Author's note: Here is a map of the various Pokemon Regions in relation to each other superimposed on Japan.  Unova is not shown and is on the other side of the world.

What Kelly looked like, pre-evolution.

Mike and Kelly were walking down the road to Pewter City that next day.  Mike was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and a jacket.  Kelly, however, was smiling and naked.  His tails waving in the wind.  His hair certainly shined more golden than before.  Like all ninetales pokémorphs, he was a kitsune -- a vulpine morph.  Having recently evolved, Kelly was quite the feminine looking male, except for his adominal muscles which gave him a six pack.  He was smiling as he walked, not affected by any girls (or guys) that honked at him.  In fact, he looked especially beautiful.

Mike had to accept the feelings that Kelly was feeling towards him last night.  After all . . . he didn’t want to think about it.  But Kelly wouldn’t let him stop thinking about it.  “‘Dessert’ was so good, Master!” said Kelly.  “The best dessert I ever had.”

Mike said, “Kelly, please, I don’t want to remember what happened last night.”

“You enjoyed it.”

True, Mike had enjoyed it.  He never had anyone kiss, lick, and suck him in the dick.  But it was the only way he could see about getting Kelly to overcome his fear of water.  However, he is Kelly’s best friend, or only friend, that Kelly had.  So, why was Kelly crossdressing while at school?  “Okay, you win, it was enjoyable,” Mike sighed.

“YAY!  I knew you would admit it, Master!” said Kelly.

Mike sighed.  Kelly then said, “You should learn how to be a better Master, though.” 

“Why?”

“Pokémorphs who are trained by their Masters expect some assertiveness,” said Kelly.  “That’s what my ‘cousin’ told me.  You should assert your will over me.”

Mike sighed.  “Why should I do that?”

“Because, I’m your loyal pet.  And you should treat me as one.”

“But I’ve been training you,” said Mike. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Nope,” said Kelly.  “I know, you need to eat more red meat.”

“What?” Mike was dumbfounded.  What did red meat have to deal with training Kelly?

“Red meat.  It’s supposed to raise your testosterone and bring out your aggressive, controlling side.”

“But what if I don’t want to externalize my control over you?” asked Mike. 

“Listen, if you don’t get more assertive over me, it will turn into a situation where I can push you around instead of you commanding me to do something,” said Kelly.  And Kelly hugged Mike.  “I’m only telling you this because I love you.”

Mike tried to think, and then he saw it.   There it was, in the stream, a totodile.  “Totodile?”

Kelly turned around.  “Where?” he said.

“Right there!” said Mike, pointing to the water.  Yep, sure enough, the blue small little gator was a totodile.  It had blue scales and was just resting in the water.  It also had a red fringe along it’s spine.  It had it’s eyes closed, as if it had a meal.

Kelly asked, “How can a colony of totodiles get here in the Kanto region?  I thought they were in the  Johto region.”

“Well, the Johto Region is technically not very far south of us, so it’s not impossible for Totodiles to migrate,” said Mike.  “We better capture it.”

Kelly released Mike and got into a stance.  “I’m ready, Master!” said Kelly.

“No,” said Mike.

“What?” asked Kelly.

“Totodile is a water type, and you are a fire and fighting type, so although you are resistant to water now, “Mike explained.  “It’s resistant to your attacks since heat always moves from hot to cold.  Basic thermodynamics.  So, spearow, go!”  Mike threw up the ball and it released Mike’s spearow.

“SPEAAARRRROW!” the bird cawed as it was released from its pokeball.  This, however, caused the totodile to arouse one eye.   The totodile got up and said, “Toto-dile.”

“Spearow, use Aerial Ace!” said Mike.  Spearow rushed at the totodile with incredible speed and attacked, knocking the totodile off it’s guard.  Spearow returned again, but this time the totodile was ready and it shot off an incredible water gun.  It knocked spearow out of the air and just walked off.

Mike went to pick up his spearow as the totodile just walked down stream. “Hey, totodile, where are you going?” Mike said.  “I want to battle you.  Come on, Kelly.  Spearow, your new name is Ace.  Come on!”

The pair got down to the stream bank and followed the little blue and red reptile. The stream was fast flowing, making everything around it green.  The way the totodile walked, it walked as if it was vain.   “I think it might be a girl,” said Kelly.

“Why do you say that?”

“It’s vain.”

“After I capture it, I can have it sexed at a Pokémon center,” Mike said.  “Lets hurry.” 

After five minutes of searching, and moving aside brush, the pair finds that the bank is overgrown with cherry trees.  “Well, that’s the stunk of it,” said Mike.  “Most of the bank here is overgrown with flowering cherries.”

“Well, it could be worse, Master,” said Kelly.  “You could be covered with scratches and dust like me.”

Mike turned around and saw that Kelly’s fur was now a dusty gold and there was some scratches all over his body.  “Oh,” Mike said.  “Well, that’s the consequence of traveling naked through the wilderness.”

“And I’d do it again for you,” said Kelly, seductively.

“Wait, there it is!” said Mike, espying the totodile.  It was the same totodile alright, it was trying to dance in the stream to take off all of the mud on it’s feet.

“I’ll catch it, Master!” said Kelly.  Kelly jumped into the stream which surprised the totodile.

“Kelly, use your martial arts, but don’t hurt it!”

Kelly moved in and . . . CHOMP!  Totodile got hold of one of Kelly’s tails by the mouth.  “AUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Kelly.  “GET IT OFF!  GET IT OFF!”  Kelly was running around the stream, trying to get the totodile off his fourth tail.  Mike was in the stream.    “Wait . . .Kelly, slam it against the bank!”

Kelly moved his fourth tail and slammed the totodile against the bank.  But it still was attached to Kelly’s tail.  “That didn’t work, that didn’t work!  Just get this totodile off me!!” cried Kelly with tears streaming down his face.

“Slam it against the bank again!” said Mike.  Moving his fourth tail, Kelly slammed the totodile hard at the stream bank, this time the totodile let go of his bite of Kelly’s tail and landed in the water dazed and unconscious.  Mike grabbed a pokéball and threw it.  It hit the totodile, and it opened, covering the totodile in light and taking it into itself.   It closed it’s mouth and landed, with the red light flashing.

Mike looked at it hopefully while Kelly held his tail, crying.  Finally, the familiar ping!  “I caught totodile!” said Mike, excitedly.   He turned to see Kelly sobbing.  “My poor tail, my poor tail!  We have to get to a Pokémon center quickly!”

“I think it will be alright,” said Mike.

Kelly yelled at him, “It’s my tail, and I’m afraid I will catch infection!”

“Touchy. . .”

About fifteen minutes later, they found themselves at a Pokémon Center at the side of the road on the way to Pewter City.  “Nurse, you have to help me!” said Kelly.  “My tail was bitten by a totodile!” 

The nurse was a mousey brown haired nurse.  She wore red glasses and said, “It doesn’t look that bad.”

“Please check it out!” cried Kelly.  “Give me an antibiotic or super healing potion, pleeeeaaaase?”

The nurse said, “Boy, what a crybaby.”

“You’re telling me,” said Mike.  He pulled out his ball containing the totodile.  “Could you have this totodile sexed, please?  Oh, and make sure Ace, my spearow, is healed!”

“That, I can do!” said the nurse as she applied super healing potion to Kelly’s fourth tail, and affixed an antibiotic bandage.  She then took the balls into the lab, to check the totodile’s sex using a machine.  Her computer spat out the results.  “It’s a male!”

“Oh,” said Mike, and picked up the pokeball and released the totodile, which seemed to dance around as if it was playful.  Kelly was nuzzling his tail like it was more valuable than all the gold in the world.   When he saw the Totodile, Kelly moved his tails out of the way to prevent the totodile from biting them.

“Totodile, totodile!” said the totodile.  “Totodile!”

Mike then said, “Hi there, I think I can give you a name.  Would you like that?”

“TOTO-DILE!” the totodile said expressively.

“Alright . . .” Mike looked at it. “Felix.  Your name will be Felix.”

The Totodile danced for joy as it was named Felix, “Totodile, totodile, totodile!.”  Felix jumped on Mike’s shoulder and nibbled at his hair.

“I should have cursed that totodile,” said Kelly.

“Oh, come on, you and Totodile should be friends,” said Mike.  “He’s apart of the team now.”

“TOTODILE!” Felix said happily. 

“You’re crazy!” said Kelly.  “I don’t make friends with pokémon that molests my tails.”

“To-to-dile,” Felix said in a sad tone.

“Come on, you’re hurting its feelings,” said Mike.

Kelly just shook his head and turned around.  He may be Mike’s slave, but his tails were his pride.  If anything hurt them, he’d would do anything he could to make sure that the man or pokemon that touches his tails would pay the consequences.

“Fine, you’re not getting any cream tonight,” said Mike.

Kelly turned his head down.  “I want the cream.  I love the cream.”

“No friends, no cream,” said Mike.

“I want the cream, I want the cream,” said Kelly turning around to see Felix on Mike’s shoulder.  The  totodile opened it’s mouth wide, showing all of it’s teeth playfully at Kelly.  Kelly turned around again, raising his nose up in the air.  “Sorry, Mike, the cream isn’t worth making friends with Felix.”

“To-to-dile,” said Felix as he closed his mouth and hanged his head in shame.  “Oh, it’s okay,” said Mike.  “I’m going to punish Kelly.  Nurse, do you have a treadmill?”

Kelly’s ears perked up.  He was getting punished!  He was hoping for an arousing spanking, oh to feel Master’s hand hit his tailbottom and turn it red!  And if he spanked him enough he would get hard and spill his seed all over Master!  He remembered when his dad would spank him, and he spanked so hard that he ejaculated on his dad’s lap.  So, he worked hard at being bad so his father would spank him and make him cum.   “PUNISH ME, MASTER!” he said.  “I’VE BEEN SUCH A BAD BOY!”

He opened his eyes to see . . . a treadmill and not a cricket bat. “Uh, what is this?” asked Kelly.

“Your punishment is to run 25 laps on this treadmill,” said Mike.  “Think of it as more training.”  Kelly sighed.  He wanted to be spanked, not run.

The pair, Mike with technically two pokémon and a pokémorph, walked down the road to Pewter City.  Kelly’s legs ached, but he was sad that it was his legs that were aching not his bum.  He sighed, he wished it was his gluteus maximus that was red and he was walking awkwardly.

“Look, we’ve almost made it to Pewter City!” said Mike.  

Kelly ran up and said, “PEWTER CITY!” 

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”

Kelly and Mike turned around to see the machoke.  The machoke was wearing another makeshift loincloth and huffing and puffing.  “It’s the machoke you battled back in the meadow before we got to Viridian City.”

“What are you doing here?” said Kelly.

The machoke said, “You owe me a battle!”