Magic & Transvolution

Chapter 37: Quintin.

The Aquatic War Arc.

Munch. Munch. CRUNCH!

Quintin rips a fin off from the heart-shaped fish before biting down, the bones snapping. He and Sam are on the right side of his house, sitting inside of the circular formed pebbles. Sam quivers, wincing as multiple sweats drench his forehead despite being underwater.

Quintin looks at Ramon while taking another bite. "Want some?"

Sam shakes his head. "Nope! I'm goo—" his stomach rumbles, the false serpent looking down at it.

"Your stomach is saying the opposite, dude." He laughs softly.

Ugh...I haven't eaten anything for a while. Sam whines. "Y-Yeah..." The corpse suddenly lands in front of him, Sam blinking before staring at the Gyarados.

"You can have the rest of it. I was really only in the mood for kelps, anyways." Quintin smiles, wrapping his tail around a bunch of kelps. "Just thought of getting myself an Alomomola in case the kelps weren't enough."

"I...see." Ramon leans down, sniffing the bitten fish: It has the wretched smell of a long expired food, an aroma so monstrous that even the bravest of noses will be at death's door. Ramon scrunches his maw up for a moment, squirming.

Oh goodness, it reeks! And then within a flash...Ramon doesn't smell the foulness. The unbearable aroma has transformed itself into that of a magnificent five star meal, emanating the fresh and exquisite scent that penetrates his nostrils.

Huh...? This was smelling awful not too long ago...and now it's... The illusion Gyarados' maw hangs. Oh that's...Mmm.

Ramon salivates, drooling over the pink fish. The Water Gem Gyarados quirks his brow, taking a bite off from his kelps. "Uh?" Within a flash, Ramon sinks his teeth into the Alomomola, ripping off the side before engulfing it. He pants, tongue hanging, eyes sparkling at the fish.

This. Is. So. DELICIOUS! Ramon takes another bite. And then another! And another! He keeps going, some parts of the Alomomola spilling on the sides. Quintin backs up, blinking in astonishment. Ugh! Bones crushes from the sheer force of Ramon's sharp teeth, some hurling their way into his mouth while others float downwards to the ground. He soon finishes his meal, burping out bubbles.

"I—Whoops! Sorry about that!"

Quintin stares for a moment before chuckling. "Oh no problem, man! You were really hungry, and I'd be lying to myself if I said I wouldn't do the same while hungry."

"Haha...Ye-Yeah." Ramon looks away. "That's what being lost in the wild with little food can do to ya."

"Yeppers, man!" Quintin smiles once again, showing off his sharp teeth while closing his eyes.

Sam looks down, gazing at the chips of pink skin. ...That's my first time eating a Pokémon. At least, I think that was a Pokémon.

It was, Nomar answers. And correction: It's your first time in a long while to eat a living Pokémon. Erm, non-living considering this one is dead. You get what I mean.

Sam whimpers in his head. I-I didn't mean to. I—

You were hungry, Ramon. Just like how you and I were during the wilderness. Don't feel down about it, alright?

...Okay.

Ramon lifts his head and looks around Quintin's home, raising his brow in perplexion. The coral structures lack the vibrant brightness of the ones outside, the plain grayness spreading throughout. Not even a single Lanturn is there to light the house up! And lastly, a few hole-windows are placed on the right and left side.