Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

I pivoted towards Delia, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the enigmatic figure beside me, as if presenting a grand spectacle. "Meet Mewtwo," I said, nonchalant as a cat lounging in the sun. "And Mewtwo, this is Delia." I straightened up, transitioning from a smoldering flame to a cool breeze.

"There's this secretive, shifty group, you see. They're dabbling in some freaky experiments, merging human and well, creature DNA. Mewtwo here was their pièce de résistance, locked away in a dismal, dimly lit cell since birth." I paused, allowing the weight of the narrative to settle in the room like a mysterious fog. "However, in a thrilling plot twist, I, the cunning hero, liberated Mewtwo from their clutches."

Mewtwo hovered, silent as a moonlit night, her eyes flickering with a myriad of emotions that made a telenovela look bland. She withheld the tiny detail of me being the bigwig of the shadowy organization. Thanks for that, pal.

Delia unleashed her inner mama bear, her eyes round with horror and sympathy. She shoved me aside like a bothersome gnat and enveloped Mewtwo in a hug sturdy enough to tame a Beheeyem. "Oh, you poor thing!" she crooned, drowning Mewtwo in her ocean of motherly comfort.

"Uh, uh, uh?" Mewtwo sputtered, taken aback by the sudden surge of affection. She hesitated, uncertain how to respond to the embrace.

Delia was in her element, cooing and gently patting Mewtwo like a fragile crystal ornament. "Those villains! How could they do such a thing to you?" she murmured, cradling Mewtwo in her ample embrace.

Mewtwo looked up, eyes wide with confusion and a dash of apprehension. She was unaccustomed to such overwhelming affection, and it showed. "I don't know...I never even saw them," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Delia pulled back, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "And you! How could you allow this to happen? You should've intervened long ago!" she scolded, her voice a seething cauldron of anger and worry.

What? How did I get involved in this. Man, these days they really are always pessimists.

I held up my hands, trying to maintain a straight face. "Hey, hey, I did what I could. You know I'm always the hero in these situations," I said, flashing a lopsided grin.

Delia huffed, returning her attention to Mewtwo. Her expression melted into a picture of pure, unconditional love. "You poor thing, you must have suffered so much" she crooned, stroking Mewtwo's head with a tender touch. She noticed the long tail that seemed more like hair, but made of flesh instead of you know, hair. She chalked it up to pokemon quirks.

Mewtwo glanced up at Delia, her eyes filled with a whirlwind of emotions. "I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice echoing like a soft melody.

Delia smiled warmly, her eyes brimming with sympathy. "You don't have to say anything, sweetheart. You're safe now, and that's all that matters." She turned to face me, her expression stern. "As for you, mister, you'd better ensure she remains safe. No more of these escapades and leaving her unattended."

I nodded solemnly, trying to maintain a serious demeanor. "Yes, ma'am. I promise to keep her safe and sound," I said, casting a reassuring wink toward Mewtwo. "See, Mewtwo? You've got a whole team looking out for you now."

Mewtwo smiled softly, her eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice resonating with heartfelt emotion.

Delia, satisfied with my pledge, turned her focus back to Mewtwo. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and into something comfortable. You must be exhausted after your travels."

Mewtwo looked down at herself, realization dawning in her eyes. "Oh, yes, that would be nice," she said, a hint of embarrassment coloring her voice.

Delia stopped, eyeing Mewtwo with a mixture of surprise and concern. "And why aren't you wearing any clothes, dear?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

I blinked, genuinely confused. "Clothes? Huh?" I said, tilting my head to the side. It hadn't crossed my mind, given my familiarity with Mewtwo's ethereal, anime-style appearance.

Delia turned to me, hands on her hips. "Yes, clothes! She's half-human, as you mentioned, and she appears nearly human. How could you let the poor girl wander around without any attire?" she chided, her tone filled with disapproval.

Mewtwo fidgeted, her body language mirroring discomfort. "I... I never considered it," she stammered, her cheeks tinged with pink.

Delia's expression softened as she looked at Mewtwo. "It's alright, dear. We'll find you something appropriate. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She led Mewtwo toward the bathroom, leaving me behind.

I watched them depart, a smirk playing on my lips. "I should probably join, too," I called out, stepping forward.

Delia turned around, her expression stern. "Nope. Ladies' time. You wait right there, mister."

I raised my hands in surrender, chuckling softly. "Alright, alright. I'll just sit here and wait."

Delia shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips. "We'll be back shortly."

As they vanished into the bathroom, my mind buzzed with anticipation. Mewtwo, clothed? That would be a first. But for now, I was left on the sidelines, biding my time. Not that I minded - the tantalizing image of Mewtwo in a tiny towel was captivating enough.

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I couldn't help but cackle as Delia re-entered the room, her arms laden with plates that looked like they'd been plucked straight from the pages of a gourmet magazine. The aroma was enough to make a dead man sit up and beg for seconds. I mean, it was like the gods themselves had taken a whiff and said, "Yeah, that's the good stuff."

"Here, eat up!" Delia declared, placing one of the culinary masterpieces in front of Mewtwo and the other in front of me. Mewtwo, now dressed in some of Delia's old duds, looked like she'd just stepped off the set of a sci-fi movie. I mean, the girl could've given Galactus a run for his money in the 'most magnificent being in the universe' department.

Mewtwo eyed the plate like it was a puzzle she was trying to solve. "Oh, thank you," she said, her voice echoing softly in our minds. She picked up the fork like it was a foreign artifact and tentatively prodded at the food. The moment the first morsel hit her tongue, her eyes widened like she'd just discovered fire.

"Oh my," she breathed, and then, like someone had hit the 'eat' button on a remote control, she started shoveling the food in like she was training for a competitive eating championship. It was like watching a tiny, beautiful hurricane.

"Whoa there, girl," I laughed, patting her on the back. "The food's not gonna run away. Slow down, or you're gonna make yourself sick."

Delia watched the spectacle with a mix of amusement and concern, her eyes twinkling like stars. "I guess she likes it," she chuckled. "But yeah, take it easy, sweetheart. No need to inhale it."

Mewtwo looked up at us, her mouth full, her eyes shining with pure, unadulterated joy. "This... this is... amazing," she said, swallowing hard. "I've never tasted anything like this before."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, you haven't tasted anything at all, period."

Delia blinked, surprised. "What do you mean? They didn't feed her?"

"Nah," I replied, shaking my head. "She was locked up in a lab, remember? No room service for the test subjects."

Delia's eyes welled up with tears, and she patted Mewtwo's head like she was a lost puppy. "Oh, you poor dear," she murmured.

Meanwhile, Mewtwo was oblivious to Delia's tears, too busy enjoying her newfound culinary adventure. Delia's hand lingered on Mewtwo's head, her voice softening. "Her skin is so soft and smooth. Like a baby's bottom."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "You can have that kind of skin too, you know. I've heard that applying certain... substances to your face can improve skin texture."

Delia blinked, taken aback. "Substances? Like what?"

I grinned, leaning back in my chair. "Oh, you know, the usual. Jizz, cum, semen, spunk, man milk, baby batter, love juice—"

Delia blushed, her eyes widening. "Alright, alright, I get the picture," she said, cutting me off. "But really?"

I shrugged, smirking. "Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it. I've heard it's all the rage in Hollywood. It's rich in enzymes that rejuvenate and brighten the skin.""

Intrigued, Delia asked, "Really? I've never heard of that!"

I laughed, my smirk widening. "You up for an experiment? We can test it out and see the results for ourselves." I caught a glimpse of Delia's cheeks, flushed with curiosity and anticipation.

"Later..." she whispered to me.

I turned my attention back to the food, picking up a piece of vegetable and popping it into my mouth. "Damn, Delia, this is seriously impressive. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

Delia blushed at the compliment, her cheeks turning a soft pink. "Oh, stop it. It's just a simple dish."

"Simple, my ass," I retorted, shaking my head. "This is gourmet stuff right here. You gotta tell me your secret. Is it some exotic Poké-herb or something?"

Delia laughed, wiping her hands on her apron. "No exotic herbs, just good old-fashioned fresh ingredients. I think that's the key to the taste."

I looked around, realizing there was only one plate here. "Aren't you eating, Delia? Or what gives?"

Delia's smile faded slightly, and she placed a hand on her stomach. "I've been feeling a bit queasy, so I didn't feel like eating. But seeing Mewtwo enjoy the food so much, I guess I can take a few bites."

I grinned, picking up a fork and scooping up some of the food. I brought it up to her mouth. "Say ahhh."

Delia rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into a smile. "Oh god, this is so embarrassing," she mumbled, but her voice was filled with a soft, shy amusement. She opened her mouth, allowing me to feed her.

I watched as she chewed, her eyes closing in pleasure. "Mmm, that's good," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Mewtwo looked up from her plate, her eyes curious. "What's wrong with you, Delia?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "Are you having some problem? Please tell me if it's so, I will try my best to help you!"

Delia smiled, her eyes softening. "Oh, it's nothing serious, sweetheart. Just a little under the weather. But seeing you both enjoy the food makes me feel better."

I nodded, taking another bite of the food myself. "Yeah, nothing like a good meal to lift the spirits."

Mewtwo beamed at us, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I agree! While I don't know what this spirit thingy is, this food is sure tasty!! Thank you, Miss Delia."

Delia beamed back at her, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. "You're very welcome, sweetheart. I'm glad you like it."

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