Wow, I just keep cranking these out, huh? Too bad noone reads them. Heh.

Hm, just realized maybe I should be spelling "popcorn" as "popcornn." You know, just to keep it consistent with the Pokemon game universe.

It didn't take long for Scrafty to find Musharna. She was floating around near the entrance to the Ferris wheel, looking a little bit lost.

"Musharna," Scrafty said, "I heard you were looking for me?"

Musharna nodded. "I want to talk to you about something. How about on the Ferris wheel?"

"Uh, ok."

Musharna watched the things on the ground shrink as they went higher.

"Scrafty, do we have to keep our relationship a secret?"

Scrafty shrugged. "Well, I hadn't exactly thought about it, but not really. I don't see why we shouldn't be out in the open about it."

"Ok," said Musharna, smiling. "Zweilous figured it out on her own anyway."

Scrafty suppressed a laugh. "Oh, is that why her right head shouted 'Keep your pants on!' at me?"

Musharna giggled. "She really said that?"

"Yeah. When do we get off this thing?" Scrafty asked, her skin turning slightly green.

Musharna peeked out the window. "I think it's halfway over. See? I think this is as high as the ride goes."

"Ugh, don't tell me how high we are," Scrafty hissed, bringing her knees to her chest and closing her eyes.

Soon after, the two Pokemon finally exited the Ferris wheel, Scrafty leaning on Musharna for support until she could get her balance.

A small group of children was crowded around Heatmor. A little boy pulled a few uncooked cornn berries from the bottom of his bag and threw them in the air. With a flourish, Heatmor's tongue zipped out and caught the berries, popping them with its heat before pulling them into her mouth and eating them. The children cheered.

"Yeaaaaaah! Do it again!" shouted the little boy.

Scrafty facepalmed. "They act like this is the first time they've seen a fire type do that."

"Oh, let them have their fun. We're here to celebrate our victory against the League, aren't we?" Musharna laughed, patting Scrafty on the shoulder. "Let's go get some cotton candy."

"Think Snarf has noticed yet that I've been keeping some of the money from fights using this amulet coin?" Scrafty whispered, pointing to the charm around her neck and pulling a wallet out of her pants.

"I don't think she'd mind," Musharna whispered back.

Having paid for the cotton candys, Scrafty and Musharna sat on a bench to enjoy the treats. Scrafty took one bite, and the rest instantly dissolved into bubbling goo and stuck to her hand. "Ah, fuck."

Musharna's eyes widened. "Wow, your acid spit is awfully potent."

"I hate it when that happens." She wiped the deadly candy goo onto the side of her seat, causing the wood of the bench to smoke. "Hold on a moment… hey, come on," Scrafty said, grabbing Musharna's paw and pulling her over to a nearby tree.

Scrafty put a finger in her mouth and reached out to trace on the bark, 'Scrafty and Musharna' with a heart around it.

"Awww," cooed Musharna, blushing happily.

Scrafty put a hand over her mouth to hide a grin, imagining other applications for her newfound etching ability.

A dark blue head snaked from behind the tree trunk. "Aww, you guys are just tooo cute! Bwahaha!"

"Ah!" shouted Scrafty, falling backwards.

Zweilous' other head appeared and nipped the first. "Settle down, sis. Dear, mind your pants," she advised.

Scrafty blushed and quickly tugged the shed skin up to its usual level.

"What do you have to hide in there anyway?" asked Musharna, only having looked for a moment before averting her eyes.

"Uh, I'll sho- er, tell you later," mumbled Scrafty, standing up.

Zweilous' right head snickered.

"Oh shut up," hissed Scrafty.

"Well, mind if we go back to our nap? I don't mean to be rude, but the shade under this tree is soo nice…" asked her left head politely.

"Okay," said Musharna. "Let's go find the others."

Not too far away, Serperior, Heatmor, and Swanna were resting on the lawn. Heatmor looked bloated and very uncomfortable, likely the result of too much popcornn. As the pair approached, all eyes went to them.

"What?" asked Musharna, nervously trying to read their expressions.

Hesitantly, Heatmor spoke first. "Now, we all know how Zweilous' right head loves to gossip, but are the rumors true? Are you two really, you know, gay together?"

Scrafty didn't like her tone of voice. "What about you and Serperior, are you two really, you know, STRAIGHT together?"

Heatmor blushed.

"Wow, and I didn't even know Musharnas could be boys!" blurted Serperior.

"Um, they can, but I'm female," Musharna said, sidling closer to Scrafty.

"Oh, sorry." Serperior squinted hard at Scrafty. "You're a GIRL?"

Scrafty's angry retort was drowned out by the anguished wailing of Swanna.

"Oh my Arceus I'm battling alongside QUEERS?"

Now, everyone stared at Swanna.

"It's… not that big a deal, Failduck," Heatmor said, giving her a strange look.

"This party doesn't have the Pokérus, it has GAY GERMS!" Swanna screeched hysterically.

Scrafty burst out laughing.

"And- AUGH! I've been traveling with you!" Swanna examined her body quickly. "I MIGHT BE INFECTED!"

This was the turning point. The rest of the party, including a somewhat drowsy Zweilous, followed Scrafty's example.

Swanna began to run back and forth, flailing her wings wildly and bumping into small children, wailing "INFECTED!" at the top of her lungs.

"I have to tell Master NOW before it's too late!" announced Swanna, who promptly left the amusement park.

After a while, the laughter died down.

"Wow, is she for real?" remarked Zweilous' right head.

Heatmor shook her head. "Poor Failduck. I think her brains must have turned to mush after losing so many battles."

"Maybe she was dropped when she was an egg," suggested Serperior.

Musharna was still giggling. "Hey Scrafty,"

"What? Fft…" asked Scrafty, doubled over trying to contain herself.

"Gay germs. Ehehehee! Snort!"

"Ahahahahaha! Ow…" she laughed, holding her aching stomach.

"Think Swanna knows Snarf is a 'queer?'" Zweilous' left head said to its right. "Bwahaha, apparently not!" she chortled.

Snarf sat quietly at the table in the Pokémon center, enjoying some tea and reading up on ways to improve her training skills.

Suddenly, the door burst open and an ill-tempered Swanna flew in, shedding feathers everywhere, bumping into things, honking like crazy, and otherwise making a fantastic scene.

"Wow, someone really needs to teach their Swanna how to behave," she muttered to herself. Looking a little closer, the Swanna looked kind of familiar.

"Oh shit." Snarf put her head in her hands as the feathery tornado of misbehavior spotted her from across the room. "What did I do to deserve this?" she wondered out loud.

Swanna dove towards Snarf in some sort of frenzied desperation. "Master! Come quick! It's an EMERGENCY!"

"What's going on?" asked Snarf, brushing feathers off her jacket.

"No time to explain! It's an EMERGENCY!"

A nurse approached the trainer and her disgruntled bird. "Excuse me, is this your Swanna?"

Snarf sighed. "Yes."

"I'm afraid I have to ask you to please take it outside. It is distressing the other Pokémon being cared for here."

Outside, Swanna's desperation only increased. "Master! Get on my back, before it's too late!"

"This better not be anything like that 'fashion emergency' two days ago," warned Snarf, preparing for a probably unpleasant flight.

WARNING: Next chapter will contain a ScraftyXMusharna lemon. I will put a break in the text before it begins, letting you know it's about to happen and if you want you can skip it. Don't like, don't read.

I will try to make it as biologically plausible as possible, but without getting really, really gross. You'll find out what that means if you read it.