Dead Eevee

You're out exploring on your Pokemon journey, wandering by the edge of a forest, thinking about what your next catch might be. Then, suddenly, you hear a noise in the distance. "Iebui! Cow beh!" Wait. No way! An Eevee? Score! You begin closing in as your hand toys with the Water Stone inside your pocket. Maybe if you manage to catch it, you should consider evolving it right away? Apparently trainers all across the world swear by their Vaporeons, though you're not really sure what makes those so much better than the other Eeveelutions. Might have to research that on the internet later.

The noises continue as you get closer. "Voi...! Voi...!" Come to think of it, this is not what casual Eevee communication sounds like. It's more rhythmical and somewhat more... deep and breathy. Oooooh. You smirk. Maybe a bonded pair of adorable little 'Vees are hard at work making the next generation? That tracks. The Professor kept saying all wild Pokemon having nothing but affection and love for everyone else. Such adorable, innocent creatures, so much purer than humans, not a single bad bone in their body. You even heard that whenever an Eevee egg is found in the wild, Eeveelutions tend to gather around it to 'spawncamp', just so they can properly welcome the new Eevee into the world with licks and cuddles. Or something like that, at any rate. Maybe that's what's going on? Either way, finding two Eevees in one place, or an Eevee plus a couple of Eeveelutions? Now that's a real jackpot!

Just as you're wondering whether you even should interrupt such an intimate moment, you realize a rustling is coming from the underbrush and the noises being very close now. They've grown somewhat slower, too. "V-voi... E-ee...eevui...". And then, a small, brownish figure finally emerges out of the brambles. You gasp. The ghoulish sight is not what you expected at all.

The Eevee is an utter mess. The vulpine Pokemon is covered in blood, forcefully squeezing one eye shut like it's damaged or missing. And... shit, is that its brain matter?! Its skull is just cracked open? And yet, to your amazement, the determined critter keeps dragging itself forward. Now you understand the noises. With each exhausted step it takes, often having to pause for several seconds before the next, the Eevee produces a pained vocalization, like it's trying to go 'heave-ho!'. Maybe it's also a call for help? And by Arceus, this Eevee is in need of help. As it shuffles further into view, you finally realize that even its guts have been torn open, not only that, they're dragging across the floor. What a determined little Pokemon! It must have some kind of goal! What a great example for the tenacity and bravery of...

Finally, the Eevee notices you. With its one remaining good eye, it gives you an absolutely heartbreaking, Baby-Doll Eyes type of look. "...VUI!" The panicked vocalization needs no translation. 'HELP'! And then, suddenly, the Eevee's good eye goes dark and empty, and without another sound, it falls over on its side. One last breath. Then it stops moving entirely.

You rush to its side and check for signs of life. No breathing. No heartbeat. Crap. Clinically dead. You briefly consider using a Max Revive, but realize it would be a wasted effort. These injuries are beyond normal battle damage. No medicine or Pokemon Center can help the 'Vee now. That's not odd. What is, if anything, is how it even managed to stay alive so long with such severe injuries. A foul stench spreads throughout the area as the Eevee's sphincter relaxes, voiding its bowels onto the forest floor.

You crinkle your nose, but then notice something. The Eevee actually has a small leather collar around its neck! There's two metal dog tags on it, too. You check the first. "Veevee the Eevee. If found, please return to Leela." So this wasn't a wild Eevee, but some poor trainer's pet and lifelong companion? That makes it worse! A horrid thought crosses your mind. What if the trainer is in trouble and the Eevee got hurt this badly trying to get help? There's also a nearby address on the tag. Maybe you should check that out.

You inspect the second dog tag. "Please don't have sex with me, thank you!" Underneath that, a sad-looking Eevee face, ears flatted tightly to its skull. Huh. You know Pokephiliacs love Eevee, but has the situation really escalated so much that such a warning is necessary? Do they really just pounce on random people's Eevees and have their way with them nowadays?

And yet, something in your pants stirs. The corpse, you notice, is still warm and flexible. Hypothetically, thinking from an Eeveephiliac's perspective... there'd be a lot of holes to choose from here. Mouth, ass, even the empty eyesocket or the intact eye that gave you such an adorably desperate look earlier. The guts or even brain matter are also an option. But dare you really defile this brave, innocent creature's fresh remains? Perhaps you should just bury it. Then again, it looks really cute all dead and unresisting...

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Your Pokemon journey waits for nobody. One morning, you're happily walking at the edge of the forest, well on your way to your next badge. You're about to pull out one of your Pokeballs to have one of your companions walk alongside you to enjoy the fresh air when you spot something in the distance. It's a little brown silhouette. That color seems characteristic and familiar. Did you actually stumble upon an Eevee? How lucky, those are quite rare to find in the wild! You carefully creep closer, trying not to spook the little critter, hand already digging around in your bag for a Great Ball.

You get closer and closer, minding your step. But just as you're nearly close enough, you accidentally step on a tree branch, making a loud noise. To your surprise, the Eevee is not spooked. In fact, it doesn't seem to be moving at all. You notice it seems sprawled on the ground. Maybe it's fainted from battle? Or sick? You continue your approach, already imagining petting it and hearing its cute 'Vui!' noises as you feed it berries, even if you might have to scoop it up in your arms and bring it to a Pokemon Center first.

Finally, you realize what a wasted effort your attempt at sneaking was and that you won't be catching this one, either. A truly foul, rotten stench assaults your nose, a mixture of blood, rotten food, and shit. That Eevee's a corpse. Not too old, maybe, but already starting to decompose a little. The Eevee's right eye has been violently ripped out and it is covered in blood. Its guts are torn open and have spilled out across the forest floor. Also the skull is cracked in one place, so hard you have a clear view of the Eevee's brain matter. You're not sure what killed it, maybe a predator, maybe some territorial fight with another Eevee. Or could some human have murdered the Eevee in cold blood? Either way, it's a grim reminder that even a world as sunny as this one has its dark side. Nature is a harsh mistress and no amount of cuteness will protect you from her.

You're eager to move on, yet you also feel you have some unfinished business here. Suddenly, you remember how popular Eevee is with Pokephiliacs across the world. Even dead, such an elusive creature is still worth something. It's still decently cute, after all, and it definitely can't say no now. Bet one would buy it off you. Or maybe you want to use it yourself? Could force its mouth or ass open. Or maybe its guts are still fuckable, or even the brain? How about that empty eyesocket? Maybe popping the eye that's still good? Or perhaps that very thought strikes you as insanity and you'd rather just bury the poor creature. Then again, it's the cycle of life, you'd be denying an innocent scavenger a meal. What do you do?

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