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Chapter 64 - Conspiracy

Sorry for the late update. I had ordered burger king burgers and while waiting for them and then eating them, i forgot to update...

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"You promise?" she asked, looking up at me with those big, adorable eyes that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

I grinned, giving her a wink. "Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Or, you know, just zap me with one of your psychic blasts if I ever break that promise."

Mewtwo widened her eyes as if she was offended. "I wouldn't do that! Never ever!"

I laughed, ruffling her hair playfully. "Oh, come on, babe. I know you wouldn't."

Mewtwo pouted, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I am not a baby," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

I bit back a smile, trying to keep a straight face. "Oh, really? Because you're sure as hell pouting like one right now."

She stuck her tongue out at me, her pout deepening. "I am not pouting. I am expressing my displeasure at being treated like a child."

I chuckled, reaching out to poke her cheek gently. "Oh, is that what this is? Because from where I'm standing, it looks an awful lot like a pout."

Mewtwo swatted my hand away, her eyes flashing with mock anger. "I do not pout. I am a powerful psychic Pokémon. I do not engage in such childish behaviors."

I raised an eyebrow, my voice filled with amusement. "Oh, really? So, what do you call that face you're making right now?"

Mewtwo huffed, turning her head away from me. "I am simply... expressing my emotions. That is all."

I laughed, pulling her closer and wrapping my arms around her. "Okay, okay. You're not pouting. You're 'expressing your emotions.' Got it."

Mewtwo struggled half-heartedly in my embrace, her voice muffled against my chest. "I am not a baby."

I smiled, resting my chin on top of her head. "I know you're not, babe. But hey, even the most powerful psychic Pokémon in the world is allowed to pout every now and then. It's part of your charm. And you are my baby nonetheless"

Mewtwo looked up at me, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Charm? You think this is charming?"

I grinned, giving her a playful wink. "Oh, absolutely. It's like seeing a badass superhero in their off-duty mode."

Mewtwo huffed, but I could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I am not a superhero, whatever that is. I am a Pokémon."

I chuckled, ruffling her hair again. "Semantics, babe. You're a badass either way. And you know what? Badasses need to let their guard down sometimes too. It's healthy."

Mewtwo looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern. "But why are you calling me a badass? Is my ass so bad?" She started to twist around, trying to get a better look at her own backside. "But didn't you tell me it was very good? You even did so many tests and 'in-depth' inspections of it?"

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. "Oh, babe, no. That's not what I meant by 'badass.' It's a term of endearment, a way to say you're awesome and tough. It has nothing to do with the quality of your ass, which, by the way, is still top-notch."

Mewtwo paused, her brows furrowing as she processed the information. "So, 'badass' is a good thing?"

I flashed her a shit-eating grin. "Hell yeah, it does. Means you're a force to be reckoned with. And trust me, your ass? Grade-A prime real estate." I waggled my eyebrows, because why the fuck not?

Mewtwo's cheeks tinged pink, and she hit me with a smile that could've knocked me out cold if I wasn't already sitting. "Well, when you put it like that..." She stood tall, chest out, like she was ready to take on the world. "I am a badass Pokémon."

Fuck, she was cute. And that tail – Jesus, it was like a fluffy, fleshy boa constrictor, wrapping around my hand, soft as velvet. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the firm muscle beneath the fur. Shit, this was not the time to get distracted by her tail, no matter how fucking amazing it felt.

I went to pull her in for a hug – because, fuck it, we were partners in crime – but she recoiled like I'd just turned into a fucking Gyarados. "Whoa, whoa, hands off, hands off," she said, her nose wrinkling. "This form... it's not exactly... appealing."

Ouch. Shot down by the cat-dragon. I laughed it off, giving her a playful smack on the ass – which, yeah, earned me a glare that could've frozen lava. Worth it.

"Forever and ever, huh?" I chuckled. "I can dig it. But hey, we've got a shit-ton of booty to judge before we can claim world domination."

And then, like a fucking lightning bolt to the brain, an idea hit me. A fucked-up, evil genius idea that made me feel like fucking Dr. Doofenshmirtz. Sure, we could bust out of this joint, but why the hell would we wanna do that?

Giovanni was dead. Kaput. Gone to the big Pokéball in the sky. But who the fuck knew that? I sure as hell didn't see any press releases or obituaries floating around. And if there were, who's to say they weren't just fake news?

I mean, think about it. Who would even notice if a certain shapeshifting slime took his place? Team Rocket sure as shit didn't catch on the first time around. And if I played my cards right, they wouldn't catch on this time either.

The gears in my brain started turning, spinning out a web of deceit and manipulation that would make Machiavelli proud. What if... what if I could just slip into Giovanni's skin, take his place, and rule this whole fucking operation from the shadows?

I wouldn't always be around, of course. I had other shit to do, other booties to judge. But every now and then, I could pop in, oversee the operations, make sure my minions were staying in line. A known unknown is always better than an unknown unknown, right?

I turned to Mewtwo, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Babe, I've got an idea. A fucking brilliant idea. What do you say we stick around here for a bit? Take over this whole goddamn operation and run it from the shadows?"

Mewtwo looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. "You mean... like, be the boss? The big bad boss of Team Rocket?"

I nodded, my grin growing wider. "Exactly. And with you by my side, babe, we'll be unstoppable. We'll have this whole fucking world in the palm of our hands. And all the finest booties, of course."

Mewtwo's tail swished back and forth, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I like the sound of that. Let's do it. Let's take over the world, one booty at a time."

And so, the seeds of our grand plan were planted. We were gonna take this fucking world by storm, and no one – not Team Rocket, not the goddamn Pokémon League, not even fucking Mew – was gonna stand in our way.

Putting Mewtwo down, I stood up and cracked my knuckles. A layer of pink slime started climbing from the foot of my body to my head, changing the area it passed as I desired. I corrected my collar. Now I was back in Giovanni's form.

Mewtwo's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a soft "Wuuu, what happened??? Why did you change?" Her eyes began to tear up.

Oh, shit. She's crying. Why is she crying?

"Hey, hey, babe, don't cry," I said, trying to soothe her. "It's still me. I just... changed my look a bit. You know I can shift into any form right?"

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness. "But... but I liked the other you. The one that looked like me. Or even that human form. This one looks so ugly"

Oh, boy. This was gonna be a thing, wasn't it? I sighed and knelt down beside her, taking her little paws in my now very human-like hands. "Hey, look at me, babe."

She sniffled, her big eyes meeting mine.

"I'm still the same guy, okay? Just because I look different doesn't mean I'm not me anymore. I could turn into a fucking Magikarp if I wanted to, but that wouldn't change who I am on the inside, yeah?"

Mewtwo tilted her head, considering this. "But... but Magikarp is useless," she argued, her tail swishing uncertainly.

I chuckled. "Exactly. But even if I looked like a useless fish-"

Wait a goddamn minute. I squinted at Mewtwo, my brain doing a fucking backflip. "Hold up. How the hell do you know Magikarp is useless? Have you been sneaking off to the Pokémon library or something?"

Mewtwo shrugged, her tail still doing that uncertain swishy thing. "Nope! But I can feel it in the name. Whatever it is, it's definitely useless."

I facepalmed so hard I thought my hand was gonna leave an imprint on my forehead. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, and all the fucking saints. You're calling Magikarp useless based on a fucking name? Do you even know what a Magikarp is?"

She shook her head, looking up at me with those big eyes. "Nope. But it sounds weak and useless!"

"Okay, babe, listen up." I knelt down again, this time with a bit more seriousness. "Magikarp might look like a limp noodle, but it evolves into Gyarados, one of the baddest motherfuckers in the sea. Don't judge a book by its cover, or in this case, a fish by its name."

Mewtwo tilted her head, considering this new info. "Oh. So, it's like... a secretly powerful useless fish?"

I chuckled, ruffling her fur. "Yeah, something like that. Point is, things aren't always what they seem. And neither am I when I change forms. I might look like Giovanni right now, but I'm still the same awesome Ditto on the inside."

She nodded slowly, her eyes sparkling with newfound understanding. "Okay. I get it. So, what's the plan now, partner?"

I grinned, standing up and dusting off my knees. "Next stop, world domination headquarters. I will now act as the evil bad boss Giovanni and fool everybody outside."

Mewtwo tilted her head, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Evil? What's that?"

I chuckled. "Evil means bad. Like what if every time we kissed, I bit your tongue? That's bad! Get it?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes glowing softly as she pondered my words. "Bad... like hurting? But why would you do that? I like kissing you. I would love if you bite my tongue!"

She stuck her tongue out and said, "Biwte my tomngue."

The fuck? Why is this little minx so kinky out of the cradle?!

I couldn't help but laugh, a mix of amusement and insanity bubbling up inside me. "Well, if that's what you want, who am I to deny you?"

I shifted back into my Mewtwo-human hybrid form, my body transforming with a layer of pink slime climbing from my feet to my head. I corrected my collar, now back to the form that Mewtwo preferred.

I leaned in, capturing her tongue between my teeth. I bit down gently at first, then harder, making her tear up. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and pain. I sucked on her tongue, drawing out a moan from deep within her. I played with it, teasing and tormenting her until she was writhing in my arms, her body overwhelmed with sensation.

"Mmm... yesss," she moaned, her body trembling against mine. "More... bite me more!"

Jesus Christ, this girl was a goddamn masochist. But hey, who was I to deny her what she wanted? I bit down harder, feeling her tongue throb between my teeth. She cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head as she clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I sucked and bit, tormenting her until she was a panting, moaning mess. Then, I released her tongue, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

Fuck, this was addicting. I could do this all day. It was making my inner sadist rise up faster than booties make my little brother wake up.

Putting her down, I stepped back, smirking. "Alright, enough for now. We'll do more of this later."

Mewtwo looked up at me with those big, tear-filled eyes, her tongue still slightly red and swollen. She let out a little whine, a mix between a pleading moan and a disappointed pout. "Awww... but I want more..." she said, her voice all breathy and needy.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. "Oh, don't you worry, babe. There's plenty more where that came from. But we've got business to attend to first."

She pouted, her tail swishing back and forth in frustration. "Fiiiine," she huffed, crossing her little arms over her chest.

I chuckled, shaking my head. This girl, man, this girl. First, that milf of a bitch, horny Pidgeot, and now this cutie horny patootie. I swear they were gonna be the end of me. And there were still so many left. Gardevoir, Lopunny... poor little me.

But hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. And right now, that meant taking over the world, one booty at a time. With Mewtwo by my side, we were gonna paint this town red. Or pink. Or whatever color slime I turned into.

"Come on, babe. Let's go show these Team Rocket fuckers who's boss," I said, holding out my hand to her.

Mewtwo's eyes sparkled with mischief as she placed her little paw in mine. "Okay, partner. Let's do this."

And with that, we strutted off, ready to fuck shit up and take names. Or just fuck. Whatever came first

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