! Don’t go too wild on those lucky ladies!”

The heel wrestling feline groaned in embarrassment as his trainer called out to him as he was guided into the back area of the daycare, really wishing she’d stop being so innocent-acting when it came to simply being away from each other. Fucking hell, if he wanted a ditzy princess, he would have stayed in Alola instead of hitching a ride to Kanto on a plane.

But no, he wanted to have an adventure and battle with other Pokemon that weren’t the same old Bewear, Palossand and Vikavolt that loved trying to see if they could beat him type advantage-wise, and here he was stuck with a girl named Carrie whose got about as many brain cells as there are Pokemon in this daycare.

Which totaled to one, since it was just him here ...Actually, you know what? He’s gonna use his old wild name here. Fuck being called his species name or that sorry excuse of a nickname his human called him, he’s Flynt.

Anyway, Flynt noticed the lack of another presence here right away, taking a rest by the tree in the middle of the fenced-off field and catching a peek of the car that had driven him and Carrie to the daycare departing in the distance. Good, she’s finally gone and off his junk. He can actually relax without her trying to dumb her way into places that were strictly for Pokemon.

...You know, it’s actually not so bad being the only guy here. The old folks must have thought that their place was loaded when Carrie arrived with Flynt and just rolled with it without actually checking if someone was here for breeding purposes. Jokes on all three of them, Flynt was as straight as spaghetti noodles when it’s wet and no pussy in the world’s gonna change th-

“Breed?”

Flynt had been resting his eyes after a long day of fighting tooth and nail with his trainer to not be dressed up to go to a daycare center to fuck some unlucky gal who’d have to deal with his barbed dick-granted, the barbs aren’t supposed to hurt, they’re just assertive brushes to help reach those spots that girth alone couldn’t get to-so when he popped them open, he was surprised to see….

“A Ditto?” Yep, there was the gelatinous purple blob situated as his crossed feet like a discarded mass of gelatin that steadily went back before it got into a pipeline for sludge and came to life for payback.

“Breed?” They had asked again, making Flynt roll his eyes at their seemingly braindead request. Must have been hardwired for taking dick and only taking dick to a point where they don’t even get used for battles.

“Sorry, I’m gay. As in, I only wanna see what it’s like to be with another guy and maybe get my rocks off with them.” Sometimes Flynt had to clarify because for some reason just saying he was gay these days was somehow not convincing enough to the people that asked why he was never trying to get surrounded by groupies every chance he got.

Well, that and groupies tended to be under eighteen and he’s not the kinda cat to fall for jailbait.

“Breed.” It seems that it was the only word they knew, for it was all they said before they started slithering away with that derpy smile on their face and left Flynt alone. He looked around to where they had left and was met with a picket fence, so they must have come from somewhere nearb-

“Breed?” Flynt turned around and had to do a double take. The Ditto was back, in the same position as before and looking at the feline with that same smile.

“Uh...didn’t you hear me? I only swing for guys and you can’t breed guys. Run along now.”

“Breed.” They were gone too, going the same way they left and disappearing before Flynt could see if they were just going around to try and make him change his answer with repetitive questi-

“Breed?” And right on time, he turned back around to see the Ditto back at his feet. This game of Will The Cat Break was getting stale and he just confidently told them off while getting back into his lounging position.

“No.”

“Breed?”

“N-O.”

“Breed.” He could hear them leaving but he made sure to keep his eyes forward in case they were indeed just trying to mess with him. But when nothing happened for a little bit, he cracked his eyes open and saw no one there. Good, must have gotten through to them. With that, Flynt went back to just sitting and waiting for some trainer to drop their Pokemon off so he could socialize with another soul that wasn’t hellbent on-

“Breed?” Flynt’s eyes shot open, seeing the Ditto yet again at his feet. He nearly had half a mind to kick them but turned that idea down since the little guy might take that as a definitive yes and try to milk him like a Miltank.

Speaking of those, he could go for some Moo Moo Milk fresh from the tap. He was in a region adjacent to Johto after all.

“For the last time, no. Do you not hear any other answer than what you want?” Flynt was careful not to say yes, in case that somehow registered as a change of heart and got him to a mess that’d leave him more violated than how much he wanted to violate a Miltank’s personal space for some udder action.

“Breeeeed?” For a minute, Flynt was reminded of Carrie whenever she asked her parents for anything, her drawn-out “Please”’s making Flynt’s ears twitch in agitation even when it was just a memory and not transpiring right now.

“No. I do not want to breed. Leave me the fuck alone and let me wait on some solid tail to pound.” The Incineroar was adamant on making sure the only time his dick was out of his custom-made jockstrap was for a guy willing to bend over and hike their tail up or get down on their knees-or hands and knees-to blow him real good, so looking at the possibilities of him caving into fucking a Ditto who looked like they’d go slipping into his dick if he did any of that….

Rounding out on never.

So seeing as they weren’t leaving him anytime soon, he leaned up to shoo them away without touching them, getting them to tilt their mass like he would when he had to play stupid for a party trick for Carrie’s dumb friends in confusion at the gesture before he added in noises to enunciate that he was to be alone and not disturbed.

“Breeeeeeeeeed?” The question still remained, sounding even higher-pitched than last time and making Flynt’s ears recoil from the rather ill-received decibel.

“Fuck off.” The Incineroar got up and made to kick the little goo, and was surprised to see them go flying towards the daycare center’s back porch before landing with a pronounced *splat* on the wall that would have sounded like it hurt if not for their lack of bones in their body. Flynt made sure that there was no residue left on his ankle before returning to his seat by the tree.

Only to feel a wet *squish* beneath his butt and make him shoot up from how warm it was.

Taking up the very middle of the space he just occupied-to which the imprint of his body still remained in the grass-was a Ditto. The only reason why he knew this was actually a different one than the Ditto he just literally punted for a field goal because they were shiny. The baby blue coloration was definitely a massive difference in tone but Flynt was more bothered by the fact that he almost laid himself out to get butt-fucked by their mass without bothering to check his spot for any sudden reappearances.

“Oh not again…”

“Why won’t you breed us?” The Incineroar’s eyes widened, for not only was the shiny Ditto capable of more than one word than the one he’s dealt with to this point but he was swiftly corrected in assuming he dealt with one but had another on his case as three more Ditto appeared from behind the tree to join the shiny. As if on role call cue, the one he kicked to the daycare center slithered over and joined them, albeit in a noticeable daze that wasn’t fading anytime soon-or so Flynt hoped. “All we want is to pleasure you and you deny us of one of our basic duties.”

The feline scoffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah right. I’ve heard stories about your kind and your freakish tendencies. I’m more than willing to take some tail pipes that don’t squish up and turn into goo around my dick, thanks.”

“Fucking us is no more different than the butts you poorly describe.” Hey, wait a minu- “Do you not lubricate the orifice with the proper fluids or saliva to generate the same sensation as one would get breeding a Ditto?”

“Uh, I’m a Fire type, little fella. As in, my dick’s hot enough to make lube useless. Guys know what they sign up for when I go to town on their asses and it’s not like I don’t like me some friction anyhow.”

“Semantics. You just want to provide excuse after excuse to avoid something that could make your stay better.” You know this shiny Ditto was starting to sound a lot like Carrie’s brother, Carl. That twerp loved talking about how Flynt should be outside in a cat house-like a dog’s but smaller and more cramped-so he doesn’t dirty up the furniture and far too uncivilized to actually be treated like a decent person. He loved lighting that kid’s butt on fire with flames, and remembering the last time he did that put a smirk on the cat’s face for a half-second.

“Sorry but like I said, I prefer solid tail that I don’t have to worry about if my dick’ll stay as it is when I’m done. It’s not my fault you lot are useless without your breeding.”

“Oh really?” The leader Ditto seemed to take that as a challenge, for those tiny eyes were narrowed down and glaring instead of being wide-eyed and loopy as one would expect.

Flynt wasn’t taking his claim back though. “Yeah, you really are.”

“Okay, I see how it is. Well, lemme tell you how many times your kind is useless.” The other Ditto backed away from their shiny voice of reason to give them some room, just in time for them to glow and take on a familiar shape. A Primarina that, once Flynt stopped looking at that tail end to see if they just turned into a guy, didn’t have that same derpy face that usually gave a transformed Ditto away. Almost impressive. “Let me remind you that one of your starting buddies evolves into this and their typings beat both of yours.”

Flynt blew a raspberry at the display, tapping his foot while his tail began to sway in amusement at the Ditto’s sudden desire to prove him wrong. They could do it all day, but at the end they played into his hand just as much as they think he’s playing into theirs. “So what? There’s a such thing as fighting outside of water, fighting in the sun and fighting at night. I have more moves than just Fire and Dark type attacks.”

“Okay smartass”, Oooh, scathing, “since you want to start being technical about your obvious weakness…” Flynt waited for them to do something since they were just standing there getting angry with that beautiful voice, then they began to glow again and...grow ...quite big...in size. Flynt wasn’t aware of what this one was, and it wasn’t until they stopped growing did he see that they had transformed into an pink-colored orca that could float above ground and not gasp for air while being out of water. And apparently speak in a booming voice that no one other than he and the other Ditto can hear from the lack of an outside audience because- “This one not only makes one of your typings weak…”

Flynt was about to refute that with a point that he didn’t suddenly feel like he lost all of his fire power the second they transformed into this flying whale, but then he felt a raindrop hit him from above and within seconds a full rainstorm began to pour into the backyard. His belt remained somewhat fine but his fur wasn’t. “So what?”

“They can also...render it completely useless in battle!” The giant orca Ditto began to glow, a blue sheen of energy washing over their body until they went from being pink and white with a little yellow around the face to black all over, white underbelly but now with golden outlines lining their body and fins. The rain sudden got stronger, feeling like a monsoon that was gonna flood the backyard if nothing was done to change it and poor Flynt felt like a Charizard in the rain that was doomed to perish since his belt was now fizzled out.

“Okay, okay, I get it! That still doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have teammates to take this thing out, or other moves that aren’t completely unusable in this damn rain!” Speaking of it, the lightning that began to crackle in the sky made things look even more dire for the fire cat, but soon the Ditto began to transform again and with that the downpour came to an abrupt end which was a relief for Flynt. While they shrunk down to something a lot less insane, he rung his fur out of rainwater and shook himself as dry as he could muster before remembering he could use his fire now that the storm was gone and simply ignited his body until he didn’t feel like a wet mop.

Right on time, the Ditto was done changing, having taken the form of a light brown ram that looked like his skin was made castle stone with odd off-coloring. “This is a Pokemon, like few others in the world, whose typings make your strongest attacks feel like being hit with a pillow made of feathers.” Their regal voice attested to Flynt’s assumption that they were another of those legendary types and his glare renewed itself.

“Will you cut it out with changing into things I know would be a tough fight to get out clean? You think I’m boasting about my limitless power when I’m stuck in a dead end daycare with a pack of Ditto trying to get me to get my rocks off in them like I’m a braindead Arcanine?”

“Oh so you want an Arcanine then?” Before Flynt could get them to stop so they’d listen, the ram was gone in a flash and instead there was the famous fire dog that was just as beloved-or to a lesser extent now that Flynt’s kind is around-as he was when it came to appeal. Right away, they went from looking like they’d pounce him to showing off their back side, letting the feline gaze upon their tail star and knowingly get him going in his jockstrap since he could see a hole.

“I could go for some Arcanine, but definitely not one made from you.”

“There’s literally no difference between me and an average Arcanine.”

“...It’s totally different! I know you’re a Ditto who’d turn back to normal the second I’m done blowing a wad in you, rather than an actual dog I can make bark while he waits on me to get going again.”

“You know…” The mooning canine was gone and the shiny Ditto was back to normal. “You talk big game for someone who prefers talking over doing.”

“I don’t gotta prove shit to you, ya little freak.”

“So you’re scared then?”

“No, I just told you that I don’t have a point to prove.”

“That’s what someone scared to make their point known says, genius.” Flynt was about to reassert his reasoning as to why he wouldn’t just show off to them, but the Ditto played him for a fool and stuck their tongue out towards him-which the Incineroar didn’t even know they had a tongue-and the normal-colored Ditto next to them began to join in and laugh away like Flynt had become the butt of a joke. He felt his belt steam up and he felt a bubbling rage make his face hot as he fought back with a lot of willpower not to torch this place.

“Listen here, you little shit-”

“Oh no, the big scaredy cat's mad! We better run before he tries to show us his peashooter!” The five of them laughed some more, steam going from erupting from Flynt’s belt to also coming out of his ears from his waning temper.

“Why you little-I’m not shrimp-dicked!” His words were followed by an ember leaving his mouth at the end of each syllable he pronounced, further insinuating that he was quite livid with the mocking Ditto, but alas he was greeted with more jeers from the goop troop.

“With a face like that, I bet you’re dying to show us your third thumb!” The shiny Ditto was on a roll it seemed, for their companions were rolling around on the wet ground like they just heard the best quip of their life. Flynt looked about ready to burn everything in sight but all he did was get his feet to burn the grass under his soles.

“I! Am! Not! Little-Dicked!” He’s had it with this damn goo. If he had to hear it again from them he was gonna go to Pokemon jail for aggravated assault and a quintuple homicide and end up on the news.

“Prove it, pussy.” That wasn’t even another jab at Flynt’s pride, but the other Ditto were still laughing at him, so he let that be the last straw before he shoved his jockstrap to his balls and let his dick flop out into view.

“There! You happy!?” He was huffing for air, because making everything hot around him was actually sucking away a lot of the oxygen around the area and he felt a bit calmer seeing the five of them actually pause to look at his erection. He wasn’t as small as they thought, reaching as long as a couple inches past a full foot, and throbbing up a storm thanks to his rage and the mental image of that dog butt still on his mind as a means to not snap right then and there. But…

“Pffft, I’ve seen bigger on Houndoom that get thrown in here.” The sassy Ditto wasn’t fazed for a second, despite their posse ogling Flynt’s dick like it was a gemstone imitating a cock.

“So you think this is all for a growing show….? Think I don’t know how to use it?” The feline was snarling now, feeling his ego flare up now that he was rocking out with his rocks out yet still getting made fun of.

“I know so.” The Ditto wasn’t backing down, using their little flimsy arms to hold their “hips” to make sure their word was final.

“Bet on it, bitch. I break you and your little friends and all of you gotta be my little posse of free ass until I’m dead.”

“Yeah right you’ll even make it past the first one. Even if you get past the four of them, you won’t get through me. But since we’re putting stakes on the table…” That evil look in the shiny goo’s eye should have made Flynt worried that they were plotting a means to make him lose outright, but he was too angry to back down now. He already got his hand ready for dealing to each of them. “...then if you lose at any one of us, we all get to live inside of your balls and show you how to actually be a breeding cat. Seems fair considering you want us to be your butt slaves.”

Flynt shuddered, feeling a sympathetic pain course through his dick as he imagined having the five of them bunched in in his balls and getting in the way of him getting laid. “Gross….Fine, but only because I like you better as a dumb dog than this sack of blue shit you wanna be.”

“Sheesh, here I am being nice and you spit on my face. Fine, deal. But as an extra bonus, you can’t fuck me once and be done with it. You gotta make us all tired. As in, unable to take you anymore.”

“That’s fine by me ...~” Flynt crossed his arms, smirking as his kind did when presented with a challenge-be it one for a fight, or in this case one for a breeding. Though this was quite the interesting challenge; one Ditto was easy to conquer, on account of their naturally low stamina and easy-to-break defenses and while they can transform into more powerful beings to make things tougher, their vitality doesn’t change. But Flynt wasn’t dealing with one, he was dealing four plus a blue asshole. Things didn’t look too well for him…

Yet he was still standing there grinning with his long dick twitching between his legs.

One of the Ditto, the one he punted earlier as he saw their pace was a bit off-track, approached him first, confidently smiling in their goofy demeanor and offering to be his first trial. He could tell this one would probably make for some good Water type tail to conquer whenever he was in a bad mood and could only solve it with dicking somebody down, so he grabbed them into his hand and smeared them over his cock like lubricant made for Fire types-which doesn’t exist, yet.

The goo fit around his dark meat like a glove, allowing him to go from grabbing around his dick to grabbing the Ditto’s outstretched body and stroking himself like they were just a fleshlight. And with how snug they were around his tender flesh, they actually felt like a fleshlight.

“Try not to blow too soon, I want you to go down fighting.” The shiny Ditto had taken residence where Flynt had been planning on napping if no other actual Pokemon showed up, the other three joining with them and looking towards the scene with perpetual boredom. He just snorted soot out of his snout and kept grinning.

“I think you should be telling me not to overfill you little egg sacks.” Flynt’s rational mind was telling him that this was not very gay of him and he shouldn’t be following a Ditto’s demands for breeding when no matter the situation there was always an egg at the end of a session. But his pride was at stake, and no amount of homosexuality was gonna make him quit right then and there.

Besides, the Ditto was smiling as wide as they would, making Flynt enjoy the way his hand smeared over their face in his efforts to nut inside of their mass and still catching them involuntarily encouraging him to press on. Flynt ignored the melodramatic yawn from the shiny Ditto in the audience, too pressed on making the first part of his new conquest quiver and beg for him to cease so he’d move on.

And after he adjusted his footing so his feet wouldn’t get that annoying prickly feeling from standing on grass with naked soles, he made sure that he wasn’t going down that easily.

His hand was a blur, pumping up and down the entirety of his dick and making that Ditto’s face swim around until their face was left near the tip. Which happened to be a good spot because he didn’t want his cum to be ejected in the wrong way. Their smile seemed to widen beyond their limits, a noise of glee emanating from their squishy body until they suddenly *eek*’d and began to quiver all over. This happened to be what Flynt would call a Ditto’s “breaking point”, because they were starting to ooze toward the ground but not enough to actually break away from his cock. Which was good, because had it actually melted off of him they would have missed the load he shot inside of them.

His kitty cream made its presence known within the purple goo, spreading around like oil in an ocean and leaving the little mass more white than purple by the time it started actually converging to one point. Though, judging from the sudden panic they started sounding off, there was too much inside and Flynt felt them shove themselves off of his dark dick and leaving him to drool seed into the ground. It wasn’t a total loss, for the Ditto he just jizzed into was so heavy with his spunk that they were sluggish going back to the tree to join their friends, so that was a win in his book.

“Next.” He waited until he was sure his cock was done with load number one before offering the potential next suitor some time on his dick.

“You, go.” The shiny Ditto offered up the brethren closest to them to grace Flynt with their presence and they nearly zoomed over with their little body before the cat came down on them. Instead of using them like a rubber only for taking a quick wad, he let his dick punch right into their body and smashed his hand into their head so it mirrored pinning someone down face-first.

This tactic came to mind when Flynt remembered his trainer’s brother’s Blaziken and catching them jerking off to PokePorn that had food involved. Weird conversation if the bird wanted to be a chef just to fuck some food aside, it was a nice little trade of not telling anyone in exchange for getting the bird’s ass all night.

And he figured that’d be a good place for this Ditto to start when he won this bet at stake here as he started laying into them, thrusting his hips down as hard as he could while avoiding going straight into the ground and jamming his dick. Because Arceus knows fucking soil was nothing like fucking a Ground type.

“Trying to be one with nature over there?” Sassy Ditto was back but Flynt was quick to shut them down.

“Imagining the ground as your face. Almost forgot I gotta save your ass for last, because you sure ain’t the best.”

“Hmph.”

They went quiet, which was good for Flynt because he wanted to enjoy the milking quivers of the Ditto beneath him that helped get him slamming his hips into their mass even faster than before. Just as they were “relaxing”, he let loose inside of them and filled their body out with his cum until they let themselves go from around his cock so he didn’t overfill them. Two down, three to go.

The shiny Ditto didn’t get to command the third one to arrive, for they launched themselves at Flynt hard enough to make him fall down on his ass until he caught himself with his hands. But they landed all over his dick, so he took advantage of them trying to take control of the matter by holding them tight in his thick paw while thrusting upwards. This was getting the job done, for they didn’t try to seep down to his exposed taint to make him grovel, so he focused all of his power into getting them to “cum”.

The shiny Ditto watched the scene with worrying attention, taking notice that after this one, there’d be no stopping the feline from doing away with the only other obstacle keeping them from being a victim of their virility. The ones he bred already were in their euphoric heaven that only other Ditto could understand and the shiny did not like how easily the Incineroar brought them to that point off of his cum alone. Something was up about how skilled he was…

Logic pointed to him actually being both a shower and a grower, but the Ditto refused to believe that this dumb fighter was more than just cannon fodder for battles.

They were brought out of their thoughts as he saw the third Ditto take the fall, rippling all over and soon becoming victim to a strong load that nearly overfilled them entirely thanks to Flynt not letting them go from his cock until his hand got cramped and he released them. They went shooting in the air, so the blue goop of the troop rescued them by flattening out into something of a cushion and let them “step” onto the ground on their own after they were sure the gravid one was fine.

The shiny was about to begrudgingly ask the fourth and final normal-colored member of their posse to go tend to the feline, but they were gone. And turning back to the Incineroar answered their question as to where the young one had went just to get a full moon staring at them while the cat humped away.

The shiny felt anxiety settle in, because they recognized the position of which the feline was humping-doggy style. And since the big guy had already vocalized that he would prefer the shiny as an Arcanine if he won, they were a bit shaken. Were they about to lose…? Was the cat actually a breeder when they weren’t a fighter? Did they talk big game and know how to play ball to back it up?

The shiny wished they could give their uncertain mind a concrete answer, because their ego wouldn’t allow them to give in to the idea that the Incineroar was capable of thinking on how to actually have sex with someone properly as opposed to just wrestling 24/7, and it was made worse as they could watch both Flynt and the Ditto he was fucking have a shared “orgasm” that left that red rosebud under that feline tail visibly twitching. The shiny wished they could just end all of this by going in there as they had planned to make the feline breed the Ditto anyway, but that wouldn’t be honoring the bet that they couldn’t back out of since the cat was already this far. They felt like a hot knife cut through them as he yanked himself out of their Ditto friend before they were filled up too much, listening to their goofy whispers of hoping they had twins instead of just one before they felt those yellow eyes fixate on them.

“Your turn, asshole…. Can’t wait to make sure you’re the heaviest out of your little bunch…~” Those words felt like a cold touch from a Kyurem that was trying to bottle its rage, but the Ditto didn’t let the feline know that his words were having an effect on them as they strolled up to his feet. That cocky smile’s gonna look so good being wiped off that muzzle and the bravado started coming back.

“Hope you didn’t tire yourself out dealing with my buddies. Would be a real shame if you pump them full but only give me a few drops.” There it is, the sass that made the blue goop such a chore for daycare centers in Kanto. But their courage was brought to a swift halt when Flynt got a hold of them and brought them to his face.

“I held back on them. I better see you ready to give me a litter of kits ...~” The Ditto gulped, and it left them unable to brace themselves before Flynt was digging his dick through their mass.

Now see, for a Ditto, they didn’t have actual points of pleasure to cheat with nor any actual nerves to “feel” the pleasure of being bred. But their bodies were hard-coded to know when a cock within their goo was ready to blow and “climax” to entice the jizzfest into their bodies. This Ditto, however, wasn’t trained in taking dick like their friends-for they did challenges like this everywhere they could manage and usually came out on top before they themselves had to step in-so they bit back their shame as they began to quiver the second Flynt started pumping his dick into them from above.

Mating press, the Ditto realized. The cat was serious.

“Already let one “out”? I didn’t even get to the good part yet…~” The Ditto could see into those eyes that this challenge had turned them into a breeding machine, nothing but desires left dormant for too long taking over and guiding the feline to overperform and conquer the Ditto’s friends with far too much ease. They wished they could pinpoint how exactly the cat was pulling this off, but then their mind was shattered from thinking for a long minute as they “came” again in the middle of Flynt thrusting.

“Someone’s really eager ...~” If Ditto could blush, then this one would be flush.

“Sh-shut up! I don’t usually...get brought out for this ...No one makes it to me…”

“Welcome to the real world, slut. Can’t wait to breed your ass…~” The Ditto gulped as those words forced that scenario into their head, being forced to take that dark cock into their depths over and over and over again without a break until the body the Ditto resided as couldn’t take anymore. For a minute, they thought of trying to make them calm down with a little insult.

“Th-thought you were gay….”

“You’re not a guy or a girl right now, so nice try.” Shit, he was right.

“Thought gays...weren’t into making other people pregnant…”

“I’ll make an exception...after all, it shut you and your friends up putting babies in them ...Mmm, you’re making me wonder how many kits I can get outta all five of you…~” Those hips were speeding up, a bad sign for the Ditto since they began to “cum” right then and there. Is this really how it ended? The winning streak that broke hundreds of cocky Pokemon bested by yet another cocky bastard who just so happened to be well-endowed and well-equipped for a job?

The blue goop wished they could snarl, because they wanted to make sure Flynt didn’t hear a word of their enjoyment as he yowled to the sky and nutted inside of them. They could feel those balls pumping as much eager seed into that gooey mass as they could muster up after wasting four loads in the cavalry, feeling the pool of cum slowly build up into a mass that’ll soon become an egg.

But then the cat started going again and the Ditto began to panic.

“H-hey! I said once for all of us!”

“Nope...You said...go until you’re all tired...and to go at you specifically more than once ...You don’t look exhausted ...~” Using their own words against them, huh? Clever cat. The Ditto felt a whine coming up as their body began to ripple around the Incineroar’s cock, which seemed to be enough of a tease to make him pound down into their mass so hard the Pidgey in the tree above them flew away in sympathy ...Traitors….

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“Thanks so much for watching over my Incineroar, Mr. and Mrs. Ark!” Carrie was back, barely able to keep still as she was given back the Pokeball that was meant for her Incineroar, while Flynt stood behind her with a confident grin on his face.

The silent old man and woman just laughed and waved her compliment off as it was nothing and she continued to praise them.

“No really, thanks! Because of you guys, I got five new Pokemon to show off to my brother! Ooooh, I can’t wait to rub it into his face!” She put Flynt’s Pokeball back into its place on her belt, making five become six before she darted off for her transportation. Here, Flynt glanced to his right and his smirk grew bigger.

“You ready to know what it’s like to live as a breeder’s cum dumpster?” His words were directed to an Arcanine, whose belly was so gravid it looked funny to the eyes and on the mind to think that they ate a little too much to try and act like they didn’t get fat over a course of a few minutes.

“Shut up.”

“Ooooh, temper. That’s a load for your mouth when we get back home.~” Flynt laughed to himself before reaching for Carrie’s unguarded purse, shifting through its contents and getting the canine’s attention.

“Digging around for your perfume, pussycat?” Hey, just because they lost didn’t mean the Ditto couldn’t still be an asshole.

“That’s two for your piehole. Wanna go for three?” The Incineroar procured a bottle, unscrewing the cap and chugging the contents down like it were a refreshing drink of water. “Ah...love this stuff. Really makes sure my dick never takes too long getting back up.~”

“Wait a minute….” The “Arcanine” squinted towards the bottle the cat was now flaunting towards them, reading the label as ‘PP UP’. But one quick look at the title proved that this was not the old elixir that helped allow a Pokemon to use a move more than its designated number of times, but rather there was a little fine print portion hiding by the u to show an X. “That’s enhancement drugs…. You cheated!”

“Rules never said anything about using dick-up juice. That’s your fault for being so vague.” Flynt smirked before tossing the empty bottle to the garbage, barely hitting the rim to slow its momentum so it fell into the heap within.

“I hate you…” The Ditto decided now was a time to leave before they had to live in more shame in losing out on living inside a pair of balls as they always dreamed of doing, but they had to bite back a bark that would have burnt the door down as Flynt came up behind them and smacked their asscheek hard enough to leave a print.

“Love you too, slut. Hope you like the name, because I’m damn sure not calling you Fluffy.”

“Slut” began to storm off as planned, cramming themselves into the limousine that Carrie had arrived in so they were away from Flynt. Though he ended up following after them anyway since the other Ditto were in their balls already-pun not intended.

As the door shut behind the feline, a car door being shut outside, and the sound of a car driving off into the distance resonated, the old couple looked between each other before snickering mischievously. Then they both began to glow a bright lavender only to jump up and land on the desk like they were nimble Chimchar.

But instead of freakishly fit elderly folks standing on the reception table, it was a pair of Zoroark!

And one of them was pregnant.