Don't Question Your Worth
#3 of Requested FanFics
After being dumped and humiliated in a party by his previous girlfriend, it takes up to the Meowstic of Jack, Mary, to cheer him up. With a nagging voice in his head haunting him, he will realize he should have never looked for something he already had. (M) Human X Meowstic (F) Lemon Warning! Don't like, don't read! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!
Don't Question Your Worth
Romeo: Alright guys and girls, hello and welcome to my second One-shot. I chose this one out of a list of requests that a fan, dreadscot1337, sent me, which I'll complete starting by this one. Hi if you are reading this! *waves at you, then looks around* Where the Distortion World is Danny? *door bursts open and Danny enters, slamming the door shut in front of an Ursaring's roaring face*
Danny: What the fuck was that?!
Romeo: Hey! Why did you hurt Kodak?!
Danny: Kodak? You mean that Ursaring?
Romeo: Duh, what else? He's my new pet and housekeeper!
Danny: Then why did he attack me?!
Romeo: Oh yeah, I forgot about showing him the pictures of the allowed.
Danny: Anyway, just get on with this.
Romeo: Alright! And now dear reader enjoy!
Mary's POV
I was sitting quietly, my usually stoic face sporting an almost invisible smile as I looked out at the vast ocean, now tinged orange as the sun is setting. Oh, how rude of me! Sorry, let me introduce myself: my name is Mary, and I'm a Meowstic. Yeah, you heard right: a Meowstic. What makes me different from others of my species is that, through some weird genetic disorder, I'm anthropomorphic. In other words, I have a body that resembles humans more than what my species normally do. I am 4'6" and have B-cup breast with a slim waist and good hips, but this genetic disorder makes my fur shorter than other Meowstic, so I'm forced to wear human clothing, underwear and all that. Right now I'm wearing my favorite white sleeveless shirt and a black skirt.
My fur is too short to cover up anything, so I'm used to human clothing, not that it's too bad after all. Right now I'm sitting in one of the benches of our backyard in Cyllage City, my master residing here since he was fifteen years old. My master is a good guy named Jack, whose passion is the art, being native from Vaniville Town, and he specializes in pencil drawings. He doesn't have a liking for colors when drawing; he prefers it black, white and grey. About him, he has black untamed hair and emerald eyes; he's around 5'8" and has a lean build, not any muscles to show off but a body to not be ashamed of. Talking about him, he's on a party right now, and he told me he wouldn't come back until late tonight.
I don't mind him going to parties but... what's gets on my nerves is that he's going with his girlfriend. Oh, how much I hate that girl, her psychic waves are poisonous and even her voice drips with disdain when master is not around. The bitch is using him, and I've tried to tell him but he wouldn't hear me out. My musings were cut short as I heard the motor of master's bike approaching. That's weird, since it's no later than six in the afternoon, so I entered the house and looked out of the window. Master was entering the driveway with his head hung low, making his black, untamed, shoulder-length hair cover his eyes.
"Good afternoon, Jack." called our neighbor, Ms. Lira, who has a friendly relationship with master. He didn't answer; he just stopped in front of the house and got off his bike. Now I know something's wrong: he never ignores our neighbor. He entered the house, but before I could approach him he slammed the door shut and stomped to his art room. My worry increased even more, as master never slams the doors. I followed him and watched from the door as he traced the sheets in the walls, full of drawings, with his finger and a lifeless expression. Suddenly, he ripped the sheet off the wall and threw it to the ground, repeating the same with all his drawings and even taking his drawing table and throwing it to the wall, the wood creaking at the impact and falling to the floor. He even opened all his drawers and threw the contents around, going as far as to overthrow his stationery cabinet to the floor.
I watched, scared out of my mind as master tore off every single drawing he has made until he took a drawing that made me gasp: the drawing he made for me on my last birthday. He didn't rip it apart, instead, he looked at it before letting it fall to the ground. Dropping into his chair, he buried his head in his hands as a drop of liquid fell from his face. I entered the room slowly, looking at all the destruction around before looking at my master, worry etched in my eyes as my face remained stoic. I put a hand on his shoulder and he flinched, looking up at me. His tear streamed face and his eyes are so full of pain, sadness, hatred and disappointment, it made me gasp before taking him in a gentle embrace.
"Master," I said, as he taught me to talk long ago, "What happened?"
"I... I don't wa-ant to sa-say it." He said while sobbing in my neck. "Ju-Just... check it b-by your-self." I nodded and extended my ears, focusing my psychic powers to enter his brain and look at the reason of his current demeanor. I found the source of the emotions as a memory, a fresh one, so I tapped into the memory and it opened like a video. I appeared in the center of a dance floor, people partying as the music blasted. Someone was about to rush on me but he just phased through, as I don't exist in this memory. I looked around for master and I found him near the drinks table, taking a sip from his punch as he talked with a friend from college.
"This party is the best!" Master said as he clashed his glass against his friend's, the later nodding with a goofy smile before looking around, for his smile to drop to a mortified expression instantly.
"Jack, you are not going to like what I'm seeing..." he mumbled. Master shot him a questioning gaze and he answered by pointing at something, making master and me turn to look at it. Master's eyes widened as he saw his girlfriend kissing another guy. He broke the glass with the pressure he was holding it with, and departed from the table, walking to the pair. As I was in his memory, I could perceive his emotions: betrayal, confusion, but overall hope that this is not what he thinks it is. That last one was smashed to dust when his girlfriend wrapped her arms around the neck of the guy, deepening the kiss, point at which master's rage seeped in and he took the guy by the shoulder, pulling him away from his girlfriend as he glared at her.
"What is this supposed to mean?!" He asked his girlfriend, the bitch looking at him as if he was less than the floor she's standing on.
"What do you think this means? I'm kissing my boyfriend." She replied nonchalantly with that annoying voice of hers.
"But I'm your boyfriend!" he told her. By this point, a crowd was already surrounding them.
"Oh, come on, don't be stupid. Do you really think I would willingly date an artist?" She asked. "It doesn't matter if you are first on your class in the Academy Art of Lumiose, Edward here..." She motioned to the guy that was now standing next to her, his arm around her waist "...is in the cinematic production class, a career that is ten times better than your drawings. Besides, when he gets to the big screen I'll star his movies. Can you do better than that?"
"Roxanne, I thought that we..." Master tried to say something.
"What? That we had something special?" she told him mockingly. "Wake up, artist. At one point you'll end up in the streets, alone and without money, while I'll shine in the cinemas. Oh, and just so you know that you are not worth even a glance, so get out of my sight before I get sick by looking at you." Master's eyes widened at her words before he looked down, his hair covering his eyes, and turned, walking away defeated. "By the way, I'm sure your dear Mary thinks the same!" The whore added in a shout as he left with dejection. Master got on his bike before starting it, immediately making his way through Lumiose City and towards the exit to route 13, going at full speed. His thoughts started to echo in the memory.
"Mary warned me about this. I was used. I don't know what to think anymore. Will I really end like she said?" But the worst thought that I heard was the last one he had before entering in the driveway to our house "Does Mary really thinks the same, as Roxanne said?" At that point, I pulled out of his mind and looked at him, now sleeping with his face dirtied by his tears. My own tears started to spill as I couldn't believe he would doubt me. I used my powers to levitate us both toward his bedroom, lying us down and draping the sheet over us. Master, you are a real idiot. I can't think that about you, after all...
I love you...
Jack's POV
I woke up in the wee hours of next morning, feeling like shit and really reluctant to get out of bed. I curled up to the furry object in my arms, feeling its warmth and comfort as a way to relieve my mind from the psychological pain I'm through. Wait, I don't have any furred pillow or stuffed animals. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and looked down at the object, finding Mary in my arms. She had her eyes closed, her face remaining stoic even in her sleep, but she couldn't hide anything from me. Her body language was telling me she was having a happy dream, her left tail twitching ever so slightly every two seconds. I smiled at this, even though the expression felt foreign to me, and got up from bed. Walking to my bathroom and looking at the mirror, I felt the warmth of the rising sun radiating on my puffy red eyes and dark circles under them as the rays were reflected by the mirror.
"They say that you look as you feel." I mumbled to myself before soaking my hands in water and splashing it in my face. I looked out at the bedroom, where Mary was still sleeping and I sighed to myself. "She's truly amazing, what would I be without her?" I shook my head before a foreign voice sounded in my head.
"Why, she does is special, so special that you don't even deserve her." The voice resonated.
"Shut up, you don't know what you're saying." I replied.
"Oh, but I do. After all, everything is here in your mind..." the voice faded and I looked again at Mary, now feeling like I had nothing to offer her. I shook my head, trying to break my mind out of those thoughts and walked into the kitchen, setting to prepare some eggs with sausage as breakfast. Five minutes later the smell was clear, and as I set the two plates on the table I heard the almost inaudible steps coming this way and took a glance at the doorframe, Mary entering seconds later.
"Good morning, Mary." I told her. She looked at me with her stoic face, but her right tail twitched before she spoke: concern.
"Good morning, master." she said, sitting down across the table. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, I do." I replied, despite knowing she wouldn't swallow that. Her right tail twitched again before she looked down at her plate and began eating, a sad silence shrouding our breakfast. As we finished, the plates flew over to the sink and got washed by themselves, Mary standing up and looking out of the window.
"It's a beautiful day outside, do you want to go out?" Mary asked, turning to me. "We could go to Lumiose City to have some fun."
"Well, I don't know... I don't really want to get out." I confessed, looking away, the last part barely above a whisper. Soft footsteps sounded before I felt a pair of soft, furred arms wrapping around me, Mary's head resting on my shoulder as she whispered into my ear.
"Please master, you need it more than I do, so please, let's go out." She said, and her middle left finger, that was touching my chest, clench slightly: begging. I sighed before lifting myself up from the chair.
"Put on something else, we're going out in half an hour." I told her, turning my face to look at her and smiling before walking to my room. Opening my dresser, I took out a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt, undressed myself and stepped into the bathroom. Letting the hot water run, I started to wash myself as I thought about Mary. "She's trying to cheer me up." I said to myself.
"Yeah, even though she was the one to warn you about Roxanne." The voice in my head quipped in again.
"Shut up, I don't need you to help me remember my mistake." I told it.
"But I won't shut up, Mary warned you time and time again, and you just ignored her or told her that she was imagining things. She's done a lot for you, and you didn't even consider her warnings. Mary is someone who would never fib you, not even for her own gain. You don't deserve her and you know it, Jack. She should have someone better than you."
"SHUT UP!" I roared as I punched the wall in front of me, pain shooting from my knuckles at the contact, but I couldn't care less. "Why are you telling me all this, whoever you are?"
"Because Jack, I'm telling you what you fear the most: the truth..." the voice disappeared again as I closed the tap and stepped out of the shower, taking my towel and wrapping it around my waist.
"Master!" the bathroom's door flew open as Mary entered, ears stretched and looking around. "I heard you shouting, what happened master?"
"Sorry, I was daydreaming and got lost in it." I answered and her right tail twitched, but this time the tail puffed slightly: concern and sadness. She nodded before going out, closing the door of my room as she stepped out. I sighed, hating myself for lying to Mary.
"Another reason why she deserves better: a liar for a master." The voice added.
"I said shut up!" I whispered out to nothing. I got dressed and stepped out of my room, looking at Mary who now was wearing a blue blouse, a pink skirt, white sandals and her dark blue sun hat. I walked to the door and took my grey beret and grey overcoat, putting them on and taking my stationery bag, even though I don't know why, before opening the door and letting Mary out, locking the door soon after. I walked to my bike and got on it, helping Mary on before starting it up. As I was about to speed off, Lira walked up to us.
"Jack!" she called and I turned to see her, worry etched in her face. "What happened yesterday? You didn't answer to my call."
"Sorry, I was tired and just wanted to go to sleep." I replied. "But don't worry; I'm better now." She took a look at Mary, who nodded, before looking back at me and sighed.
"Well, have fun then." She told us and I nodded before putting on my helmet and giving Mary hers. As soon as we were ready, I accelerated my bike, took off towards route 11 and were soon on our way to Lumiose City. As we arrived at our destination, Mary convinced me to go to Juice Shoppe, where I bought a pair of Colorful Shakes, and we set for walking around the city, looking at the stores and trainers battling each other. I felt happy, truly happy that she was doing so much for me.
"She's doing so much f_or someone who wasn't willing to hear her out._" The voice in my head said again.
"Will you never leave me alone?" I thought back bitterly as I saw Mary looking at the Prism Tower with her back to me. My eyes roamed around her neck, where the blue fur that was her scarf was as normal as any Meowstic's, and went slowly lower, tracing her firm back and then lower, to her thin waist. My throat suddenly felt dry as I looked at her rump, her well round hips alluring, and then traced her infinitely long legs down to her feet. As I looked back at her head she turned to me, suddenly a light of inspiration hitting me as I took my bag and pulled out my drawing block, starting to skillfully imprint the image in front of me, and I was just about to finish sketching Mary, the centerpiece of my drawing, before the Meowstic rested her head against my shoulder.
"You do seem better," she said as she looked at the drawing. "But please, tell me you won't tear off this one."
"I promise, Mary." I replied while putting my stationeries back in my bag. We stood up and walked over to the South Boulevard, entering the Restaurant Le Nah and ordering our meal.
"Oh, what a lovely surprise we have here!" We turned to see Roxanne with her arm around the guy from yesterday. "Are you feeling so lonely that you decided to date your Pokémon? Oh no, wait, she decided to go out with you out of pity, right?" She turned to Mary. "Hear me out, feline: you better realize that this artist doesn't have a future. Your better option is to go and look for another trainer, that way you won't have to put up with this poor vagrant."
"Shut up, tramp." Mary replied, giving Roxanne a heated glare with her stoic face. "Different from you, I _do_have dignity to not use others for my personal gain. And you..." she looked at Roxanne's boyfriend. "You better get ready to be used and then discarded like a tissue, after all that's what this bitch knows to do."
"Talk big now; cry hard later." Roxanne told her before turning and walking away. "Don't say later I didn't warn you!"
"She's such a whore." Mary muttered while I was deep in thought. Do I really have a future? It's true that quite some aspiring artists have ended up in the streets, how come that never crossed my mind? It's true: Mary does deserve better than me. Maybe I should release her...
"At last you saw it." The mysterious voice in my head said.
"Yeah, I did." I thought back sadly. "But I don't want her to forget me."
"Then use this last night, and make it the best for you two." The voice ordered. "If you are willing to let her go, then let her go with a permanent memory of you."
"I will, and thank you." I finished before restarting into my meal. As we finished I rode us back to Cyllage City, and as we got off my bike I looked at the horizon, the setting sun making a beautiful display. "Mary, enter the house first, I have something to do."
"Alright, master." She replied before entering. I took out my stationeries and continued my drawing, this time setting as background the setting sun, and even though I did it with pencil it still looked wonderful, but not better than Mary, who seemed to be looking back at me from the drawing, face stoic but eyes full of joy. I sighed before putting my stationeries back in my bag and entering, finding Mary sitting in the couch and watching the TV.
"Mary, I'll make dinner tonight, so please don't enter either the kitchen or the dining room." Mary looked at me, searching my eyes for any trace of bad intention before she nodded.
"I will, master." She answered before returning her gaze to the TV.
Now I'll give her the best night I can...
Third Person POV
As Mary sat in the couch, her thoughts drifted off to Jack.
"What is he planning?" She questioned herself. "He has never requested me something like that, so what is master working on?" While she thought about it, Jack had already dressed the table with his best tablecloth, set a chandelier in the middle and put his last drawing near but out of sight. Currently he is in the kitchen, preparing his best meal and Mary's favorite: Salmon Fillets with Creamy Dill. As Jack finished with it an hour later, he served it onto the table with the utensils already laid out, turned off the lights and lit the candles.
"Mary, come here, please." Jack called, and seconds later Mary entered the dark dining room, her eyes widening at the preparations. Jack smiled and offered her his hand, taking her soft furred one and guiding her to her seat, pulling it for her. He took out of the cabinet behind her two wine glasses and a Pahlmeyer Merlot wine bottle, setting them on the table and taking his seat.
"Master, what is all this about?" Mary asked, confused, the twitch in her left ear signaling her nervousness. Jack smiled at her while filling the glasses, offering one to her before taking his own.
"This, my dear Mary, is for everything that you've done for me." He answered. "And also is for every time I chose to ignore you, not realizing that you would never tell me a lie." They cheered before starting to eat, Mary's eyes almost bulging out of her head as the meal that she was eating felt ten times better than usual. Jack smiled inwardly before tucking in as well, and as they finished he took the drawing and offered it to her, Mary taking the paper with shaking hands and looking at it.
"Master, it's beautiful." She complimented.
"Yeah, it is." Jack stood and walked around the table to be behind her "But do you want to know what my favorite element is?" At her questioning gaze he traced a circle around her drawing. "This beautiful girl here, that's my favorite part of this drawing. Mary, you are my favorite part of everything." Jack hugged her, and Mary felt her cheeks flush hotter than a Flamethrower attack, and she was about to reply when she felt something landing in her shoulder; something wet. Her eyes widened as she heard Jack silently sobbing on her shoulder.
"Master, why are you crying? Is there something wrong?" She asked, worried. She felt Jack stepping away, and turned to see her master's smiling at her, a sad smile with his face full of tears.
"I've thought about it, Mary. Roxanne is right, I don't have a future." He looked at her before sighing. "I'm going to release you." Hearing those words started to scare Mary, as she looked at her master with fear "You are too good, too compassionate, too special for me. You'll be better off with another trainer because, I'm not worthy of you. Mary, I don't deserve you." Faster than Jack, or even Mary herself could notice, she had stood up and slapped Jack across the face, the 21 years old soon finding himself dumbfounded. He turned to look at Mary, tears freely falling from her eyes.
"Master, you are such an idiot!" she bellowed at him "Don't ever tell me you are not worthy enough of me! You took me in when no one, not even my own species, accepted me! I've lived with you for ten years of my life, and they have been the best ten years of any life I would have!" She gripped his shirt with both hands, bringing herself closer to him, her tail puffed and her right ear twitching: sadness and desperation. "You are the best thing to happen to me! Don't, ever in your life, question your worth! It's me who doesn't deserve to have someone like you! I love you, damn it! And I would never wish to or even think about being away from you! What if you end up in the streets?! I don't fucking care, I will accompany you through thick and thin! I love you, Jack Barret!" She was openly crying now, the fur of her cheeks matted down with her tears. "I love you, master. I love you and I can't bear to be away from you... Please master, don't leave me..." She looked into his eyes, finding surprise, appreciation, and a cloud of some unidentified emotion clearing in front of her eyes....
Love...
She couldn't believe it, but there it was. Love was shining in her master's eyes, love just directed to her, love that no one would see in his eyes. Words weren't needed for the two, as Jack just wrapped his arms around Mary and brought his head down, taking her lips with his own, both lovers sharing their first kiss together, which would be the second best of their lives. Mary felt like she was in the Hall of Origin, living her dream, but this time it's a dream that won't ever end, and Jack found happiness, true happiness that won't vanish. Their kiss ended, and both looked at each other, Jack finding Mary's stoic face with flushed cheeks rather cute while the Meowstic was basking in all the love that seeped out of Jack's eyes.
"Mary, I love you too." Jack replied while embracing her tight to his body. "Why I didn't realize it before I don't know, and maybe I never will, but I know it now, and I know it's true. Mary, out of my heart every single one of these words is coming out into yours: I love you. You were my favorite above anything, and now you're my love above everything else. I won't leave, I don't want to and I will not. I'll remain by your side until my dying breath, and even then I'll still be at your side in spirit until you reunite with me. I love you, Mary. I don't know when or how, I just know it is and I'll embrace it with all my heart. I'll embrace you with all my heart."
"Master..." She whispered softly to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lips reunited again, this time in a more passionate contact of love. As if reading each other's thoughts, they opened their mouths and invited their tongues to the dance, both appendages wrapping around each other, going back and forth from one mouth to the other, not leaving a single part of their dance floor unexplored. Mary moaned into the kiss, the soft vibrations that came forth eliciting a moan out of Jack, and as they broke away for air Jack took Mary in his arms, carrying her bridal-style over to his bedroom and lying her softly on his bed, kneeling down in front of her and looking at her again.
"Mary, I want to be yours, and for you to be mine." Jack said, "I want to give myself to you in body, mind and soul."
"Master, for many nights I've dreamed of hearing those words from you, and this time I won't wake up to a sad isolation, but to a loving mate, who will take me and keep me to himself." Mary replied while, for the first time, her stoic face broke as a smile grazed at her lips, the biggest smile she had ever had. Jack didn't mind this one bit; he smiled back before hugging Mary as he kissed her again, now rubbing her back up and down, making the Meowstic in her arms purr, the soft pressure going up and down her back sending jolts of pleasure up her spine and down south. She extended her ears and used her psychic powers to undress Jack, the latter already caressing her legs up to her thighs before taking hold of her skirt and bringing it down, socks and all. As he broke the kiss, he took off Mary's blouse, him standing up just long enough to take off his undershirt.
He pushed Mary onto her back and crawled up to her, admiring what he thought was the pinnacle of art itself, such a beauty that wouldn't ever be surpassed by any artist. He started to trail his hand on her sides, feeling her up so softly as if she was made of crystal, and then hugged her to him so he could undo the clasp of her bra, taking it off and throwing it to a side. It wasn't the first time that he saw Mary's breast, after all when he found her the first time she was all nude, but it was the first time he looked at them with lewd intentions. Committed to make her feel the best experience of her life, he started to slowly rub them, pressing his index fingers every time they passed over the nub of flesh at the tips of each one. Mary arched her back as the fondling of her breast was sending wave after wave of pleasure to her whole body, focusing more than anywhere on her core, and she left a silent gasp of pleasure as a moist length went from the underside of her left breast up to the top. Jack was matting her fur and rubbing her nipple with his hot tongue, the cold chill cooling it as it passed by and ended above.
Mary, desiring more of his touch, arched her back and left him full access to her body. Jack was twirling her left nipple with his tongue, softly sucking it from time to time as his other hand rubbed and pinched the other mound and its peak. Her short fur left a slightly ticklish sensation on his tongue as he licked her chest. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hit him as he left her nipples, playing with them with his fingers while gently nipping her neck. Mary unconsciously moved her head to allow him full access as he licked, kissed and sucked at her neck, making her squirm under his touch. Mary was lost as she felt Jack kissing and nipping at her neck, even to the point when he latched his mouth to it and bit softly, making Mary cry out in pleasure. Jack pushed his knee up until it made contact with her damp panties, her arousal clearly visible beneath the matted fur of her thighs. Parting from her, he grabbed her by her legs and pulled her up enough for him to take off her last piece of clothing. Reflexively, Mary sent her hands to cover up her sex, never having felt as shy as she was feeling now.
"It's okay." Jack said warmly, taking her wrist in his hands. "Just say stop and I'll stop without a second thought, after all it's you who I want to be happy." Mary nodded, and her face remained stoic but flushed as she moved her hands away from her legs to part them away, giving Jack perfect access to her moist entrance. Jack took a single look at it before leaning down and taking a sniff at it, smelling something bordering between sweet and sour, and wanting nothing more than to taste it he leaned down and ran his tongue from the base up to her clit. The warm, moist and foreign appendage that traced her labia sent Mary into a shuddering mess of pleasure, moaning while taking his head in her hands and pressing Jack to her entrance.
"Master, please keep going." She moaned as Jack started to apply pressure, slightly parting her lips to lap at the tender flesh inside. The taste was as Jack smelled it, sweet with a slightly sour aftertaste, and he loved it, so he delved his tongue as far as he could to get more of her. The sudden intrusion into her virgin cavern made Mary open her eyes and mouth wide, a silent scream of pleasure trying to escape her body as a gate of jolts that ranged from weak discharges to thunders of pleasures racked her body, making her go silly and press Jack's head harder against her entrance. "Master, oh yes! There master, just there! Whatever you are doing, please don't stop!" she started to scream as she felt the slick and warm presence of Jack's tongue going in spirals inside her, taking as much of her juices as it could before returning home for the delivery, coming back for more soon after. Talking about coming, Mary soon found herself about to come, her mouth agape as her tongue hung out of the corner. "MASTER!" she shouted as her grip on Jack's head became stone hard, obliging him to happily lap at her flowing juices, which he drank until there wasn't a drop left.
Mary released Jack and fell to the bed, panting and out of breath, trying to regain her composure as her master pried himself off the painfully tight garment of clothing that was almost breaking his rod. When Mary could move again she looked down, marveling at the size of Jack's 6"5 cock, drool almost escaping her stoic face as she got out of bed and knelt in front of Jack, brushing and rubbing the cock in front of her with her face, aspiring the musky scent that identified her master before taking a tentative lick at it. Jack shuddered as her tongue slightly flicked his cock, and seeing his reaction Mary took the head inside her mouth, sucking softly at it like a lollipop. Jack groaned in pleasure as he felt his cock being tugged by her sucks, Mary sometimes releasing his member to rub it with her face, the fur on her making him shudder in ticklish pleasure. Mary took it up a notch and started bob her head up and down, taking up to four inches in her mouth before she returned up, looking up at her master's face as he had his eyes closed in bliss, feeling her mouth around his cock wetting it.
Mary was already enjoying having her master's sex hitting against the roof of her mouth, sliding back and forth with her movements, but she wanted to make him call her, to hear him moan out her name without restrain, so taking a breath through the nose she relaxed her throat before pressing down to his base, the tip of his cock entering her air channel. Jack moaned louder as he felt his cock venturing into an even tighter place, the pressure and pulsing of Mary's breath as she deep throated him, making him close his eyes tighter in melting satisfaction.
"Please cum in my mouth, master." He heard Mary's voice in his head. "Cum in my mouth, I want to taste it, I want you to give it to me. I want it coursing from my mouth down to my stomach. Give it to me, master, just give it to me." Using all his almost non-existent concentration, Jack opened his eyes and looked down at Mary, the Meowstic's stoic and flushed face with his cock in her mouth being the last straw he needed before he took her face in his hands and pressed her down to his base, letting loose his flow of white, creamy liquids into her oral cavern as Mary moaned, gulping down some of it.
"Oh Arceus, Mary!" He moaned as he let go of his grip on her head and Mary pulled away, opening her mouth to show the mess he made in her. For some reason, Jack found the combination of her stoic and flushed face and the lewd image of her white mouth a huge turn on, making his cock jump at attention like a soldier.
Mary closed her mouth and gulped down the remains of the gooey substance in her mouth before sitting on the bed, pulling Jack to her with her psychic powers before dropping him in it, straddling him and looking down at him, and it that moment Jack discovered a new piece of her body language as the corners of her mouth twitched upwards: joy.
"Master, I've waited too much, and now I can't repress it. I need you inside me, to fill me up and complete me! Four us to be one!" She started to plead, not that it was necessary. Jack smiled and sat up stroking her face.
"Mary, I can't deny you no matter what. Let's be one, now and forever." He took her waist in his arms, lifting her up as Mary used one furred paw to direct Jack's member to her moist door to the Hall of Origin. Jack started to let loose slightly, letting gravity help them in this seemingly sinful yet rather wonderful act, Mary's inside eagerly taking Jack's tip into her, making the latter gasp at the pressure and feel the heat coming from all directions while the former shuddered and moaned as she was being filled, tears of joy starting to streak down her face. As Jack hit a barrier, he took a glance at the Meowstic, who rather desperately ended by slamming her hips down. Her lower half was set on fire as her hymen broke, a slight trail of blood leaving her pussy, while Jack took her waist again and, remembering a lesson from high school, he started to slowly thrust into her, making Mary's body flare in pain as it tried to fight back the pleasure that was crawling into her system, easily losing the match.
Mary moaned as the last bit of pain disappeared and pure, unadulterated pleasure racked her body like a tsunami, making her gasp and take a hold of Jack's shoulder for leverage. Before long, the movement escalated, with her master bucking his hips up in time with her descents to go deeper. The feeling of being full, of being one with her master was enough of a turn on for Mary that she began to slam down into Jack's rod, the latter groaning at the pressure and heat engulfing his cock, spasm racking the cavern every now and then, trying to milk him for what he's worth. Jack noticed Mary's ears starting to twitch from pleasure, and he brought his head up to lick at them, making Mary shudder harder.
"No master! Don't! If you do my powers will go wild!" She moaned.
"Let them, I know you won't hurt me, my dear Mary." Jack replied huskily into her ear. "Let them loose, I want all of you." With a cry Mary unfolded her ears as her powers started to make presence in the room, entering Jack's mind and forcing his brain to go into sensitive overdrive. It was as much as they both could get before their pace became erratic, their rhythm lost in the pleasure that Mary's powers heightened, and going completely wild. Now they were connected as one, through body and mind. And what is it about their souls? They were destined to each other since the beginning; they just had to see that. Jack opened his eyes and looked at Mary's face; stoic but even so he could literally feel her emotions: joy, happiness, love...
"Mary..." he panted, the Meowstic barely able to open her eyes and look at him. "Kiss me, let's end this." Mary nodded before she brought her lips to Jack's, the jolt of pleasure that sparked from their lips to their bodies being the last drop to spill the glass. A long, loving moan escaped their mouths and entered the other's as Mary's insides clenched down on Jack's rod, brutal hits of pleasure racking the former as she felt her womb receiving what she craved for: her master's unique, gooey spunk; and it would only enter there, nowhere else. Jack meanwhile had lost all sensitivity in his body except his lips and cock, the latter getting squeezed and soaked with Mary's fluids, which dripped down further to wet their thighs as well. With the massage produced by her spasms of pleasure prolonging his orgasm, Jack felt as if his vitality left him through his member and left him with the best sensation that just came after love making: the afterglow. Both remained there, joined by lower bodies and lips before they parted, looking at each other with half lidded eyes.
"Mary, I love you." Jack managed to mumble.
"Master, I love you too." Replied Mary before they fell into bed.
The next morning, Jack opened his eyes to find his new reason for living in his arms, and smiled before hugging her closer.
"At last it's all over." The voice in Jack's mind quipped in.
"What do you want?" He thought back.
"The question is what do you want, Jack. If you haven't noticed, I'm what you think inside but couldn't accept on the outside. Jack, I'm your consciousness."
"Then why are you talking to me again, after all I have no more doubts in happiness, both inside and outside."
"That's the thing, Jack: I came to say goodbye, at least for now. And a last suggestion from both us and our love here: don't question your worth."
"Hey, it feels weird to talk to myself, but thanks anyway, and I hope to hear me again when I need it." A mental laugh was heard before it drifted off into nothingness.
The next week was full of events, ranging from the official start of their love, to the date when Jack's future was ensured. He was sitting on a bench in the Red Square, making a drawing of his love in front of the Prism Tower when someone crept up behind him.
"You have a good hand at drawing." The person said. Jack turned to find Diantha, the famous actress and Pokémon Champion, behind him. "Say, could you please portray me with my team here?"
"Sure, give me a moment." Jack replied. He motioned to Mary to come closer, and after explaining the situation, he set up all his things while Diantha was organizing her team to take positions to be pictured. The result was that Jack was hired as the personal portrayer of the Pokémon League, and he managed to make big money, but he just saves it or spends it in Mary, never intending to move from their house: it has too many memories to stay for. A year after their first time in love making, Jack and Mary were sitting beside the table, eating as if it was a replay of that day, but this time full of joy. Jack had something tucked inside his pocket, and he was about to pull it out before his doorbell rang. Suppressing a groan, he stood up and walked to it, opening the door to reveal none other than Roxanne, who was looking quite messy and had her luggage in her hands, her clothing not as luxury as before and somewhat ragged.
"Hi, Jack." She said, smiling. She received back a glare that made her flinch and take a step back.
"What do you want?" he asked coldly.
"Jack, look, I'm sorry for what I said last year. You are truly special, I should have realized it." She answered. "I was wondering if I could go back with you." His response was a laugh, not one of happiness, but a cold and cruel laugh.
"Are you serious?" he asked "After what you made me go through? Sorry Roxanne, but everyone has to live with their decisions, and you are not an exception. You said I'm special and that you should have realized it. Guess what? Someone did before you and she does_make me happy. _So get out of my sight before I get sick by looking at you." He ended by closing the door in front of her shocked face. As he took a glance to today's newspaper, that he hadn't read, he found the headline Disaster Debut, and he chuckled to himself, glancing at the picture of Edward and Roxanne on it before dropping it into the fireplace, not needing to read it. He walked back into the dining room, Mary looking at him quizzically.
"Who was it?" she asked.
"Just some old Rattata that I had to scare away." He replied, but instead of taking his seat he took Mary's hand and made her stood up. "Now Mary, in this year that I've been with you I've realized that you were everything to me since the very beginning, and even if I can't change the past I want to give us a brighter future." He dropped down on a knee, taking the little velvet box from his pocket and opening it to show a silver and sapphire gemmed ring in it. "Mary, I want you to spend the rest of our lives with me. Will you marry me, Mary the Meowstic?" For the second time of her life, Mary's stoic face broke to reveal a sun blinding smile as she jumped down on Jack and kissed him in the lips.
"Of course I'll marry you, Jack Barret." She answered, and after locking gazes they shared what would be the best kiss of their lives...
THE END
Romeo: Man, I'm almost crying out of drama with this one.
Danny: Yeah, I would say that you've left your first one-shot behind with this.
Xellan: I got the pizza!
Romeo&Danny: At last!
Xellan: Sorry, there was a long line.
Romeo: Who cares? Put that pizza down and pass me the remote of the TV.
Xellan: Where's it?
Romeo: Behind the sofa.
Xellan: I can't find it.
Romeo: Arceus, Danny help him, please.
Danny: Alright. *goes next to Xellan* Where is it?
Romeo: *walks behind the two and takes a ready stance before delivering a kick to their asses*
Danny&Xellan: SON OF A BITCH!
Romeo: That was part of the request from dreadscot1337, with love.
Danny: Yeah, and you are going to pay for that.
Romeo: Shit... *runs off*
Danny: Come back here! *starts to chase Romeo*
Xellan: Well, bye readers! *starts to follow the two* Danny, you've forgotten the bats!