Either this was the best moment of my life or a lame genderbend by the horny author, but hey, I am not complaining.
No one says no to more boobies or booties, for that matter.
"So, Fuji, what's its current state? Is it aware of its surroundings or what?" I asked, my voice steady despite the horny in my mind.
Fuji hesitated, then spoke up. "We are not sure... It might have been some things happened and currently we haven't been able to determine its current state of consciousness."
Some things? Is that the answer you give when big bad boss asks you, huh Fuji? Well, not that I was interested much in that anyway.
I walked around the glass tube, taking a good look at the creature inside.
The bluish fluid filling the tube hide the fine details and the bubbles made the image unclear, but not so much that I couldn't appreciate its features.
Its body was slender and graceful, with a sleek, almost feline quality to it. The skin was a smooth, pale pink, shimmering slightly under the harsh laboratory lights. Its tail, extending from its head like a overgrown ponytail, was long and elegant, curling gently around its legs.
Its body itself was curled up in fetal position, hiding many of its frontal features but its face was visible.
It's eyes were closed, and its breathing was even. Its lower face was covered by a transparent mask, which seemed to be there to supply air. Its lips were full and slightly parted, as if it were about to speak but couldn't.
But what really caught my eye were the curves. This Mewtwo had an ass that, while not human-like, was fucking phenomenal. It was rounded and firm, perfectly proportioned to its body.
The rest of its body was a delicate and refined form of beauty that could be classified as petite but also muscular. Its arms were toned, with long, slender fingers that ended in sharp, retractable claws. Its legs were powerful, with well-defined muscles that hinted at its incredible strength.
It..No, She was fucking gorgeous, and it nearly made me go in daze thinking of what things are possible to be done with her.
Would it really be illegal when I am a Pokémon myself and who I fuck is more intelligent than humans themselves?
Fuck you, FBI, there are no laws against Pokémon!
Curiosity got the better of me, and I placed my hand on the glass. I felt a chill feeling, crawling up from my palm, going up to shoulders. Before I could jerk my hand back, a sharp pain shot through my mind, like someone was stabbing me with a hot poker. I
"FUC-AGH"
"B-Boss!?"
Fuji was alarmed and tried to pull me back, but instead, a psychic wave emitted from the tube, in all directions, pushing everything back with an tremendous force. I felt my body nearly being ripped off from my hands, as the hand struck to the glass like welded to it while the rest of my body wanted to be yeeted.
Poor Fuji didn't stand a chance as he was thrown to a wall like a bag of dirty cocks with a loud thud that told me that many things were broken.
He slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Barely a second passed before the sirens in the room started blaring like yo momma on the bed, and the large steel doors started coming down.
For me, the pain started increasing.
Fuck, this is not good.
My form started breaking down back into my Ditto form instinctively due to the pain, but I was still stuck to the glass. Instead of hand, this time it was my appendage.
I tried to decrease the stickiness to the null, but this son of a bitch refused to let me go like I was a burger and it, an American.
The chilliness had now spread through my body, like freezing it up, just without the exact feeling of coldness. To spare you guys the rhetorics, I was paralyzed as fuck boi.
Desperately, I activated the most basic and only move I could in this form, Mimic. Now I ain't mimicking a fat neckbeard lying the corner, no offence Fuji, when I could mimic a ass so heavy that gravity bends around it AKA Mewtwo.
I felt a blurry shape take form in my mind, which the rest of the body was about to take form of, but the image was not solid. It was diffusing everywhere like a gas.
At first, it was just a tingling sensation, like pins and needles all over my body. But then, the pain hit. It was like every cell in my body was being torn apart and reassembled, over and over again. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the scream that was building in my throat.
Now the pain was in both my mind and body.
Fucking hell, this is far worst then before, Fuck you naruto.
Half of my head was in gooey Ditto form, while the other half was taking on the sharp, angular features of Mewtwo. My body followed suit, with one side stretching and elongating into Mewtwo's sleek and sexy form, while the other remained a blob of shimmering goo.
The pain was excruciating, like nothing I had ever experienced before. It felt like my body was being ripped in two, with each half fighting for dominance. I could feel the power of Mewtwo coursing through my veins, but it was too much, too intense.
I cried out in pain, but no voice came out of my throat. Why, you ask? Because I had no fucking throat! It hadn't formed yet.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I grunted mentally, trying to rein in the power that was threatening to consume me. But it was no use. The pain was too much, too overwhelming.
The lab was in chaos, with alarms blaring and the smell of ozone and blood filling the air. I could see Mewtwo, now free from its glass prison, still sedated amidst the wreckage.
I tried to focus, to find something, anything, that could help me regain control. And then, I felt it—a bright, pulsating presence in my mindscape. I reached out mentally, trying to touch it.
I felt a mental voice echo in my mind.
"Where am I? Who are you?" the voice asked, filled with curiosity and concern. And holy shit, it was feminine.
"Fucking yes!" I thought, a surge of excitement coursing through me. Mewtwo was a female! The power of boobies and pussies was real, and it was giving me the strength I needed.
With renewed determination, I started to gain some control over my body. But my form was stuck in a loop, the Mewtwo cells degrading back into Ditto form while the Ditto cells tried to transform into Mewtwo again.
Fuck this shit.
I willed the current Ditto parts to become something else. What else could I choose other than the one form I had the most mastery and knowledge of? Human form.
I gritted my teeth, trying to fight through the pain. My vision blurred, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away.
Shit, I need to get out of here.
But it was too late. The pain was overwhelming, and I could feel myself being pulled into a dark abyss. The last thing I saw was Mewtwo's body convulsing in the tube, her psychic energy pulsing through the room.
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I pry my peepers open to a dimly lit room, and the first thing I see is a pair of eyes, purple-red and glistening like a couple of rubies in the dark. They're a damn masterpiece, a blend of curiosity and melancholy that's almost too much to bear. It's Mewtwo, but not the usual world-dominating jerk. This one's got an air of innocence and sadness that's downright gut-wrenching.
Holy shit, those eyes are something else. Like staring into the fucking cosmos.
"Who are you?" she asks, her voice as soft as a feather, with a hint of sorrow. She tilts her head, her body a mix of feline grace and humanoid features. Her tail sways gently, but there's a weight to her movements.
Damn, she's got a rack with red gems where her nipples should be. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate?
I glance down and realize I'm in some freaky hybrid form. I've got a human body, but there's a tail sprouting from my head, and my hands and legs are a mishmash of human and Mewtwo. It's like some fucked-up fusion experiment.
"I'm... well, fuck if I know," I say, trying to sound cool and collected. "But you can call me Darling. Aren't you a sweetheart?"
Heh, I'm such a dick for fooling her, but hey, I never claimed to be a saint.
She looks at me with those sad eyes, taking in the name I've given her. "Darling? That's an odd name. And what's a sweetheart? Amber never called me anything like that."
Aww, fuck, I'm a sucker for this shit. My heart skips a beat when she calls me Darling.
I flash her a charming smile, trying to connect. "Well, now you have something special to call me. So, who was Amber? You said she was your friend?"
Her eyes drop, and her tail stops swaying, a sure sign of her sadness. "Amber was my only friend. She was kind to me, talked to me, taught me things. She used to tell me stories about a world outside this dark place. She said there were colors, and lights, and so many things I couldn't even imagine."
Damn, this girl's got a story. Time to play my cards right.
She pauses, looking around the dim room. "But this is all I've ever known. This dark void is my world. I couldn't believe there was such a different, colorful world like Amber described."
Her gaze meets mine, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "Do you think there's really a world like that out there, Darling? Or was Amber just telling me stories to make me feel better?"
Time to lay on the charm.
I look at her, wanting to reassure her. "Indeed, there is such a world out there. In fact, that's where I came from. It's a world filled with vibrant colors, vast landscapes, and countless wonders. Amber was telling you the truth."
Her eyes widen in amazement, her tail starting to sway again with excitement. "Really? You come from that world? What is it like? Can you tell me more about it?"
I smile softly, seeing the spark of hope and curiosity in her. "Of course, I can. The world outside is filled with towering mountains that touch the sky, deep oceans that stretch as far as you can see, and cities that light up the night. There are forests filled with green trees, and fields covered in colorful flowers. It's a place of endless possibilities."
She listens intently, her eyes shining with wonder. "That sounds amazing. I wish I could see it for myself. But I'm stuck here, in this darkness."
Man, she turns the mood to tragedy so fast.
I offer her an encouraging smile, squeezing her shoulder gently (and copping a feel in the process. Damn, she's got smooth skin). "Don't say that. It's definitely possible. I came from out there, didn't I? That means there's a way in and a way out. We just have to find it."
Her eyes widen with surprise and a glimmer of hope. "You really think so? You think I could actually see that world for myself?"
Hell yeah, I think so. And I'm gonna make it happen.
I nod confidently. "I do. But for now, We can't have you moping around like this. You wanna see that colorful world outside, right? Then let's focus on the good stuff. Tell me, what makes you happy? What do you like to do here?"
She thinks for a moment, her tail swishing softly behind her. "I like to... imagine. Amber taught me how to use my mind to create pictures. I close my eyes and think of what she told me about the outside world, and I try to see it in my head."
Damn, she's got some imagination.
I smile, impressed by her imagination. "That's a fantastic skill. You know, in the world outside, there are things called dreams. People close their eyes at night and see all sorts of amazing things in their minds, just like you do."
Her eyes light up with curiosity. "Dreams? I like that. Can you tell me more about them? And what about you, Darling? What makes you happy?"
I chuckle softly, happy to see her engaging with lighter topics. "Dreams are like stories your mind tells you while you sleep. Sometimes they're happy, sometimes they're sad, and sometimes they're just plain weird. But they're always interesting."
Fuck, I can't stop staring at those gem-nipples. She's gonna notice.
She tilts her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Darling, why do you keep looking at my chest?"
Shit, busted.
I grin sheepishly. "Oh, uh, just admiring the craftsmanship. Those gems are something else."
Smooth, Darling. Real smooth.
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