Out You Go!

BONUS CHAPTER!

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I sauntered over to the corner almirah where I had not-so-gracefully stuffed Giovanni's body. With a deep breath—or as deep as I could manage without gagging—I swung open the door.

Fuck, the smell was even worse this close. It was like someone had left a week-old sandwich in a hot car. And let's not even talk about the blood. It was everywhere, most of it dried to a crusty, gross mess. Really should've thought this one through, genius.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. What to do, what to do... If only I had a flamethrower, I could just torch the damn thing. But alas, no such luck.

Well, at least I should do something so my disguise isn't revealed if anyone sees the body. I put my hand on top of Giovanni's face, carefully changing my palm into slime. It was like playing with Play-Doh, but a thousand times more disgusting.

As I infiltrated the corpse's face, I could feel the cold, lifeless skin giving way to my slimy touch. Yep, definitely not my favorite part of the day. Once I felt the grip was good, I just pulled the skin away. It was like peeling off a really gross, really old Band-Aid.

There we go. One less problem to worry about.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. What to do, what to do... If only I had a flamethrower, I could just torch the damn thing. But alas, no such luck.

Well, at least I should do something so my disguise isn't revealed if anyone sees the body. I put my hand on top of Giovanni's face, carefully changing my palm into slime. It was like playing with Play-Doh, but a thousand times more disgusting.

Oh god, the texture... It's like cold, clammy jello. Yeah, never eating jello again.

As I infiltrated the corpse's face, I could feel the cold, lifeless skin giving way to my slimy touch. Yep, definitely not my favorite part of the day. Once I felt the grip was good, I just pulled the skin away. It was like peeling off a really gross, really old Band-Aid.

Next, Clothes. 

I won't strip him OfCourse, that would be gay as fuck. I just need to remove anything too recognizable, like this cheetah print bloodied coat. 

There we go. One less problem to worry about. I had removed any identity cards earlier so now even if somebody finds the body, the chances of it being identified as Giovanni is not that much. 

But fuck, the smell was still unbearable. It was like a dumpster fire in a sewage plant. I had to do something about it. I looked around the room, my eyes landing on the windows. Bingo!

I walked over to the windows, flung them open, and transformed back into my Ditto form. Then, I morphed into a Pidgeotto, because who needs a fan when you can be one?

My relatively small body took flight and hovered a bit away from the window.

I started flapping my wings, sending gusts of wind throughout the room. It was like a mini tornado in there, papers flying everywhere, but fuck it, at least the smell was dissipating.

Oh man, if anyone walks in right now, they're gonna think they just stepped into a wind tunnel. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

I kept at it, the wind rustling my feathers and blowing the stench out the window. This better work, because I am not in the mood to deal with this shit anymore.

After what felt like an eternity, the smell finally started to fade. Thank god for small miracles. I slowed down my flapping, the wind dying down to a gentle breeze.

I transformed back into Giovanni, because, you know, walking around as a Pidgeotto might raise some eyebrows. I looked around the room, satisfied with my work. Crisis averted.

Now, where were we?

Yeah, the body.

Just then, Mewtwo's voice came from outside, whining about how much longer I was gonna take. "Hey, what's taking so long in there? It smells weird out here!"

Shit, I nearly forgot about her, just nearly. 

I rushed to the door, flung it open, and quickly pulled Mewtwo inside. "Alright, alright, I'm done. Come on in."

Mewtwo recoiled as soon as I touched her.

"Eeeeeww, don't touch me!" she squealed, her tail swishing in disgust.

Oh Yeah, I forgot you're not a fan of "ugly men"' touch. Well good for me, Disgusting Bastard NTR chances go down brrrr down the drain. 

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot," I muttered, letting go of her. 

I turned back into my normal boy form, and Mewtwo's eyes lit up. "This is better!" she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face.

Phew.

But then she looked around the room, her eyes widening in horror as she spotted the corpse with its skin peeled off its face.

"AAAAHHH! WHAT IS THAT !?!" she screamed, jumping back or whatever the equivalent of that would be while floating, in fright.

Before I could react, she rushed into the air and wrapped her legs around my neck, her upper body clinging to my face like a freaking koala. Oh, for fuck's sake.

Her stomach was right in front of me, and I could feel her soft skin against my skin. Well, this is... interesting. It feels like a silicon doll to be honest. You know which ones...

"Mewtwo, chill! It's just a body. It can't hurt you," I mumbled, my voice muffled by her stomach, which was making me want to take a big bite out of it.

"But it's gross! And scary! And eeeeeww!" she whimpered, her grip tightening.

Sigh Sigh sigh, children you know, so pure in heart~

Seeing that she wasn't letting go of my head, I wrapped my hands around her body and started licking her stomach. Might as well make the best of this situation, right?

Mewtwo let out a surprised yelp, her body tensing. "Hey! What are you doing?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with confusion and a hint of excitement.

Oh, you know, just trying to make you feel better.

I continued licking her stomach, my tongue tracing patterns on her smooth skin. Mewtwo's body began to relax, her grip on my face loosening slightly.

There we go. That's somewhat better. But still Mewtwo clinging to my face like a freaking koala, her thighs squeezing my head like a vice. Then she saw the corpse again, and back to square one as she tightened her grip back down.

I managed to squeeze my head out of her grip, gasping for air. "Mewtwo, if you hate the damn thing so much, why don't you just throw it far, far away using the window?" I suggested, trying to sound reasonable despite the absurdity of the situation.

Mewtwo nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up. "Yes! I can do that!"

Before I could say another word, she used her telekinesis to lift the corpse up and launch it out of the window like a goddamn missile. Fucking hell, girl. You don't mess around, do you?

"Now good," Mewtwo declared, satisfied with her handiwork.

I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to just remain here? Not that I'm hating this," I said, trying to keep a straight face. I mean, who would hate being squeezed by those thighs? Thick thighs save lives, truly!

Mewtwo tilted her head, considering my words. "I like it here," she said simply, her grip on my head tightening slightly.

Well, this is... interesting. I guess I'm stuck with a Mewtwo hug for now. Not the worst thing in the world, I suppose. I stumbled to my desk and plopped down. I mean, seriously, who gets stuck with a legendary Pokémon wrapped around their face like a goddamn facehugger?

Oh, that gives me a Deja vu feeling.

Two minutes passed, and Mewtwo was still there, her thighs squeezing my head like a vice. Great, just great. This is not how I planned to spend my afternoon.

"Let go of my face before I start spanking your butt," I grumbled, trying to sound stern despite the ridiculousness of the situation.

Mewtwo just wiggled, her tail swishing in amusement. This naughty girl!

I brought my hands up and squeezed her asscheeks, making her squirm. "I warned you!"

SLAPP!

Mewtwo let out a surprised yelp, her body tensing. "Ehhh ah~" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and excitement and then Mewtwo just hugged me tighter!?

The fuck?

SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!

I spanked her more, and she moaned more. What the hell is going on here?

I felt something wasn't right. Those moans weren't of pain—she was feeling pleasure! Huh?!

I stopped spanking, and Mewtwo, who was expecting more, let out a disappointed whimper. Well, this is a twist I didn't see coming.

Without warning, my finger penetrated her already relaxed asshole.

THOUSAND YEARS OF DEATH, BITCHES!

Mewtwo let out a gasp, her body tensing in surprise.

"AHHHHhhhhhh~!" she moaned, her grip on my head tightening even more. Her thighs squeezed around my neck, and I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch. 

You are liking this huh? Then feel my finger jutsu!

I started moving my finger slowly, entering deeper into her fleshy hole, scrapping the sides with soft touches.

Mewtwo's body began to relax, her moans growing louder and more wild. Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft whimper, her hips moving in sync with my finger, something that gave me some breathing space for Arceus's sake!

"Ah~ Ohhhhhh Feels so good!" she whimpered, her body trembling with each movement. Her tail swished back and forth, brushing against my face, and I could feel the soft skin and sweat tickling my skin.

Damn this. I caught a big M this time. She could be the second coming of Darkness so its my responsibility to guide her on then correct path!

I continued to finger her, my other hand gripping her asscheek tightly.

The cakes kept being kneaded to whatever shape I desired, and I could feel the muscles tensing under my touch. Mewtwo's body was trembling, her moans filling the room, and I could feel her getting weaker with each thrust.

"Ah~ Do it harder! Engghh~" she begged, her voice filled with need. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed with pleasure. Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps, and I could see the sweat beading on her pale pinky forehead.

"Enghh... I like this... I love this... Hah.. More Harder" She mumbled with desperation of a man who has found her oasis in desert.

Well, well, well. Looks like we've found a new way to have fun, haven't we?

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "May I come in, sir?" the grunt's voice called from the other side.

Shit! Great fucking time. Bullballed me panicked and quickly pulled my finger out of Mewtwo's ass, which didn't want to let me go.

"Get off me, now!" I hissed urgently. "They'll see us!"

Mewtwo whined a bit but let go of me and silently floated beside me, her tail swishing nervously in front of my face

So, I coughed, trying to regain my composure – and shit, transforming back into Giovanni's form while choking on my own spit wasn't exactly graceful. "Come in," I called out, my voice steady as a rock. Well, as steady as you can be when you're scrambling to keep your shit together.

The grunt walked in, wrinkling her nose like she'd caught a whiff of a dumpster fire. Did sir fart or something? The smell is so strong. Well, he is the boss, as expected of him.

 She stepped over a pile of papers scattered across the floor like autumn leaves.

"Did something happen here, sir?" she asked, her eyes scanning the mess with sudden alertness. "Was there an intruder? I can call security if needed."

Yeah, fuck yeah there was an intruder – ME. I thought, trying to suppress a smirk. Out loud, I casually waved it off. "Ahh, Mewtwo was just playing around."

Mewtwo, who was floating beside me with a pouty look because her fingering session had been rudely interrupted, shot me an accusatory glare. I just winked at her, the epitome of innocence.

Behind the grunt, another girl entered the room. Blonde hair, eyes that were more watery than a leaky faucet – shit, she looked like she'd been through the wringer. But damn, that office attire was doing things to me. Tight skirt hugging those curves, blouse that was just begging to be unbuttoned – I could feel my mind going places it shouldn't.

Focus, man, focus.

She started speaking to me, her voice trembling. "Sir, why are you firing me? I've done nothing wrong."

I blinked, taken aback. Huh, who the fuck is she? Outwardly, I managed to give a diplomatic response. "Whoa, I'm not firing you. Who said that?"

The blonde girl pointed toward the grunt, her eyes filled with accusation. "She did! She told me you were firing me!" Meanwhile, the grunt just stood there, looking all kinds of uncomfortable. 

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