This next part is LONG overdue. If everything stays not supper busy the next part will come soon. This is a bit of a short part, so I'll post the next one soon! As usual, comments are a love ^^.

“Ugh..I'm so hungry.” Rocky moaned as his stomach made its loudest groan yet. He knew he should have eaten more berries when they were still in the bush territory, but now he didn't have that option.
For the last two hours or so all the bushes had had all the life drained out of them. If there were ever any fruit on them, there certainly weren't anymore. Though he did have other options the weavile wasn't about to change his diet. For all his life he had been a strict vegetarian unlike some others of his species, and he wasn't about to change his lifestyle over just the possibility of missing one meal.
“You know if you're that hungry I could give you some of my fruit.” his gliscor friend replied.
Rocky looked over, his face beaming. “You have food? Give me some now!”
As the words were escaping his lips Wagner suddenly looked down awkwardly. “I uh..used to have them, before I got captured. But I forgot that I don't anymore.”
“You moron! Why would you get my hopes up like that? You know how hungry I am!” the weavile shouted as he painfully clutched his growling belly.
“Well I'm sorry! No one is perfect.”
“Yeah, being around you has made me more aware of that.”
The bat audibly snorted. “Okay, wise guy, maybe if I'm such an inconvenience to you I should just go my separate way.”
Rocky wasn't really angry, he was just bitter about everything he and Wagner had seen so far in the journey. Hope was beginning to fade and a happy ending was getting farther and farther out of reach. Unfortunately Rocky couldn't tell the difference, so he countered his friend.
“That's fine with me! I'm tired of hearing your nonsense. Fly away, you stinking bat!”
Without as much as a snarl, the gliscor was airborne. The weavile glared bitterly as his friend covered more and more area with his flight. Despite his harsh feelings, the ice type knew his friend would be okay. He just needed some time to himself, and for the love of all the gods he needed something to eat.
After trudging tirelessly down a dirt path for what seemed like a handful of miles he began to hear the sound of a large gathering. He followed the sound until he came upon a sturdy structure made out of bricks. It was glamoured with several nice looking windows and a high chimney from which large puffs of smoke emerged. The crowd inside must have a cozy fire going, Rocky speculated.
He softly crouched underneath the nearest window and peeked inside. It was a higher class building than anything he had ever seen in the village. Lovely chandeliers adorned the ceilings and a quartet of violinists played sweet tunes and inebriated pubdwellers sang the words. Everyone inside looked as if they were having the time of their lives. Rocky knew he probably wouldn't be eligible for the merriment. If the crowd noticed a dirty wild pokemon step inside he would probably be chased out with a broom, or worse. But that didn't seem likely, judging by the types of people inhabiting the lounge.
Everyone was well dressed. The males were draped with nice attire ranging from simple sweater vests to full on suits and ties. The women were decorated with dresses that emphasized certain parts of their body or vests similar to the males. Not to mention the diversity of species ranging from humans to anthro animals like lions and eagles. All bipedal creatures were joined in with happy chatter and gossip. Just as the weasel was about to turn around and scavenge the trash cans for spare food someone inside the boozy lounge caught his eye that just about made his heart stop. It was a minotaur, and it looked just like Strike, the giant one who he earlier saw happily gulp down a zoroark. But only this one was regular sized, about twelve feet tall, a standard for minotaurs. He was dressed just like all the others in the bar: in a nice suit, a white buttoned shirt, slacks, and a black vest underneath.
The poor pokemon could hardly believe it. A savage creature such as a minotaur was making merry with everyone else in the lounge, and they were talking to him as if he was just like them! The weavile continued to eye him as he seemed to be saying his goodbyes to his friends. As arrived at the entrance, only a few feet from where Rocky was crouched. Before opening the door he took a black fedora and a giant overcoat and put them on. The hat fit nicely on his head, with his horns jutting out from the sides.
Knowing he was just about to be spotted Rocky dove under a vehicle parked in the lot. It was a strange looking ride, as it was not powered by horses, but by wheels and whatever else made it go. To his surprise, the car he dove under belonged to the bull he'd been spying on. He heard the driver door swing open, and the massive weight of the minotaur made the vehicle floor sink a little. The pokemon was running out of space. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed on to the bottom of the car using his ice, and the big bull drove away.
The drive wasn't too long. Rocky only felt the car make six turns before the car pulled into a smooth stopping point. A lot was going on in his head: where was he? Was he still near the woods? Was the minotaur nice, or would he grill him up and eat him like pork ribs?
The bull got out of the car, and the ice types fear came rushing back. For a couple seconds it seemed like the bovine was going to simply walk into his home when he heard the sound of strong whiffs of the beast inhaling. Uh, he can smell me!, Rocky was mortified. I should have known better than this. He couldn't even finish the rest of the thought. His mind went blank as the minotaur's head peered under the car, and he carefully eyed the hapless pokemon staring back at him with pupils wide enough to turn his whole eyes black.
As the anthro bull looked back at him a devious smile slipped along his lips. And Rocky passed out from fear.