Just a cute little story I wrote when I was really bored and had Pokémon on my mind. I've always loved Pokémon and while it might make me a nerd for writing a Pokémon fic it also means you are one too for looking up Pokémon fics in the first place. So there :p
I think it goes without saying that I don't own Pokémon. That would be ridiculous yet awesome. :)
These were the days that made the Squirtle fight over the largest rock that attracts rays of the warm, summer sun. As was the case this hot day in the middle of August between two male Squirtles. The first move was from the bigger one, intimidating the smaller one. The smaller one, having gotten to the center of the rock first, refused to allow the larger one to scare him off. The larger one was so unused to opposition that he took a step back and gazed at him in shock. The tiny one, gaining confidence now, laughed and blew bubbles at the larger one. A classic sign of disrespect between two male Squirtle.
The larger one sputtered and lunged for the smaller one. He was sure he could handle this little thing. The smaller one, being more agile, quickly dodged him and ducked inside his shell. The group of Squirtle that had gathered laughed in scorn. They all thought he had given up and allowed the larger one access to the center of the rock. Suddenly the shell of the small Squirtle leapt up and he spun in the air as torrents of water flew from every opening in the shell. The large Squirtle went flying before he swiftly got back up. The large Squirtle, trembling with rage and dripping with water, had too much rage than his little Squirtle body could handle. With a flash of white light, he was a Wartortle. The now only Squirtle in the fight looked up with a hint of fear in his eyes. He knew there was no way he could beat a newly evolved Wartortle. With the strength of evolution that would run through him for at least a day, the Squirtle had no idea how he was going to beat him.
Until he felt a flash of heat strike him. He lost track of where he was for a minute and then everything snapped into place. He was level with the Wartortle. In fact, he was bigger than the other Wartortle! That could only mean that the fear and resignation caused him to evolve! He wasn't smaller anymore. The first thought after that was that he wouldn't be picked on anymore! He could be the Wartortle that always picked on everyone! He immediately charged forward and shoved the other Wartortle.
On and on this went, each shoving the other, until a lovely Wartortle wandered up to them. Their jaws dropped as they took in her magnificent beauty. She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. She gestured to the spot they were fighting over and then gestured to herself. They caught she was asking and nodded emphatically. And with that the fight over the center space on the rock ended with the lady Wartortle laying back and basking in the golden sun. the two previously fighting Wartortles high fived and sat on either side of the girl Wartortle. One of the Wartortles groaned when they realized that fighting had been pointless. Well, maybe not so; they were bigger now. They were thrilled when they realized each had caused the other to evolve. The one that had started out smaller was now much bigger; he couldn't have asked for more. Except maybe the best spot on the rock.