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[b][u][center]Something To Hold Onto

Part 2

for Catsithx

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It turned out cooking was just one of the talents that Crystal had. She might have taken up a job as a stripper to pay off a debt, but that didn't mean that she hadn't been good at other things before that. Cooking, cleaning, all the duties of a maid and housewife rolled into one, and more than willing to do them all for a place to stay: it was the beginning of a story of abuse, and James was determined to avoid falling into that particular storyline.

The first thing that he did was make sure that she had her own place in his new house. The guest bedroom was hers. There was no ifs, ands, or buts there: it belonged to her, and she would keep it for the duration of her stay with him. He was not allowed in there without permission, and she was allowed to close it off from the rest of the house at any time for any reason. There was no point in her going from one sort of slavery to another.

The second thing was giving her an actual salary, which served the dual purpose of keeping him working - something that James had been putting off with the nest egg from the casino, and which he needed to get back to if he wanted to stay busy. The fact that he wanted her to be paid for her work rather than working off some kind of debt meant that he needed an income coming in that he could pass on to her, and that was more than fair enough for him. She was good enough at the kitchen and cleaning that he wanted her to be aware of her value, particularly if she was ever going to move out and do something for herself.

That...was where things got complicated.

After the first week of attempting this, he came home with a check in hand. Crystal opened the door, all but naked as ever. The stockings that she knew he liked back at the strip club were the only things that she wore these days, and it was quite clear that she would have gotten rid of those, as well, if she didn't think that he enjoyed looking. James couldn't help the up and down motion that his eyes made as she opened the door in the buff, but he tried to keep it to a minimum as he stepped inside.

"I brought you something," he muttered, looking at the floor.

"You bring everything home. What's this one?" she asked.

"I don't bring work home."

"Liar."

"...okay, sometimes."

"Better."

"Don't you want to know what I brought?"

"I know you're going to tell me." She smiled slightly. "Let's go to the living room for that."

He had been surprised at this side of her. She wasn't precisely cruel, but she had a cold bluntness to her that defied the sort of beauty that she had. There was something about coming to the point of things and refusing to listen to anything that was even close to a fib. An outright lie was met with the coldest stares that he had ever seen, and he still shivered thinking about how hard she could hit him with one of those. The one time that he'd lied about being home early to keep her from being upset, she had all but frozen him out of the house with that stare. He wasn't going to risk getting that again, so his 'lies' tended to be more mistakes these days rather than anything else.

They went to the living room, which was really just a big room that was attached to both the front door and the kitchen at the same time. Off-white carpet led to white walls, which in turn led up to a crystal chandelier that cast all kinds of reflections around the room during the daylight hours. Now that the sun was down, it was more of a twinkling rainbow of color, reflecting the yellow lights of the neighboring kitchen and the red lights of the fire burning away in the embedded fireplace.

They sat on different couches, reaching around the connecting bend to touch each other. Well, he reached out. She sat politely and properly with her hands resting on her thighs. He took her hand, squeezing it.

"You know that I value everything you do here."

"Of course."

"You're very good at it."

"I would not be doing this if I wasn't."

"I want you to have this."

James pushed the check that he'd filled out into her hand. Crystal looked down, the Alolan Ninetails glancing at it. Her head cocked to the side as she read it - reading, another talent that not all of the two-legged Pokemon actually had, and one which she'd hidden from Tarren while she was at the [i]Swaying Tails[/i] - but rather than smile, or gasp, she frowned.

"What is this?" she asked.

"...It's a paycheck."

"Yes. Why?"

"Because you're working for me."

"..."

"I don't want this to be what you were doing for Tarren. I didn't buy your debt just so that I could control you. I want -"

RIIIIP!

He stared as she ripped the check in two, then four, then eight. She tossed the pieces over her shoulders with a shake of her head.

"I don't want it."

"But - you need that."

"Where am I going to put it?"

"..."

"No bank allows someone like me to keep an account. Pokemon...don't...have...money."

"But you're not one of the -"

"I'm enough of one. Find me a bank that lets me keep money. Find one. And then you'll surprise me."

She got up, muttering something about needing to get dinner out of the oven, and James just watched her go, shaking his head in utter shock. Of all the things that he had expected when he gave her the check, the fact that she might be pissed off by the offer had never crossed his mind. He thought that he might have had to fight against the feeling of being further indebted, or something like that. He had even fantasized about her trying to pay him back with something more intimate, something sexual, and having to fight off that temptation.

He had never, not in a million years, imagined that she'd have this sort of problem with it.

However, the more that he thought about it, the more that he realized that she had a point. The Poke-Morphs, or those that some assholes called the Beast-People, were not entirely on the same level as humans in society. There were rules that said that those who were licensed were allowed to take up better roles in society. He had seen some, like Ember, driving cars, getting jobs, shopping in the stores, but then he had seen homeless ones wandering the streets, making offers, begging, and doing far more just to stay alive.

James realized that he didn't even know if Crystal had one of those licenses. That might have been something that got revoked during her days of debt, something that was an incredibly stupid bit of legislature since it meant that she would have had an even harder time paying that debt back, but something that the city could still do. He gritted his teeth, rubbing his forehead.

[i]Okay, that means that there are other things that we'll need to get done...and you need to apologize to her. Right now.[/i]

Getting to his feet, he walked into the kitchen. Crystal was bent over, her bare rump shoved backwards, almost pushed out to the point of being on offer, and he deliberately looked up and away, even as a certain piece of anatomy rather loved the view.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be. You didn't think."

"That's supposed to be the thing I do."

"Do it now, then. What do you think I need?"

"A license for an account."

"I used to have one. It got taken away."

"We can get it back."

"I don't think that's a good idea," she said, pulling the lasagna out of the oven and laying it on the counter. She shook her head. "I lost all my money last time. I'll just lose it again."

"It was an accident last time."

"It could be another accident this time. Better that someone else hold onto it."

"I'm not going to let this be the same as the strip club."

"I know." She looked over her shoulder at him, that same small smile coming back. "I can trust you. That's the difference here."

"..."

"Sit down. I'll get the food ready."

It wasn't going to be that easy, or that simple, but he couldn't help but do what she said there. He wanted to make it clear that she needed to work with him on this, but short of pulling human privilege and ordering her around like a Pokemon - and he was [i]never[/i] going to do that - he didn't know how that was possible. Shaking his head, he went to the dining table on the border between the living room and the kitchen, sitting down and rubbing his forehead.

[i]How are we going to do this?[/i]

#

Another week passed, and he was getting more and more antsy. The application for her license was going through city hall, which was a good thing, but there were other developments that made him a little more concerned.

Crystal had settled in quite well, but there was something of an issue to a nudist Poke-Morph that wandered through the house and the back yard without a care in the world for anyone seeing her in the nude. There were some neighbors that were offended, but he was more worried about those that weren't offended and would see it as an offer. He'd seen the leering nature of some of his neighbors, had seen the way that one of the bachelors just across the street had been leering through the windows one night, only to run off as soon as he realized that he was looking in James's bedroom.

That wouldn't last. Sooner or later, someone was going to get the balls to try something, and he wasn't able to be there all hours of the day. He'd gone so far as to add a camera to the front door, looking down on those that were coming in and out during the day, but that was only good for partial security, not full. And while he could access the camera from the office, that didn't mean that he could just teleport to the house if something happened.

He was in the middle of filing paperwork for the boss - middle-level admin for his department, something comfortable, easy, simple - when he got a soft beep from his phone. Someone had just come to the house.

[i]Mid-afternoon, probably the mailman...[/i]

But something told him to look. He pulled out his phone, opened the app -

Crystal had opened the door, once more in the nude save for the sheer stockings that she wore for him. The mailman was there, alright, putting down a package, and then offering her another. The blue-furred Ninetails reached out for it, the mailman refused to let go, something that obviously irritated her. There was a silent exchange, the mailman eyeing Crystal up and down a few times in a way that made him very uncomfortable, and then -

The mailman let go. Crystal stumbled back, using an arm and two tails to stop herself from falling, and the mailman pushed forward. He went so far as to grab her breasts before James shut off the phone and started running for the door.

"Where are you going?!" one of his coworkers shouted after him. "It's not quitting time yet."

"Home. Emergency."

"What -"

"Back tomorrow!"

He was out the door and in the elevator before he knew what he was doing, and he jammed the buttons for the ground floor as hard as he could. James didn't know how to describe what he felt at that moment, but he felt the word 'murderous' came close to doing it justice. Someone else had started fucking with Crystal, and his protectiveness had gone through the roof for this.

That...and the fact that she was part of his life. Someone else was fucking with his life. Nobody else was allowed do that right now.

Not now. Not ever again.

He was running the second the elevator hit the ground floor, rushing down to the parking garage, leaping over barriers, and then ramming himself into the driver's seat of his car. The engine revved at a touch, and he was off.

#

As he pulled up to his house, he saw two things. First, the front door was open. Second, there was a frozen statue standing in the middle of his front lawn.

James slowed as he got out of the car, recognizing the mailman from the security stream. The molester had managed to get his pants unzipped and his dick out before the ice had hit, apparently, but that was as far as he'd gotten. His face was frozen in shock, too, obviously not expecting whatever it was that had happened to him. He looked like he'd been reaching for someone, too, his hands the only things that weren't encased in ice.

"...Well, you fucking deserved that."

He walked around the statue, stepping inside. Half-expecting to find Crystal slumped against the wall or hurt, he was more surprised to find her in the kitchen, overseeing the slow bubbling of a pot.

"What happened?" he asked. "I don't remember ordering an ice sculpture. Particularly one that bad."

"He'll thaw by morning," she said. "I don't like anyone touching me."

"Obviously. You did that?"

She nodded.

"How?"

"I'm a Poke-Morph. I can defend myself."

"...Ice Beam?"

"Something like that."

"...Remind me not to get on your bad side," he muttered, looking over his shoulder at the statue. "Should I call the police?"

"It's handled."

"You sure?"

"It's handled."

The way she said it the second time made it clear that there was no argument to be had there, and he was willing enough to go with it. There was probably something else that he hadn't considered, much like the bank account thing. If she had a reason to not want to call the cops, then he wasn't going to call the cops.

He did, however, go to the front door and shut it. There was no reason to put the temptation that the mailman felt on display. She had the right to show off as she liked, but the fact was, he didn't want them to feel like they deserved a free show.

"Crystal?"

"Yes?"

"Are you...happy?"

"Enough."

"Is there anything that would make it better?" he asked, turning to lean against the front door. "I'm not trying to push things, but -"

"You're worried about me being miserable."

"I thought you'd be happier once you left the club. You haven't smiled much since you did. Nor smiled as wide."

"Do you remember where you were seeing me smile?"

"...On stage."

"Yes. Most of those smiles were part of an act."

"Most?"

"There were people that made me smile." She turned her head with one such. "Count yourself lucky that you were one of them."

"The money?"

"The respect."

He nodded. Since she was lading out the soup for the night, he went to the table and sat down. She brought the food and some crusty bread, laying the steaming bowl on his side before she started blowing some cool air over her own soup, half-freezing it. He'd noticed that she tended to prefer the cold stuff.

Still, she didn't have much of a smile as she ate it. Despite wanting her to be able to feel free and want to look for her own place, and not wanting her to feel indebted to him, he was starting to wonder if he had made a mistake. The Ninetails might have been acting at the strip club, but he was used to seeing someone smile when they were enjoying things, when they were happy. Was she just okay here? Or was there something that he wasn't doing?

[i]It's her life. If she wants something better, she needs to tell me,[/i] he told himself, shaking his head and taking up his spoon. The soup was getting cold, and while she might like that, he didn't want to brace himself on cold stuff. He commenced eating, enjoying the savory lamb that was spread through the soup.

#

The next few days were strange, to put it mildly. There were several moments when he was at home, both before and after work, when Crystal started looking at him a little strange. It had gone from being a simple nod of acknowledgement of his existence to a more lingering look. On a human woman, he might have seen that a few times before. Mostly in a bar, when someone had had a few drinks and were trying to find someone to shack up with for the night, admittedly, but he had seen that look a few times in his direction. Jessie had given him that look before she'd turned into a royal bitch.

But Crystal was something different. She would give him that look, and then look away. Her tails would shift around a bit, spreading out, showing off her body a little more than usual, but then they'd go back to normal. With the way that she walked around nude all the time, that meant that he had a perfect view of her, sometimes too perfect for his liking, but he would never quite undestand why she was showing off that much.

It happened in the morning, then again just before he went to work. It would happen again just after dinner, and then just before bed as she passed by his room on the way to hers. It was never quite so blatant as it might have been from a human, but it was just enough of a show that he started to wonder if there was something going on with her.

It was the fourth day of that, when he was coming home from work with good news, that things started escalating again.

Expecting the usual break of dinner before he got around to giving her the good news, he opened the door to find Crystal standing there with her arms crossed under her breasts and her eyes narrowed. For the first time since he had offered to pay her, she looked upset with him, and he was caught completely off-guard with the way that she glared at him.

"Uh...did I do something?"

"You've ignored me."

"Were you calling me? I don't think I missed anything."

"No. You've been ignoring me the last few days."

"...What do you mean?"

"The tail-flares? The offers?"

"..."

"You really are just a human..." She sighed. "Come."

She nodded down the hall to the bedrooms. When he didn't immediately follow, she grabbed his neck wth one of her tails, all but dragging him along for the first few steps. He gagged at the sudden pull, forcing himself to speed up to keep from being dragged off his feet. She was quick, too, making sure that he had to work to keep up.

Rather than taking him to his room, she took him to hers. He hadn't entered it in the last few weeks, so he didn't know what he'd find. She opened the door -

And the smell of heat came bursting out. The sheets were, whilte not ruined, definitely damp, and there were wet spots up and down the length of her bed. She looked back at him, her eyes narrowed in obvious irritation, her ears pulled back over her head.

"I've been showing, asking you to help. Do you understand me?"

"I didn't - I'm not one of you, remember? Humans don't ask that way."

"That doesn't matter. You've asked me in as your mate. That means that you [i]will[/i] take responsibility."

"What - wait, mate?"

"You asked me to clean, cook, and maintain. That is the responsibility of a mate."

"I - oh, dear."

Before he could correct her, James found the full extent of a Ninetails strength vastly outweighed that of a normal person. She picked him up and threw him into bed. He bounced once, and then she was over him, moving faster than he realized that she could. A Poke-Morph might not have all the strength and power of their feral relatives, but they were much stronger, faster, and more powerful than a human could ever be. She grabbed him by the throat, straddling him, and her wetness touched him through his pants.

"You have been an accommodating mate. You have given me everything that I need so far. But in this area, you've been...lacking. I need to know if you are a worthwhile mate this way."

"You need me to..."

"You need to rut me."

"...Are you in heat?"

"Obviously."

"This isn't a good idea. What if you regret this later?"

"I'm regretting not doing this before. Are you afraid of not being enough?"

James's eyes went wide at the question. That was not -

[i]You were never enough. You could never be enough. He is.[/i]

Jessie's parting words, the last things that she said to him on the phone and in person, echoed in his ears. His breath caught in his throat, but Crystal seemed to understand. She nodded.

"Your last female. It didn't work?"

"...She stabbed me in the back."

"The wound isn't healed?"

"Guess not," he muttered.

"Then let a proper female do it."

As if the choice of whether or not to actually have sex was taken out of his hands - and he realized that it had been - Crystal leaned down. Her claws stroked across his chest, only for her breasts to press against him as soon as she was flat over him. Her tails stroked along his legs, even as she dragged her nose, her muzzle along his neck. Her breath was soft, cooling, rather than heating him up. Her hands grabbed his, dragging them up to her hips, holding them there, making sure that he got a good grip and feel of what he had been staring at for the past couple of weeks.

Knowing that he was supposed to give her a good ride, knowing that she wanted this and that he didn't really have a choice in the matter, actually made it easier. He had been holding back in a number of ways. He wanted to be better, wanted to keep anything like this from happening, but now that there was no stopping it, he felt...released. Allowed. Permitted.

He gripped her ass cheeks, pulling on them slowly. They were soft, small, slighter than the average human pair. She didn't have the same heft to them that Ember had, or that Jewel had shown off. Her curves were not the exaggerated kind that some of the models showed. No, hers were the cold, classic curves, the sort that were soft and small, slight and beautiful, something that aroused in the detail and fineness rather than just the sheer amount of them.

The more that he touched her, the more aware he was of how she felt against him. Her body was cool in all places but one, and even there, between her legs, she was still cooler than he expected, warmer but not hot. He shivered as she pressed down against him, as her cold breath worked along his neck and up to his ears almost like a tongue in and of itself. Her touch was slow, pulling at his clothes until he was bare from the waist up without even realizing it. Her fur was ice and warmth at the same time, stroking his flesh, teasing him, feeling like he was in the grip of a spirit of winter.

She didn't say anything when she reached for his zipper, didn't bother asking his permission. As far as she was concerned, he realized, he was her mate and she could do as she wished with him. Just as he could do as he wished with her. She leaned back enough to get the buttons of his pants, pulling them open, and dragged down his zipper. In the process, he could see her, soft pink through the fur with clear streams that ran free, freezing in places and stirring cold and heat at the same time.

She freed him of his pants, his cock standing out, harder than he expected. She smiled again, that same soft, cool smile that he had gotten used to. Her hands wrapped around his shaft at the base, feeling him, warm pads, soft fur, cool fur.

"At least you are of a size that will make me happy."

"It...makes you happy?"

"I do enjoy this. When I want it."

"And..."

"I want it now. Can you last?"

"I think so."

"Your other female, she mocked you?"

"..."

"Then let me see what I can praise."

She slid forward, wetting him, slicking him with her sex. It was a strange pleasure of cold and hot at the same time, and he didn't know what to say. At times, he almost forgot how to speak. She dragged herself all the way to the tip, pressing her hands down on his shoulders for leverage. Her tails rubbed his thighs, holding him, and then -

Crystal thrust back, and he was balls-deep inside of her. She grasped at him, her claws sinking against his skin, her mouth falling open. Her gasp of shock was the first break in her icy facade, and it was followed with a quick huff and puff and even a moan that he barely heard, because he was so busy focusing on the feeling of her sex around him. Wet, just short of warm, but with that clenching, grasping, milking feeling that he had almost forgotten. There was heat, there, a genuine heated need, and it was just for him.

She rolled her hips up, grinding his shaft against her inner walls, then pushed down again, clenching all around him at once. She rode him, slowly at first, then faster as he remembered that he was part of this, too. He grabbed her hips tighter again, pulliing her down, yanking her down onto his cock. Crystal gasped the first time, but smiled, nodding at him in approval.

[i]She wants a mate...she wants to be impressed...fine...[/i]

The next time she slid up, he took a much more active approach. She pushed up, he grabbed her, and he both pulled and thrust up, lifting his hips off the bed to slam into her harder. As the Ninetails gasped over him, her eyes going wider than ever, he started humping harder, faster, deeper, each thrust ramming in from below. It was a drain, tiring, hard to maintain, but he was determined to show her what she had gotten in him.

[i]I'm worth it. I'm better than that.[/i]

In, out, in, out, each thrust slamming himself in that much deeper. Her inner walls opened for him, clenching when he pulled out, forced open again when he slammed back in. She arched her back, leaning forward on him to keep from falling over, but savoring every thrust that he made. He could feel her juices running down along his shaft, dripping off his sac onto her bed.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she whispered.

He had no plans of stopping, not until he knew she was done and satisfied. Looking at her from below, he allowed himself those long, lingering glances that he had stopped himself from doing ever since she had been released from the strip club. He let himself stare at her bouncing breasts as he slammed into her from below, watched as they lifted, lowered, slapped against her chest. He watched as her pussy spread wide around his cock the way that it had done that one night with the big toys on stage. He groaned as he watched her body slam down against his, as if craving him in a way that could not be denied.

In, out, in, out, the sight of his human shaft disappearing into her furred sex adding to what he was doing. Taboo: fucking someone that wasn't human. There were those that did, but even the Poke-Morphs were considered less than human, almost to the point of rutting a feral Pokemon. If anyone found out -

[i]Screw them...screw them...[/i]

He had had enough of other people controlling his life. He had had enough of people judging him without saying anything back. They were going to judge anyway. He was going to make his life worth judging, because he - and Crystal - deserved to be fucking happy.

She suddenly arched her back again, gasping with her mouth hanging open. He stared for a moment, even as his body kept moving on auto-pilot. She was...cumming? He could feel the tightness below, saw the extra liquid, felt the tremors of her legs against his thighs as she went over the edge, but that was almost impossible to believe. Jessie had never done that, never gone over the edge that quickly or that violently.

The Alolan Ninetails panted as she shook her head, dismounting him. For a moment, he thought that she might be about to kick him out, but instead, she laid beside him, spreading her legs and rubbing her clit. Her stockinged legs were spread wide, and she smiled, stroking her tails along her accessories.

"That was my turn...now it's yours. Take me."

This time, James didn't question her. He rolled on top and slammed in without a question, feeling his orgasm bubbling up. He wasn't going to last long, but he planned on making it last for as long as he could.

#

For 'not lasting long', James felt that he had done pretty well. They'd started this at just past five in the evening. They stopped just short of eight. Three hours of rutting, three orgasms for him, and he wasn't sure how many for Crystal. As many, perhaps more. She panted as she rolled to the edge of the bed, sitting up while he was just trying to focus on breathing.

"You were more than satisfactory," she said, smiling over her shoulder. "Your previous female...was very, very wrong."

"Mmmph..."

"I'll finish with dinner."

"Crystal?"

"Yes?" she asked as she got to her feet.

"I have to ask. Is this going to be something..."

"We will do this more often. And not just when I am in heat."

"Mmm."

"Although...I have a request."

He grunted, as much of a 'go ahead' as he could make himself say at that moment.

"Would you allow me to use your computer while you are at work? I would like to see what else I can attempt for a human lover. My instincts are good, but I doubt that they compare to all the inventiveness that the professional industry has put together over the years."

"Oh god..."

"You will be saying that, I'm sure. So, may I?"

"Buy one...tomorrow."

"...One for me?"

"You might as well have one."

He groaned, lowering his head to the bed as she smiled and walked off to the kitchen. God. Of all the things to happen with this little project. Mated. He had never even considered something like this. Now, he had the responsibility of taking care of her and himself, and possibly into perpetuity.

[i]You wanted to make a life that was happy enough to be worth the judgment. Looks like you got it.[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: James continues his work with Crystal, only to find that living with a Poke-Morph is a little more complicated than he initially assumed.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Heat, Nudist, Stockings, Human, Poke-Morph, Pokemon, Vaginal, Riding, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Wet, Gentle, Self-Defense, Series,