Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

We were standing at the door of Delia's place, and I was about to knock, but fuck that noise. Why go for the boring old knock when you can make a grand entrance? I turned to Mewtwo, a sly grin spreading across my face. "We're going in, but not through the door."

Mewtwo tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "Not through the door?" she echoed, her brows knitting together.

I nodded, pointing towards the large window. "Exactly." I stepped up to the window, my hand morphing into a slimy tentacle. Mewtwo watched in fascination, her eyes wide as I slipped it between the window panels, unlocking that bitch from the inside. "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy," I murmured, sliding the window open just enough for us to squeeze through.

I turned back to Mewtwo, placing a finger over my lips. "Shhh," I whispered, my eyes gleaming with mischief. Mewtwo's expression shifted from confusion to understanding, and she nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Just be quiet, okay? Don't want to alert Delia just yet."

Mewtwo nodded again, her lips pressing together in a determined line. I climbed through the window, my body morphing slightly to make the squeeze easier. Once inside, I turned back to see Mewtwo floating effortlessly through the opening. "Show-off," I muttered under my breath, a smirk tugging at my lips.

I scanned the hall—no Delia. Kitchen—still no Delia. Where the fuck was she? I started to wonder if she'd stepped out, leaving me high and dry. But then, Mewtwo poked my shoulder, her voice echoing in my mind. "I can feel someone upstairs."

A wicked grin spread across my face. "Upstairs it is, then." We made our way up the stairs, the excitement building with each step. The house was quiet, the only sound the soft creaking of the stairs under our weight.

As we reached the top, I caught sight of an open door leading to a bedroom. I peeked inside, and there she was—dear Delia, taking a good beauty nap. She was lying on her stomach, her mouth open as she let out soft snores. A thin trickle of drool trailed down from her mouth onto the pillow.

I turned to Mewtwo, a smirk playing on my lips. "Looks like our dear Delia is having a wet dream," I chuckled, keeping my voice low. Mewtwo's eyes widened, and she tilted her head, her gaze fixed on Delia's drool-covered pillow.

I tiptoed into the room, Mewtwo floating behind me. Delia was a sight to behold, her ass perfectly shaped and begging to be grabbed. I couldn't help but imagine bending her over and giving her the ride of her life right there and then.

I turned to Mewtwo, a wicked idea forming in my mind. "Ever played a prank before?" I asked, my voice low and devious. She shook her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Well, you're about to learn from the best," I said, rubbing my hands together.

I turned to Mewtwo, a mischievous idea sparking in my head. "Ever played a prank before?" I asked, keeping my voice low and conspiratorial. She shook her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Well, you're about to learn from the master," I said, rubbing my hands together with glee.

Delia was wearing a thin nightgown that left little to the imagination. Her curves were on full display, and I could see the outline of her tits pressing against the fabric. Ahem, focus, soldier! Pranks first, perv later.

I scanned the room quickly, spotting a bottle of lotion on her dressing table. Perfect. I grabbed it like it was a golden ticket to Willy Wonka's factory. Turning my hand into a feathery appendage, I approached Delia's sleeping form. I poured a big glob of it onto her palm.

Then gently, I began to caress her cheeks with my feathery hand, tickling her skin lightly. She swatted at her face, mumbling in her sleep, thinking it was some mosquito or fly. I couldn't help but chuckle silently as I continued to torment her.

Her hand landed on the glob of lotion, smearing it all over her face. She jolted awake, eyes wide in utter shock. "What the—?" she gasped, her voice a mix of confusion and surprise as she felt the sudden cold and wet texture of the lotion.

Her gaze landed on me, and a huge grin spread across her face. "You're back!" she exclaimed, jumping off the bed and onto me. A happy MILF is a loving MILF, and this one was ecstatic.

"How could I not come back to my favorite MILF?" I said, hugging her tightly. We tumbled back onto the bed, her laughter filling the room as she squeezed me in a bear hug. Mewtwo watched from the side, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I missed you!" Delia squealed, peppering my face with kisses while the lotion dripped from her face. I returned the affection, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. Her nightgown rode up, revealing even more of her curves, and that lacey panty that screamed "come and get me," but for once, my mind was more focused on the warmth of her embrace and the joy in her eyes.

"You little rascal, what's this stuff on my face?" Delia asked, wiping the lotion off her cheeks and looking at her hand in bewilderment.

I leaned closer to her ear so that Mewtwo wouldn't hear what I was about to say. "My spunk, freshly prepared just for you," I said with a side wink, a shit-eating grin spreading across my face.

Delia's expression shifted from delight to disbelief, her eyes widening like she'd just seen a ghost. "You didn't," she gasped, her mouth hanging open in shock.

Her gaze darted to the lotion smeared across her face, then back to me. Before I could react, she scooped up a glob of the stuff and, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, sucked it right into her mouth.

Less than a second later, she coughed and spit it out—directly onto my face, seemingly aimed at my mouth.

I was caught completely off guard, my eyes wide with surprise like（⊙ｏ⊙ ）and before I knew, the fragrant liquid was inside my mouth. My monkey brain kicked into overdrive, and before I could even register what was happening, I instinctively swallowed the concoction.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Delia repeated, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment. Mewtwo floated over, her curiosity shifting to concern as she looked between the two of us.

"Huh? What's going on? Are you okay?" Mewtwo asked, her voice echoing in my mind. She looked genuinely worried, her eyes darting back and forth between Delia and me.

I gulped and wiped the rest of lotion-spit mixture from my face, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I muttered, my voice a bit hoarse from the unexpected mouthful. "Just a little... unexpected facial."

Delia's face was a picture of mortification, her cheeks flaming red. "I—I can't believe I did that! I'm so sorry, I just reacted!" she said, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

"And it wasn't your spunk!" she grumbled, her eyes narrowing slightly as when she looked at the lotion bottle placed beside her accusingly.

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, remembering that one meme where a tall bimbo spits in the mouth of totally willing main character.

"Welp, that was a first," I said, shaking my head. "But hey, no harm done. It was just a bit of fluid swapping. Not that I haven't drank that sweet nectar that comes from your mouth before"

Delia let out a shaky laugh, her shoulders sagging in relief. "You're taking this way too well," she said, her eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Mewtwo looked between us, her brows furrowed in confusion. "I still don't understand what happened," she said, her voice echoing in my mind.

I waved a hand dismissively, my lips curving into a smirk. "Just a little mix-up, Mewtwo. Nothing to worry about."

Delia nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, just a silly moment," she said, stepping closer to me. After meeting me, it seemed like her shock at talking Pokémon had considerably vanished.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight hug. Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel the warmth of her breath against my ear. "I missed you," she whispered, her voice soft and sincere.

I returned the embrace, pulling her even closer. "I missed you too, Delia," I said, my voice low and intimate. Her hair smelled like lavender and vanilla, a comforting scent that made me feel at home. Despite the crazy antics and unexpected spit swapping, there was something undeniably warm and genuine about our reunion.

"Still as incorrigible as when you left," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and affection. "But I'm so glad you're back. I thought you got bored of this old lady and went away with that new friend of yours."

I started softly chewing on Delia's tit over her clothes, like a kid finding comfort in their favorite blanket. I mean, who needs a blanket when you've got a pair of these bad boys, right? My hands instinctively reached up, kneading her breasts gently, feeling the hardening of her nipples through the thin fabric. Damn, it was like squeezing a pair of perfectly ripe melons.

"Nghhh... Stop it—ohhh," Delia let out a soft moan, her body responding to my touch as she half-heartedly tried to push me away. I could feel her breathing hitch as I sucked her nipple through the cloth, the thin layer doing little to hide the erect bud. "Egnn... Not so hard—ahh..." she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders tighter.

I moved to her other breast, giving it the same loving attention. My tongue traced the outline of her nipple, wetting the fabric and making it cling to her skin. "Ahnn... Ohh, stop it—Ennn..." she murmured, her hips squirming slightly. I could feel my own body responding, my dick pressing against her stomach, a hard reminder of my presence.

Delia's breaths were coming in quick, shallow gasps now. "Ohh... nn... God, that feels good—Ahh..." she murmured, her nails digging into my skin. I could feel the heat building between us, the air thick with tension and desire. Just as I was about to move lower, to explore more of her delicious body, she suddenly slapped my head playfully.

"Cut it out!" she chided, her eyes twinkling with amusement despite her words. I looked up at her, a smirk playing on my lips, my mouth still full of her tit. "But you taste so good," I mumbled, my voice muffled by her breast.

Delia chuckled, shaking her head. "You're incorrigible," she said, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and affection. She suddenly realized that the pink humanoid Pokémon was still in the room, her pink eyes wide and watching us with curiosity. Delia cleared her throat, straightening up and trying to regain her composure.

"Ahem, so who is this lovely lady with you? Won't you introduce us?"

First time the girls are meeting! Here goes nothing.

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