Exeggcute and Exeggutor

The life of a wild Exeggutor was rarely peaceful. Not because of predators, though. They rarely have peace because of themselves. The tall walking plant had a central intelligence, but it had separate individualities for the seeds it carried. It could carry up to six and, invariably, one of them annoyed the others.

"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends," a strong voice sang out loudly. "I can try with a little help from my friends."

"Will you shut your yap already?" one of the other nuts on the Exeggutor shouted. "It's way too early in the morning for your nonsense."

"But the birds are signing too," he protested.

"We're not supposed to sing," a third snapped. "And you're annoying us by doing it all the time."

"I love to sing!"

"You only know one song."

"But it's a great song."

"Can't you look your way to see if there's a better spot to catch the sun?"

"I wanna sing."

"Then maybe you should go off on your own."

The music lover growled. "Fine, I will." He snapped himself off the main body of the Exeggutor and fell to the ground. His outer yellow husk slipped off, revealing the pink oval form of an Exeggcute. Now his mind was entirely his own, and he could sing all he wanted.

The tall tree-like Pokemon lumbered away towards a sunny spot another nut had spotted. "Have a nice short life, loser!" one of them shouted, causing laughter among the others.

The single Exeggcute seed grumbled. "Hmph. Just you guys watch. I'll find myself a posse of music lovers and we'll stun everyone by becoming the first seed choir."

He spent a moment figuring out how to move. There were several options open to him now: bouncing, rolling, sliding. But the best way, he found, was telekinetically lifting himself an inch off the ground and drifting where he wanted to go. It took a lot of mental effort. He managed and found a river bed where many Exeggcute clusters had gathered, to build or exchange members.

The first cluster he found had four seeds. "Hey, wanna join us?" the lead seed asked.

"Do you sing?" he replied.

"Sing?"

"Uh, not really," a rather cracked one answered.

"I can make funny sounds," a younger and less cracked seed piped up. "Ba-dum, diddle didy dee, shu pa ti sha, bahm bahm bahm bish."

"You need a rhythm," the singer advised. "I guess music can have funny sounds, but it must have rhythm."

"Cool, you know rhythm?"

"I only know one song, but I know its rhythm."

"Hey, I'm gonna go with him."

"Suit yourself," the lead seed said, then let the sound maker go.

After that cluster left, the singer asked, "Um, how do we connect? I just dropped off my tree."

"It's real easy, man," the sound maker said. "Lead seed asks the new one if he or she wants to join, and the new one says yes. Then the psychic link is made. But, uh, mind being leader? I ain't much for leading, see. I just make funny sounds."

"Okay, so, you want to join my cluster?"

"Course, man."

And like he said, a psychic link formed between them, linking their minds together like he had been as the seed of an Exeggutor. They exchanged thoughts for a while, then the singer sang his song to teach it to the sound maker. It took a few tries, but the latter came up with a string of beat noises to add to make the song sound better. Mostly along the lines of 'da-dun-dun'

While they did so, an Exeggcute cluster of three came up to them. "Catchy tune," one of them, all girls, said.

"Thanks," the singer said. "Do you like music?"

"Yeah, we like to hang out by where the humans live," one replied.

"They have music playing a lot over there, but you gotta be careful or you'll get caught."

"Where is that? I'd like to learn more than just my one song."

"We could join you and then you'd know where," the lead girl seed said. "Besides, I'm getting tired of leading, but they won't step up to the responsibility."

"But you're all girls," the sound maker protested. "We're both guys."

"That's no problem." There was a flicker of psychic power, and the cluster of three seeds had become male. "Will that do?"

"Freaky."

"How'd you do that?" the singer asked in shock.

"You can change any time you want just by thinking so. We were just girls because we had a member who was very girly and wouldn't have things any other way."

"But my tree cluster was always male."

"So was mine," the sound maker added.

"That's cause an Exeggutor becomes one gender and stays that gender. We're just seeds, so we can switch as we like."

"Then what decides the Exeggutor's gender?"

"Majority rule, I think."

"Maybe it's the lead seed's decision."

The singer considered (and hoped that it was his choice, not majority). "You guys really like music? I'm gonna make us into an egg choir."

"Sounds neat. We'll try it, right?"

"Sure."

"It's something different," the third, and shier, seed replied.

"All right then. Do you want to join my cluster?"

They all agreed and soon set off for the human town to learn how to be an egg choir.

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Exeggcute Fire Red entry: Even though it appears to be eggs of some sort, it was discovered to be a life-form more like plant seeds.

Exeggutor Fire Red entry: It is called "The Walking Tropical Rainforest." Each of the nuts has a face and a will of its own.

Pokemon 'biology' is so weird… I love it!