What happens at Day Care
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Pokémon.
Charizard burst forth of his pokéball raring for a heated fight; lips curled back fangs bared, roaring savagely and scattering ambers with strong flaps of his great wings. His façade was cut short realising there was no opponent.
"Where am I?" He said, seeing many rare and uncommon Pokémon giving him a weird look.
"You're in a day care." A lady Dragonite mentioned, not overcome by fear like some of the smaller, type disadvantaged Pokémon were.
"D-DAY CARE!?" He stuttered out, by now the small crowd dispersed, "I'm my master's most prized Pokémon and he puts me in a day care!? What level does he think I am, 3? Try 87; honestly the nerve of that kid…" He glanced down, noticing a gooey stupid faced Pokémon by his foot.
"What are you looking at pinkie?" He spat, tail flame burning intensely.
"Our master put me in with you." It stated in an annoying nasal voice, despite not having a nose.
Charizard's blue eyes were trained on the Ditto, "Why?" He asked unaware of his current situation.
Ditto transformed into the fire-flying type, "You really wanna know?" It questioned.
His mind jumped to the eggs his master occasionally carried when Pokémon came back from the Daycare. "Arceus help me!" He cried horrified.
The morphed Ditto slowly advanced with Charizard punching, biting and slashing with relentless retaliation.
Meanwhile, the trainer asked how his Pokémon were progressing. The day care man leaned on his rake, peering over the fence to the sight of Charizard beating the crap out of Ditto. The day care man shrugged nonchalantly to the trainer, "They don't seem to get along…" He sniffed.
Charizard roughly shoved the Ditto out of his large personal bubble raising his claws to call time out, "Wait, wait! You're a copy of me correct?" He exclaimed.
"I am a Ditto." It stated like it was a big deal in its previous nasal voice.
"I'm a dude," Charizard said pointing to himself, "meaning you are too," then pointing at Ditto, "if you copied me." he figured, claws back on him.
The Ditto shifted its eyes elsewhere and thought for a moment, biting the inside of its cheek, "You've got a point."
The winged lizard exhaled with relief, "Buddy, no one is getting laid today!"
Ditto reverted back into its former goop as Charizard sat with his back against the day care building, wings flaccid on either side of his hulking frame.
"I thought you did this stuff all the time." He commented out loud, watching some baby Pokémon play together by a small pond.
"Depends what the desired nature is." It shrugged toying with a small blue-grey stone.
An intelligent thought crossed Charizard's mind, not something that happened often, "…but if you change into the other Pokémon, how are eggs ever formed?"
It glanced at him with beady eyes, "Ditto secret."
The trainer skidded to a halt; sick of doing route laps on his bike as day care man joyfully waved him over, "My goodness we were surprised! Your Pokémon had an egg! We don't know how it got there but do you want it?"
A/N: Well that was fun. The thing about getting laid was an unintentional pun I didn't realise until I read it over and thought about eggs. Writing about Pokémon isn't really my forte so it's unlikely I'll post something again, but I hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks to my beta Raevi, you know how to endure me too well…
Til next time, Erubi out.