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Pokemorph

"I turn into a Raichu!" the girl chirped, gorgeous ocean blue hair flowing in the wind, watery blue eyes…watery. 'I can also turn into a vaporeon! Which is why I'm so water like. Did you know I love water? I love water more than Misty, who will never be mentioned and doesn't actually love water. She never swims on the show."

"Uh-oh," Ash sang, smiling. "Just like a game show, you just hit a whammy. Not only did you insult Pikachu's gal pal, Misty, but you turn into a Raichu. Pikachu isn't against clichés but…she sure is anti-Raichu."

Indeed, the little yellow creature was practically foaming at the mouth. Her ears back, teeth bared, eyes rolling with rage. All her hair stood up, all over, making her look twice her size. She charged a strong electric attack, released it and left the mostly water type twitching on the floor.

MiniMoral: These are all based on the suggestions, because I don't read pokémorph fics and don't know. Apparently, pokémorphs have a thing with Raichu. My advice? Look at the personality in Mystery Dungeon or the natures of the pokémon you catch in S/P.
My other moral in this comes about from confusion. Why do Misty haters keep saying Misty doesn't love water? I don't like May, and I don't say she's not really a fan of contests. As far as we can tell, Misty lives in a house with a giant pool, which she's pretty much always around, in, or coming out of. Yeah. So, anyway, the arguments is generally "she never swims" (because every episode provided a chance to relax in the ocean, it's not like she was busy with Ash and Brock and a journey, or anything) or "she loves water types" (oh yes, I love fire types. Their flames freak me out though, not a big fan of fire. How does this compute?).

Pikachu was crying. She had just been turned into a human girl. She was naked, double D's bouncing and making her back ache. Long, blonde hair fell down to her back, somehow smooth and untangled despite the turmoil and the filthy woods surrounding her. Her honey colored skin was hairless, smooth, and flawless. Her brown eyes, filled with tears, were warmer than the sun. She was a gorgeous girl, flawless in every way, so why Ash screamed when he walked in would be beyond most.

"Who are you?" he asked, grabbing for a pokeball.

"It's me Ash," she whispered. "It…it's Pikachu."

He pulled a face, not a happy one. "But she's a pokémon!"

"Someone must have cursed me!" she wailed. "I'm hideous! You'll never want me again. Oh, no, how could this happen? Our relationship has been wonderful, Ash. I know you won't want me now that I look like this."

He took her hands in his. "Oh, Pikachu, I could never hate you! A man could never ask for more! A friend, a companion, never loved you for your body, I loved you for what made you…you. It was your personality that made you that made you beautiful, not your form."

"Oh, Ash!" she proclaimed, squishing her unattractive chest to his. "I could never ask for a better friend but…but…how are we going to continue our lovemaking?"

Ash frowned for a moment, considering. "Well, Misty's a heterosexual girl. I'll just ask her where to put it. Or maybe you should. Yeah, you ask her, and see if you can pick up some tricks.

She crossed her arms, leaning back. "Yeah, because a new species totally isn't spicing it up, perv."

MiniMoral: If you're going to have Ash fall in love with his pokémon, remember he's falling love with a pokémon. He's attracted to pokémon. A naked girl is by no means a "pleasant" surprise.

"What glory!" proclaimed Ash. "I've turned into a pikachu! Now I may frolic and laugh with my Pikachu and we will become closer to one another and be even better friends!"

The mouse grinned. "Come behind this bush for a second, Ash. I've got something to show you."

"Is it a battle?" he asked hopefully.

"…It's fun like a battle," she said slyly.

Tell me something good…tell me that you like it, yeah…and a few other sex related songs later, a somewhat drunken, joyful Ash began to come out of the bush, stumble, and fall with a happy sigh. Pikachu, meanwhile, content in her sexual abilities, peacefully slept. She wasn't as thrilled as the other but it had been a good time. She hoped he didn't get attached, because that would be rather awkward. She wanted this thing over ASAP.

Ash turned human and cried, "Oh no! I'm human! Pikachu, do you still love me?"

She opened one calm eye. "We're so not doing it anymore. That ain't gonna fit."

"Not!" he cried angstfully. Then, in his ultimate sadness, ran off to find the nearest cliff, which was nowhere to be found as it had just committed suicide a few minutes before.

MiniMoral: Be creative, do something special with it. It's just illogical that all they did was sleep together and suddenly they're madly in love. Ash and Pikachu were merely pieces of ass to one another. They can find others. Jees, man, just build a legitimate friendship in their new forms first.

Ash cackled madly, flexing in the mirror at his newfound muscles. He was suddenly ripped, scrawny body now filled with powerful abdominals, calves, and thighs. He was one extraordinary human specimen, but he wasn't human anymore.

"So…" Misty mused to herself. "You've got the physical attributes of pokémon, right? A pikachu?"

"Oh yeah!" he said, flexing again.

"You do know that the human penis is pretty much one of the largest proportionally? Largest of all the apes, at least. So if you've got a Pikachu's physical…do you think your dangle isn't dangling anymore?"

The boy froze, and quickly looked inside his pants with a horrified squeak. "Oh! Unfrickencool!"

MiniMoral: -giggles- Ash isn't having a good sex day? Anywho, we need some explanation to the giant muscles, and if you're going to go for muscles, I'd recommend you'd got for Rapidash. A horse type. –snicker-

Brock began to sob. "I don't wanna be gay! I can't handle that much emotional pressure!"

Ash glared, still looking down his pants. "Yeah, well, at least your brand new boobs are big. Nothing on me is big anymore. Major bummer."

"You win."

MiniMoral: If Brock turns into a girl, he's still going to like girls. That or his personality will take a very radical change.

Misty and May high fived, running into the mirror. They were now busty, at least C cups, hips flaring from narrow waists and long, gorgeous legs. About as long as their hair. They looked like supermodels.

"We're gorgeous!" cried Misty.

"Like models!" agreed May. "Supermodels!"

"I just need to do one thing," the redhead chuckled, picking up a pair of scissors. She slid them through her hair, long locks turning into a short, stylish cut. A second later, it grew out long. It was Misty's turn to fall to the ground and sob.

MiniMoral: Radical changes in appearance aren't always accepted. Think about how they would feel if they liked the way they looked.

All across the land, girls and gay boys wept. They screamed to the skies, rolled on the ground, attempted meaningless sex to brighten their day, but nothing worked. There was nothing to do but mourn…mourn that Gary was now hideously ugly.

MiniMoral: If the ugos turn pretty, than the pretty people should, in theory, turn amazingly gorgeous.

And, just for funsies, legitimate reasons for good morphing choices.

Misty: Gyarados. Water type. Temper. Tough. Pretty much always badly portrayed in a fic, unless written by a fan, in which case they'll generally be so nice it's OOC anyway. She has nothing in common with a peaceful, docile Vaporeon. Plus, the show said so.
Ash: Bellsprout. Due to the show where they had the pokepersonality book and...Honestly, it's a real episode.
Max: Abra. Shows beginning signs of intelligence. Evolves into something smart. Adorable. Can't do much.
Brock: Onyx. Associated with sex a lot. Stony. Tall. Always there but generally showed as an easy way out plot device.
Dawn: Is not a piplup. Piplups are cocky little bringers of evil. Dawn isn't that bad. Don't insult Dawn like that. Innocent…cheerful…cute…skitty. Totally skitty.
May: Innocent. Sweet. Eagerly walks into danger without realizing she's in danger. Togepi, but a nonevil one that doesn't suck the life energy from spunky female companions.