Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto Ploy

Ploy

Monts later, a blue-haired hottie with a skirt that nearly traveled up to her butt ca barging in, gun in hand. "Everybody hands up- ah?"

She stopped short, taking in the scene before her. Team Rocket was already subdued, and the Pokémon Center was in disarray.

"What the...", she murmured.

Wow, what a timing, Officer Jenny.

...

A few more monts later

I was sitting on a table, sipping so sort of milk through a straw. Nurse Joy told was good for my nutrition. And who am I to deny an angel's request.

I was watching as Jenny rounded up Team Rocket with so other police officers in a Van parked at the Pokemon Center's Gate. Jesse seed to be looking at my direction with a narrowed gaze.

Sorry Jess, not this ti, I thought while waving my hands toward her.

She just huffed and looked away. That caught Jenny's attention as she looked toward where Jesse was looking.

Smile and wave boys, smile and wave. Shaking her head, she turned back again.

Damn, that ass is really sothing, I thought, my eyes fixed on the officer's back assets. It seed like it would spill out of those short skirts anyti now.

How does she even run wearing those, without them rolling up?

*creak*

Misty ca and sat down on the chair beside the table, an ice packet in her hands, which she put on her forehead's swelling.

Apparently, one of my stray thunderbolts had flicked a cup at her head. Poor girl... I have to make sure to compensate her for that later... (lewdly, of course).

Misty turned to , concern and a bit of curiosity etched on her face. "Ditto, what was that before? You just... exploded with thunderbolts!"

I shrugged, my Ditto face as innocent as could be.

"You don't know, do you?"

I nodded, my only response being a soft "Ditto."

Misty sighed, shaking her head. "Well, just don't try it again for now. God knows what will happen if you do."

I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest. Such a kind girl, caring for even when hurt herself.

I sat there silently on the table, thinking sothing.

"Di di," I called out. I got a plan, trust !

Misty's eyes turned to with a questioning gaze.

I activate my mimic ability, and in a flash, my small body starts morphing and poof! I'm a Ditto version of Misty herself.

Misty's jaw drops, and she looks like she's seen a ghost – or in this case, herself. "W-what in the world...?" she stamrs.

I don't give her ti to process, though. I spring into action, jumping up from the table and making a run for it.

I throw a "follow " gesture over my shoulder, and Misty's curiosity gets the better of her.

She takes off after , shouting, "Wait, where you going?"

I lead her on a wild goose chase, dodging pedestrians and market stalls until we reach a secluded alleyway.

I dart in, Misty hot on my heels. As she enters the alley, I spin around, and – BAM! – I've got her pinned to the wall.

"Kyaaa!"

She lets out a surprised little yelp, and I'm like, gotcha.

For a mont, she's stunned, and I can see the gears turning in her head. Then, her eyes widen as she realizes it's her own body double that's got her trapped.

I lean forward, our faces suddenly are inches apart, our hot breath mingling in the air.

"D-ditto, w-what are you d-doing?" she stamrs, her voice trembling. I can see the fear mixed with curiosity in her eyes, and I'm like, yeah, this is it. This is the mont.

And then, without another word, I make my move. My lips cover hers, and it's like the whole world has lted away.

"Mmphh!!"

Misty's eyes bug out like saucers, and for a mont, she's frozen in shock. Her mind's gone completely blank, like she's trying to process what the heck just happened. And that's exactly what I'm counting on.

I take advantage of her montary stun, and my tongue slips into her mouth like it's going ho. I an, I've had my fair share of kisses, but this one's sothing special.

Her lips are soft, her mouth's warm, and her taste? Absolutely divine. It's like a sweet and tangy explosion, with just a hint of li. I'm talking citrusy heaven, folks!

By the ti she snaps out of her daze and manages to push back, I've gotten a good, thorough taste of her. I'm talking a decent sampling, if you know what I an. And let tell you, I'm not disappointed. Not one bit.

I break away, grinning from ear to ear, and Misty looks like she's about to implode. Her face is flushed, her chest is heaving, and her eyes are blazing with a mix of shock, confusion, and – dare I say it? – intrigue. Yeah, I've got her right where I want her.

Misty's face is still flushed from the kiss, and now she's furious. Her eyes are blazing, and she's practically spitting fire as she demands, "What the hell are you doing, Ditto?!"

I put on my most innocent face, trying to look like a Ditto-shaped angel. "I was just saying thanks," I say, my voice dripping with sincerity.

"M-my goodness, You can t-talk?!" Misty's eyes are wide with shock, her mouth hanging open like a gaping fish. I can almost see the gears in her head whirring as she tries to process the fact that a Pokémon is speaking to her. For a mont, she forgets all about the kiss and her anger, her curiosity getting the better of her.

I chuckle, a low, husky sound. "Not exactly, Misty. I'm just mimicking my body's movents and voice. You know, Ditto's special talent?" I give her a cheeky grin, enjoying the look of amazent on her face.

Misty blinks, still looking stunned, but then her expression snaps back to anger. "Wait, that doesn't matter right now! What I want to know is - " she takes a deep breath, her eyes flashing with indignation - Thanks?!" she repeats, her voice incredulous. "You think that's how you say thanks?!"

I shrug, trying to look as clueless as possible. "Well, I saw a lady do it to a guy earlier after saying thanks, and I thought that's how humans showed appreciation," I say, my tone completely deadpan.

Misty's face turns beet red with rage. "No, no, no! That's not how it works, Ditto!" she insists, her hands on her hips.

I pout, looking crestfallen. "Oh, looks like my thanks weren't enough," I say, my lower lip jutting out in a sad expression.

And then, before she can react, I'm back on her, my lips crashing down on hers again. This ti, I'm not holding back – I'm kissing her like my life depends on it.

Misty's still trying to process what's happening, but I'm not giving her a chance to think. I'm too busy showing her exactly what a "Ditto" learned about human "thanks".

My tongue shoots out, but it doesn't stay as one - it morphs into multiple thinner tongues, all of which sweep across her mouth with a frantic intensity. It's like a mini-tongue army, overwhelming her senses and short-circuiting her brain.

1 vs many, and it was easy to guess what happens.

Misty's eyes go wide, her pupils dilating as she tries to process the sheer sensation overload. Her initial resistance begins to crumble, her body lting into mine as she succumbs to the Ditto-tongue assault..

My hands, anwhile, have a mind of their own, snaking up to grasp her generous chest, kneading the soft flesh with an urgent enthusiasm.

I'm talking fingers digging in, thumbs circling, palms molding to her curves...

Misty's moans are barely audible, muffled by our lips, but I can feel the vibrations, sense her body beginning to respond.

For her, this is uncharted territory – the overwhelming onslaught of sensations, the sheer intensity of it all, is simply too much.