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[b][u][center]The Needs of a Ditto

For criticalshot1239

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Jeremy grunted as the Rocket thugs dragged him from his cell to the lab down the hall. Dim red lights blossomed into a bright yellow, forcing him to blink through the blinding illumination. His captors refused to let his arms loose or let him shade his eyes. All he could do was blink, blink, blink until the room came into view.

“Ah, finally.”

Jeremy groaned, turning his head toward the source of the voice. He finally blinked away the light enough to see another Team Rocket member, this one better dressed than the black-suited men at his sides. Wearing the higher-up white and red attire, the executive looked down at him with a sneering smile, head tilted back just enough to show off how weasel-like he looked.

“I was starting to wonder if we’d treated you too roughly, but no matter. You’re conscious, which means that the experiment can continue.”

“Nnngh…what do you want with me?”

“With you? Nothing.” The Rocket executive chuckled, nodding over his shoulder. “See for yourself.”

Jeremy took the executive’s invitation to look all around the room. It was a far cry from the cell he’d been tossed in after they caught him…yesterday? Maybe earlier than that, depending on how long he’d been unconscious. This room was huge, sprawling out dozens of feet on every side of the oval chamber. Massive monitors hung from the ceiling, each one displaying a standing tube from a different angle, and the chrome walls reflected everything in its blurry way.

Looking down, he saw circular layers of terminals and desks surrounding the same standing tube on the screens. It was in a lowered part of the room, like an amphitheater, and inside was a pink ooze. A very familiar pink ooze.

“Is that…a Ditto?” Jeremy asked.

“Not quite. You’re going to be given to it for a small experiment. A means of testing what happens when we let it get in contact with humans,” the Rocket executive said. “You should be honored. We have found a way to make a Ditto evolve. And now, we will see what happens when it is given the chance to use some of those powers on a human.”

“Wait…wait, what? Wait, let me go!”

There were no further explanations from the executive, merely a nod to have him carried down the pathway through the various circles of desks and chairs. He threw himself against their grip, but they were strong, trained for this, and he…he was just a trainer, someone that they’d ambushed on the road and dragged in here for this experiment.

Nonetheless, he fought every step of the way, trying to wrench himself loose. He thought that he might have been getting close by the time they reached the glass tube, only to grunt as they shoved him against the smooth surface.

“Get his clothes out of the way. No variables; we don’t want the subject getting sick from something.”

His cheeks burned as the Rockets started pulling his pants off, undoing his belt and everything else before yanking them down. His shoes came off, then his socks, then everything below the waist, exposing his cock and balls to the room.

Jeremy had never gone that far with anyone. He didn’t think anyone aside from his Pokémon had even seen him like this before, and that was only because some of them would sneak in the shower to clean up with him. His cheeks were on fire as they threw his clothes over their shoulders, leaving them all over the floor. One of them grabbed his shirt, ripping it off and tossing the fragments to the floor, and then it was done. He was naked, exposed, vulnerable, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

One of the thugs hit a button on the floor, and the tube opened on one side. Before Jeremy could say anything, they shoved him through and closed it behind him. He stumbled forward, landing with a thump on the metal floor.

“Nnngh…”

He looked over his shoulder. The tube was sealed tight, and there was no sign of where the opening had been. The Rockets had pulled back, too, giving full access to the cameras to take in whatever might happen to him.

“Oh god…oh god…”

As he stumbled and fumbled his way back to his feet, the pink goo in the middle of the tube stirred. He stutter-stepped back from it, pressing his back – and his ass – against the glass tube.

“What’s it want?!” he screamed.

“It seems to feed on fluids. Specifically, the genetic fluids of anything that it comes in contact with.”

“You – you can’t be serious…”

And yet, the pink Ditto was already taking shape, various tendrils pushing out of its otherwise smooth form. A half-formed face took shape in the middle of the blob, the soft eyes of the everyday Ditto replaced with something more serious, something that stared with more focus and more intelligence behind it.

The tendrils struck, lashing out and seizing Jeremy by the ankles. He yelped as he was yanked off his feet, only spared a concussion from the touch of the other tentacles wrapping around him from head to toe. They carried him from the side of the tube to the center, and then pulled him in.

The Ditto’s body opened up, spreading between his toes, over his feet and up his legs. There were holes in the Pokémon’s shape, but that only served to leave him more and more exposed. He squirmed, but it was strong, too strong, far stronger than the Rocket thugs that had dragged him here in the first place.

“Nnngh…ah…”

Most embarrassing of all, he could feel it doing [i]something[/i] to him. There was a heat pulsing through it that hadn’t been there for other Dittos. He could feel it warming up like a Fire-type, and there was something to its touch that made it harder for him to move.

“[i]It seems that it’s already using Stun Spore and a few other moves on you,[/i]” the executive said over the intercom. “[i]This Ditto doesn’t just copy the moves of the opponent its facing. It remembers every move that it ever sees, and it can copy them at any point.[/i]”

No wonder he could barely move. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his adrenaline was pumping like mad, but he couldn’t actually move. The pink Ditto tendrils kept moving higher and higher, pulling him in up to his neck. His arms were pulled out to the sides, restrained at the wrists, and his legs were pushed out to the ankles. His chest was mostly covered, save for his nipples and pecs, and down below…

Down below, the Ditto was forcing his hips upward, his cock exposed to the whole room. He blushed, desperately wanting to cover himself, but there was nothing he could do. Not when the Ditto was reshaping some of the tendrils to tongues and –

“Mmmph!”

Jeremy arched his back, huffing under his breath as he felt each lapping stroke across his shaft. The licks forced his cock harder, harder, and harder still, growing erect for the viewing pleasure of the Rockets.

[i]Oh god…oh fuck…[/i]

Much as he tried to think of anything that wasn’t sexual, all he could do was shiver and shake as the Ditto kept forcing his cock to get harder. Another tongue slipped under his balls, teasing them, while a pair worked on either side of his head. Each lapping tease made him harder, and made it harder to move –

“[i]Yes, it seems like it can Lick its opponents into submission, as well.[/i]”

He wanted to groan, or moan, or something, but he was all but paralyzed. His body no longer responded; he could only breathe and huff as the Ditto worked him over.

And work him over it did, dragging its tongue up and down his shaft, soon drawing pre-cum from him and leaving him whimpering with an unconscious need. His hips wanted to twitch, thrust, fuck the tongues a bit, but he was paralyzed. He couldn’t even grind against them; all he could do was let them work him over, licking away, teasing him harder, stiffer until the veins started to pop against the sides of his cock, showing themselves off and just how hard he was getting.

“Mmmph…nnngh…”

One of the tongues tasted the pre-cum coming out, and the tongues went mad. They attacked his cock, spiraling, wrapping around him. Jeremy gasped, his mouth hanging open as the Ditto wrapped tighter around him, fucking its tongues in a wet, slimy tube around his cock. Thrust, thrust, thrust, sucking away at him, the tongues somehow getting more and more eager with each new taste of his pre-cum. He could barely breathe, his balls slowly pulling up as he felt his orgasm knocking, and he knew that there’d be no holding back. This Ditto, one way or another, was going to get its meal from him.

“Nnngh…nnngh…MMPH!”

Barely able to grunt as he came, Jeremy went over the edge. The tongues sucked away everything that came out of his cock before it had a chance to go anywhere, only to keep on licking, sucking, and stroking throughout the entirety of his orgasm. He wanted to scream from how oversensitive his cock was, how intense the stimulation was, but everything that the Ditto had done kept him completely helpless, unable to express anything but the shivers of pleasure that continued to ripple up from his crotch. His cock wobbled back and forth in the grip of the Ditto tongue tendrils, only released when it was no longer spurting.

And then, the Ditto squeezed.

Not hard, not painfully, but in a way that made it very clear that it was not going to let him go. He shivered as he felt the touches of the ooze around his body squeezing him in a possessive embrace, and when the Ditto turned him over, he saw that face again. This time, the focused eyes were locked on his, and they were glowing with a strange, affectionate expression behind them.

“[i]Sir, I don’t think that the Ditto is going to let him go.[/i]”

“[i]It did show a surprising amount of possessiveness toward the other subjects. Wait until it sleeps. For now, let the milking continue.[/i]”

“Nnngh…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A human trainer is tossed in to feed an advanced Ditto.

Tags: M/solo, M/Something, Ditto, Human, Pokémon, Forced Nudity, Humiliation, Oral, Tongues, Tentacles, Exposed, Exhibitionism, Forced Orgasm, Pokémon/Human, Cum,