Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

Subject 79. Journey To The South

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Date Oct 15, 2024 at 6:10 AM

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79. Journey To The South

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Morning light sneaks in through the curtains, painting the room with a warm,

golden glow. I wake up, my arm half-dead beneath the weight of something

soft and squishy. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I'm greeted by a sight

that's equal parts adorable and confusing – Mewtwo, sprawled out on top of

me like a lazy cat, her pink form rising and falling gently with each breath.

To my side, Delia's out cold, buck naked, and snoring softly, her head

resting on my other arm.

Well, isn't this a fucking tableau.

I give Mewtwo a little poke, and she stirs, her eyes flickering open. She

looks up at me, then around the room, her gaze landing on Delia. A tiny

smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. Delia chooses that moment to wake

up, her eyes going wide as she takes in her state of undress and Mewtwo's

presence.

Oh boy, here we go.

"Shit!" Delia yelps, scrambling to cover herself with the blanket. Her face is

beet red, and she's avoiding eye contact with both of us. "I...uh...I must

have fallen asleep like this," she mumbles, clearly embarrassed.

Mewtwo, the little minx, just grins wider, her eyes darting between Delia and

me. There's a mischievous glint in her eyes, like she knows something we

don't. I raise an eyebrow at her, but she just floats up, giggling softly.

Delia, trying to salvage some dignity, reaches out and grabs Mewtwo's

hand. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," she says, her voice a mix of

embarrassment and affection. Mewtwo follows her, floating along

obediently, but not before throwing me a wink over her shoulder.

Oh, she's got some fucking nerve. I chuckle, shaking my head as I watch

Delia's hips sway hypnotically while she leads Mewtwo to the bathroom.

Delia's hips sway hypnotically while she leads Mewtwo to the bathroom.

Wait, was Mewtwo naked this whole time? Fuck it, who cares.

As I sit up, I feel something wet and cold in my pants. Ew, what the fuck? I

reach down and touch the damp spot, pulling my hand back to find it

coated in some mysterious goo. Did I seriously come in my pants in my

sleep? That's some fucking teenage shit right there. I shudder, wiping my

hand off on the bedsheet before standing up and stretching.

Blood fucking finally. I shake out my numb arm, feeling the pins and

needles as circulation returns.

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I was standing in the open field, the morning sun beating down on my body

like a fucking heat lamp. My eyes were slits as I squinted at the house,

wondering why the hell Delia was taking so damn long. I mean, how long

does it take to pack a bag? Time ticks away, and I'm growing increasingly

impatient.

Finally, the door creaked open, and out stepped Delia, her face flushed red

like she'd just run a marathon. She was lugging this massive duffel bag over

her shoulder, which looked like it could swallow a small village. Her summer

dress clung to her curves, and the light fabric swished around her calves

with each step. The dress was modest but freeing, with a plunging neckline

that hinted at her cleavage—the perfect mix of classy and fuck me sexy.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Delia, what the actual fuck? You

planning on moving a small country in that thing?" My voice dripped with

amusement and a hefty dose of sarcasm.

Delia huffed, her cheeks puffing out like a pissed-off pufferfish. "Well, Ditto,

we need supplies! Clean clothes, underwear, important documents, food,

camping equipment—"

I held up a hand, cutting her off mid-lecture. "Whoa there, Momma Bear. I

get it, you're the responsible one. But damn, we're not trekking through the

fucking Himalayas here." I shook my head, still trying to wrap my mind

around the absurdity of her overpreparedness.

Her eyes narrowed, and she gave me that classic 'don't fuck with me' look

that only a responsible adult could muster. "Listen here, young man—"

Oh, for fuck's sake. I stepped forward, grabbed her face in my hands, and

planted a firm, shut-the-hell-up kiss on those lecturing lips. Her eyes

widened in surprise, but she melted into the kiss, her body pressing against

mine like we were in a fucking dance-off.

I pulled back, smirking at the slightly dazed look in her eyes. "There. Now

that you're properly silenced, let's get this show on the road."

Delia blinked a few times, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.

"You... you can't just... just kiss me to shut me up!" she stammered, trying to

"You... you can't just... just kiss me to shut me up!" she stammered, trying to

regain her composure.

I grinned, delivering a playful smack to her ass. "Just did. Now, let's go."

Mewtwo, who had been quietly watching the exchange with that sneaky

gaze of hers, floated over to us, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and

amusement. "Is this how you silence people?" she asked, her voice a soft

purr in our minds.

Delia shot me a look that screamed, 'See what you're making her learn!' I

just grinned and doubled down. "Yep, but only special people deserve this

kind of silence," I said, giving Mewtwo a wink.

Mewtwo's voice chimed in my head, "Like lovers?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but you can use it whenever you want to."

Mewtwo's voice rang again, "I wanna kiss too~"

I chuckled. "Later, later."

Delia eyed us suspiciously, her gaze flicking between Mewtwo and me. I

clapped my hands, breaking the tension. "Alright, let's get moving. Once

the sun's beating down on us, it'll be a bitch to travel."

Delia looked at me like I was crazy. "But... we'll be traveling for at least 2-3

days to reach Pewter City. Won't the sun come up anyway?"

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh, who said we're walking?"

Delia's eyebrows shot up. "Bus?"

I laughed. "Widen your horizons, Delia. We're gonna fly so high."

Delia's eyes widened in disbelief, and she shook her head vehemently. "No

way! What if we fall? I'm scared of heights!"

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, think about it. We'll reach Pewter City in no time.

Plus, you'll get to see some seriously gorgeous scenery. It'll be like a

freaking nature documentary, but in real life!"

Delia still looked unconvinced, so I signaled Mewtwo for backup. Mewtwo

floated over to Delia, her big doe eyes pleading. "Please, Delia. It'll be so

much fun!"

Delia sighed, her resolve crumbling under Mewtwo's adorable assault.

"Alright, fine. But if we fall, I'm blaming both of you."

Mewtwo squealed in delight and wrapped her arms around Delia, hugging

her tightly. "You're the best, Delia!"

I grinned, watching the two of them. "Alright, now that we've got that settled,

let's hit the skies!"

let's hit the skies!"

Delia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey ahead. Little did

she know, this was just the beginning of our crazy adventure.

I turned to Delia, ready to explain the logistics of our aerial adventure.

"Alright, so for Mewtwo to float us up and fly, we need to be close to each

other. Like, really close." I winked, trying to add a bit of cheekiness to the

situation.

But before I could finish my spiel, Mewtwo embarrassingly interrupted,

"Actually, we don't really need to be exactly touching each other."

I shot her a judging gaze, and she quickly waved her hands, trying to

backpedal. "I mean, yesterday I wasn't experienced in using my powers,

but today I can do it properly!"

Delia's eyes widened, and she looked at me with a mix of fear and concern.

"But if she doesn't have much experience, isn't that dangerous?"

I chuckled, giving her a reassuring pat on the back. "Nah, don't worry about

it. Mewtwo here is fucking powerful. We're in good hands, trust me."

Delia bit her lip, still looking a bit scared. "Alright, but... can you hold me

close? Just in case."

I grinned and walked behind her, wrapping my hand around her waist.

"Okay now?" I asked, giving her a little squeeze.

Delia nodded cutely, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yes, that's better."

Mewtwo, feeling a bit regretful for revealing her secret earlier, extended her

psychic energy to wrap around us. Our bodies slowly began to lift off the

ground, and Delia's eyes widened in a mix of awe and fear.

"Oh my god, we're floating!" she exclaimed, her voice a high-pitched

squeak. She gripped my arm tightly, her nails digging into my skin. "Don't

let go of me, Ditto!"

I chuckled, holding her closer. "Don't worry, babe. I've got you. Just enjoy

the ride."

As we ascended higher into the sky, the breeze picked up, rustling our hair

and clothes. Delia's grip tightened, and I could feel her heart pounding

against my chest. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she muttered under her

breath, her eyes squeezed shut.

I leaned in, my voice barely above a whisper. "Open your eyes, Delia. You

don't wanna miss this."

She hesitated for a moment before slowly opening her eyes. The sight

before her was breathtaking. The landscape stretched out beneath us, a

mix of greens, blues, and browns. Rivers snaked through the terrain,

reflecting the sunlight like silver ribbons. Fields of wildflowers dotted the

hillsides, their colors painting the ground in a vibrant mosaic.

Ho-oh!

Delia's breath hitched, and she let out a soft gasp. "It's... it's beautiful," she

whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I smiled, holding her close as we soared through the sky. "See, told you it'd

be worth it."

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Few Moments later...

"DAAAAMN YOUUU" A banshee like scream echoed through the skies.

When Mewtwo cranked up the speed, Delia's wide-eyed wonder morphed

into full-blown panic. She clung to me like a baby koala to its momma, her

body pressed so tight against mine that I could feel every damn curve. I

didn't knew when but she had turned her body around, depriving my little

brother the comfortable embrace of her ass-cheeks.

The wind whipped around us, turning her hair into a Medusa-like mess, and

she let out these high-pitched shrieks that could've given a banshee a run

for its money.

"Ditto! It's too fast! Too windy! Too... too everything!" she yelled, her voice

barely cutting through the wind's roar.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Chill, Delia. Mewtwo's got this shit on lock. She's

not just a pretty face, you know."

Right on cue, Mewtwo picked up on Delia's freak-out and stepped in. She

scrunched up her face in concentration, and suddenly, this massive,

shimmering pink force field bloomed around us. It was like being inside a

giant fucking bubble, and just like that, the wind's howling dropped to a soft

whisper.

Delia looked around, her eyes bugging out. "How... how did you do that,

Mewtwo?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Mewtwo puffed out her chest, looking all proud and smug. "I am Mewtwo,"

she declared, her voice booming in our minds. "I can do many things."

With the wind crisis averted, Delia started feeling the chill. She shivered,

her nipples poking through her dress like little diamonds. She scooched

closer to me, rubbing her body against mine for warmth. Fuck me, it took

every ounce of willpower not to toss her down and ravage her right there in

the sky...and the knowledge of gravity helped in that too.

"Ditto, I'm cold," she whispered, her warm vulnerable breath tickling my

neck. Oh my, she looks so cute.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in tighter. Her tits pressed

against my chest, and I could feel her heart pounding. Or maybe that was

my dick throbbing. Either way, shit was getting heated.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll keep you warm," I muttered, my voice dropping to a

low whisper. I rubbed my hands up and down her arms, trying to generate

some fucking friction.

Delia looked up at me, her eyes all big and doe-like. "You're so warm," she

murmured, snuggling in closer. Her hand slipped under my shirt, her cold

fingers tracing the lines of my abs. Fuck, that sent a jolt straight to my cock.

You shouldn't have done that...growl growl

Then as if to mock my passion, A jagged thunderbolt struck our bubble, making it wobble like a drunken balloon. "Kyaaaa!" Mewtwo cried, nearly losing her focus. Delia screamed in my ear as she clung tighter, and I braced myself, watching the chaos unfold.

Above us, Zapdos descended with an ear-splitting screech. "ZAAAAAA! (Behold, mortals, the unmatched fury of Zapdos!)" it cackled, wings sparking as it fired another bolt—missing us by a hair but obliterating a random cloud.

Moltres burst through the smoke, its fiery wings ablaze. "KREEEEEE! (Oh, for Arceus' sake, can you stop with the theatrics, you overcooked thunder turkey?)" it snarled, hurling a fireball at Zapdos with the energy of someone who just wanted peace and quiet.

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That ends the backup provided by God_of_the_Wind200. I have a 5 chapter one shot type of thing(total smut, no plot) of officer Jenny (Gotta bang all the mainstream hotties shown atleast) that i had written long ago, will update that too.