[b][center]Cocks Don’t Talk[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] “Go away!” Dill dodged the apple awkwardly, sliding aside barely far enough to avoid the unripe green fruit’s impact on the grassy ground but not far enough to avoid all of the fragments as it broke apart. Either it was rotten, or the infernape had a hell of a throwing arm. Fighting types being fighting types, Dill knew where he’d put his money. “Hey, listen, can we just talk this over?” He begged as he undulated toward the base of the tree. “I think- Ow!” The second apple connected with an audible splat that deformed the poor ditto under the force of the throw. He rolled it off himself in time to catch sight of the monkey flickering over to another tree. “Oh come on!” Being a pink blob didn’t make a ‘mon speedy. Dill had to follow the monkey on ‘foot’. Fortunately the primate couldn’t go far; the daycare grounds weren’t that big, and mostly devoted to the pond and artificial caves- there weren’t that many trees to leap between. And if Dill might, embarrassingly, have managed to lose track of the fast-moving orange and white furry form even in that limited selection… Well, he could at least claim some points back for being clever enough to realize only one of them had thick enough leaves to hide a fire-monkey. He sighed, peering up with his beady eyes into the dark foliage. Nothing much to see from here. Himself, he felt a little more exposed. The daycare wasn’t amazingly busy, but he was getting a few looks now from that vibrava over there. “Look, you’re not fooling anyone. How about you just come down and we get it over with?” “No.” Stony obstinance from up above. “Not to brag, but us dittos are as good as they say in the sack. I am anyway. Rave reviews, you can ask around right here.” “No.” It might as well have been a recording. Dill kept trying anyway. “If it’s just that I’m all pink and wobbly I can fix that.” Dill coaxed. “I can be a sexy lady ape for you. And I do a damn nice rack if I do say so myself. Even pretty good at the eyes, and not just [i]any[/i] ditto can-“ “No.” “If you’re into guys that’s no problem either. And I don’t have to be an infernape if you don’t want. There’s enough pokemon here to model most guy’s tastes.” “No.” Time to bring in the big guns (and hope anyone listening didn’t spread it around too much, for the sake of Dill’s reputation). “I can do a decent Nurse Joy impersonation.” “No.” Well, shit. That was most of the easy fixes offered and not a single flicker of hesitation on the turn-down. “Can I at least come up there to chat?” Dill wheedled. “I promise no funny business.” Silence. Figuring that was about as good as he was going to get, Dill flowed his way to the trunk and started to climb. The bark was thankfully rough enough to manage. Not that gravity was ever his friend. To his relief the stubborn infernape was still there when he got past enough layers of leaves to see him. The fire-type scowled at Dill as the ditto flowed onto the top side of a neighboring branch, long toes gripping and regripping on his own perch. “I’m not fucking you.” “Yeesh.” Dill picked a fragment of bark out of himself to toss it away. “That’s kind of my point. You could fuck [i]anyone[/i] (as played by me) and then we could go our separate ways. Your name was Capsicum, right? I think Molly said something like that before she dropped me off.” The infernape huffed at him and turned his head away. “Look, I ain’t saying I’m gonna force issues. But it could be ages before our trainers get a clue that we’re not hitting it off.” The ditto moved trunkward to adhere against the widest part of the branch he could, aware of the drop. “Now, this isn’t exactly Distortion World or anything, and I betcha someone’ll make time for me even if you won’t, but as long as we’re here I’m missing out on my shows and some hella kinky friends with benefits back home. And I bet you miss the battle circuit. You are a battler, right? You got the look.” Their jaw tightened, but the rest of the monkey across from him relaxed. “Yeah. I battle.” “Called it. And our trainers made it pretty clear they were hoping for an egg. That sounds good to me too, now I’ve got a closer look at you…” Dill made some eyebrows just to bounce them suggestively, and Capsicum tensed back up as if to jump away before the ditto waved a couple pseudopods at him in apology. “Just laying it all out there. I’m a slut, not a rapist.” Capsicum relaxed once more, eyes narrowing almost thoughtfully. “You sound proud of that. The slut part.” “Eh…” Dill wobbled back a shrug. “Professional hazard of being a breeder’s ditto. But just between you and me I’d probably sleep with everything that moves anyway. Besides, I’m good at it. I bet I really could make it worth your while.” The infernape snorted, and shuffled sideways to lean back against the tree’s trunk. Dill couldn’t help but try sneak a look between Capsicum’s legs. He didn’t dare be obvious enough to get a [i]good[/i] look, but he thought he could tick ‘teeny weeny and shy about it’ off the list of potential reasons for the infernape’s refusal. “So if we’re likely to stay here for a while anyway, level with me. Why not go for it?” The glare this time was lacking most of its prior sting. Ever talkative, Dill pushed on through the residual grump with ease, watching the fire-type’s face for any clue. “If it’s just privacy, we’ve got a nice little nest right here. No? Maybe you’ve got a sweetheart you don’t want to cheat on?” Capsicum shook his head. “I get it if you do, really. Not that a daycare hookup really counts but.” “No. No mate.” Clearly Capsicum wasn’t much of a talker. “Don’t you want to get back to fighting and stuff?” “[i]Yes.[/i]” Just as rock solid as all the refusals. “I want to travel, and fight.” “Then, seriously, [i]why not?[/i]” Dill pleaded. “If you’re not into me, I can be just about any pokemon you might want. Male, female, small, big- not too big, or I blow away like a balloon, but I can be pretty big.” “I’m not interested in sex. Period.” Dill sat silent for a long moment, then let himself collapse back against the trunk beside the monkey. Not touching, he didn’t think he could get away with that. “Well, shit. I can’t say I can relate.” “Sorry.” “You don’t sound very sorry.” The ditto pointed out accurately. “Have you ever even tried it?” “No.” Yep, that cold rock word again. Its solidity went on to pre- (or re-) answer the question of if Capsicum ever[i]wanted[/i] to try, too. “Fuuuck.” Dill curled into himself a little, staring off into space. “I feel sorry for you, Capsicum. Sex is like… awesome. And cuddling and getting all up in a sexy sweetheart and the squeezing and the squirting and all that good stuff. If I couldn’t get any I’d be playing with myself and fantasizing about all the hotties like crazy.” “Not me.” Said the infernape. “…Cap.” “Eh?” “Friends call me Cap.” “Oh. Cap. Okay.” Dill said awkwardly. “I’m Dill, if I didn’t already say. Still. Sorry you can’t like…. Whatever. Bumping uglies is one of life’s big things and I’m sorry you’re missing it. Sure I can’t talk you into-“ “No.” “Yeah, I guess I walked into that. Offer still stands anyway.” Dill was still lost in the morbid contemplation of a life involving no sex, to the point he wasn’t quite sure how many minutes elapsed when Cap spoke up again. “Not fantasizing, I meant.” “Huh?” Dill blinked over at Cap, who wasn’t meeting his eyes. “I don’t think about ‘hotties’.” The ditto had to search through and reassemble his memories of the conversation for a bit to decode that. “…So you do jack off?” “Yeah.” “But you don’t want to have sex with anyone else.” Dill continued as if assembling a complex theorem. “No.” “So, uh, what if I turned into a copy of-“ “No. I only like my own dick.” The stern pokemon seemed to waver slightly for the first time. Embarrassed, perhaps? Definitely embarrassed, the sort of embarrassed that came of admitting a personal secret and finding it sounded even weirder now that it had been forced into words. Dill was quite familiar with the sentiment, and knew Cap was going to backpedal before the monkey himself did. “I like to touch myself. Nobody else.” “You like touching yourself.” “Uh.” Dill’s gaze drilled into Cap with unexpected intensity, and the monkey edged back ever so slightly as he wouldn’t have for a hyper beam to the face. “Yes? I just said.” “But you don’t want to have sex with someone else.” Certainty returned to Cap’s voice. “No, I don’t.” “You like your dick, and you like touching it, and you get off just fine like that.” “Yes.” If Dill hadn’t been deep in the process of concocting his current notion of a concept, he would have found the quick change back to confusion hilarious. “And you want to get back to roaming around with your trainer and beating the crap out of whoever has the bad luck to run into you, right?” “Yes…?” “Well, let’s suppose you could just have a nice jerk-off and it would get us both out of here faster. Interested?” Cap gazed down at him, one eyebrow raised suspiciously. “Look, just… Imagine your cock is bigger than usual. Every guy likes that idea, right?” Even if they didn’t plan on sticking it in anyone else? Dill hoped so, since it might be the difference between selling Cap on his idea and missing Tentacle Threesome Thursday while their respective humans slowly figured out the situation. “Does that sound appealing? At all? Or even neutral, I’ll take what I can get here.” To his relief the primate nodded after a moment of skeptical thought. “…Bigger wouldn’t be bad. What are you saying?” “Bear with me, I’m trying to keep myself as, uh… Not-involved as possible for you.” Not something Dill ever thought he’d be saying with regard to sex, but desperate times. He carefully extended himself over to Cap’s branch to look the infernape head-on, while ironically he phrased his idea as obliquely as he could contrive. “So here’s my pitch: Just sit there and close your eyes for a couple minutes, maybe spread your legs out a little bit, and when you open them you’ll be packing some extra. You do your thing and beat the meat. And an egg just uhhhh… shows up, and we can get on with our lives.” The fire-type stared at him, lifting one hand to scratch at his jaw. “Are you going to-“ “Shhhh!” Dill reared up into his face like a pink splash, waving pseudopods frantically. “I’m trying to offer you some deniability here. As far as you’re concerned I got nothing to do with it, right? Because I want this to [i]work[/i] so we can head home, and I don’t know where your threshold is.” Cap stared at Dill. Something was going on behind those eyes, but the ditto couldn’t read his body language well enough to know what. Until, hesitantly, Cap nodded. “I can try… closing my eyes for a bit.” “Great! Thanks, I promise I’ll-“ The ditto caught himself at the last second. “-uh, give you some privacy. Right after that. Yeah.” With a hard-edged suspicious look, Cap nodded. The infernape lowered his lids with a deliberateness that was almost painful, and shifted his weight back on the branch. One leg uncrossed to feel around for a footgrip on the neighboring branch, and then the other shifted to brace his weight a bit better, rounded out by a hand already wrapped around another branch above. It felt mildly insulting, like the infernape was expecting Dill to tackle him or something. But as a glimpse down reminded him, the guy [i]was[/i] up in a tree with his eyes closed. So he shifted his attention to his objective. Capsicum actually was a bit smaller than he’d thought from the earlier glimpse, maybe three inches of dude tube soft and a bit on the narrow side. Didn’t have the ‘look’ of a grower but Dill had been surprised on that front a few times. Not half bad proportionally though. And his balls, well. Speaking as an expert, Dill thought they could take more credit for making Cap’s rod look small than the rod could. They were big. He’d love to get his gooey self all over those. In the interest of carrying out the plan Dill reminded himself that Cap wasn’t going to put up with anything like that. He had to settle for admiring the package as he undulated in its direction, lifting himself with some difficulty over Cap’s foot so as not to touch. Carefully he extended his malleable body up in an arc over the tantalizing nutsack to touch delicately on the flaccid shaft resting on top of it. Capsicum’s whole body twitched. Dill paused motionless, looking up at the wince on the fire-type’s face. He wanted to say something reassuring but stopped himself. Nothing to do but carry on until this played out one way or the other. As smoothly and gradually as he could he flowed onto the monkey’s maleness, creeping a thin layer of himself over it from his main mass. Once that was done he dared to move a little faster. He migrated his mass from the branch into that membrane, compressing as best he could, adhered himself around the root of the shaft as his main point of support. The difficult part was doing it without pulling at the crotch-fur too much. That hair itched faintly where it penetrated through him, fibers through putty while he did his best to stick to the skin underneath. “Are you… gone yet?” “Not quite yet.” Dill said. Now he was resting almost entirely on the furry nutsack, a blob affixed to the infernape’s penis. Until he started to elongate into more of a cylinder. Dill had shaped a lot of cocks for himself in his life, and more than once had been mostly cock by volume to play to a partner who craved the hyper-endowed. So it turned out to be less difficult than he expected to turn entirely into one. His glans slithered by gravity down the cleft between those balls, until he came to a stop nudging the bark of the tree. Time to start in on the detail work. Dill did what he could to mimic the organ he was engulfing by touch, planning ahead how things should expand once Cap got rolling. At the last moment Dill realized he should have paid more attention to the cock’s coloration. But he wasn’t going to stop now and give Cap a chance to lose his nerve. He shifted his surface to a fleshier pink than his usual, darkened the head, and threw in a few blue veins for good measure. It would have to do. “Okay, I’m gone.” Capsicum hesitantly opened one eye and peered down. Then the other, more decisively. Dill watched- watched as well as he could without forming obvious eyes- the monkey tilt his head as he examined the monster between his legs. Where his limp sausage had been was a much [i]larger[/i] sausage. About three times as long and much thicker. He reached down and crooked two fingers under the length and lifted. Immediately Dill put pressure on the real prick inside him, aiming to press at about the same places as he was being pressed. “…Heavy.” Cap commented. Ostensibly to no-one in particular. “Feels a little different.” Dill wanted to tell Cap to bite him. But he had to concentrate on swelling up instead. Different or no he must have been passing well enough to get the loner monkey to quarter-chub and rising. Cap fondled the definitely-not-ditto experimentally, flopping it this way and that as he took in the way the heft pulled at his crotch. He squeezed, and it hardened as he went. Ignoring the after-sensations he gripped the organ to force the parts above and below his fist hard, felt something like it a second later. “I think I can do this.” He admitted. Then, more harshly, he added, “As long as nobody interrupts. Cocks don’t talk.” And the cock didn’t. It seemed a bit sullen as it came closer to hardness though. The head expanded, turning an angry red as it engorged. Capsicum ignored it, focusing on gripping ‘his’ tool without a fuck given for what anybody else thought. Just as he liked it. Dill’s experience was the opposite, focused entirely as it was on Cap. Imitating the sensations of Cap’s handling was turning out to be a challenge in two parts. First, paying close enough attention to the gropes to replicate them at least approximately on Capsicum’s real shaft. And second, ignoring the pleasantness of the sensation enough to concentrate on the first part. He was a cock right now, after all. One big sex organ with most of the sensitivity to match. Jokes about dittos being all sex organ all the time aside, it didn’t help his focus. Now fully hard, Capsicum shifted to an upward pull. The soft outer skin bunched above his hand on the upstroke, then elastically pulled back into place when he let go to pull it upward again. He could admit to himself that Dill was correct about prete- about leaving. As it was he felt the slight delay in sensation might become off-putting if he overthought it. The size increase helped, though. Not a fantasy he had premeditated in any real way- after all, what mattered to him was the feeling of rubbing himself off. Blowing off some steam and emptying his balls. And admiring himself just a little. He didn’t understand romance and didn’t care to, but lust… he could feel lust fine. Just not directed outward. Right now he had a lot of fuckstick to rub. And he was going to pretend that he was always this red and veiny to keep the illusion intact. Seeing as there was so much free real estate, Cap decided to work on more of it. He startled Dill by shifting his weight and lifting a leg, transferring that foothold on the branch to his oversized ditto penis! Let it be said that Capsicum didn’t put any particular thought into grabbing the lower part of his dick with his dexterous foot; he used his lower limbs to hold onto things all the times, especially when up off the ground. That was what a climbing primate’s toes were [i]for[/i]. So there was nothing odd going on here except being able to fit two sets of digits around his tool at once. Dill, though, thought [i]Wow. That’s pretty kinky.[/i] He didn’t have time to think much else before dedicating his attention to echoing the double grope as Cap started masturbating in earnest. Shared pleasure and the act of performing occupied him for several dozen strokes. Now well into the swing of things the masturbatory monkey felt ready to add to the fun. It had occurred to him that the increased length put the end of his cock in proximity to his mouth. There was only one thing to do. His ‘cock’ throbbed energetically in his grip as he lapped over the rough skin of the glans, making him moan at the momentary paroxysm of feeling before his ‘sense of touch’ evened out. He lapped over his tip, rhythmically squeezing with hand and foot while he worked it over and drove himself and Dill wild. Cap opened his mouth to take the whole thick knob in and suck roughly. Pre spilled over his taste buds salt and sour, the feeling he got wonderfully rough and erotic- and probably less accurate than anything else so far, but with no previous oral sessions to compare it didn’t grate. He sucked himself down, licking and even biting lightly. His hand let go, blindly finding another branch at random to steady himself as he started to stroke once more in a mixed foot/blow job. More and more feverishly he worked the oversized endowment. Pleasure washed away any suppressed inkling that this might not be a solitary endeavor- and just as well, because Dill’s imitation was getting sloppy under the stimulation he had to bear directly. Up, down, around, press there- The pace could continue no longer. Capsicum lifted off the head of the giant rod to groan his orgasm as he released. And true to his role Dill spurted a hard stream of white semen all over the fire-type’s face, then another, painting the front of Cap’s head in streaks of their mixed sex fluids. Cap went limp against the tree, panting, with his manhood (as played by Dill) pulsing and throbbing against his stomach while he rubbed the last of the release out lazily by foot. He didn’t much mind the mess he was making of his front. “…I could stand to be hung for a while yet.” He said as if to nobody in particular. Because nobody was there, because he didn’t want anyone else involved. “And jack off again. Just in case.” That was just fine to Dill, who was realizing: A) he’d passed all Cap’s jizz right on through his urethra, B) there probably wasn’t enough residual in that pipe to make an egg, and C) his planning skills needed work. Luckily, it’s hard to tell if a cock is blushing from their own stupidity. “Yeah, let’s-“ “Cocks don’t talk. Chatty dittos talk. I don’t have sex with other pokemon, the thought is a turnoff, and I am NOT talking to anyone now.” Capsicum said emphatically to empty air. He waited, the momentary tension draining out of him as his cock indeed did not talk- why would it, right?- and idly picked a glob of semen off his chest to taste himself. Never let it be said that Dill didn’t accommodate his partners. Besides, he was kinda looking forward to being jacked off again. [center]The End[/center]