Playing Pretend

Graduating from school should've brought a whole new world of fun and excitement.

And yet all Juliana found after stepping into the world of adults, and moving out of her house, was boredom.

Boredom is the true mind killer.

Being stuck alone in your apartment with nothing, and especially nobody, to do can bring about an apocalyptic level of boredom.

And for Juliana, boredom was the greatest foe that ever could have been, or ever would be, in the far flung past, the distant future, or even the mind numbing present. Juliana was a Champion Trainer, which normally came with responsibilities, but she was a little bit too strong, and her time had become a little bit too valuable, so she hardly ever actually had to attend to those responsibilities.

Not the case for her girlfriend, Nemona. The two had started dating back in school, the Naranja academy being where they met in the first place when Juliana first moved to Paldea to begin with.

And though the two had become practically inseparable by sharing a journey towards the championship of the league, Nemona starting again from scratch to match Juliana's journey step by step, it wouldn't be until they finally graduated that they would find themselves truly understanding what it meant to be together.

What it meant to be in a relationship.

And more importantly, what it meant for that relationship that Nemona was always seeking forever greater challenges and had become something of a representative of Paldea and its trainers' might all over the world, traveling region to region, flying the flag and standing in for the Paldean League in tournaments across the world.

The times they met became more and more distant, the absences grew longer and Juliana grew more lonely day by day.

Thus Juliana lay alone on her bed on her room in the apartment she rented after moving out of her mother's house, wearing only her shirt and panties, her hair tied into the same braid she usually wore, having prepared herself for a night of passion that would never come due to an emergency call.

Without Nemona, nobody on the island represented a challenge for her, not even the former top champion, Geeta. Sometimes she spent time with Penny or Arven, helped them along on their own journeys of self discovery and improvement, and she even gave guest classes at Naranja academy, but nothing filled the void left by Nemona's absence.

Especially it didn't make her body ache any less, it didn't make her miss Nemona's rough, calloused hands any less, it didn't make her feel the cold where there should've been the warmth of a body.

Her bed felt entirely too big, she had become used to fitting two people on a bed meant for one.

Sighing in a cross between boredom and the anguish of a lover left unsatisfied, she thought back of the last time they had met, of the furtive kisses they shared, of the ghost sensations of Nemona's fingers along her skin.

Closing her eyes and thinking of her dark skinned lover, of the freckles smattered across Nemona's chest, thinking about how much taller her girlfriend had grown, of how her body had developed... Juliana thought of the perky brown breasts that she had spent hours admiring, touching, kneading, massaging and even kissing, and when her hands touched her own through her chest, she could only feel inadequate comparing her own to her girlfriend's.

Sure, Nemona said she liked them, but Juliana's pale, petite body was hardly the voluptuous, athletic beauty she herself preferred. How odd, lovers were suppposed to share interests, weren't they? And yet, they could not be any more different in their taste in women.

Pulling her shirt off, and leaving herself in just her panties, Juliana groaned in frustration. It wasn't the same.

Her hands didn't excite her like Nemona's did. Even when she plunged a hand under the waistline of her underwear, and began teasing directly at her folds, attacking herself in the same rough way Nemona would after many days apart, it just wasn't the same. It wasn't warm, it wasn't hungry, it wasn't greedy. It felt nothing like her best friend, rival and girlfriend.

She glanced at her nightstand. Her belt was there. She also knew that on the drawer to that nightstand was one of the toys they both shared and used very often, a toy that had been a gift from Penny of all things, alongside the very same movie that was playing on the TV in Juliana's room.

It was a pornographic movie, starring a pale skinned model with dark hair, and a perky dark skinned girl, and they would have sex using a strap on. That was how Juliana and Nemona were introduced to lesbian sex, thanks to Penny, who clearly spent way too much time on the internet.

Being consumed by desire, and feeling a little bit mischievous, Juliana thought that maybe she could get back at Nemona by having sex anyway... but how? She couldn't even fathom the idea of betraying her in such a way as to sleep with another partner behind her back, but-

Her belt called to her, and she remembered, thanks to having engaged in breeding activity to produce more of the ever necessary starter trio Pokémon, she owned a rather veteran and quite skilled Ditto, who had been with her for years. Something she could trust. Nodding to herself, she grabbed its Pokéball and let it out, the energy piling up, forming the familiar purple goop, and then converging into the shape of a face.

"Alright, Ditto," she said, her finger raising. "Can you transform into Nemona for me?"

Rather than responding verbally, her Ditto began to vibrate and then with a squelchy noise, it suddenly increased in size and changed in shape, becoming a perfect reproduction of Nemona, down to the landing strip that she had shaved her pubic hair into.

Another thing that drove Juliana crazy.

Swallowing, Juliana thought for a moment about grabbing the strap on's dildo and just using that to pleasure herself to the sight of her naked girlfriend, but...

Instead, she pulled it out of the drawer. "Just to check, you're okay with this right?" she asked.

Tilting its head, her Nemona-form Ditto seemed confused at first. It didn't seem to care either way, but it might also not really understand what was going on.

"I... want to have sex with, uhm, with Nemona but- can you help me?" she asked. "Can we have sex, I mean."

That seemed to get the idea across. Ditto could reproduce the sounds made by any other Pokémon, and indeed, when transformed into humans, much like other shapesnatchers such as Zorua or Zoroark, they could speak. "Breeding!" it replied, bringing a hand up and throwing a thumbs up, with the same confident smirk Nemona usually put on before a battle. "Will breed Master Juliana!"

"Er- not- not QUITE breeding," she said, raising her hands and trying to put a dampener on the situation. She brought up the strap on. "Put this on, and- then use that, on me," she said.

"Oh. No breeding," Ditto said, nodding. "Just fun!"

"Yeah, just fun," she nodded. While a Ditto transformed into a human could speak, Ditto weren't quite like other Pokémon, they were artificial existences, and only hers having lived for years meant it had developed enough of a personality to have likes or dislikes.

She nodded, then got on her knees and belted the strap-on dildo, strapping it on the front and back. It was designed to be roughly similar to a pair of panties that buckled and adjusted over the hips, and Nemona having wide hips and thick thighs meant that it always sat very well on her.

She looked so good wearing it that Juliana was already soaked just looking at her Nemona, her Ditto. Nemoditto, for short.

Taking a deep breath, she got back up, and then rapidly and without ceremony pulled her panties down to her knees, and then sat on the bed, allowing her to raise her legs and then pull her panties all the way off, throwing them away, and then turning around and getting on all fours on the bed.

"You're the expert here," she said, feeling a little cheeky, her lip curling up. Nemoditto had bred hundreds of times, taking the role of both male and female, many times, there were few living beings in the planet that knew more about mating than a shiny hunter's Ditto, and Juliana had her fair share of unusually colored Pokémon.

So it was no surprise that rather than immediately dive, Nemoditto first decided to get her ready, getting on its knees on the bed behind Juliana, grabbing at her small, but very well shaped and firm buttcheeks, spreading them to give itself space, and then diving in. Nemona's tongue was divine, and Nemoditto knew how to use it well, spreading her outer lips to start licking directly at her folds.

Nemona's thumbs were just long enough that she could reach Juliana's folds while squeezing the full size of her cheeks, spreading them open so that Nemoditto could put its lips to work in an open mouth kiss against Juliana's pussy that allowed it to lick her directly into her lovehole, plunging in to collect and bring back as much of the trainer's fluids as it could, slurping and sucking and swallowing wildly.

Juliana screamed, Nemoditto wasn't just an expert at breeding, it was an expert at imitating, a true Impostor, who could recreate the form it was reproducing, using all of Nemona's techniques and matching how she ate pussy lick for lick.

Enough to push Juliana into the first screaming orgasm she'd had in two weeks. Since the last time she and Nemona had slept together, the dry spell that should've ended that day before Nemona had to run off and leave her high and wet.

"E-Enough teasing, stick it in me!! Make me scream!"

Not wasting any more time, Nemoditto nodded against Juliana's butt. Adjusting the green strands that grew off of Nemona's fringe to get them out of the way, Nemoditto kneed up and lined up the slick orange plastic phallus that had seen so many sessions against the pussy it had penetrated a hundred or more times, and then pushed it forward.

Despite the familiarity of the intruder, Juliana felt pleasure like it was the first time, every time. She had never lost that strange awkwardness about her, Nemona always went crazy for it, and Nemoditto was just the same, seemingly falling into that same frenzy when Juliana's tight little pussy gripped the invading cock like a precious object.

Her mouth hung open, spittle flew as she moaned out her feelings, and Juliana's braid came a little undone as the first thrust punched through all of her resistance and reminded her just how it truly felt to be loved by the most precious person in her world.

And then the sensation of loss coursing through her brought her back down to Paldea as she felt her tiny pussy clenching to try to prevent the dildo from escaping her.

The firm grip of Nemona's hands, even if it wasn't really Nemona, offered her the emotional and sensual support she needed, and she mewled like a baby Sprigatito as she felt the flare at the tip of the dildo representing a male's glans scratched the sensitive spots nearer to the entrance of her pussy.

And then Nemoditto pushed back in, giving her zero time to adjust or prepare, just like Nemona, just like her girlfriend, just like the love of her life.

A long and loud oof burst from Juliana, almost comical, but Nemoditto didn't laugh, instead, it just gripped her hips even harder, hard enough that it would almost certainly leave a mark for a few days after, pushing back in, and pulling out, so fast and so mercilessly that it drove the air out of Juliana's lungs.

She could only breathe when Nemoditto pulled out.

Every time Nemoditto went in, Juliana could find no space to breathe.

The dildo wasn't massive, it was only six inches in length and roughly as wide as three of Juliana's admittedly slim fingers, and yet, it felt like Nemoditto was putting an entire tree trunk up Juliana's behind.

"AHhn, yess!! Harder, harder baby, ahhn, fuck me hardeeeer!!!"

With the orders of its trainer, Nemoditto put even more of its not inconsiderable strength, as a max level Pokémon, into fucking Juliana, there was no mercy to be found in its blank eyes, its awareness, its facsimile of life, it was a consummate breeder, born and raised for the purpose, it existed for no reason other than to fuck, and that was perfect.

Faster, stronger and untiring, Juliana was made to experience what she had put hundreds of Pokémon through, she was made to experience true breeding, so much like Nemona, and yet, at the same time, so much more extreme.

"NGhn, yes, yes, yesss!! Just like that, just like that baby, fuck me moreee!!!"

She almost stumbled forward, her entire body shook, her breasts might be small but they still shook and bounced all over the place with the power of the thrusts, coursing through her entire body, she almost fell a thousand times, the sound of their bodies mashing against one another reaching a crescendo.

Juliana had heard the sound of the masses clapping dozens of times, in each of her ever more impressive wins, but each and every round of applause paled in comparison to the sound of glory made by Nemona's hips crashing against her cheeks.

"I'm, I'm coming, I'm ghu, gonnanhnhhggg, CUUUUUUM!!!!"

Her orgasm exploded like the Judgement from Arceus, it hit her like Koraidon's Crash Course.

Every time it was like the first time, somehow, she never, ever, built a resistance to orgasm when they came from Nemona, and Juliana loved it, loved the perfect, undiluted ecstasy of being made to cum by the love of her life.

It felt wrong, and dirty, and incorrect, that tiny bit of knowledge that reminded her it wasn't her lover, it wasn't the woman she had been with for nearly an entire decade, it wasn't the one she had pledged her body to.

But it felt so damn good as she sprayed her cunt juice all over the strap on dildo, that when she looked behind her, just over her shoulder, Juliana could only beg Nemoditto with her stare for even more, to go even harder, to destroy her utterly and completely.

An even dirtier thought struck her, and Juliana was sent into pure bliss heaven when she was brought to orgasm imagining a world where she had two of her lover making her into a Juliana Sandwich.

Giggling perversely between moans, Juliana sank into the lewdest fantasy of her life, as she was brought to another screaming orgasm by Nemoditto.