Duplica's Ditto Debauchery - Chapter 4

“Good news! Ditto is completely cured!”

Steven and George’s eyes lit up at Duplica’s words. After prying Ditto away from his newfound love of fetish porn, Duplica and her Pokemon returned to the movie studio the next day. Duplica beamed while giving her announcement; not once did she think she’d be proud over something like this, but it was a huge accomplishment for Ditto and she wasn’t going to act otherwise.

“Ditto!” Ditto cheerfully agreed. “Ditto!”

“Well, that’s fantastic! Great job, Ditto!” Steven congratulated, patting Ditto’s head. “We’re all really happy for you.” His eyes turned to Duplica now, the look of praise for Ditto turning to one of frustration. “Please tell me you have our DJ Mary costume back. Preferably clean.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s right here.” Duplica removed a purple Ditto-shaped backpack from her back and placed it on the floor, producing the Mary costume from inside. “I didn’t get much use out of it yesterday, though.” Duplica lied. She feigned a smile while handing the costume to George. “It was rather boring, actually.”

“That’s interesting, considering the news report from Johto last night.” Steven replied. “But that’s neither here nor there. Since Ditto’s able to act now, I’d like to get started.” Steven grabbed a script from the table next to him, casually flipping through it. After a moment of thought, his gaze returned to Duplica. “Come to think of it, we’re all curious: how did you fix Ditto, anyway?”

“Truth is, I really don’t know!” Duplica cheerfully replied. The men, cameramen included, groaned in frustration. “We were watching … some educational television, and Ditto was just suddenly fixed!”

“Yeah, I’m sure Professor Birch’s documentary on Zigzagoon could give even the most stubborn man a raging hard-on.” Steven said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, actually boss, some of those camera angles are pretty—” George started, cut off by Steven’s hand slapped over his mouth.

“Drop it.” Steven interrupted. “Let’s get this done, we’re burning daylight.” Steven handed the script to Duplica, who began to skim it. “The Mary idea was sort of a flop, so I’m going to take a day or two and re-do it. For now, I’d like to start this.”

“Officer Jenny and the naughty Growlithe …” Duplica read aloud. She continued to flip through the papers, her face feeling hotter with every page. “Growlithe’s cock slips into Jenny to the hilt and he begins to thrust, shooting Flamethrowers into the air.” Duplica’s face was red with embarrassment as she thrust the script back into Steven’s hands. “I don’t know if I can really do this, guys! Watching porn is one thing, but to actually do it, I—”

“Watching porn? I thought you were watching educational TV?” Steven smirked. Duplica sighed, caught in her lie. “I don’t blame you, Duplica. In fact, I appreciate your working towards getting over your stage fright.”

“It’s not stage fright!” Duplica protested. “I used to perform on stage every day! I just have some reservations about complete strangers seeing me nude on DVD and Blu-Ray!”

“Oh, please, like we have the budget for Blu-Ray.” Steven scoffed. “Hell, I’ll take VHS at this point, and I’m going to have to if you don’t cooperate!”

“Okay, I get it!” Duplica replied a bit too loudly. She clenched her fists, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Her body was shaking as if she’d walked into a blizzard—the feeling of both fear and being extremely nervous were once again overtaking her. “I’ll … I … well, um …”

“Okay, that’s it. I’m done.” Steven thrust his arms into the air, obviously growing frustrated once again. “Duplica, we need Ditto, so you’re welcome to stay. However, if you’re not going to work, I’ll find someone who will.” Steven turned to George, who was looking through the costume rack. “Bring in the stunt double!”

“Why do you need a stunt double for porn?” Duplica asked.

“One of the last movie’s scenes had a battle in it and it ended in the main character jumping off a roof before an explosion destroyed the entire city.” Steven explained. “It was a masterpiece, if I say so.”

“That seems to be a bit extreme for porn, don’t you think?” Duplica asked.

“You wouldn’t know, now would you?” Steven shot her a glare. Duplica stayed silent. “I thought as much.”

A Zorua walked between the two of them. It looked at them both, and snickered at their arguing.

“A Zorua? What’s a Zorua going to do?” Duplica crossed her arms, looking skeptical.

“This little gal’s from Unova.” Steven explained. “Zorua can transform into people as well as Pokemon. Her trainer’s a wannabe-film maker, and was actually really against Zorua acting in porn, so we had to tell a little white lie.”

“Yeah, we told him she’d be in a commercial for cheese puffs.” George added. “We’re just gonna have to … make up a commercial for cheese puffs now.”

“Zorua, transform into Duplica, please.” Steven instructed. The Zorua nodded, and with a single flip in mid-air, turned into the spitting image of Duplica: a perfect clone. “Great, Zorua!” Steven praised. He looked past Zorua at Duplica, who looked shocked. “You see? We don’t need you now. If you want to leave Ditto, you can go.”

“Yeah, only one problem, guys.” Duplica put her hands on her hips, her face smug with satisfaction. “Zorua can’t talk, and there’s no way I’m doing a voice over.”

“No matter, we’ll just grab an actress who sounds like you, or, even better, sounds sexier.” Steven argued. Duplica glared at him. “Look, Duplica. You’re a very nice girl, and I’d love to work with you. I’m sorry for the arguing, but if you’re not going to step up to the plate, I can’t use you.”

Duplica didn’t respond. She looked down at Ditto, who looked up at the Zorua lookalike with amazement. Zorua snickered.

“Well, if you’re done, it’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for.” Steven said. “Zorua, take off your clothing, please.”

“Okay, stop!”

The men all looked at Duplica.

“I’d rather do it on my own terms than watch you turn my clone into a filthy slut!” Duplica yelled, holding her clenched fists close to her. “I’ll do it, okay? But I’m only doing this for the Imite House!”

“You can do it for the gas station down the street for all I care.” Steven replied with a smile. “I’m just glad we got through to you.” Steven looked at Zorua, giving the Pokemon a nod. Zorua nodded in return, jumping and turning into her normal form with a flip. “Now, if you’d just show us your goddamn tits, we’ll get on the road.”

“Actually boss, she doesn’t need to yet.” George interjected. “We have to film the intro.” The cameramen glared at George. One raised a fist. “Oh come on, give the lady her damn dignity.”

“Fine, whatever.” Steven sighed. “Camera one, ready on set.” Steven looked at Duplica, who was innocently looking around with her hands behind her back. “Miss Imite, if you’d grace us with your presence, we need to do an interview of sorts before the action starts.”

“In my normal clothes?! But people would know it’s me!” Duplica protested.

“OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” Steven yelled. “You have stalled this for three fucking days! Get over there and we’ll censor shit in editing!”

Duplica nodded and picked up Ditto, walking over to the green screen. In front of it lie a pile of Pokemon plush dolls and costumes hung up above them. In front of the green screen was a wall that blocked view of it, made to look like a young girl’s bedroom.

“Here.” Steven tossed something at Duplica, who caught it without hesitation. “Wear this hat if you’re so worried.”

Duplica looked at the balled-up hat in her hand. She placed Ditto down and pulled the hat’s wrinkles out, getting a chance to look at it—her eyes widened.

The hat was identical to Ash’s--red color, green symbol and all.

“Uh, how did you get this?” Duplica asked. Her voice trembled.

“Oh, my daughter entered some contest back in the 90’s.” Steven replied. “She and some boy both won one; it’s supposedly an official Indigo League hat. She’s outgrown it now and I’ve used it in a few videos. I wrote something up in case you had to use it, so flip to page ten and we’ll backtrack.”

Duplica grabbed the script from the floor once Steven tossed it towards her. The Jenny script remained on the front—the very back was reserved for Steven’s just-in-case edits, apparently.

Duplica fell onto the pile of plush dolls, getting herself comfortable. Ditto crawled onto her stomach, giving her a reassuring smile.

“We’ll do this together, Ditto. I know you have my back.” Duplica smiled at her Pokemon.

“Ditto!” Ditto agreed.

“Cosplay PokeSluts 7, scene 1: Miss Imite introduction, take one.” One of the cameramen flipped down a slate, walking out of camera view.

“Action!” Steven commanded. One of the cameramen approached Duplica, zooming in on her face. As written in the script, Duplica feigned a cute, girlish giggle.

“So you’re Miss Imite, huh?” The cameraman asked. Duplica nodded with a big smile on her face.

“Yup, that’s little ol’ me!” Duplica replied. She flipped her hair aside, pushed down by the hat’s bill. “I love to cosplay and I love Pokemon!” Duplica feigned enthusiasm quite well; much more than she had expected of herself. She knew what was coming, however.

“Well, you’re very sexy.” The cameraman said. The camera zoomed in on her breasts, as Duplica expected. “Do you think you can give us a bit of a show?”

“Oh, I don’t know! I’m shy!” Duplica said. She was improvising, and by the look on Steven’s face, he wasn’t thrilled with the idea. “But, I mean, if my little Ditto is okay with it!”

“Ditto!” Ditto smiled at the camera, waving his little blob hands. Duplica took a deep breath and grabbed the rim of her orange shirt. Keeping her eyes closed, she slowly pulled it up past her stomach and breasts, revealing a sky-blue bra to the camera. She opened one eye, seeing a line of drool fall down the cameraman’s mouth.

“Uh, sure, I …” Duplica looked down at Ditto, one eye still closed. Ditto looked back at her. He had a look of determination in his eyes and gave her an encouraging nod.

It was now or never. Ditto believed in her. The men certainly were in her favor. She would get paid very handsomely for this and it would keep a roof over her head. It isn’t being a slut if she isn’t putting out for any random stranger, right? It’s just Ditto with different disguises. Everything will be fine.

Duplica reached behind her back, feeling her hands shake as she unfastened her bra. Moving her hands to her chest, she pulled the cups upward. Her breasts were revealed for the camera.

“You’re beautiful. I mean that.” The cameraman commented. Duplica opened her eyes, looking at the cameraman—his voice didn’t sound perverted or lewd at all; he sounded sincere. He actually thought Duplica’s body was beautiful and not just masturbation fuel.

“T-Thank you.” Duplica replied. She felt her face turn hot with blush. She wasn’t sure why, but his single compliment seemed to calm her slightly. She took her breasts in her hands, smiling at the camera. “I know they’re not all that big, but I think I’m cute.”

“Indeed you are.” The cameraman agreed. “Could you tell me, what are your favorite costumes to use?”

“Well, when I was a little girl, I liked to pretend I was like Officer Jenny and saved everyone from Team Rocket!” Duplica cheerfully replied. “So I guess I like my police costume a lot! Nurse Joy is fun too; I used to play pretend Pokemon Center with my Ditto!”

“Ditto!” Ditto added with a smile. All the while, Duplica’s breasts remained bare—after a few minutes, she had entirely forgotten. The fun of the interview had completely distracted her.

“That’s awesome, Miss Imite. Could we see you and Ditto playing with one of your costumes?”

“Well, sure you can! I actually have a very special one!” Duplica replied.

“She what.” Steven muttered from his director’s chair. “Duplica, I swear, if you fuck this up, you’re done.” Steven knew she couldn’t hear him, adding a more angered tone to his voice. “I swear to all that is good and holy, this had better be good.”

“If you’ll just hand me my bag, I’d be happy to show you!” Duplica put on her best fake smile. The camera reached his arm onscreen, holding Duplica’s Ditto bag. “Thanks! Now give me a second to change, okay? No peeking!”

“CUT!”

Duplica and the cameraman both turned to Steven.

“What the hell do you have in mind, Duplica?” Steven asked. “If you keep insisting to change off-screen, what reason would people have for watching this?”

“It’s a surprise, dummy!” Duplica stuck out her tongue.

“No, no surprises! It’s Jenny and Growlithe!” Steven commanded. “Do the fucking bit right!”

“Boss, maybe we should give her a shot.” George chimed in, drinking from a water bottle. “We already have her doin’ it, might as well work at her speed.”

“Are you people ALL against me?!” Steven shot his arms into the air, sighing. “Fine, whatever; Just make it good. Action.”

At Steven’s word, Duplica rushed from behind the changing curtain, falling back onto the plush pile. Instead of her normal clothes, she was dressed exactly the same as Ash Ketchum.

“Miss Imite? Who are you supposed to be?” The cameraman asked.

“Don’t you know? I’m …” Duplica paused; should she use his real name?  “I’m a new trainer; fresh out of … um … Vermilion City!”

“Just some new trainer?” The cameraman tilted his head. “I’ve never heard of you, then.”

“Don’t you know anything? I was … uh … Lt. Surge’s rival!” Duplica lied. As much as she wanted to be legit, she knew she had to protect Ash’s identity. There was one thing she couldn’t avoid, however:

“What Pokemon does this trainer have?”

“I have the most adorable Pikachu!” Duplica replied. “Ditto, please turn into Pikachu!”

“Pika!” Ditto had shape shifted into the perfect clone of Ash’s Pikachu. “Pikachu!”

“Uh, okay, sure.” The cameraman said. “I’ll go with it. What do you and your Pikachu do to start your journey?”

“Well, when we leave home, we’ve decided to be the best Pokemon-and-trainer duo ever! I know I need to train my Pikachu, though!” Duplica winked at the camera.

“This is so fucking sloppy I’m going to hurl.” Steven muttered from his chair. “Don’t ruin this, Imite.”

“How do you train him?” The cameraman asked Duplica. “Could you let us in on your secret?”

“Well, as long as you keep it to yourself, I guess I can!” Duplica giggled. “You see, it happened when we were walking through a forest …”