Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

Sad Delia

Just then, Ash stepped forward, determination in his eyes. 

"Ditto! Remember out bet from last night?" he asked eagerly. 

"Toto" I shaked my head negatively. 

"You do? Then lets battle! I'm going to catch you!" he declared with conviction.

That meant NO, you dumbhead.

I gave him a dismissive look before sliding down from Delia's head and wrapping myself around her nape.

It was as if I didn't want to leave her side, and Delia felt a bit of ticklishness mixed with embarrassment at the sudden movement.

But she controlled herself, not wanting to draw attention to herself,

Professor Oak cleared his throat, "It seems Ditto here doesn't seem too keen on going with you, Ash," he said. "And that's perfectly all right. You shouldn't force too much when dealing with Pokémon. Sometimes they need a bit of space and sometimes it okay to let go."

Ash sighed, discouraged a bit. But looking at his starter Pokémon, which still didn't seem like wanting to follow his command, he felt a bit better. 
Handling one like it would be tough, perhaps it would be better if he doesn't call more trouble on his head. 
"I understand Professor" Ash replied after thinking.

Professor Oak's expression turned serious, his eyes sparkling with a hint of encouragement. "Alright, I think you're ready to start your journey now. The three other trainers who came before you have already set off, so you'd better get moving."

Ash nodded eagerly, his face lighting up with excitement. "Okay, Professor! Thanks for everything!"

But as he reached out to pick up Pikachu, the little rat Pokémon let out a sudden cry and unleashed a Thunder Shock attack, sending electricity crackling through Ash's body.

Again, it seemed him getting shocked was a canon event, I thought while snickering which resulted in Delia silently pinching me. Ouch...

Professor Oak chuckled knowingly. "It seems Pikachu is still a bit feisty, isn't it? Take some time, he will warm up to you"

Pikachu seemed to disagree with him, "Pika" he said, turning his head away.

Ash yelped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock(pun not intended).

"What was that for, Pikachu?"
"Pika Pi" The rat answered, or apparently, not. 
Who knows, not me, I don't understand poke-language. 

Professor Oak intervened, his voice calm but firm. "You should use the rubber gloves in your backpack to protect yourself from Pikachu's Thunder Shock."

Ash looked taken aback, his eyes squinting with confusion. "Why? Why do I need rubber gloves?"

Ah, the woes of not having proper education system, I lamented in my mind.

Oak's expression turned patient. "Because rubber is a good insulator, Ash. It won't allow electricity to pass through it, so you'll be protected from Pikachu's attacks."

Ash's face lit up with understanding. "Ah, I get it! Thanks, Professor!"

As he rummaged through his backpack for the rubber gloves, Delia watched him with a mixture of concern and pride.

"Take care Ash, and give me a call when you reach Pewter City, Okay?" She told him with a soft voice.

"Don't worry mom, I will.."

After giving her a short hug, he picked the reluctant Pikachu and started walking. 

Delia's eyes followed Ash as he walked away, a mix of sadness and pride on her face. She felt a pang in her heart as she watched her little boy embark on his own adventure, leaving her behind.

But I, the Ditto, was there to console her. I patted her cheeks with my appendage, trying to soothe her sadness. My soft, squishy body seemed to absorb her worries, and Delia's eyes softened as she looked at me.

"Mmm... Thanks, Ditto," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. "Let's head back"

I nodded, or rather, wiggled my appendage in a nodding motion. Delia smiled slightly, and I could sense her sadness slowly lifting.

After saying goodbye to Professor Oak and watching Ash disappear into the distance, Delia turned around and walked back towards her home.

That professor did ask me if I wanted some treats, but I shaked my head. 

I wasn't some innocent loli, who would be lured away by old men with candies!

While on out way back, I remained stuck to her head, my appendage still patting her cheek from time to time.

As we approached the house, Delia's footsteps slowed, and her gaze dropped, her eyes clouding over like a summer sky before a storm. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes gazing off into the distance, her brows furrowed in concern. The gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees couldn't dispel the melancholy that shrouded her.

I didn't like seeing her so down, so I did what any good Ditto should do - a good session of slime-kissing! I puckered up, my slimy lips quivering with excitement.

The innocent kind of course, a big, sloppy slime kiss on the cheek, trying to lift her mood. I leaned in, my body glowing with a soft, pulsing light, and planted a wet, squelchy smooch on her cheek.

*Smooochhh*

"Ohhh!" she exclaimed, surprised by my sudden display of affection. Her eyes widened, and her face lit up with a mix of shock and amusement.

She laughed and swatted at me, her hand waving in a playful, gentle motion, but I just kept kissing her, determined to make her smile. My slime-kisses left behind a trail of glistening, shimmering residue on her skin, like a string of tiny, sparkling diamonds.

After a few minutes of pecking, Delia's sadness started to fade, replaced by a warm glow on her cheeks. She smiled and giggled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and her whole face transformed into a sun-kissed radiance.

"Being so lovey-dovey, huh?" Delia asked me with a teasing tone, her voice laced with a hint of playful sarcasm.

"Dit Dit," I just shrugged, my body bobbing up and down in a goofy, endearing motion. Apparently, either she didn't mind me pouncing on her sleeping form or didn't want to talk about it.

Either way, she didn't look angry now, so that's a win. That's why you like milfs, they are surprisingly open about these things.

"What are you, anyway?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I have never seen a Pokémon like you..." Her eyes roved over my amorphous form, taking in my shimmering, iridescent skin and my tendency to shift and flow like a liquid.

"Ditto," I answered the simple question, my voice a series of happy, bubbly chirps.

"Of course, I can see that, you doofus!" she said, slapping my head lightly, her hand making a soft, squelching sound as it connected with my slimy skin.
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