
The correct term for reverse furry is “fleshie”, anon.



Strangely enough, there’s been no record of any such occurrence outside of a handful of urban legends.
Or, perhaps, not so strangely enough, as if there were a ditto or zorua/zoroark courting humans, we would really know about it? 😉
Actually, there are multiple lines of pokémon-safe cosmetics for this purpose. You can thank the popularity of contests and performances for both, but suffice to say, painting or putting makeup on your pokémon is actually more common of an occurrence than you’d think.
That having been said, I don’t exactly have first-hand experience with any particular brand, but supposedly, Sweet Pecha is the one that many of the topmost coordinators swear by. According to the editor of this blog, anyway. If you’re into more of a punk/goth line, Rash Bash is also fairly popular, especially when it comes to pokémon dyes.
This is surprisingly fairly easy, anonymous. A vulpix exhibiting unusual typing still requires the same basic care as literally any other vulpix; it’s just that they’re also tolerant to a wider range of temperatures than normal for either subspecies. In other words, you don’t have to go to extraordinary lengths to house or care for vulpix like yours. They’ll be just fine at room temperature. But it’s a good idea to discern which type it most closely battles like, as a true fire/ice vulpix doesn’t really exist when it comes to its abilities, and understanding your vulpix’s true type is important for development.
Also, as a disclaimer, while it’s true some breeders try to breed these sorts of vulpix intentionally (as they’re easier to care for), such crossbreeding carries with it risks of mutations that are unviable for life, so only do it if you know what you’re doing (and can do so in ethical conditions, of course).
Magic.
On a serious note, for pokémon that have them (because not all fire- or electric-types have specialized organs that generate their elements), it’s really all about physics and chemistry. Fire organs contain chemicals that react to oxygen rather explosively, so the pokémon essentially functions as a literal flamethrower, spraying and spreading fluids that combust in the air and douse a target with fire. Stronger attacks simply involve more of this fluid or a combination of that and other flammable chemicals in the body.
Electrical organs, like a pikachu’s cheek sacs, meanwhile, are modified nerves or muscle tissue composed of thousands of cells known as electrocytes. Think of these like countless miniature batteries, stacked on top of each other. Or if it’s even easier, think of them like regular nerve cells. The difference is that unlike nerve cells (which operate by transmitting minute electrical pulses from one cell to the next), these electrocytes generate an electrical field outward and in larger doses. If you’ve ever noticed your pikachu or other electric-type seem absolutely exhausted at the end of a battle, that’s essentially why: because it actually does take quite a lot of energy (and, no pun intended, electrolytes) to generate the electricity needed for a full-on attack. On the other hand, it’s also why a number of pokémon that have electrical organs also have the ability Static: because it’s not something they can simply turn off.
As a fun fact, while a pokémon’s fire organ has no real analog in the animal kingdom (although many, many animals can spray acid that induces burns comparable to being set on fire), electrocytes aren’t that difficult to find, particularly in fish. The electric eel, for example. It’s just that pokémon have much higher energy reserves and resilience to boot, so they can generate electricity that’s generally more powerful than what you might find among animals. I still wouldn’t recommend picking up an electric eel, though. It’s about as pleasant as picking up a pichu (not that I would know).
Oh, don’t worry about Lanette. She knows me well enough that it’s literally impossible for me to annoy her so deeply that she doesn’t forgive me within a day.
Granted, that’s mostly because I once had to explain to her that the emails I had sent to her one fateful week were nigh incomprehensible not because I was drunk but instead because I had clefairy paws, but the point is, she knows I largely mean well.
Actually, it’s more like nothing he says or does fazes me anymore, so knowing him is a constant act of nudging him towards doing something less him, but yes. —LH
Hey! You’re back! Great—I have a new idea for an invention that I want to share with you. It’s watch, but you use it to stop time so you can have more time to catch pokémon. —Bill
And I’m out again. —LH
Oh yes. I know exactly what you mean.
(So does half of the world, but … well.)
Nothing, anonymous. I didn’t do anything.
Which, in this case, would be the problem, so you know I’m telling the truth here.
Nothing that anyone else barring asexuals hasn’t ever thought before if we’re honest with ourselves, anonymous.