Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto Efforts of A Dedicated Girl (R18 )

Efforts of A Dedicated Girl (R18 )

Misty's eyes darted back to mine, and for a mont, I thought I saw a flicker of embarrassnt in them. But it was quickly replaced by a determined look. "Y-yes, I'll try to help you," she said, her voice firm, though her eyes scread, 'What the hell am I doing?!'

I nodded eagerly, still wincing in fake pain. "Thanks, Misty! You're a lifesaver!" I chid in, trying to sound as pitiful as possible.

Misty gritted her teeth and took a step forward, her eyes fixed on my crotch. Her thoughts were plain on her face: "Oh. My. God. This is a Pokémon, for crying out loud! What am I doing?!" But she took a deep breath and reached out a trembling hand. "I-I'll try to... touch it," she stamred, her face reddening even more.

"Touch it?" I asked, trying to sound curious, my eyes fixed on her hand. "Like, how people touch grass?" I probed, my curiosity getting the better of .

Misty's eyes flashed to mine, and for a mont, I thought I saw a spark of anger in them. "N-not like that, Ditto!" she snapped, her voice tight.

I shrugged, still looking puzzled. "Then how will you make it better?" I asked, my eyes fixed on her hand, which hovered above my dick like a hesitant hummingbird.

Misty's face contorted in frustration, and she stomped her foot on the ground. "I-I don't know, okay? Just s-stand still and let try to figure it out!" she exclaid, her voice rising like a crescendo.

I nodded ekly, still holding my crotch as if it was a fragile vase. "Okay, Misty, I'll try to stay still," I said, my eyes fixed on her hand, which trembled like a leaf.

Misty's hand hesitated for a mont before she tentatively touched the head of the mushroom. It twitched in response, and I let out a soft moan, accompanied by a tiny gasp of "Oooh..."

Misty's eyes snapped to mine, and for a mont, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, she gritted her teeth and wrapped her fingers around the head, caressing it gently. I couldn't help but moan a bit louder, my face flushing with... whatever this feeling was.

Misty's fingers danced around my shaft as if a cat playing with mouse. Her thoughts were plain on her face: 'It's so hot!! Oh my god, I'm actually doing this...'

"What is this feeling, Misty?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "It's making the pain go away..."

Misty's face went bright red, and she looked around the alleyway as if searching for an escape route. "Sh-shut up, don't speak so loudly!" she hissed, her eyes darting back to mine.

But I just couldn't help it. This feeling was... indescribable. And with Misty's hand wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was floating on cloud nine.

Seeing that it was working, Misty moved her hand down the shaft, her fingers exploring the softness of my skin. Her thoughts were plain on her face: "It feels soft to touch, yet there's a hardness underneath it... How is this possible? This is insane!"

I couldn't help but gasp, my breath coming in ragged little pants. "Mhmm, mhmm..." My face was on fire, and I couldn't et Misty's eyes.

For Misty, looking at the writhing Ditto, my face flushed and helpless, was sothing new. She was kinda... liking how she was in total control of this handso hunk of a thing... what was she thinking?! She shook her head to clear those thoughts, but her hand didn't stop moving.

"Oh, Misty! You're so good at this!" I gasped, my voice trembling with pleasure.

Misty's hand started moving faster now, the strokes more insistent, accompanied by soft squelching sounds. I couldn't help but close my eyes and let out a soft whimper, my body responding to her touch in ways I never thought possible.

This was... this was sothing else.

As Misty's hand moved faster, I winced slightly. "Misty, slow down a bit... you're kind of rubbing the skin too much," I said, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

Misty's eyes snapped to mine, her face still flushed with embarrassnt. "W-what do I do?" she stamred, her hand faltering, her thoughts screaming, "What have I gotten myself into?!"

I thought for a mont, trying to co up with a solution. "Maybe... maybe wetting it would help?" I suggested, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Misty's face contorted in confusion. "H-how do I wet it? I don't have anything on ..." she trailed off, her eyes darting around the alleyway as if searching for a water fountain.

I shrugged, trying to think of a solution. "Maybe you could use your saliva or sothing?" I suggested, trying to sound as casual as possible, accompanied by a soft "Hmm?"

Misty's eyes widened in horror. "M-my saliva!? How will that work?!" she exclaid, her face turning a deep shade of crimson, her thoughts screaming, 'Oh god, this is so wrong!'

I shrugged again, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Maybe you could, uh, spit on your hand?" I suggested, trying to avoid eye contact, accompanied by a soft "Tch..."

Misty's face was a picture of mortification. She looked like she wanted to die from embarrassnt. But after a few monts of hesitation, she took a deep breath and did it. She spat on her hand, her eyes closed tight as if trying to block out the sha, accompanied by a soft "Ptoo!"

I felt a pang of guilt for putting her through this, but at the sa ti, I was kind of... excited? This was a new experience for , and I wasn't sure what to expect.

Misty's hand went back to its task, her fingers wrapping around my shaft and moving up and down. The added lubrication made it feel... different. I couldn't help but moan, my eyes closed tight as I let out a soft whimper, accompanied by a soft "Ooooh..."

Misty's face was still bright red, but she was determined to see this through. Her hand moved faster, the strokes more insistent, as if to complete the task as fast as she could and then just disappear from the face of earth.

Poor Misty, a hand was never going to solve the issue.

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