Eevee's Journey: part 1
It was a cool Autumn morning. The sun was rising at the horizon, casting it's first warm rays on the world. The great green meadows lay silent, then only thing moving the wind, blowing the grass to and fro. Then all of a sudden, a small shadow at the horizon came running down the hill, her small paws barely able to keep up with her speed. It was an Eevee, the wind playing with her brown fur as she ran, trying to get away from the Pokémon behind her. One of the Pokémon chasing her was a Migthyena, growling as he chased her, accompanied with a Pikachu and Luxio. The small Eevee had run into them on accident, while she was lost in her thoughts she'd bumped into the Pikachu. She quickly apologized but it didn't matter. The small Eevee ran down the hill, when she tripped on her own paw and tumbled down. When she reached the bottom she shook her small head, trying to shake off the dust and she stood back up, looking right into the Pikachu's eyes. They had surrounded her while she was down, and laughed devilish. ''we got you now little brat. There's nowhere to run to now'' the Pikachu said. The small Eevee cowered in fear, her ears flat against her head and tail between her hinds. The Pikachu smiled wickedly and jumped forward, slashing at her face with his paws. The others joined in, beating and biting the small Pokémon, creating deep gashing and cuts in her once-so-perfect skin. After 10 minutes of getting beaten and bitten the Mightyena behind her growled and pounced on her, pushing her down flat against the ground. ''now how will we punish you further?'' the Mightyena said. The Eevee whimpers sadly, not knowing what they were going to do to her now. Then she felt her tail being pulled to her side, exposing her virgin clit to the cool air. ''Whoa, she's so tight!'' the Mightyena said, his red shaft already fully engorged and probing at her behind, trying to find her small opening. He found it and pulled his hips back, ready to thrust in before something hit him in his side, sending him flying through the air, landing on his side on the ground. He growling in pain, turning his head to see his attacker, looking at a human boy. He couldn't be more than 16, his height still to small to be any older. The young boy looked confident, a wooden stick in his hands which he attacked with. He wore a black shirt, a masterball print on the front and a black pair on jeans. The mightyena growled and got up, readying himself for an attack, but before he could move a muscle the boy swung his stick at him, hitting him full in the face knocking him out cold. The Mightyena dropped to the ground without another kick, and the boy dashed forward, grabbing the small Eevee and holding her into his arms as he ran as hard as he could, disappearing between the trees.
The boy ran for hours, knowing the forest as the back of his hand, jumping over fallen logs and sprinting through caves, until he finally reached his home. He looked down at the many houses and people walking about, and then his eyes focused on the Poké centre. He took off again, carefully but quickly running down the hill and though the streets. People he ran by looked at his curiously, seeing the small Pokémon and his bloodstained shirt. He ran into the Poké centre, and made his way to the counter. ''Nurse Joy, please help us!'' he said to her, a look of fear in his eyes. ''What can I help you with?'' asked Joy. ''I found this Eevee in the forest, some Pokémon were beating her and I saved her. But she's in a really bad shape'' the boy told Joy. She immediately called out to Chansey, who came running to them with a stretcher. She took the young Eevee out of the boy's arms and carefully placed her on it, and wheeled it into the O.R. The young boy tried to follow, but was stopped by the nurse. ''We can't let you in here, please wait in the waiting room while we do what we can.'' With that said she entered the room, leaving the boy alone in the hallway. He sighed sadly and sat down on a chair in the waiting room, ignoring the looks of the people around him whom were staring at his blooded shirt.
Hours after long hours had past since he'd brought the small Eevee in, and he still had no idea if she'd make it or not. The light above the O.R. was still burning red, indicating they were still operating on her. Meanwhile the sun had settled down at the horizon once more, indicating it was early night. His mom would surely be scared if he'd come home in the dark, so he got up and walked to a phone on the wall. The dialed his house's number and held it to his ear, hearing a few beeps before hearing the horn being picked up and his mothers familiar voice. ''Hey mom, it's me'' he said. ''oh hey son, where are you? I'm worried sick about you'' his mother asked, a slight undertone of fear in her voice. ''I'm sorry mum, I was walking through the forest and found a wounded Eevee so I took her to the Poké centre''. He told her the whole story while his mother listened silently. ''hmm I understand'' She said. ''you can sleep there for the night but I want you back here by tomorrow 10 am ok?'' she asked. ''Alright mum, see ya then love you'' The boy said and hung up, seconds before he heard the voice of nurse Joy behind him. He turned around quickly and looked at her. ''How is she? Is she going to be okay?'' he asked. Nurse Joy smiled reassuringly and nodded. ''She'll make a full recovery, she was luckily you came along when you did or she would've died of bloodloss.'' The boy sighed in relief, suddenly feeling very tired. Nurse Joy saw it and smiled at him. ''You can pick a room you want and stay here for tonight.'' He smiled at her and thanked her, walking into the hallway and picked a room, closing the door behind him. He pulled the sheets back and laid down in his bed, pulling the warm blankets over him and almost immediately sleep overtook him, taking him into it's comforting blackness.