Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

Fiesty Mommy

Delia was busy in the kitchen, whipping up some dinner, when she heard a knock on the door. She wiped her hands on her apron and made her way to the entrance. She wasn't expecting anyone, and her mind immediately went to the weirdo she'd picked up yesterday. The one who could turn into a slimy blob and then into her identical twin. Yeah, that guy. She hadn't seen him since he'd bailed on her after their morning romp.

But she wasn't prepared for the goddamn Adonis standing on her porch.

The guy was... wow. Chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled jawline that seemed to be chiseled from the gods themselves. His messy blond hair added to his rugged charm, and those full lips curled into a hint of a smile as he gazed at Delia.

Delia's eyes narrowed, her instincts screaming that something was off. This guy was way too perfect, way too charming. She crossed her arms, her expression skeptical.

"Can I help you?" she asked bluntly, trying to keep her tone neutral.

The stranger leaned against the doorframe, his gaze roaming over Delia's face. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, but I'm lost. I was wondering if I could ask for directions?"

Delia raised an eyebrow. "Directions? You're not from around here, are you?" She took a step back, her eyes never leaving his face.

The stranger chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No, I'm just passing through. I've been walking all day, and I could really use a warm meal and a roof over my head."

Delia's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Well, I'm not a charity. You should try the inn down the street."

The stranger's smile grew wider. "Ah, come on. I promise I won't bite. Unless you want me to, that is." He winked, and Delia's face turned red with anger.

"Excuse me?" she snapped, her voice low and deadly. "What kind of comment is that?"

The stranger's smile faltered, and he took a step back. "I-I was just trying to be friendly..."

Delia's eyes glinted with fury. "Friendly? You think that's friendly? You think I'm some kind of... of..." She shook her head, her anger boiling over. "Get out of here. Go find someone else to charm with your fake smile and your stupid wink."

Delia's anger turned to shock as the stranger's face began to shift and contort, his features melting away like wax in a furnace. His body began to stretch and compress, his limbs shortening and elongating until he was standing in front of her as her identical twin.

Delia's eyes widened, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. "D-Ditto?" she stuttered, her anger forgotten in the face of shock.

The Ditto-turned-Delia-twin smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You are so rude, dear. I like it!" she said, her voice a perfect mimic of Delia's own.

Delia's face flushed with embarrassment and concern, her hands on her hips. She looked angry, but it was more a worried-angry, a mix of frustration and relief that Ditto was finally back. "What the hell, Ditto? Where were you all day? I was worried sick about you!"

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Ditto-Delia chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Delia's spine. "Oh, I was just out exploring, dear. I wanted to see what I could do. And I have to say, I'm impressed with myself." She grinned, a triumphant smile that was both disturbing and impressive.

Delia's eyes narrowed, her concern still simmering just below the surface. "You scared me, Ditto. You disappear for the whole goddamn day and then you show up at my door pretending to be some stranger trying to flirt with me?"

Ditto-Delia shrugged, a careless gesture that was so like Delia herself. "I was bored, dear. And I wanted to have a little fun. Besides, I learned something new today. I can turn into a human without mimicking anyone." She grinned, a proud smile that was both adorable and unsettling.

As she smiled, Ditto's gaze drifted downwards, her eyes lingering on Delia's face. "You know, dear, I've been wondering something. Why are you so shy in bed? You're so fierce and confident everywhere else, but the minute we're between the sheets, you turn into a blushing mess."

Ditto's voice was curious, but also tinged with amusement.

Delia's face went bright red, her concern and worry forgotten in the face of embarrassment. "Shut up, Ditto," she muttered, looking away.
But before she could even process what was happening, Ditto's body began to shift and contort again, his features melting away like wax in a furnace. His limbs lengthened and his face transformed, until he was standing in front of her as the handsome stranger again.

Delia's eyes snapped back to his face, her embarrassment still simmering just below the surface. But this time, she couldn't help the flutter in her chest as he smiled at her, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

"I love it when you're flustered, dear," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's so cute."

Delia's eyes narrowed, trying to maintain her fierce facade despite the blush creeping up her neck. "Don't think you're getting off that easy, mister," she said, trying to sound stern but her voice coming out barely above a whisper.

Ditto, back in Delia form, trotted into the house, falling headfirst onto the couch with a giggle. Delia followed, closing the door behind her, and gazed at her lookalike sprawled out on the couch.

Delia let out a deep sigh, shaking her head. "I'll never get used to this. It's like... I'm looking at myself from another eye. It never feels normal, you know?" She plopped down on the free side of the couch, her eyes fixed on Ditto's identical face. "Like, I'm staring at myself, but it's not really me. It's like my brain can't comprehend that it's not actually me lying on that couch right now."

Ditto, still in Delia form, grinned lazily, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's because your eyes can't handle your beauty, dear." She batted her eyelashes, making Delia roll her eyes.

Delia playfully swatted at Ditto's butt (or rather, her own butt), making it jiggle. "Oh, shut up, you goofball." She chuckled, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

Ditto laughed, a sound that was eerily similar to Delia's own laughter. "Hey, someone's got to keep things interesting around here." She flipped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with a contented sigh. "Besides, I'm starving. What's for dinner?"

Delia raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. "You're lucky I was already cooking when you showed up. Otherwise, you'd be going to bed hungry." She got up, heading towards the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.

Ditto's eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly grin spreading across her face. "If not dinner, I would definitely be eating a sweet peach on the bed."

Her voice was low and husky, the innuendo clear as day.

Delia shook her head, her eyes darting away from Ditto's gaze. "You're ridiculous, Ditto. Go wash your hands, we're eating in ten." She gestured towards the bathroom, trying to distract herself from the flutter in her chest.

Ditto grinned, getting up from the couch with a fluid motion. "Yes, ma'am." She sauntered off towards the bathroom, her hips swaying in a way that made Delia's breath catch.

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I was lounging on the couch, my head in Delia's lap, her fingers stroking my hair like it was her job. I mean, I wasn't complaining or anything. She was hooked on some soap opera, and I was happy to oblige. I mean, who doesn't love over-the-top dramatics and angsty music?

Finally, the episode ended. Thank God, because I was about to lose my mind. How do they stretch a single scene into five minutes of just facial reactions? It's like, come on, get on with it already!

Delia looked down at me, a knowing glint in her eye. "Enjoying the massage, aren't we?"

I lifted my head, giving her my most innocent smile. "I do not say no to pleasure."

She chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, I learned that. So, where were you all day?"

Ugh, didn't we leave this conversation behind us already? I thought we'd moved on from the whole "where were you?" thing. But no, Delia was like a dog with a bone, refusing to let go.

I cleared my throat, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Ahem, ahem, so as I told you, I was out for a walk, and... uh... I ended up in Viridian City."

Delia's eyes twitched, her brow furrowing. "You ended up walking to Viridian City?"

I maintained my oblivious act, nodding enthusiastically. "Hum hum, yeah."

I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, but I just kept on smiling, pretending like I was the most innocent guy in the world.

Delia raised an eyebrow, her tone skeptical. "And, pray, what did you do there?"

I shrugged, trying to look as carefree as possible. "Well, that isn't much important. It's better to ask what I got there?"

Delia's eyes narrowed, but she played along. "So, what did you get there?"

I grinned, trying to look as innocent as a puppy. "A aspiration!"

Delia's eyes widened in mock surprise, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh! You do have aspirations other than doing all those... d-dirty things?"

I chuckled, my eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, a guy's gotta have goals, right?" I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Delia rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "I suppose."

I grinned, trying to look as enthusiastic as possible. "So, I decided I wanna win the Pokémon Championship!"

Delia's reaction was priceless. She was in the middle of taking a sip of water from the glass she'd picked up from the table, and my words made her spit it out all over my face.

"Pardon me!?" she sputtered, her eyes wide with shock, water dripping from her chin.

I laughed, wiping the water off my face with a sleeve, trying to look as innocent as possible. "What? You didn't know I had competitive ambitions?"

Delia's face was a mix of shock and amusement, her eyes still sparkling with water. "You... you want to win the Pokémon Championship?"

I nodded, trying to look as serious as possible. "Yeah, why not?"

Delia's expression changed from shock to confusion, her brow furrowing. "But... how are you going to... you know, catch Pokémon and stuff?"

I just grinned, "I've got a plan."
...
Delia's eyes were still wide with disbelief. "So, let me get this straight. You're going to pretend to be someone's Pokémon and battle your way to the top?"

I nodded, trying to look as confident as possible. "That's the plan."

Delia's expression changed, concern etched on her face. "Ditto, no, you can't be serious. That's so dangerous!"

I shrugged, trying to downplay her worries. "Come on, it's not like Pokémon die in battles, do they?"

Delia hesitated, her brow furrowing. "I-I haven't heard of such... but... but you can get hurt."

I waved my hand dismissively. "'Tis but a scratch."

Delia's face turned stern, her eyes flashing with worry. "Ditto, this isn't a joke."

I looked at Delia, perhaps the sincerest I'd ever been with her. "Don't worry about that. Just trust me."

Delia's expression softened, her eyes searching mine. She sighed, a gentle exhalation that spoke of resignation.

I grinned, a mischievous spark in my eye. "But the question is, do you want to join the charismatic Ditto in his adventures?"

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