Chapter Two

Eva drowzily stumbled as she walked on the streets of Vegas Den city's slums as the sun woke up from its slumber and steadily started to rise. She had stayed up all night on the streets which wasn't an irregular thing, but this time she was avoiding Fang and basically any other Pokémon, which wasn't exactly easy for a Pokémon who wasn't a Dark or Ghost-Type.

She sighed with relief as she saw a lit-up Lanturn sign that read, 'Sonny's Pictures. Treats sold inside.' The exhausted Eevee weakly pushed open the door with her front paws and entered the wooden building.

Sonny was a Smeargle that was mon-napped early on in his teenage years and forced to be a test subject for various hard drugs. He later gained resistance to the drugs and was to be discarded, but he knocked out his captor's with various moves that he had sketched from his experiences; Sleep Powder, Extrasensory and Nightmare to name a few. He loaded a cart full of the various drugs and their recipes and moved out, establishing himself in Vegas Den city as a seller of hard drugs and cocktails at night. He was more presentable by day; he sold his services of superb likeness painting for reasonable fees.

Eva saw unconscious Pokémon all around her as she walked on, most of whom were either drunk or drugged. The Eevee remebered that she used to be a part of this nearly every night until she got a job as an errand Pokémon in a small establishment that sold various oddities. Shaking off the thoughts, she scanned her surroundings for her friend, Vicky.

She found the Vulpix asleep with a Houndour who was still on and in her. Gently nudging the Houndour off, Eva's body shuddered with strange desire as she saw the seed spilling out of Vicky, who groggily regained consciousness.

"Urf... I feel so full back there... (Yawn) Oh... Hi, Eva." Vicky stated lazily, stretching which led to more seed spilling out.

Eva's body shuddered again and the Eevee had to supress her desire as she wildly wondered how warm and soothing a Fire-Type's seed would feel during the cold of the night.

"Morning, Vicky. I see that you... Enjoyed your night. Lucky." Eva strained, trying her best to be cheerful as well as keep desire out of her voice.

"Oh, the Houndour? We got high together and the rest is a bit... Fuzzy. I'm going to a fountain to clean up- wait a sec, what happened to you?" She giggled before gaining a concerned look as she noticed her friend's demeanour.

"It was Fang again..."

(Time Skip)

"What would Fang gain by raping you? You sure that it was him?" Vicky asked, quite confused.

"It was him, alright. He's the only Zoroark in these parts of Vegas, and with a Metal Claw at that." Eva assured, rubbing her muzzle on a rag.

The two had each gotten two half-baked Oran Poképuffs as breakfast for about 50 Poké, and were now at a local fountain, shamelessly washing off. Others were there as well, doing the same thing, so it was obvious that they were all used to it. The water was never clear, but it was at least free and available to all.

After washing off, the duo went to the Dump, where slum dwellers went to to empty their bowels. Grimer, Trubbish and Muk loved the place, and the Poison types happily ingested the filth, making the place smell putrid as they moved around. Hunkering down, Vicky and Eva did their business and headed towards the markets.

That's when he appeared.

Macho was a bully, no doubt about it. Who could blame him though? He was sponsored a bit by Fang himself and not too many psychics stayed in the slums, meaning the Machoke could roam and 'tax' without resistance.

"Hey! Vulpix and Eevee! Where'd ya come from?!" He called in a loud voice so they couldn't feign not hearing him.

Eva had already started walking in the other direction when he yelled. Vicky used one of her tails to hold her friend back with a pleading look before turning around swiftly. Eva reluctantly followed. They walked back to the Superpower Pokémon, who was clothed in a pair of torn jean shorts, a power-save belt and a dirty singlet that was small and tight enough to show his muscles.

"We came from the dump, Macho." Vicky said courteously, waving her six tails slowly.

"D'ya pay dump tax for the week?" He asked, smirking.

"N-no..." Vicky squeaked, looking down.

"You took all the money I had yesterday, Macho. It's enough for both of us." Eva growled, surprising Vicky as well as Macho.

Vicky's eyes widened a bit as her friend said those words. Eva was still looking defiantly at the Machoke, who quickly composed himself.

"You act tough, Eevee. Too bad it's all act. I'll let this slide this once, you weak normie." He huffed, grinning to show his yellow teeth.

Something snapped in Eva's head when he said that. As a normal type, she was weak to Fighting type attacks, but that didn't necessarily mean she was weak. Images of the fights and close calls she experienced flashed by, making her see red.

"RAAAAAHH!" Eva Snarled, making Vicky jump and Macho flinch.

Right before the Machoke could even retort, Eva used a burst of speed to close the distance between them before Biting hard on Macho's leg, drawing blood.

"Stop, Eva!" Vicky yelled while backtracking to a safer distance, knowing that her friend was getting into trouble that she might not walk away from.

Eva didn't heed her friend's warning and instead backflipped away from a Rock Smash which added a new pothole to the ground. She didn't notice in her anger that a Machop and Sneasel were closing in.

"Eva! They'll kill you!" Vicky screamed, still standing a good ways away.

She was only submissive to those she knew would clearly be suicide to oppose, and Macho was one of those characters for a reason.

His gang.

Macho slammed a stronger Rock Smash into the spot Eva had been standing on moments before. Gritting her teeth, Eva used Take Down, slamming her entire body into Macho's side. The recoil felt was nothing compared to Macho's pain. The Machoke was clutching his left side and had doubled over in pain. Eva wanted to Tackle him, but her instincts told her that he was faking. She kept her distance, but didn't see the incoming danger until it was too late.

A grey fist slammed into the side of her head, sending her flying into a market stall. The pain Eva felt was mind-numbing but she still yelped in pain as a claw raked her side twice, drawing blood, flesh and fur.

With her senses failing and her vision swimming, she really didn't register being dragged, neither did she register being slapped across her face.

"If...try this shit...Kill you, bitch." Eva managed to hear before she was slugged in the gut and tossed to the ground, blacking out instantly.

(Time Skip)

When Eva woke up, the first thing she notice was the pain. Her wounds were licked clean, but no amount of licking would help her with the pain in her gut region as well as the numbness of the left side of her face. She would survive it; Pokémon normally survived injuries more greivous than hers, but street Pokémon had to heal faster yo survive infections; they adapted killer immune systems. Eva could already feel the numbess fading.

The next thing she noticed was her location. She stood up shakily and surveyed her surroundings. She was in a grey cloured building which had various old paintings hung on the walls alongside items like Lagging Tails, Dragon Scales and Iron Balls. A set of footwear for different Pokémon was on a display rack in the corner, and the small windows were open, letting in slightly polluted but neverthless 'fresh' air into the building. Eva realized where she was and her eyes widened in surprise.

Second Chapter done, folks! Third's on the way! I'm loving my speed right now.