Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

Hoarse Throats (R18+)

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, DO NOT TREAD AHEAD IF YOU ARE NOT PREPARED

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As night fell, Delia's soft voice whispered, "Ash, it's late, kiddo. You don't want to be late for Professor Oak's Lab tomorrow."
I felt the warmth of her body leave me as she stood up, trying to move me quietly to the couch.
But when she tried to put me down, I surprised her by slithering through her arms and climbing onto her shoulder instead, wrapping my appendage around her neck in a snug hug.
"Okay, fine, you can stay there," Delia said with a laugh, adjusting me to get comfy.
Ash gave his mom an envious look before heading off to bed, his gaze lingering on the sight of Delia holding me on her shoulder.
As Delia tried to remove me from her shoulder, I didn't make it easy for her. She eventually gave in, deciding to take me with her to bed instead.
"Sleep here if you want," she said with a sigh, laying down and covering herself with the blanket.
I watched as her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, I was wide awake, feeling farther from sleep than ever before. The peaceful atmosphere of Delia's room only seemed to heighten my alertness.
Delia's snooze fest got brutally interrupted by this weird, slithery sensation on her chest. It wasn't just on the surface of her clothes, but somehow seeping in like a sneaky little dick. She let out a pained "Ahhnn!" as she felt her right tit getting gently bitten and both breasts getting squeezed like a pair of cheap stress balls.

Her eyes snapped open, eyes wide with mix of shock, discomfort, and a dash of weird arousal. She yanked off the covers, revealing a mess of tangled clothes and something pink writhing around her chest like a damn snake.
She followed that pink thing's movement, taking in the sight of my Ditto body slithering over her bare skin like it was on a goddamn mission.

"Ditto, W-What the hell are you... Ah, stop!" she stammered, her words stuck in her throat as I kept going, sucking on her left tit and squeezing her right one like it owed me money.

Now, about that shirt – it was getting in the way of my moves so I did a little surgery with those blade appendages, slicing through it like butter. Problem solved. Now we could get down to business.

Delia's eyes went bugfuck as she felt this frigid, gelatinous crap on her skin.
"This, this i-isn't right," she squealed, trying to swat me away with her hand.

Too bad, her fingers just slid off my slimy self like I was a greased pig at the county fair!

My pink, slimy body oozed out of her chest, leaving her panting and heaving like a steam engine. "D-Ditto, what the hell... umm-mmph!"

Before she could get all worked up, I slid on over to her face and engulfed it with my Ditto form. My tongue poked through her lips, probing and poking around like a curious, slimy finger.

Delia's lips parted in shock, and before she could try to push me away, my tentacled-tongue started going at her mouth like a jackhammer on steroids.

"Mmm-mmm" I hummed, my tongue dancing with hers in this primal, passionate freak show that left Delia gasping for air. It didn't take long for her tongue to join the dance.

As I ravaged Delia's mouth with my tentacled-tongue, I decided to get more frisky. 

I got to thinking about my dick. Imagining every contour, how it felt when touched... and willed my tongue to take on the shape of a certain... appendage.

It was hard, but not too hard. The problem was, what's the fun in just making the shape? You gotta get all the right details for the perfect cock.

Meanwhile it seemed that Delia wasn't doing too bad herself. Her tongue which earlier felt like a passive watcher seemed to now moving actively clashing against my own long tongue.
It was so fun, wrapping around her toungue like a snake and sqeezing it.
*Mheeemm Sluurrpp Sluurp*
I took care to leave a big hole in my body where her nose was, can't have bitches choking without a deepthroat.
It took around half a minute, spent kissing Delia passionately, before I felt the transformation take place. My slimy, shapeless tongue began to morph into a hard, cylindrical shape with a mushroom-like head.
Delia's mind reeled from the intense kiss, and when she felt the change in my tongue, her eyes widened in surprise. The long tongue that had been toying with her's was now bigger and harder, making her tongue recoil a bit before jumping back on it again
"Ohhhh fuuuck" I thought to myself as I pulled my newfound tongue-dick out a bit. It was so sensitive, even the pleasure was almost too much for me to handle. I had to pull it out and back away from her face before adjusting its sensitivity – her tongue was roaming around it like she was sucking on a lollypop.

This wasn't no rabbit; this was a damn succubus!

I looked at her with a new gaze, my eyes burning with intensity.

"Your tongue...looks like a p-penis?" she asked, confused as her eyes cleared from the lust-filled dizziness and took in the creature in front of her.

"Dit Dit," I nodded, my body still shivering a bit from the sudden dose of pleasure. I moved closer to her face once again.

"Wait! Wait! We can tal- OOKKhuck!" her wide eyes were fixed on mine as she realized her mouth was filled with this new, alien appendage of mine.

I gave her no answer, just slamming my mouth back inside hers like a man possessed.

"Pah pah pah" – the sounds of our intense, primal movement echoed through the room as I started savagely face-fucking Delia like a goddamn facehugger from Alien. My tongue-dick thrashed in and out of her mouth with reckless abandon, leaving her eyes rolling back in her head like she was in some kind of lust-induced trance.

Delia's earlier attempts to push me away had given way to her hands rubbing against my body as I continued to ravage her mouth. I'm pretty sure her mind wasn't in a good state – the lack of oxygen from my vigorous face-fucking had left her dazed and disoriented, unable to do much more than try to keep up with my relentless assault.

But I didn't want to make her suffocate, so I let her have brief moments of respite between each powerful thrust. Just enough air to breathe before I slammed back into her mouth like a sex-crazed maniac.

Meanwhile, my other appendages weren't just twiddling their thumbs. They'd moved over her breasts, cupping them gently and performing their own assault on her sensitive nipples. Pinching and pulling the buds, I could feel Delia's mouth tighten around my shaft every time I did so – a clear indication of the intense pleasure and discomfort she was experiencing.

It was like I was conducting some kind of twisted symphony, with her body responding to my every move in perfect harmony. And I was the maestro, orchestrating this madness with precision and passion.

Delia's body started squirming under my touch, her hands still rubbing against me like she was in a trance. Her mouth continued to be ravaged by my tongue-dick, "aohhhh...mhmm" – our passion-filled sounds echoing through the air.

Her soft gasps for breath and occasional moans punctuated the madness, making it clear that she was fully immersed in this twisted game we were playing.

The pressure built up inside me, or whatever it is that's driving my tongue-dick, until I couldn't hold back any longer. "GUK-" I groaned, slamming it deeper than ever before – a torrent of liquid filling her mouth and puffed-out cheeks.

It was so much that it started leaking from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin in a viscous stream. Delia's eyes widened in shock as she watched me, her throat working hard to swallow as much of it as possible.

When I finally pulled my tongue-dick out of her mouth, she coughed, spluttering all the white liquid over herself and the bed sheets. *cough cough cough*

Delia's face was all sorts of confused - like she'd just seen a Pikachu doing a backflip off the Eiffel Tower or something. "Wh-What are you do-doing Ditto?!" she asked, her voice shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

Dude, I was just trying to return some favors, ya know? I gave her my signature Ditto response: "DITTO!" - with an extra emphasis on the joy part.

I slid away from Delia's chest and made a beeline for the goods again. Her voice cut off as I wrapped myself around those fabulous breasts of hers. "Wait- No Ahnn!"

What's a little face-fucking between friends, right? My tongue-dick had transformed back into your basic tongue, but that wasn't gonna stop me from getting my suck on.

As for the cum-covered tongue thing, I was like, 'Meh, it's not like I'm gonna eat myself or anything.'
Thanks to my sweet properties, nothing stuck around unless I wanted it to - like when I slid through the dirt without getting all dusty and gross.

So, I just kept going, tongue-licking those nipples like they were ice cream cones. Who cares about a little stickiness? It's not like I was gonna swallow myself or anything...

I continued to lavish attention on Delia's breasts, my tongue sliding in and out of her cleavage as I savored every moment of our intimate encounter.

Delia moaned, writhing in pleasure as I went to town on her big boobs. She clung to the bed sheets like they were a lifeline.

"Mmm... Ahh... Ohhh..." Her sounds of ecstasy filled the air as I engulfed her entire chest at once. My unique biology allowed me to pleasure every point simultaneously, and Delia's body was loving it.

Her back arched up off the bed in a parabolic curve, and she let out a string of moans and gasps. Each one more desperate than the last, as her body craved release.

But no, not yet. I slid my way across her toned stomach underneath her clothes. Delia instinctively groped her breasts, craving the pleasure I was giving her just moments ago.

Suddenly she realized something by my absence and current movement.

"No! Not theree" she exclaimed, realizing where my attention had shifted.