Wet & Sloppy

My slimy mouth overlaps hers, and my tongue-like appendage starts probing her lips with surprising force.

Maybe because she's in a state of utter shock from the unexpected advance, her body goes into "what the fuck" mode, allowing me to open her lips and slide inside with my gooey self.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth, probing deep. Delia's lips resist at first but lost the reluctance later, my tentacled-tongue forcing and toying with Her's.

Our tongues clash and tangle, a wet, sloppy mess of mouths. She lightly tries to push me away but I stick, suction-cupped to her face like a pink blob from hell.

Delia's hands fly up, trying to dislodge me but it's too late, my tongue has won the battle. Her lips relax and she yields to my invasion.

My tongue laps at her teeth, teasing them apart with licks and probes. Delia's eyes lock onto mine, a mix of shock and arousal etched on her face.

I feel her go limp, surrendering to my advances as I ravage her mouth like a starved beast. Our tongues dance, a primal display of passion and lust

I pull back from her mouth, leaving behind a wet, sloppy kiss. Delia's eyes flutter open, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Her face is coated in my slime, sticky and pink like a ghostly mask. I grin, feeling triumphant as she tries to wipe the goo off with the back of her hand.

The air's thick with tension between us, my Ditto body still pressed against hers.

"Wh-What was that!?" she said while gaping.

I don't answer with words. I had already had a taste of the peach, and I am now craving some more.

A shiver runs down her spine as I lean in again, my lips parting in a hungry grin.

She tries to move a bit away but it was in vain. Even as she stood up and tried to back back away from me, I was still glued to her body. And so, unwillingly, her face was again covered by my slimy body.

I engulf her face once more, our bodies pressed together as I move in for the kill.

Delia's hands flail around, trying to dislodge me but I'm stuck fast, a pink and gooey prison holding her captive.

"Squuuueeesh!" is all that escapes her mouth as I seal my lips on hers again, the sound of our kissing amplified by the wet, sloppy mess we're making.

"Mmmmmm!"

Our tongues clash in another series of sloppy, slurping kisses.

"Plink-plink-plink" goes my tongue as it flicks in and out of her mouth, claiming every inch of her lips.

Delia's eyes roll back in her head as I ravage her mouth, my tentacled-tongue taking no prisoners. "Slurp-slurp-SLURP!" we go, our kiss a messy, passionate explosion of sound and sensation, her hand which were moments ago trying to pry me away, now pressing me into herself.

She falls back onto the couch, eyes wide with surprise on the sudden fall, but I don't let up, my lips still ravaging hers in a messy, passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, my other appendage stretches and trails across her cleavage, sending shivers down her spine despite her best efforts to resist. No matter what she does, I'm still stuck to her body like glue, a pink and gooey prison holding her captive.

My appendage slips inside her chest piece as well as the soft bra, wrapping around her soft mound and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Mhmm" she moans, her voice muffled from the wild ongoing kiss as I continue to ravage her mouth with my tentacled-tongue.

*Squueeze-squueeze-squueeeze*

goes my appendage as it squeezes and releases, squeezing and releasing, a rhythmic motion that sends waves of pleasure through her body which I could feel from shivering of her tongue.

I pull my tongue out of her mouth, releasing it from its ravaging duties. The pink appendage follows suit, retracting back to my Ditto form as I settle onto her chest.

I gaze up at Delia with an innocent and curious expression, my eyes shaped into a cresent shape with joy.

"Dittoo?" I mewl to her.

Delia's face is a deep shade of red from the pleasure and lack of breath, her chest heaving rapidly as she tries to catch her wind. She looks like she's been put through a wringer.

"Th-that was...amazing..." she murmured as her gaze lingers on my innocent face, her mind reeling with the thought: Did he even know what he did? Was it just... natural for Dittos?

She begins to doubt herself, wondering if she misinterpreted the whole situation. Maybe it was all an accident, a mere coincidence that her cheeks happened to be in the way of his... exploratory appendages.

Rubbing her cheeks on him? Oh dear, had she been too forward? Delia's face flushes even more as she starts to feel a mix of embarrassment and guilt. It's possible that Ditto was just reacting instinctively, without any awareness of its actions.

The thought makes her hesitate, unsure of how to react or what to make of the situation. Should she laugh it off, try to play it cool, or maybe... apologize? The more Delia thinks about it, the more confused and flustered she becomes.

Delia laughed nervously as she tried to play down the situation, "Uh, I think we got a bit carried away there, didn't we?"

But my Ditto brain was still stuck on innocent mode, and all I did was a curious "Dittoo?" as I gazed up at her with an expression of genuine curiosity.

Delia's laughter faltered and she looked away, trying to gather her thoughts. When she turned back to me, her voice was laced with embarrassment. "Oh, nothing. Never mind..."

But my Ditto eyes were still wide with wonder, as if I had no idea what we just did or why Delia seemed so flustered.

"Dii Dii Ditoo?" I chimed in again, tilting my head to the side and looking at her with an expression that was both innocent and baffling.

Delia sighed and tried to reassure me, "It's okay, Ditto. I think we just... um, bonded a little too strongly there."

With another "Dittoo," I sprang up from Delia's chest and landed on the couch beside her, my Ditto body sprawling out in a relaxed heap as I let out a contented sigh.

Delia watched me, her eyes a mix of amusement and confusion as she tried to process what was happening. One minute, we were engaging in a passionate kiss, and the next, I was acting like I had no idea what just transpired, as if it was all just a series of innocent misunderstandings.

She shook her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she regarded me with a mix of affection and exasperation. "You're something else, Ditto," she murmured, her voice low and soft.