High Stakes Matrimony

By: Alpha29King


AN: This story is set in a world of anthropolic Pokemon live. And no, they DON'T have any battle moves. I'm putting real animal in here as well. Yes, there will be Ponytas and Rapidashes riding horses. The Pokemon take the place of us humans.

Summary: Las Vegas is a city of trouble and the place where the lives of two Eevee-lutions collided. Blake Kincaid, a Flareon and cowboy from Wyoming, goes there to celebrate the birthday of one of his best friend. Fiona Weston, a Glaceon and workaholic businesswoman from New York, is there for a business meeting. After a night at a bar, everything changes.

Chapter 1: The Trip


Wyoming-Blake's ranch, a bit southeast of Casper.

RING! RING! RING!

Blake Kincaid heard his phone ring. He put his spoon back into the bowl of cereal and stood up from the kitchen table. With a sigh, the Flareon walked to the living room of his ranch house, taking his mug of coffee with him. Sitting on his leather recliner, he picked up the phone from the maple table next to the chair.

"Hello?" he answered lightly.

"Good morning, Blake old buddy!" a male voice came loudly through the line.

"Morning, Frank," he greeted with a chuckle. "Waddya what?"

"Ya know that it's Igor's birthday in a few days, right?" Frank asked.

"Yup," Blake replied, sipping his coffee. "I still haven't figured what to get him."

"Don't worry about it," the caller suggested. "If you can, just get him a damn cake. Or a bottle of scotch."

"Is this conversation going somewhere?" the Flareon gulped the rest of the coffee. "Just say it."

"Alright, alright! But first," Frank chuckled. "What kind of coffee are you drinking right now?"

"The usual," Blake answered with a grunt. "Now get to the point."

"Alright! Sheesh!" Frank whined. "Remember how Igor always said that he wanted to go to Vegas, but never could?"

"Mmhmm," Blake said, putting the mug on the coffee table.

"Well," Frank paused for a bit. "We're taking him to Vegas, baby!"

The Flareon pulled the phone away from his ear, then waited a while before putting it back. "No need to shout."

"Sorry," Frank apologized. "We're spending a week over there. I got us some rooms at Caesars Palace."

It took Blake a moment to realize something. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you mean 'we'?"

"Exactly what it means," Frank answered. "Igor, Alex, Lucian, Nicholas, Jason, me,… you."

"No way!" Blake jumped out of the reclined. "I can't. I have work."

"Don't lie to me," Frank said bluntly. "You don't have anything to do right now. And the cattle drive isn't for another two weeks. Besides, there's still snow on the ground, so you won't be getting any rescues until most of the snow and ice has melted away. Come with us and I'll make it up to you."

"How?" the Flareon said as he paced around the living room.

"I help you with the cattle drive," Frank said proudly. "I might even convince the guys help out too."

"Do you or any of 'em know how to ride a horse?" Blake sat back down.

"Yeah. Duh." Frank sarcastically answered. "I'll even ask somebody trustworthy to come every morning and feed the chickens."

"Fine," Blake scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "I'll go."

"Cool." Frank sounded happy. "Pack your bags. I'll come pick you up in a few hours to grab some lunch at Marcy's before heading out. Ciao."

"Whatever, bye." Blake hung up with a sigh.

He placed the phone back on the receiver and at the scenery through the window, deep in thought. All his had gotten married and had kids. He was the only one that was still single. He had yet to find Ms. Right. Then his mind wandered back to the memory of how he met his friend. They were in high school and they had PE class together. One day they were put on the same team for a relay race. After that day, they were practically inseparable.

Frank MacAllister was a Mightyena and from the only rich family in town. He was the oldest of three, two boy and one girl. His brother was the younger one and his sister was the middle child. His father was Mightyena and the CEO of a company based there in Wyoming. His mother was a Liepard that his father had eloped with during a business trip to Australia. When Frank grew up from a Poochyena into a fine Mightyena, he inherited the company from his father. He married an Absol named Éclair. They were now the proud parent of twin girls.

Jonathan Igorevich, or Igor, is an Arcanine and from a family that escaped soviet Russia in the mid-sixties. Though his parents have a weak Russian accent, he doesn't. He was a single child. Directly after high school, he married his childhood sweetheart, a Ninetales by the name of Zoey, and have three kids. Two boys and a girl. Jonathan is owner of his own mechanic shop.

Alex Haines, a Gallade, is from a proud family of cops. Being a cop himself, he works hard not to stain the family name. His method of working are a bit unorthodox. He is always improvising when stuck. Alex always goes to his family when he needs some advice. The day he graduated from the academy, he had met a Gardevoir named Mary, and married her a year later. They now have a son and a daughter.

Lucian Campbell is a Lucario from a military family. His siblings joined the military as soon as they could, but Lucian followed Alex into the police academy. His parent were a bit disappointed in his decision, but supported him either way. He got lucky to be partnered up with Alex for the beat patrol. He met a Lopunny named Shania while line dancing at a bar and married her a few weeks later after knocking her up that night. Their son is a lively one.

Nicholas McGregor is a Linoone from an Irish family. Like the stereotype suggests, he loves his spirits like a true Irishman. He loves his job as a park ranger at the Edness K. Wilkins State Park. It helps him control his drinking. He ended up marrying a Furret named LeAnn Lambourne, who had gotten lost on her hike through the forest. They are now the parents of six kids and counting.

Jason O'Connor is an Umbreon from what is considered to be the normal American family to most. His family definitely wasn't perfect. To escape the insanity of his life at home, he would sleep over at any of his friends' houses whenever he could. When he couldn't, he would camp out somewhere. He now works at his father's hardware store, along with his three brothers. He met an Espeon named Miranda while doing some Christmas shopping for presents for his friends at the mall. They are happy with the three daughters and single son they have.

Leaving the living room, he returned to the kitchen to finish his now soggy cereal. After doing his dishes, he went upstairs for a shower. He stood under the hot water for a few minutes before washing himself off. Once he was done and got out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he picked out his clothes. Blake changed into a fresh pair of red boxer, then slipped into a pair of jeans and a red and black flannel shirt. Lastly, he slipped on some socks and his old pair of cowboy boots. Standing in front of his dresser-mirror, he combed his hair. Afterward, he pulled an old suitcase from the closet in the hallway and started packing some clothes. He also packed the laptop he had gotten as a birthday present from him mother.

Noticing that he still had a little over an hour before the Mightyena would come to pick him up, Blake dragged his packed suitcase downstairs and left it in the living room. He then moved to bookshelf and pushed a few books aside, revealing a safe. The Flareon retrieved two ten-thousand dollar stacks of one-hundred dollar bills, in case he decides to gamble, before closing the safe and hiding it behind the books again. He then placed the money inside a pocket of his denim jacket, which was hanging from a coat rack. To pass the time, Blake turned on the TV to watch to country music videos.

Time definitely flew by because soon, Blake heard a car horn. He turned off the TV and stood up to look out the window. Outside, on the dirt driveway, next to his red pickup truck, was a black van. And Frank was in the driver's seat, waving at him as if to tell him to hurry up. Blake grabbed his wallet, keys and cellphone from the coffee table and shoved them into his pockets. He threw on his denim jacket and perfectly placed his cowboy hat on with one hand, and then grabbed his suitcase and laptop bag and headed out the door. After locking the door, he got into the van, where all his friends were already ready.

"Alright let's go," Blake said.

"Not quite yet," the Mightyena said. "First, we're going to Marcy's for lunch."

With a nod from everybody, Frank put the van in drive and off they went.

Marcy's was a diner owned and run by a Gothitelle named Marcy Cornwell. Every chance they got, the guys will get together to eat there. The diner food was like no other. It served American cuisine, obviously, as well as Italian, Chinese and Japanese food. Today, the group just went with some burgers and fries.

"That was good," Jonathan said, patting his stomach as they left the diner.

"It always is," Lucian commented, picking his teeth with a toothpick.

"I'll never get tired of the food here," Frank grinned.

"I don't think any of us will," Blake said to which everybody nodded in agreement. Then he thought of something. "Are your wives really okay with this?"

"Yep!" Frank exclaimed. "The only restrictions to put on us are one – no strippers, and two – no hookers. Other than that, we're free to do whatever we want."

The other five Pokemon nodded at that.

"Whatever," Blake rolled his eyes and turned his head. "Let's go."

They climbed back into the van.

"Alright!" Frank smiled. "To the airport!"

"Airport?" Jason was confused. "We're not driving to Las Vegas?"

"Hell no! It would take at least two days to get there by car, with all the roads we gotta take," Frank huffed. "We're flying in my private plane. It's all fueled up and ready to take off once we get there."

"I forgot you had a plane," Nicholas said, scratching the back of his head. "Alright, let's fly!"


New York-somewhere in New York City, Fiona's day

Fiona Weston waited in line for her turn at coffee shop. The line moved at its own pace, but she was still getting impatient. Shifting her briefcase from one hand to another, she kept on waiting. Soon, her came as she stood in front of the counter.

"Large regular black. No sugar. And a blueberry muffin," Fiona ordered.

"Right away ma'am," the cashier, a Nidoking, said and pressed the order in the computer.

Fiona only had to wait a few minutes for her order. Once she got her coffee and muffin, she walked outside and waved for a taxicab. After telling the driver, a Volbeat, the destination, the car drove off.

She was on her way to work for a marketing firm owned by one of the richest Pokemon in the city. The Glaceon never took any sick days or vacation days. She would even stay late just to finish her paperwork and sometimes took work home. Her office, which she got after climbing through the ranks, was plain. There was no potted plant or pictures of her family. Her desk was bare, except for her computer and phone.

Her coworkers, and even her boss, had suggested she find a man to marry, so that all her hard work would mean something later. Her answer was always that she was too busy for a relationship and that she rather concentrate on her career. After a while, everybody just gave up. Everybody already had a family or was in a relationship. And after two years of working there, the loneliness was slowly getting to her, though she doesn't know it yet.

It didn't take that long to get there. After exiting the cab, she paid the driver and told him to keep the change. The two-minute long ride up the elevator seemed to take forever, before it reached her floor. She greeted everybody before arriving at her office. She immediately set herself to work. It was an hour later that she was interrupted by a knock at her door.

"Who is it?" she called, removing her glasses.

"It's me Ms. Weston," a Delcatty answered. She wore a white cardigan, a black knee length skirt, white stockings and black flats. She also had a pair of fully circular glasses and no make up.

"What is it, Abigail?" Fiona asked with a pen in her hand, ready to continue her paperwork.

"Mr. Michaels wants to see you in his office," Abigail replied.

"I'll be there soon," the Glaceon, pushing her chair back to stand up. "You can go now, Abby."

"Yes, Ms. Weston," the Delcatty nodded and returned to her desk.

"I wonder what the old man wants now?" Fiona asked herself before leaving her office.

The walk to her boss's office wasn't long. When she arrived, she knocked on the redwood doors and waited a while before hearing a reply.

"Enter, Ms. Weston," said a masculine voice from within the other side.

Fiona opened the door and went inside, closing the door behind her. She walked to the desk and stood in front of a Raichu in his mid fifties. He wore a completely black three-piece suit with black tie included and a black leather dress shoes.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Michaels?" she asked her boss.

"Yes," the Raichu said, with elbows on the desk and hands under his chin. "But before we start, I want to ask you this. How's your hunt for a boyfriend?"

"Sir!" Fiona gasped. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm too busy for a romantic relationship."

"Please, Ms. Weston," Mr. Michaels raised a hand to quiet the Glaceon. "You're starting to sound like a broken record."

"Get to the point sir," Fiona subjected. "I really need to get back to work."

"A company that is headquartered in Las Vegas wants to work with us and they're planning a deal," the Raichu said.

"And what does this have to do with me?" she asked.

"They want a meeting at their headquarters," he replied.

"You want me to accompany you to Las Vegas?"

"I'm not going to Vegas," he said throwing her a red flashdrive. "But you are."

"But sir—" Fiona started, but Mr. Michaels cut her off.

"My granddaughter's piano recital is this weekend," he explained in a calm manner. "I am not planning on missing it."

"You could go to the next one," she tried to reason with him.

"Family is the most important thing in my life," the Raichu sighed. "This company is maybe… fifth or sixth."

"I understand," she dropped her head in defeat.

"Good!" he smiled with closed eyes. "Go home and pack your bags. I booked you a flight departing from JFK tonight. Don't disappoint me."

"Yes sir." She nodded and shoved the flashdrive into the pocket of her coat, before leaving.

Mr. Michaels stood there for a while, looking out his large floor-to-ceiling window and thinking with arms crossed and tail wagging. 'Hmmm… Maybe she'll marry a tourist while drunk. One can only hope.'

Fiona picked up her things from her office and headed to the first floor. Once she exited the elevator into the lobby, she went out side and haled for a cab.

"TAXI!" she called.

Immediately a cab pulled up and Fiona climbed in.

"Where to Miss?" the cabdriver, an Ampharos, asked.

"Corner of East 59th Street and 5th Avenue," she directed.

"Roger that," he said with a nod and but the car in drive.

It took about twenty minutes, due to the traffic and all the red lights the cabdriver had to get past. The cab got out of Madison Avenue and entered East 59th Street heading for 5th Avenue. When the driver reached the corner, he stopped the car.

"We're here, Miss," the Ampharos said, interrupting Fiona from a phone call.

"Thank you," she said, stepping out onto the asphalt. "How much will it be?"

"It six dollars and fifty cents," he charged.

Fiona handed him a twenty. "Keep the change."

"Thank you, ma'am," the cabby nodded and drove off.

Fiona walked a few yards before coming upon her building. The elevator took her to the top floor where her apartment, with a great view of Central Park, was located. She unlocked her door and entered, then heard a feminine voice.

"That you, Fiona?"

"Yeah, it's me, Gwen," Fiona replied as she closed the door, then went into the living room.

There, sitting on the couch and watching TV, was Fiona's roommate, Gwen McPherson. Gwen was a Mawile and a New York City native. She seemed to only be wearing a New York Giants jersey and a pair of jungle camo panties. Fiona guessed that she wasn't wearing a bra under the jersey. The Mawile worked as a tour guide at the zoo a few blocks from their shared apartment.

"What are you doing here right now?" Fiona asked, surprised. "Don't you have work?"

"Nah," Gwen shook her head but kept focus on the TV. "It's my week off. But what about you?"

"What about me?" Fiona asked in confusion.

"What are you doing home so early?" the Mawile asked.

"I have a business meeting in Las Vegas and I have to leave tonight," the Glaceon explained. "So I'm here to pack a few things, since I'll be staying there for a week or so. Or so says Mr. Michaels."

"Okay!" Gwen stood up from the couch and stretched. "While you pack, I'll order us some pizza."

"Whatever," Fiona muttered and walked into her bedroom.

She pulled her suitcase from under her queen-sized bed and opened. She filled it with a few changes of clothes and usual necessities. Fiona then undressed and went into her bathroom for a shower. About an hour later, she came out of the steamy bathroom in a white bathrobe. She went to the kitchen to join Gwen. Grabbing a slice, she noticed that the Mawile had finally put some pants on. However, they were a pair of denim daisy dukes.

"It's about time you got some pants on," Fiona muttered before biting into the slice of All-Meat pizza.

"I had to," Gwen said after finishing her third slice. "The pizza got delivered about ten minutes ago and I had to answer the door."

"That makes sense," Fiona cocked her head with a nod.

"What hotel are you stayin' at?" the Mawile asked while searching the fridge for something to drink.

"The old man reserved a room for me at New York-New York," the Glaceon answered.

It was about thirty minutes later when they were finished with the pizza.

"Girl, you better start getting ready," Gwen suggested. "With how unpredictable the traffic here is, it's better if you leave soon."

With a nod, Fiona stood up from the table and went back to her room. Closing her door, she slipped out of her bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor, revealing that she only had a frilly black bra underneath. After sliding a drawer out, she picked a pink garter belt and a pair of black stockings. Once those were on, she clipped the belt to the stockings. Then she slipped on a pair of black panties that matched her bra. From the closet, she withdrew a solid white dress shirt, a black knee-length skirt and a pair of one-inch black heels. She pushed her tail through the hole of her skirt after putting it on. It also took her almost an hour to get her hair and make up right.

She walked out of her bedroom with her purse and laptop bag flung of a shoulder and her suitcase being pulled by its handle, moving on its little wheels. Gwen stood at the door waiting while holding a jacket. She had changed from her shorts into a pair of jeans.

"You need this," Gwen said, handing her the jacket. "It gets cold at the airport, no matter how badly they blast the heater, and the plane while you're waiting for takeoff."

"Thanks," Fiona accepted it.

"C'mon," the Mawile motioned to the door. "I'll see you off."

Gwen grabbed her own jacket from the rack and followed Fiona into the hallway. The ride down the elevator was quiet.

"TAXI!" Fiona called immediately after she and Gwen exited the building

The cabby, a Zangoose, popped the trunk to put the suitcase in. The Glaceon turned to her friend and gave her a hug.

"See you in a few days," Fiona said after releasing her and climbed into the cab.

"Yeah, see you in a few," Gwen returned with a nod.

"To JFK," Fiona ordered the cabby before closing the door.

Gwen waved at the cab after it pulled off. With a sigh, the Mawile turned around and walked back into the building.

It took three hours for the cab to reach the airport. The reason being that there was a traffic jam where the 495 and the 678 connected and there was no way around it. It ended up costing Fiona a hundred dollars flat. After getting he ticket, which turned out to be a first-class ticket, and going through security, she sat down and waited.

"I can't wait to get this over with…"

TBC


Alrighty now! How'd you like it? Leave your reviews and I'll try to get the second chapter up as soon as I can.

Next chapter: Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas