The trio is on the way to Vermillion City.  The pokémorphs were nude again, except for their collar and choker.  Although Kelly was fine,  Naryawen was starting to shiver.  “It’s so cold, Master!” said Naryawen.

“Hmm?” Mike took a finger and put it into his mouth, took it out and felt the air.  “Yep, Indian Summer is almost gone.  They should be having a harvest festival.”

“But it’s cold,” said Naryawen.

“What happened to all that training we did this morning?” said Mike.  “You didn’t complain then.”

Naryawen said, “I’m a fire pokemon, training always makes my blood run hot.” 

“Come on, Naryawen,” said Kelly. 

“You come on!  You’re covered in fur!  Look at me, I’m covered with scales,” she said.  Naryawen was a charmeleon morph.  She had a humanoid body, and thanks to genetic engineering by Giovanni’s people, looked like the combination of a woman with a one horned dinosaur.  She was covered with red scales except for her front below her collar bone, where she had yellow scales that extended to below her tail.  The fire on her tail was burning red hot.

Kelly was a ninetales morph.  He was a humanoid fox that was covered in yellow flame colored fur except for the end of his tails which slowly changed to flame red.  He had nine tails and a vulpine head.  His irises were flame colored, always changing texture and color like they were living flame.  Mike was dressed in a white duster and black levi pants.  he also wore white tennis shoes today, and his shirt was a white sweater.  Yes, it was cool today.

“You were hot last night,” said Kelly, chiding Naryawen.  “The things you did with Mike -”

“Kelly, please,” said Mike.  “You slept in the same bed.”

“Just as long as I get the cream tonight,” Kelly smiled. 

“Come on, squirtle!” said a boy’s voice.  “You can attack it with your water gun.”

“It’s the kid from the Pokémart!” said Naryawen.  The trio happened on the 12 year old kid they met in the Pokemart.  He and his squirtle were on opposite ends, battling an ekans.  The squirtle was a blue turtle with a red shell and a long blue tail that was curled up.  The ekans was a purple rattlesnake with a yellow ring around it’s neck. The squirtle spit it’s water at the ekans.  But there was a problem.  The squirtle was very tired from battling.

“Squirrrtle,” it said.   Suddenly the ekans rushed it, and took it down.

“EKANS!”

“Squirtle!” the squirtle said as it was knocked out.   The ekans then slithered back into the brush.  The kid ran to the squirtle, and picked it up. 

“Squirtle, are you okay?”

The squirtle could barely muster, “squirrtle.”

“You take a good rest,” said the kid, as he held out the pokéball and absorbed the squirtle back into the ball.  The trio approached the kid.  And Mike said, “Hi there.”

The kid took a look at the two naked pokemorphs and screamed, running down to town.  “They’re naked, naked, naked!”

“That twerp is really making my tail blaze!” said Naryawen, and the flame of her tail got a little bigger. 

Kelly said, “I don’t like it when he can’t recognize that some pokemorphs are nudists from the start!”  Both their eyes were alight with the flame of rage.  Mike tried to hold them back.

“Calm down you two, you’ll get your chance,” Mike said, pushing against both of them while they tried to march right up to the running kid.  “What is the town he is running into, any how?” 

“Well, it’s a suburb of Vermillion City, it’s called Hunter Town, if I remember correctly,” said Naryawen.  “It’s one of the places that Ash visited while on his journey.”

“Not Ash again,” said Mike.  He released the two and they both chased after the kid.   Mike looked back and saw the two running after the kid who yelled: they’re naked.  He quickly recovered from his melancholy and ran after them.  “Hey, wait for me!”

The kid was running, mostly because he was grinning.  He knew if he ran into Officer Jenny, he could accuse them of being paedophiles.  And then Officer Jenny could have them carted off to jail.  In this town, kids had it over the adults when it came to laws about sex.   However, the kid was snickering so much that he didn’t notice the big rock that stood in his way and he slammed against it.  “Ouch!” he said. 

“Okay, you little twerp,” said Naryawen.

“We are going to have a battle right now!” Kelly said, finishing Naryawen’s thought.

The kid tried to run but he was caught by Kelly.  Kelly held him fast.  “I’m going to run and tell Officer Jenny that you are both pedophiles!” he cried.

“We are nothing of the sort,” said Kelly.

“The ninetales will want to take my clothes off and do terrible things to me!” said the kid.

The ninetales looked all angry, “Hey, I might act like a girl but I don’t predate on little boys.  Boys are frauds, and people like you give pedophile victims a bad name.”

“What do you know of pedophile victims?” asked the boy. 

“I’M A PEDOPHILE VICTIM, YOU DUNCE!” yelled Kelly.  Mike returned, finding Kelly holding the bratty kid from the Pokémart and Naryawen standing there with her arms folded.  “What’s going on here?”  he said.

“This boy seems to think we’re pedophiles,” said Naryawen.

“You’re a walking playboy centerfold,” the kid smugly said to Naryawen.

Naryawen said in a rage with her hand in a fist ready to punch the kid, “That’s it!”

“Now, now, I’m sure the kid can negotiate,” said Mike.

The kid looked smug, “I don’t negotiate with sex criminals.”

“WHY YOU!” they both said together.

“I guess the only way to settle this is with a battle,” said Mike.

In a clearing between trees with Hunter Town in the distance, stood this boy from the Pokémart that laughed when he told them that he was training pokémorphs.  Between them was a small pond, and on the opposite side of the pond was Mike, Kelly, and Naryawen.  “Okay, Vaporeon, go!” said the boy as he threw a pokeball, releasing a vaporeon into the pond.  “Vaporeon!” it said proudly.

“Naryawen, are you up for the challenge?” he asked.

“Gladly!” said Naryawen, jumping in front of the pond.

The kid commanded, “Quick attack, Vaporeon!”

The vaporeon charged at Naryawen when Mike said to dodge it.  Naryawen jumped high and to her left before Vaporeon could connect.  “Alright, flamethrower!”

Naryawen spat flames at the Vaporeon which connected, but only turned to steam with Vaporeon smiling.  “Don’t you know that flamethrower has no effect on water pokémon?” said the boy.  “Water gun, vaporeon!”

The vaporeon spat water at Naryawen. Naryawen jumped over the gun of water as if it was a high high jump and returned to her feet.  “Use agility,” said Mike.

Naryawen cartwheeled over the water guns that Vaporeon was spitting and until she picked up the Vaporeon and threw it against the ground, angrily.  The vaporeon was stunned, but it got up quickly in a minute.

“Good, Vaporeon, now sand attack that walking playboy centerfold!” said the kid.

“Vaporeon!” it said as it kicked up a storm of wet sand against Naryawen, who used her arms over her eyes to defend against it.   The wet sand hit her, and stuck to her.  The vaporeon retreated into the pond and melded with it.  This was Mike’s chance.

“Naryawen, flamethrow the pond!” he said.

Following her master’s command, she spat a column of fire at the pond.  The heat hit the pond at a spot, and at first it would be snuffed out, but she continued.

“Fire at a pond?  What good will that do?” asked the kid.

Mike said, “The third law of thermodynamics states that the entropy of a system approaches a constant value as the temperature approaches zero.  In other words, heat moves from hot to cold, but if you concentrate enough heat on one point of water, it will change from water to steam.”

“STOP!” shouted the kid.

Sure enough, the constant flame was soon causing the pond to boil.  The vaporeon returned to visibility as the water turned to steam.   “Tackle attack, Naryawen!” said Mike.

Naryawen jumped up and tackled the vaporeon, forcing it to the ground.  They rolled on the ground until Naryawen had it pinned.  While she pinned it, it struggled. It couldn’t struggle out of Naryawen’s arms even though it felt very slimy, it’s skin was like a dolphin’s.

“Vaporeon!” said the kid.

“Vaporeon, vaporeon!” said the Vaporeon as it was pinned by the bigger fire pokémorph.

“Do you yield?” asked Naryawen.

“Vaporeon . . .” said the kid, gritting his teeth.  He looked at Vaporeon, who looked at him pleadingly.  “Okay, I yield the match, I yield the match!”

Naryawen released the Vaporeon, and it bounded towards the kid, who caught it.  “Are you okay?  Vaporeon?”

“Vapor!” it said, and the kid returned it to it’s pokeball.

The kid then said to Naryawen, “Boy, I didn’t know you were so powerful.”

Naryawen stood up and said, “Don’t go calling others playboy centerfolds or pedophiles.”

“I won’t,” said the kid, and he turned around and walked into town.  “I’ve learned my lesson.” 

*********

The trio entered Hunter Town in the midst of a harvest festival.  Unlike most places in the Kanto Region, this town has it’s harvest festival at the end of Indian Summer, and before the Unova’s celebration of Hallowe’en.  The streets were lined with booths celebrating the harvest.  There were many people selling things: like goldfish or carp; selling chocolate covered bananas, and other carnival games.  The trio entered into the festival dressed differently.

While Kelly and Mike were in their street clothes, Naryawen was wearing a nice white, red, and gold lady’s kimono with a flame motif.  “Thank you for the kimono, master!” Naryawen said as she hugged Mike and kissed him on the cheek.

“Think nothing of it,” Mike said.

Wapp! Wapp! Wapp! was the sound of a hardpaper fan against wood within an earshot.  Mike turned to see a man wearing a head band with the Japanese flag on it.  He was behind a wooden booth that looked rickety.  The tank below him held a very ugly magikarp with legs and arms.  “Young man, would you like to buy a magikarp?” said the salesman.

Mike took a look at that thing and said, “Not really.  Even the barely humanoid ones can only use splash.”  Mike left the guy with Kelly and Naryawen.  The guy was let down when he saw two suckers in long black leather coats with a red “X” embroidered on their coats.

“Look at this, all of these slaves just waiting to be picked up,” said one of them.

The other, a man, answered, “I don’t know, I hear the Vermillion Army Base is crawling with pokémorphs, and the Boss wouldn’t be too happy if we raided a military town.”

“You there my good man!” said the fish hustler.

“Were you addressing me?” asked the man wearing the long leather coat.  His X glittered in the light. 

The fish hustler asked, “How would you like to own your own Magikarp pokémorph!”

“Catching pokémorphs are our specialty, why would I want to buy yours?” asked the man. 

“Because the humanoid ones can turn into a fiercesome dragon!” he said.  “A dragon so fierce it can scare your enemies with one howl!”

“You must be putting me on,” said the man.

“Come on, Wyatt,” said the girl dragging him along. 

Wyatt said, “Coming, Carrie.”

The salesman looked sullen.  He couldn’t sell his pokémorph.  He sat back until he found a husband with a shrewish wife and screaming kids; which of course was another golden opportunity for him.  He would sell the magikarp to him!  “Hey, you sir, how would you like to buy a magikarp maid?” he said.

The trio walked down the festival path.  Naryawen was eating a chocolate covered banana.  Kelly was eating pink cotton candy.  Mike was left holding helium balloons.

“This has been a fun festival,” said Naryawen.  She held Mike’s right hand and had her head on his shoulder, one quarter asleep.

“It’s not like the Festival of the Cherry Blossoms, but it will do for an Oktoberfest,” said Kelly.  The trio weren’t allowed to drink any beer since they were underage.  But they had sausage, sauerkraut and potato salad at another booth.

Although they heard someone else yelling at someone.  The three of them turned to see a wife yelling at her husband with the barely humanoid magikarp in tow.  “You dunce, you stupid head!” she said.   “How could you buy such a useless thing such as a magikarp!”

“But dearest!” said the husband.  He was overweight with an impressive spare tire of a stomach, wearing only shorts and suspenders and a sweater.  The kids were crying and whining.

“DON’T DEAREST ME!” she said as she grabbed her purse and hit her husband.  “You bought a good for nothing, ugly magikarp!”  She kicked the magikarp morph and kicked it over and over.

“Your good for nothing, you hear me? GOOD. FOR. NOTHING!”

“Dearest, don’t . . .”

But it was too late, the magikarp morph started to glow.  Everyone gasped, including the shrew.   The magikarp began to change shape, changing from a fish thing into something altogether different.  What resulted was a beautiful elfin humanoid gyarados.  She was mostly human, with a human face, human breasts, human stomach, and a human vulva.  Her arms and legs were covered in blue reptilian scales.  Between her hands and toes was webbing.  From her head fell beautiful, luxurious red hair.  Her back was also covered in scales.

“Oh, dear me, stop kicking,” she said.

The husband looked at the morph and his eyes sparkled with admiration.  “You are the most beautiful maid I’ve ever seen!” said the husband.

“You really think so?” said the gyarados morph.

“Don’t look at her!” said the shrew, but it was no use.  Her husband took her wedding ring and picked up the morph and grabbed the kids and left her.

“Lets get married! And have lots of great sex!” he said.

“Okay!” she said, snuggling into him.

Kelly, Mike, and Naryawen stared in amazement.  Along with them were Carrie and Wyatt.   All five were staring in amazement.

“To think that a Gyarados morph looks like that,” said Carrie.

“It’s breathtaking,” said Kelly.

“It’s astounding!” said Naryawen.

“Who would have thought it,” said Mike.

Wyatt said, “So, Giovanni managed to create a Ningyo morph from a Magikarp morph.”  The shrew was left. . . without a wedding ring, and without a bill of divorcement.  She sat down and cried.  “Genji come back to me, please . . .”

“That’s what you get if you abuse your husband,” said Naryawen to the shrew.

On a hill outside Vermillion City, the trio was enjoying fireworks.  The fireworks flew high, and exploded in various colors.  It was the perfect time, perfect night.  Everyone was enchanted and happy.  Mike leaned over to Naryawen and made his move.  He positioned her in the right pose, and she accepted it.  He then puckered his lips, and she did the same.  Mike pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.  Kelly saw them kissing and yelled, “Hey, when do I get a kiss!”

Above them was the last Full Moon of the season.  It glowed bright as the clouds flitted past it as the harvest festival drew to a close.  Tomorrow, by the Pokeland's calendar it was to be Samhain or All Saints Day.