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Something To Hold Onto

Part 3

for Catsithx

by Draconicon

James had a surprisingly good life with Crystal over the next three months. They worked together to resolve a number of different issues, starting with the whole 'heat' thing. It turned out that Poke-Morphs had a heat cycle that was faster or slower depending on just how 'engaged' they were with their surroundings, something that allowed them a little more control over their reproductive cycle when they were in a situation that wasn't conducive to raising children. Around those that they felt safe around, where they felt good and comfortable, their heat cycle ratcheted up again. How much, he'd asked? Well, at least twice a month when they were happy.

Considering the frenzy that Crystal started every week and a half, he was pretty sure that it was more than that with him. He learned very quickly that he would need more stamina to keep up with an Alolan Ninetails when she was really in the thick of it.

Once they solved that issue, they were able to move on to others. With her considering him her mate, he decided that it wasn't enough for her to just have the license to live more human-like (which had been the good news the night that he'd come home to the rut that he got). Instead, he offered her a ring and a proposal. A business thing more than anything else, at that point. If she was his wife, then she received a few more rights than the license offered, and considering that he didn't feel any attraction to human women, still, it seemed like a lossless proposition.

She had taken that as an invitation to go to bed with him again. She'd accepted it, yes, but there hadn't been the emotional reaction that would have happened with a human partner. He rather liked that; she was blunt and to the point, and they both got what they wanted out of the relationship.

The months passed slowly. One after another rolled by, and different compromises started to occur. She would wear clothes - never much, but at least a robe or a bikini rather than nothing - if she was outside the house, and he would start staying home, working from home when he could so that they could spend more time together. They would take time to go out in the world more rather than Crystal living solely at the house, and that meant that they were able to enjoy each other even more.

She started to change, becoming more outgoing, though never losing that cool exterior entirely. She always had the feeling of an ice queen, someone that had her own realm to rule and who enjoyed doing it. Even with the other Poke-Morphs that came to visit - Ember regularly checked in on the ice-type, and Jewel and her seemed to have regular girl chats that the Espeon morph seemed to enjoy quite a lot - she still had that chill sort of personality. Never enough to chase the others off, but always with that slight wall there.

But when she was with him, that was alright. He didn't mind it, and she seemed to like the fact that he respected her space enough to actually allow her to have it. If she didn't want to go into something, he allowed her that time and space to keep it that way.

It was a good three months. It was a pity that it finally came crashing down.

He noticed it the first morning that he went to work that month. He'd been working from home for the last three weeks, but the boss had insisted that he needed to come in for a few meetings, to double-check some progress, and to make sure that they were still on-schedule with everything. He hoped to see her off, but she had stayed in her bedroom, out of sight, almost like she was avoiding him that morning.

James would have knocked on her door to say goodbye, but he had already told her; that was her space, and if she wanted to speak with him, she had to invite him in or do it in the communal parts of the house. He wasn't going to invade her place.

So, for the first time since they got together, he left the house without a good-morning kiss. He missed it more than he expected.

The day at the office went by slowly. Several times, he checked his phone. In the past, Crystal had sent him pictures from home, often ones meant to stir him up a little bit for when he got back. Today, however, there was nothing. Not even one text to let him know that she was up and working on the house. It was like there was radio silence between them.

Something had obviously happened, but he had promised not to push at her. He had offered her the space that she needed when she got out of the strip club, and what she did with that space was up to her. It didn't matter that they were technically man and wife now. What mattered was keeping his word.

When he got home, she was quiet. More quiet than usual, if that was possible. She had always been one to keep to minimal talking, but this time, she didn't even speak. As soon as he got home, she offered him his meal on the table, gave him a silent hug, and then went back to her room. James called after her, but she shut the door without a word. Not a hint of an explanation of what was going on.

He was worried, now. Very, very worried.

It continued like that for over a week. Each day started with her staying in her room, and would end with a hug that got shorter and shorter after he walked through the door. He didn't know what was going on, but it was almost like she went from loving him to being afraid of him. James was helpless to do anything but watch her walk away, to see her disappear, to feel her slipping out of his life one bit at a time.

The weekend came, and he wanted to try and take her out on a date. He woke up, caught sight of her out of her room, but before he could say anything, she walked right back inside. She shut the door, and he was bound by his own rules. He gritted his teeth, wishing that he had the guts to break them, but instead had to leave the house. He made a phone call, asking Ember to meet him at a cafe. The Charizard morph seemed more than willing, and he drove off.

She was already there, seated at a table near the door with a coffee waiting for him. He sat down across from her, sighing as he took the cardboard cup.

"Problems in paradise?" Ember asked, adjusting her blouse.

"You have no idea."

"She's been pretty withdrawn from Jewel, too."

"Not you?"

"Heh, she's been talking with me, a lot. You have a lot to answer for, mister."

"I'd answer anything, if I just knew what had happened. What did I do?"

"Oh, you didn't do anything." Ember sipped her coffee. "That's someone else's fault."

"...Who?"

James realized that his voice had dropped more than a little bit. It was the same sort of anger-voice that he'd had when he was down at the casino, before he got the red chip, back when he was still thinking of getting back at Jessie and forcing some kind of revenge on her. That anger that he'd thought that he'd buried came back with a vengeance. He'd almost forgotten that he could get that angry.

"Calm down, James. You're gonna blow a gasket," the Charizard said. "Besides, she's kept it quiet because she didn't want you to do something stupid."

"Work. Or family. Which?"

"Quick, aren't you?"

"Only ones that would matter. Work to keep us in a good place. Family because I have some and she doesn't," James said, shaking his head. "Which one hurt her?"

"I shouldn't tell you."

"You're already here. I need to protect her, Ember. I can't do that if she's hiding when someone else is hurting her."

"...Heh. You're definitely a better person for her than the last one."

The Charizard shook her head, sipping at her drink again before slowly putting the cup down. James didn't push her. He wanted to, there was no denying that, but he didn't do it. He had spent enough time in the office to know when someone was already fighting themselves, when they were debating between talking and keeping the gossip to themselves. Ember was already at that point, and besides, he knew that she and Crystal were friends. She cared, no matter how much of a laissez-faire attitude she affected now.

The silence stretched on, and inside, he bubbled with rage. The very fact that someone had dared try and come between him and her meant that there was someone that needed to be taught a lesson. This was not the way that one handled themselves. One did not go behind someone's back to their partner, their spouse, and make them feel like this.

"Have you talked with your family lately?" Ember asked.

"It's them, then."

"It's one of them."

"Which one?"

"I asked you a question first, James. You talk to them much lately?"

"...No."

"How long?"

"Since I moved."

"Heh. Guess they came looking for you."

"They - what?"

"Crystal told me. Your mom showed up on the doorstep, looking for her son. She thought that you were still with Jessie, and that the two of you had bought a house."

He slapped a hand across his face. That explained a lot right there. The fact that his mom had come looking for him was something that he should have anticipated. They weren't exactly close, but they were relatively often in contact with one another. She would have come looking when he didn't talk with her for a while, and without knowing what he was up to -

"When Crystal told her what had happened between you...well, things got bad."

"...How bad?"

"The usual stupid speciesism," Ember said, shaking her head. "How she's just a sex toy to you, how she can never be a real partner to you. That kind of thing."

"My mother said that."

"So hard to believe?"

"So easy, actually..."

Ember shrugged.

"She didn't want to tell you. She thought that you were probably going to dump her eventually."

"Why...the hell...would I do that?"

"Because you're human," Ember said with another shrug.

"And what the fuck does that have to do with anything?"

"James. Sit down and calm down for a second," the Charizard said. "Look at you. You're pissed. She's scared. That's not going to work if you want to fix things."

"Oh, I'm not going to talk to her first. I'm going to let -"

"You're going to shut up for a second and listen."

There was just enough tension in the Charizard's voice that he listened to her. He slowly leaned back in his chair, trying to keep from breathing too hard or too deep. The anger that was rushing through him from head to toe was so strong that he wanted to throw his chair over his shoulder and through the window. How dare his mom do this? And how dare Crystal believe her?

But...he had to listen. That was something that he could do. He gestured for Ember to continue.

"You're a human. Do you know how many good humans that Poke-Morphs like me and her end up seeing?"

"..."

"It's about one in a hundred, James. At best. Sometimes, it's a hell of a lot less. And all of them want to fuck us."

"I doubt that."

"Then you think a hell of a lot better of your species than you should. You can treat regular Pokemon okay, for the most part, but that's because they're pets to you. You treat humans...okay, but not great. And they're the same as you. What do you do when you see us, hmm?"

"..."

"We're not pets, but we don't get to be people. Most of us are just meat to you, fuck-meat to enjoy and then move on from. It took you this long to build Crystal up to believe that she wanted to stay with you. When it took months to make her happy, did you think it was going to be easy to keep her there?"

"...I hoped."

"You hoped wrong. She's ice. And that means that she's fragile. All it took was one human reminding her what the rest of you are like, and she started thinking of all the ways that things could go wrong. If she ended up being too cold, too little for you, then all it would take is one pretty woman walking in front of you, and she'd be kicked to the curb."

"Is that why -"

"That's why she's been quiet. And that's why you're going to have to go to her."

"...I made it a rule. She gets her space, and I don't invade it."

"Then you're just going to have to get her before she gets to that space, won't you?"

"..."

Ember picked up her coffee cup, realized it was empty, and tossed it over her shoulder. It clattered into the bin and she shook her head.

"I told you what your options are. What are you going to do?"

"...Whatever it takes to make her happy."

When he got home, Crystal was still in her room, and didn't show any signs of coming out. He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his phone from his pocket. He tapped a few buttons, putting it on speaker as he called his mom. He leaned against the door, turning up the volume. He wanted to make sure that Crystal could hear this.

It only rang twice before his mom picked up.

"Hello?"

"Mom, it's James."

"Oh, James. Long time, no hear. How are you doing, dear? Doing -"

"Cut the crap."

"James?"

"I heard what you said to my wife."

"What, that ice-hussy? Surely you didn't really make the mistake of putting a ring on that thing."

"One, she has a name. Two, I know what you did. Three, you just confirmed it."

"Honey, you're making a mistake. You need to listen to me. This is going to hurt you so much down the line. Just let her go and get a nice human girl. It'll be better for you in the long run."

He realized in that moment that he hadn't entirely believed Ember. For all the anger that he'd felt, for all the rage that had bubbled up in the coffee-shop, he'd hoped that there had been something of a misunderstanding that might be smoothed over. Hearing her say this, though? Hearing her say what she did? It made it all the clearer to him that there was really no way to trust other humans. This was what they did; they betrayed you, and then they made you feel the guilt for it.

"No, mom."

"You ungrateful - you need to get rid of her. She's not going to give you a kid. She's a beast. A fucking beast!"

"No, mom, that's what you are. A beast that can't see anything good. We're done."

"Done? What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're not welcome here. Goodbye."

"Don't you hang up on -"

Click. He ended the call, and then tossed the phone down the hall. It hit the floor and skidded to a halt. If that didn't make it clear what he felt, then he didn't know what would.

Crystal's door opened a crack, and her white eyes looekd through. The ice-type fox looked him in the eye, her face a picture of quivering hope, something that was slowly healing the cracks that had been put there by his mother's visit. She didn't say anything, but she did slowly open the door, giving him the chance to come in.

He took it. They went to the bed, sitting at the foot of it. The whole room was chilled, the corners frosted over with ice. The bed itself felt like it had been put in the freezer, slightly stiff, but not uncomfortable. In summer, this room would probably be the best room in the house. Any room that Crystal was in would be the best room in the house, for that matter.

She reached out and took his hand without a word, giving it a soft squeeze. He returned the gesture.

"I don't want to lose you."

"I...I don't...you shouldn't..."

It was the first time that he had ever seen her come this close to losing control, and he knew that she hated letting him see it. At the same time, he was honored that she allowed him to see her in this state. He ran his hand up her arm, slowly pulling her against him in a gentle hug. He rubbed her back, and she sniffled against his neck.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For not trusting you."

"I understand."

"I just....you're human...She reminded me -"

"She was a monster. And she's not going to come here anymore."

Even if it meant getting a restraining order, he would make sure of that. She would not have the chance to hurt his wife again.

As they held each other, he could feel her tails slowly wrapping around him just like her arms did. It was a hug from all angles, something that let her press ever tighter to his body. It was like being hugged by a melting icicle minus the wetness, and he shivered as she pushed closer. When she tried to pull away, though, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her against his chest properly.

They held that position for a while, her straddling his lap and embracing him, and him supporting her and making sure that she wouldn't slip and fall. However, they could only hold that position for so long.

"Are you sure...are you sure you want me?" she managed to ask, recovering bit by bit.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I'm a Poke-Morph. Not a human."

"And?"

"I can't give you a child."

"Is that so important?"

"It's a huge responsibility of a mate. Perhaps one of the biggest ones."

"Then we best find a way to do it."

"...I don't know if that's possible. Nobody else has ever done it."

"That just means that nobody else has succeeded, not that it's impossible."

"...Well...if anyone could keep up..."

The fact that she had recovered enough to make something of a sex joke, even a bad one, was a good sign. He smiled, slowly rubbing down her back to rub just at the base of her tails. She sighed softly at that, nuzzling into his neck rather than sniffling against it.

"Do you want to try tonight?" he asked.

"Please?"

"I've missed you."

"And I've missed you."

They moved together, her sliding off his lap and onto the bed, while he moved down between her legs. He gently pulled her thong out of the way, kissing along her thigh before finding her sex. She had already started heating up again down there, something that he had worried had died off with all the strangeness that had surrounded the last week or so. She moaned at the touch of his lips, arched her back when he stuck out his tongue against her clit.

"Ah...ah..."

She gripped the sheets as she always did, her furred thighs pressing against the sides of his head and drawing him closer. He took his time, dragging his tongue along her sex, letting it tempt him with its taste. She was warming up more and more, bit by bit, and she was starting to drip down along her sex and taint, slicking up her other hole. That was a temptation, but they were aiming for a child, so he put it out of his mind.

As he kissed her clit, he slowly slid a finger inside of her. She gripped it as tightly as she had ever gripped his cock, working it with her inner walls. She rippled and clenched in ways that no human woman ever could, and he knew that she was a partner that should be envied, not looked down on.

She's mine...and I'm hers...

He worked his tongue along her clit until it was throbbing beneath his lips, and then sucked it into his mouth. The soft suction, combined with a second finger scissoring in her sex, was enough to get the Ninetails bucking, her hips thrusting against his tongue and face, against his hand and digits. She huffed, puffed, and groaned as she had a quick orgasm, not a big one, but a quick one.

"That's...that's enough, James. I want the real thing."

"Right now?"

"Right now."

She spread her legs further as he stood up, offering herself the way that she doubtlessly believed that humans would offer themselves to their partners. James smiled, slowly shaking his head as he undid his pants. As they fell to the floor, showing off his bulge, he gestured for her to roll over.

"I'll have you on all fours. Please. I want you to enjoy this, too."

"You want me...like a beast?"

"I want you like you."

That was enough to give her a smile, and she did as she was asked, getting on all fours and throwing her tails up and off to the side. She exposed both her holes, her soft curves, her lovely body. It was just what he wanted to see.

How could anyone think that someone like this is anything less than perfectly desirable? he wondered, walking up to the foot of the bed and then mounting it. How could anyone see this and not want to take care of them for the rest of their lives?

Maybe there was something wrong with that kind of thought. It was a little condescending, but at the same time, he didn't care. He wanted her. He needed her.

As he rested his shaft between her thighs, she teasingly rolled back to grind on it, reminding him what he was doing. He chuckled, thrusting forward between them, the tip of his cock rubbing against her pussy for a moment before pulling back. She was already wet, still wet, drenched, as a matter of fact. She wouldn't get pregnant this time, but it would be the first of many attempts.

He pushed forward again, another teasing nudge, before pulling back once more. She groaned, lowering her head further, lifting her ass a little bit higher for him. He had a perfect view as he shifted angles, dragging his cock along her pussy, thrusting up against it, smearing her juices along his shaft. She groaned, gripping the pillows all the harder.

"Come on..."

It was the first time that she had asked, that she had pushed. They had changed, somehow, through this. It was good. It was very good.

Adjusting his aim slightly, he made sure that he was properly lined up, and then slowly pushed in. The soft squelch of wet flesh parting for hard flesh was just what he wanted to hear, and the sound was as satisfying as ever. He groaned as he rolled his head back, grinding forward, back, forward, back, each time savoring the feeling of her flesh warming around him. Her sex welcomed him even more gladly than it had welcomed his finger, sucking his cock in deeper, feeling it getting massaged, rubbed, teased at every inch.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

He started with a slow, gentle rhythm, something that was just quick enough for them to both feel it without going overboard or rushing it. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of her slippery little hole, the way that they just felt pulled together, the way that her inner depths were so wet from her need. She clenched, too, always clenching, trying to pull him deeper, trying to keep him from pulling out.

God, she felt good.

In, out, in, out, each thrust something slow, something gradual so that they could enjoy one another properly. In, out, in, out, taking the time to really get into it, to focus on the feeling of their bodies against each other. Soft, cool fur against his crotch, the just off-hot warmth of her body's insides, the way that she dripped just a bit more when he gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her back to meet him: it was all there, all adding to how hard he was and how needy he was becoming for her perfection.

He was in love, at least on some level. The business side of their marriage had become something else, something that was not the same as a relationship that humans would share, but no less a relationship for that. They were together.

He leaned forward, feeling her tails stroking along his sides, his shoulders. She could take control with them, forcing him to go harder, but she seemed content to let him do the work for now. She seemed to like feeling him in charge, feeling him giving her what she needed.

In, out, in, out, the pair of them grunting and huffing, but making very few other sounds. The only other sound that came from their lips was the occasional moan when one or the other found a sweet spot that the other particularly liked. It was a dance, a pleasurable dance that they were both getting very, very into.

Forward, back, forward, back, and he soon leaned over her further, his hands going from her hips to her breasts as he wrapped himself around her from above. She groaned at that, shifting her weight, moving to give him a better grip, and he squeezed, hard.

"Mmmph..."

"You're so beautiful," he whispered.

"You're just saying that..."

"It's the truth."

He ground into her to really emphasize it. She moaned for him, and he moaned for her.

"I'm going to take you now...how hard do you want it?"

"Really, really hard."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

That was all he needed to hear. He leaned back, pulling her with him. They were both kneeling on the bed as he started hammering into her from behind, holding her up by her breasts and squeezing them. She moaned for him, her pussy dripping around his cock to the sheets, and he grunted as he picked up the pace, ramming into her as fast as his hips would allow. In, out, in, out, each thrust making her shake. He could feel her ass tensing from each thrust, quaking under him, and he almost wished they were still in doggy-style so he could see it.

No, like this. Rough, hard, taking her good and firm. She moaned, pressing back against him, her tails wrapping around him since her arms couldn't. She was begging without words for him to seed her, to fill her to the brim. He grunted, picking up the pace, feeling her pussy sucking against his cock every time that he pulled out. She was so wet and sloppy down there now that thrusting away was easy. She wasn't tight, but she was good. So good, so wet, so warm now, despite her icy exterior.

James lost himself in the sex of it, enjoying the feeling of just rutting away. It wasn't the way that he had ever felt with Jessie, never with anyone else, either. Even masturbation had always felt like a way of getting the pleasure that he wanted rather than anything else, but with Crystal, it felt like something different. Something better. Something more like a real sort of partering, coupling...

Rutting.

Breeding.

As she clenched down on him again, her back arching agianst his chest, he couldn't hold back any longer. The slippery wetness of her pussy dragged his seed from him, and he moaned as he buried himself in her one last time, feeling her inner walls clenching down on the head of his cock in particular. The way that it rippled around him, the way she ground on him, made it clearer than ever that she wanted this. That she wanted him.

Finally, they back back to the bed. She was under him, at first, but slowly, they rolled onto their sides, spooning with her being the little one. She gently rested her hands over his on her breasts, smiling.

"I can't believe how eager you were," she teased.

"I am. I want you to know what you mean to me."

"I think I'm learning."

"Are you going to remember it this time?"

"Maybe. You'll have to teach me a few more times."

"You little..."

"I'll make it worth it." She looked over her shoulder at him. "I always have."

A year passed, and despite the best efforts of his family, James never went back to them. They more or less moved on, though his mother never stopped harping on about how he was a disgrace to the family, and that he was wasting his time with a Poke-Morph when he needed to be with a real woman. James was kept vaguely aware of what she was feeling through the various levels of social media that work made it impossible to escape, but he didn't interact with her during the year. Not once, not at all.

However, one thing happened at the end of the year that he broke silence to share with her. It wasn't even over a conversation, just a simple text that was sent through a social media site that they shared, followed by logging off immediately afterward to keep from hearing whatever her god-awful response would be.

It was nothing fancy, nothing that was big and grand. There was no statement of equality, no sudden revenge, no begging for forgiveness. No, it was just a text with a picture. A picture of him, Crystal, and a little baby Vulpix between them. It had the same white fur as the Ninetails that held her…

And the same blue eyes that James had.

Checkmate, mother.

The End

Summary: James’s relationship with Crystal grows further, only for a sabotage to come from a place he hadn’t expected.

Tags: M/F, Impregnation, Vaginal, Creampie, Cum, Orgasm, Doggy-Style, Series, Romance,