Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

Yeah Yeah, it was kinda dropped but a very kind reader by the name of God_of_wind_200 provided some of the advanced chapters that were lost when patreon went down.

So it seems that more chapters to be read by you guys was in fate. It mostly smut content so don't elevate your expectations through, and there can be some mistakes as I haven't really cross checked everything.

There was a bit of jumbling in chapters content so a bit of connecting content would be missing from last chapter to this chapter, so I would just summarize it below:

After eating food, Mewtwo gets sleepy so mc tucks her In bed. Coming out of her bedroom, he sees Delia washing the dishes, and seeing the booty, something that isn't shield hero rises. A bit of groping around later, they found themselves In bed, and the chapter continues from there.

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So there I was, face-first in Delia's oh-so-divine ass, my hands gripping

those lush hips like they were the last lifeboat on the Titanic. But I wasn't

about to let this ship sink without a fight. Oh no, sirree, I was ready to

captain this booty-licious journey all the way to the Promised Land.

Delia was squirming, her half-hearted attempts at escape doing absolutely

nothing to deter me. In fact, it just made me want to dig in deeper, like a

burrowing Oshawott on a beach day. So, with a cheeky grin (although she

couldn't see it, of course), I did just that.

I swiveled her around like a top, my hands sliding down to her waist,

hoisting her up like she was a feather. Her skirt? Yeah, that thing dropped to

the ground faster than a Team Rocket member chasing a Jigglypuff. Now,

she was left with only those thin, lacy panties—a tantalizing glimpse of what

lay beneath.

"Eek!" Delia let out this startled little cry that was honestly just too adorable.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, and her arms clung to my

neck for dear life. It was like she was giving me the world's sexiest trust fall,

and I was more than ready to catch her.

Meanwhile, my hands? Well, they were digging into her ass cheeks like they

were the softest, most irresistible ice cream scoops ever invented. Imagine

the world's finest gelato, melting perfectly in your mouth. Now, imagine that,

but with Delia's butt. Perfection, I tell you.

I couldn't help but bury my face in her nape, taking in that motherly aroma

—a mix of comfort, warmth, and a hint of something that said, "Yes, I can

handle your bullshit, but I'll still love you." It was intoxicating, and I was officially drunk Delia.

I started peppering her with kisses and light bites, my lips tracing a path up

and down her neck like a cartographer mapping out the world's most

tantalizing territory. Each kiss was a stamp of my claim, each bite a promise

of the wild ride to come.

"Ennn~ So... rough... hah," she panted, her breath hot and ragged against

my ear. Her body was a live wire, every touch sending electric shocks

through her system. And I was the master conductor, orchestrating this

symphony of pleasure.

With my legs on autopilot, I started moving towards her bedroom. Each step

was a calculated move in this dance of lust and desire. Delia's bedroom

was the final destination, the place where all our pent-up passion would

explode like a freaking Voltorb.

"Ditto... what are you... doing?" she whimpered, her voice a mix of confusion

and anticipation. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and her heart

pounding like a Ponyta on a race track.

"Just taking you where you belong, Delia," I murmured into her neck, my

voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through her entire body. "Your bed,

sweetheart. That's where all this magic happens."

She let out a helpless little moan, her legs tightening around me even more.

It was like she was afraid I'd drop her, but I had no intention of letting go.

Not now, not ever.

As we reached the bedroom door, I kicked it open with a flourish, like some

kind of dramatic movie star making a grand entrance. The room was dimly

lit, the soft glow of the moon casting a gentle light over everything. It was

the perfect setting for what was about to go down.

Setting Delia down gently on the bed, I took a moment to admire her. Her

body was a masterpiece, every curve and dip calling out to be explored, to

be worshipped. And I was more than ready to answer that call.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Delia," I whispered, my voice barely more than

a breath. "I could just eat you up."

Delia blushed, her eyes lowering in that shy, demure way that just made me

want to ravage her even more. "Ditto... you're embarrassing me," she

murmured, but there was a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Embarrassing you?" I scoffed, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

"Sweetheart, I haven't even started yet. By the time I'm done with you,

'embarrassed' will be the last thing on your mind."

With that, I leaned in, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left no

room for doubt. This was it.

As our kiss deepened, I felt my tongue shift, splitting into my trademarked

four-tongue form. Each one was a little serpent of pleasure, writhing and

twisting around Delia's tongue, exploring every corner of her mouth with an

intensity that left her gasping for air.

"Mmph! Ditto, what—?" Delia tried to pull back, her eyes wide with shock,

but I just grinned (as much as one can grin while kissing) and kept going.

"Just wait, sweetheart," I murmured into her mouth. "You're in for a treat."

And a treat she got. My four tongues worked in perfect harmony, one sliding

against the roof of her mouth, another teasing her gums, and the other two

wrapping around her tongue like a slippery, sensual straightjacket. Delia's

moans filled the air, her body squirming beneath me as she tried to process

the onslaught of pleasure.

While my tongues were busy working their magic, my hands weren't idle

either. I reached up, gripping the neckline of her thin top, and with one swift

motion, I tore it apart like it was made of tissue paper. Delia gasped, her

eyes snapping open in surprise.

"Ditto! My shirt—" she started to protest, but I cut her off with another

searing kiss, my tongues silencing her words.

My hands found her breasts, still clad in her lacy bra. I didn't bother

removing it—instead, I just started kneading them right through the fabric,

my fingers squeezing and teasing her flesh until her nipples were hard and

aching for more.

Delia's moans grew louder, her body arching into my touch. "Oh god, Ditto...

that feels... ahhh..." she gasped, her words trailing off into a long, low groan

of pleasure.

But I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. I pulled back just enough to let

her see me, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know what? I think these

clothes are just getting in the way," I said, a wicked grin spreading across

my face.

And then, in an instant, my clothes melted away, disappearing back into my

body like they'd never been there at all. Delia's eyes widened in disbelief,

her jaw dropping open.

"You can do that too?!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and awe.

I chuckled, my grin widening. "I can do many things, sweetheart. Just you

wait and see."

With that, I started to grind against her, my hips moving in a slow, sensual

rhythm that left no room for doubt about what was on my mind. I could feel

the heat of her pussy through her soaked panties, the wetness growing at avisible pace as she responded to my touch.

"Oh god, Ditto..." Delia moaned, her hands reaching up to claw at my back.

Her nails dug into my flesh, leaving long, red welts that only served to turn

me on even more.

I could feel the pleasure building inside me, the friction of our bodies

driving me wild. But I wanted more. I needed more. So, without missing a

beat, I let my face melt into a gooey, slime form, engulfing Delia's face like a

living, breathing mask of pure sensation.

Delia let out a muffled gasp, her eyes wide with shock and desire. I made

sure to leave her some breathing holes—I wasn't about to let her suffocate

on my watch. But other than that, her face was completely enveloped, my

slime form massaging and caressing every inch of her skin.

My four tongues, meanwhile, were still hard at work, sliding and writhing

against her mouth like a pack of wild Snubbulls on the rampage. Delia's

moans were a symphony of pleasure and disbelief, her body writhing

beneath me as she tried to process the sheer intensity of it all.

But I still had one more trick up my sleeve. Or should I say, hand?

I slid one hand down from her breasts, tracing a path of pure fire across her

skin. Delia gasped, her body arching in anticipation as my fingers slipped

beneath the waistband of her drenched panties.

With one swift motion, I slid them aside, baring her wet, eager pussy to the

cool air of the room. Delia let out a muffled cry of pleasure, her hips bucking

wildly as I slid a finger deep inside her.

Her pussy was like a furnace, hot and tight and so fucking wet that I could

feel my own desire ramping up to eleven. I started to pump my finger in and

out, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with a relentless precision that

left her gasping for air.

"Mmph! Ditto! Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Delia cried out, her voice muffled

by my slime form. Her body was shaking, her nails digging deeper into my

back as she clung to me for dear life.