Seriously, breeding is weird.
© Satoshi Taijiri
I used myself again, just because I felt like it.
And Marriland gave me this idea.
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A brunette girl, hair tied in a Juno-ponytail, with a black shirt with a huge Akatsuki-like collar and white shorts biked to Solaceon town.
She'd be damned if she wouldn't see how breeding works.
Female Feebas in one hand, and male Corsola in the other, she set off to the daycare center.
"Dammit, I'm getting a fricking Milotic with mirror coat."
"Battle!!1" Random trainer number one said. She sighed, and took out her Garchomp. The Mach Pokemon came out, and the trainer just about pissed themselves.
"…never mind!" She nodded her head, and let Garchomp out of her pokeball for a while. Hopefully, that would fend off the trainers for a while.
"Finally! We're here." She called Garchomp back to her pokeball, and walked into the Daycare Center.
"Uh, Hi."
"Hello. We can raise your pokemon for you. Which one would you like us to raise for you?" She handed her Feebas's pokeball.
"We can raise two, if you'd like."
"Oh yeah. Here." She handed her level forty-eight Corsola to the old lady, and bowed.
"Thanks." She walked outside, and let out Pachirisu to get some air. The hyperactive squirrel climbed onto her head, and she smiled weakly.
"Alright, let's see how breeding works!" She walked up to the fence, standing by the little girl who never left that goddamn spot.
"Hey there."
"Hi! I'm too little to raise pokemon, so the nice daycare lady takes care of them for me." She blinked.
"Okay…I really didn't care, but whatever." The little girl pointed to the right.
"Hey, is that your Feebas and Corsola?" She nodded.
"Yeah."
"…Hey…what's Corsola doing to Feebas?" Her eyes turned into saucers.
"Um…"
"Is Feebas moaning?"
"Ummm…"
"Is that Corsola's Pe-?" She blushed out of embarrassment.
"I should get them out."
AND THEN THERE APPEARED AN EGG.
Before running back inside to get her Feebas, she quirked her head to the side, and tried to figure out where the hell the egg came from.
"Uhm…okay…" She ran inside, and, annoyingly, her twitch started up again.
"GIVEMEMYFEEBASIDON'TCAREHOWMUCHIHAVETOPAY."
"…a little…slower?"
"Give…me…my…Feebas…and for the love of god, get that little girl away from there! How many people have you had here?!"
"Hrm, a lot."
"SHE MUST BE TRAUMATIZED."
"No, she looks perfectly fine!" She gave the daycare-woman a 'what-the-shit-are-you-on' look.
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Meanwhile…
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"Jimmy crack corn…and I DON'T CARE…" The little girl sang psychotically.
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"…Riiiiiight. Look, just give me back my Feebas."
"Oh, your Corsola and Feebas produced an egg. Would you like it?"
"SURE JUST LET ME GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." She went into panic mode. She just saw two pokemon do it.
IT WASN'T AS COOL AS IT MAY HAVE SOUNDED.
"Alright, that will be one-hundred dollars." She practically threw the money at her, and took her Feebas.
She went outside and released it from its pokeball. The poor thing looked so distressed.
"Are you alright, Feebas?"
"Feebas." (No. I was raped.)
"…Let's…uhm…let's just go."
And so, she never, ever, EVER wondered what breeding was like ever again.
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Seriously, that little girl NEVER LEAVES.
It's disturbing.