Story Notes:
Wow, there's no Kangaskhan tag? Hm...
That Indecent Act
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Maxim stared out the large, crystal clean window of his study. On a day like this, where he had spent countless hours with his nosed buried in schoolbooks that contained information that was more suitable for a college student, the poor boy could not restrain his mind from drifting out through the glass and into the seemingly endless world of the outdoors. He was a wealthy boy from a wealthy family and was expected to grow into a proper representative of his bloodline, so imagination could only roam free at certain times of the day.
He could only wonder what it would be to have a friend like the ones that he had read in books or heard in music. All his relationships had been completely professional. The closest friend he had was the girl that he had been betrothed to. Even at this young age, he knew of their eventual marriage.
For the first time that day, he put his pencil down. He wondered what it would be like to live a simple life with a normal family. He wondered how it felt to attend school, and dreamed of having parents. Yes, his father was always there when he truly needed him; otherwise, he only ever saw his father if business required him to return to his estate. In fact, beyond his personal caretaker and the other servants, he was alone in his home.
He had just begun to daydream about having an older sibling, when the soft thump of heavy footsteps echoed from outside of his study. He frantically picked up his pencil and searched for the point where he had left off. His tutor would not like it if he had been slacking off and he had made absolutely sure that his caretaker would keep him from it! He did his best to appear productive, wiggling his pencil in the air to create the illusion that he was busily writing.
The doors to his study opened with a soft squeal of the joints. Standing in the doorway, was his caretaker, a Kangaskhan with shapely hips and a maid uniform that seemed a size too small. When she was hired, her father insisted that she wear a uniform, but sadly, uniforms are not tailored to pokemon, and custom outfits were costly and expensive. Even at the appropriate length, her tail and thighs made her skirt appear short, but no one seemed to mind.
They had named her Ms. Marrianne and she had brought Maxim his lunch. It was a light meal, with fruit and tea, balanced on a metal tray that she could hold through the world's end and rebirth. She gave Maxim a scolding glare that hinted that she knew he hadn't been working diligently, although her expression lightened as she served his meal. He was glad that she couldn't speak; otherwise, he'd have gotten a very motherly earful.
She was the closet thing that he had to family; she had been his caretaker ever since he was a young child, in the days before his mother had passed. She stood next to him as he ate, waiting patiently for him to finish. He deliberately took his time.
"Thank you very much, Ms. Marrianne. I always do appreciate your presence. This house gets so terribly dreary when you're alone. If you don't mind, I would be grateful if you remained."
Her expression crumpled in a way that said, "It's better for you to not have any distractions."
"If just for a cup of tea?"
Her lips cupped into a polite smile and she nodded her head. "If just for tea."
She carefully seated herself into a chair across from him and it creaked under her weight. Maxim finished his meal quickly and she poured tea, a cup for him and the other for herself. He leaned back into his chair and she barked to remind him of his posture.
"Do you ever wonder about the outside? Beyond the gardens, I've never been outside of my father's estate." He blew the steam from the surface of his tea, raising the cup to his lips. "I wonder what it's like."
Marrianne turned her head to gaze out the window. Her expression dimmed quickly, she longed to be outside for a reason far different than Maxim's. Under the table, she squeezed her thighs tightly together.
Maxim felt guilty from her expression alone. She looked as though there was something that she missed greatly. Maybe she had a family before him? He frowned and quickly changed the subject, choosing instead to discuss a new book that he had been in the process of reading.
Eventually, "Tea Time" was over and Maxim returned to his work, while Marrianne gathered the dishes to clean. When she leaned to wipe the table clean, his eyes wandered to her bosom. He still did not fully understand why he had such a fascination with them, they were so full and round. He wanted to reach out and touch them. He kept his thoughts a well-hidden secret and his eyes darted back to his books before she could catch him staring.
She left him alone in his study after that and he said not a word.
She was just glad to be alone again. She had gone through many cycles before this one, but with ever cycle, she felt a little more insane. No male had touched her for years and she was having a harder time suppressing each one. She hurriedly finished her chores and retreated back into her room, where she could be alone.
Being the family's prized caretaker and the only servant to live on the grounds, her room was extravagant. She had tons of fancy furniture that she had no use for, as her only personal belongings were the work uniforms that she had very little of. As a worker, she was the very best and all that she ever needed was a place to sleep and food in her belly. So her father was particularly fond of the weight she placed on his wallets.
She was just happy that she was alone. She climbed into her oversized bed - even for her and lifted her wide bottom high into the air. She raised her heavy tail over her back and slid her clawed fingers between her thighs, rubbing over the front of her silk underwear. Her entire body trembled at her own touch. She shut her eyes and began to dream of the males that had taken her before. Her breath quickened and she pulled her underwear to the side. She circled the hot, aching petals of her flower, mimicking the movements her previous lovers had done before. They had enjoyed teasing her body with their heat and make her squeal with excitement. She gasped and drifted into a dreamy, lustful state.
Maxim found it difficult to concentrate on his work. He couldn't get his mind off the reaction he had gotten from Marrianne, Her expression was so sullen and longing and the thought of a lost family made Maxim's heart sink. He felt terribly guilty and decided it would be best to apologize. His studies could wait. He had a conscience to clear. He excused himself from his seat and made his way into the hall.
The hall was dim compared to his study. Where the study had windows to filter in sunlight, the halls did not and were instead illuminated by softly glowing lamps placed strategically upon the furniture. Everything was placed perfectly and was kept so tidy that one would never assume that it had sat in that same spot for years upon end. He kept his eyes focused straight ahead, as if the world around him was dull and uninteresting. It had been the way he was raised; walk with pride, walk with your head above everyone else.
When he reached Marrianne's bedroom, he announced his arrival with a soft knock on the door.
"-Skhannn," Was his response and he pushed forward the bedroom door with no expectation as to what he was walking into.
"Marrianne, I came to - "He was hushed mid-sentence by what was before him. Marrianne was lying in the most indecent of positions, bent over her bed, with one hand supporting her and the other buried between her thighs. Her tail was raised high and her skirt was hiked around her waist and her panties had been pulled down her thighs. Her face was twisted into an expression of pleasure. Her breaths came in hot, loud gasps and moans.
From where he was standing, Maxim could only see the round shape of her bare bottom and all the indecent parts of a woman that a gentleman was forbidden to see until marriage, but even though the words of all his tutors rang through his ears, his eyes widened and his childish curiosity got the best of him. He shut the door behind him and just watched for a moment, taking shy and nervous steps towards her.
"Ms. Marrianne?"
So lost was she in her own fantasies that she had not recognized the voice of her young master. It was not until he had addressed her for a second time did she realize that he was speaking to her. Bewildered at first, she turned her head with a silent prayer that she had imagined his voice. She would have much rather preferred to have him in her filthy thoughts than to have him catch her in the midst of her indecent act. Yet there he was, standing behind her, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and his eyes open wide with curious wonder.
Her throat became as dry as a desert and her cheeks grew as hot as one. She was speechless - she could barely pull her shaky claws free from her body. She squeezed her large thighs shut, but in the position that she was in, it did nothing to hide her shame. She quickly stood upright, did her best to regain proper posture, but with the juices running down her thighs, there was no possible way to hide. She could barely face Maxim and there was nothing she could say.
Yet, the way he looked up at her, with his eyes full of wonder... It was a welcome break to the unchanging expression that he had held for months on end. If they had not been so close, she would not have noticed. It brought a slight smile to her lips.
"Ms. Marrianne, what are you doing?" He asked her out of youthful ignorance. She tilted her head, unable to formulate a response. How could she explain such a thing to a young mind that could not even understand her manner of speech? Her mind was still drifting and floating, her body still pained by the heat between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together in a desperate attempt to keep her fluids from escaping. A hopeless attempt, because it still drooled down her legs. Damn her for being a Kangaskhan! Nothing went unnoticed.
"You appeared to have been enjoying yourself." He had originally come to apologize, perhaps though, he could make amends. He wasn't sure why his heart was thundering in his chest or why he had so much difficulty speaking, he felt anxious and excited at the same time, and it made his body shake in a strange sort of way. His eyes drifted down her luxurious body. To any mature male, it would have been obvious that Marrianne was a beautiful woman, perfectly crafted to bear children; large chest, wide hips, curves shaped like the strokes of a legendary artist's brush. But to a youth, she was just a woman. Maxim was not interested in mating or having children. He simply wanted to explore and to show his appreciation to his faithful friend.
After a short moment of uncomfortable silence as the boy waited for Marrianne's response, he finally asked...
"May I help you...?"
She could not believe what she was hearing! Her heart stopped in her chest. For a moment, she wanted to burst into a delusional fit of laughter, but in the next, her body trembled and she squirmed in place. The burning in her loins grew, reminding her of her need. Conflicted thoughts waged war in her mind. She knew that in human culture, the act would not be proper. Her instincts, however...
Another long moment of silence and her need only grew. She rubbed her thighs together and an improper whine escaped her. She should shoo the boy out of the room and return to tending to her need. Yet, it had been so long... so long... even if he was young; it would not be an act that would be unfamiliar to the Kangaskhan. They were naturally lonely, solitary pokemon, so it was not uncommon to encounter a hatchling tending to his mother. Could she consider him her son?
She believed that she could. She had been raising him all this time. A soft smile crept across her face at the thought. While she had been raised to serve, her nature was to mother. She stroked across his cheek and ran her claws through his wild, red hair. Maxim as her son? Maybe just for tonight.
He looked up at her as she began to stroke across his face. He had never felt anyone touch him like she did. It was a gentle caress that soothed his anxious body. It coaxed him to shut his eyes and lean into her touch, paying no heed that just moments before, her fingers had been buried inside of her body. Big, heavy arms came down, wrapped around him and he was pulled against her belly. He wrapped his arms around her and they shared a tight hug. He'd never had a mother, but the feeling was not new. Marrianne had taken care of him for a long time. When he felt like crying, she had been there for him. His father had taught him not to cry, told him that he must be strong. It was hard to be strong sometimes. He was glad he had someone he did not need to be strong for.
She sat on the edge of the bed, with the boy still in her arms. Now that she was sitting, he was a little more level with her. She pulled his head in against her large chest and leaned to press her lips against his. It was the first time he had received a kiss on the lips, so when her thick tongue penetrated his mouth, he was left quite surprised. Her tongue was a bit large for his mouth, but it still fit to a point and when her muscle rubbed against his, it made him shiver. It was like she was tickling him in a very special spot. He imagined that she must have felt the same, so he awkwardly returned her caress.
She cooed and pulled her tongue free from his mouth. So he pushed his into her maw. He was a quick learner and soon the duo were sharing a very passionate kiss, tilting their heads this way and that, twisting tongues together, breaking so often to draw in heated breaths, only to dive in again. He was a fantastic kisser, it made her body burn all the more. He brought a hand down between her thighs, snuck it beneath her skirt and after a bit of curious feeling - touching her slimy pussy lips and stroking between them until finally he found her opening and sunk a finger inside. He had not forgotten what she had been doing.
They broke apart with a gasp when he wiggled his digit inside of her. He was very inexperienced, finger very small to her, but her body clamped around it and suckled away with a powerful hunger. She clutched onto the edge of the bed, shaking. "Ga...Kanga..."
"How does it feel?" He wiggled his finger inside of her. She rocked her hips against his hand. He picked up on the motions and soon he was pumping his digit in and out of her. The feeling of her body around his finger was an incredibly strange one. Her hole was soft and tight at the same time, warm, slimy. It tugged at his finger, as if trying to pull him deeper inside of her. Touching her like this made him feel nervous.
He was a good boy, she choose to reward him by answering his question the best way she knew how...
She reached down and pushed his pants down, wrapped her strong fingers around his small shaft, stroked him. When she touched him there, his entire body shook from the foreign feeling; it was like a strange mix of a tickle and... something else. It was like the feeling of having her tongue in his mouth, stroking across his, but more prominent. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, but it was surprising, so his first reaction was to grab weakly at her wrists and pull away.
"Aha! M-Ms. Marrianne, that feels incredibly strange." She continued to stroke him for a little while, all the while he continued to wriggle and squirm. It was difficult to keep him under control while he stood, so eventually she released her grip, smoothed the sheets, and invited him into bed. She undressed him before he climbed in; it wasn't uncomfortable for him to be nude in front of her, she had been the one bathing him since he was tiny, but when she stood and undressed herself, he felt shy, yet could not help but stare. He wasn't sure what drove him to eye her body in that way, it was rude to look at a woman in such a manner, yet something kept him from pulling his eyes away.
She climbed into bed, the mattress screeched somewhat as she did, then she laid him down upon his back. Once again, she reached out to touch his erection and stroke him like she had been doing not long ago. She touched him gently and her pace was slow and after a bit more squirming, the feeling became soothing to him and she watched him close his eyes.
"Mmmhmm... Ah..." Soft gasps and moans escaped from his chest, his head lolled back and sunk into the large, downy pillows with a dreamy expression on his face. This brought a smile to her lips. He looked happy. She wanted to continue, but her body burned for release, while she held it off by slipping a hand between her thighs, holding the boy's warm manhood was not helping her. When her gaze dropped to his shaft, there was a desire to suck upon it, so that was exactly what she did.
It was almost as he had awoken from a nightmare. He cried out. His hands came down onto the back of her head, gripped tight onto her skull. He arched his spine, lifted his back off the bed. He instinctively tried to curl up, trying to pull away from the new sensation.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Marrianne!!!" He clutched at her, but her lips remained tight around his flesh. Her breath was hot around him, her tongue sparked feeling inside of him. She pushed the muscle firmly against the underside of his flesh and she bobbed her head at a pace that felt quick to him. Her lips were soft and they slid smoothly across the surface, as she bobbed, her squirmed, twisting his body this way and that, squeaking out hot gasps and moans.
"Oh! Marrianne! It feels... It feels!!!" He wanted to say that it felt like he was going to burst, but he was not able to spew it out before he did. His flesh throbbed and a long line of his semen spilt out and only just that, even though his flesh pulsed in her mouth several times after. She swallowed what he gave her, although it was a tease to her. She had males who would cum and make her cheeks swell; give her something delicious to drink for several moments. But he was young and human, so he had an excuse.
He lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling. In the afterglow of his first orgasm, he understood now what she was doing when he had disturbed her. Now that he had experienced it, it was only proper for him to return the favor. She climbed on top of him, straddled his face, hovering several inches above. She brought her claws to her slit and spread apart the soft lips of her crevice to expose the bright pink flesh of her hole. Her honey oozed from her body like a leaky faucet. The position made her feel dirty; it excited her at the same time, never had she done this for any male. The message was clear. She wanted Maxim to eat her out.
He lay underneath her for a moment of confusion, and then raised his head. With a nervous touch of his tongue, he began to explore her body. She cooed him on. He licked the outer edges first. When he found her flavor to be un-expectantly satisfying, he pushed his muscle into her depths. It drew a sharp gasp her chest and she gripped onto his tongue. He pushed his lips against her, sunk his muscle further into her. It made her tremble, she moaned. He wiggled his tongue about, her body spread easily for him, and her coos soon melted into a melody of blissful moaning. With flared nostrils, she drew in her scent with no knowledge of the effect it was having on him. Combined with her fluid, which tasted like light cream, he was quickly absorbed into the act. He soon drank from her as if he had been deprived of water his entire life. He mashed his lips against her, drove his tongue into her body, swirled it about to catch more of her liquid, then yanked it out and swallowed.
Above him, Marrianne howled. With one hand, she gripped tightly onto the headboard, claws dug into the wood to steady her shaky body. With the other, she squeezed at her chest, stroked and pinched her perk nipples. She resisted the urge to push against his face as she did not want to suffocate the poor boy, but he had no idea how much his greedy feast was driving her wild! Somehow, he was hitting all those spots that made her entire body quake. Her head lolled back, she wanted to bounce against him. She did her absolute best to hang on and to keep her body still, but as she found herself fighting a losing battle, she could no longer tease her chest. Both hands gripped tight onto the headboard and her muscles tightened to the point where the wood cracked and splintered between her fingers.
She cried out - and a torrent of her nectar spilt from her body and into the mouth of the unsuspecting boy underneath her. Her release came with such volume that it all bellowed into his mouth, caused him to choke. His eyes shot open, he pulled away from her to breath, coughing out what had been spilt in his throat. She panted above him, drawing deep breaths; her muscles twitching from the intensity. Maxim's chin was a mess of saliva and fluid. He too was breathing hard.
They took a moment to catch their breath.
Much to Marrianne's surprise, Maxim had become hard again. He gave her a look that begged for her to touch it again. She, of course, had a better idea. There would be one final act to perform. He seemed confused when she climbed off him and urged him to sit up and move, so that she could lie on her back. He was very obedient however; she coaxed his body between her thighs with ease. From this position, it became obvious to him what they were to do next; aided by the guidance from her fingers, he plunged his eager flesh inside of her with an excited thrust of his hips.
"Ah!" He cried out at the sensation. He penetrated her with ease. It was an indescribable feeling; it made his head swim. It felt so warm, so wet, so new, and so strange! He lay against her round belly, wrapped his arms around her tight, clutching her in his grasp. She let him rest there as his mind grew accustomed to the new feeling. His flesh was really no bigger than her finger, but still, it felt good to have inside of her; it helped to ease the pains of her heat. She moved against him with gentle motions, coaxing him to follow suit.
When he had finally found the strength to move, he thrust with rapid swaying of his hips. It excited her body, but it was not what she desired. Something about the connection made her feel bonded with him and she wanted to savor the time with him. Her hand came down upon his smooth bottom. She took control of his movement this way; soon he was making love to her with a slow, deep rocking that both could not help but enjoy.
"Mmmm..."
"Ahh..."
"Oh~"
While she wished that they could have been kissing, she combed through his hair with her fingers instead. The bed creaked from the duo's movement; neither cared. They were happy like this, content in a way. It felt like they could do this for hours, they probably could too. Neither was aware when the pace began to quicken, nor were they aware that they had become quite vocal, but it was obvious to both that the pleasure was rapidly increasing.
Marrianne had gotten herself completely lost in the feeling. As the passion built, she shoved harder and harder against Maxim's hips and she clutched him between her thighs, muscles tensing tight again. He was fine at first, until her hold on him became a bit too tight.
"Marrianne!" He stopped abruptly, which almost upset her; pushing on her thighs, he spoke between ragged breaths, "That hurts..."
She was reminded that he was a human child and of how much stronger she was compared to him. Doubting her ability to restrain herself (from the experience of her last orgasm), she had to find a way to allow him to continue without hurting him. There really was only one solution.
He gave a sigh of disappointment when she pulled away and his shaft slipped free from her. He was really enjoying the feeling; they both were, he knew. Yet she rolled onto her belly and raised herself onto her knees with her tail hiked over her back. This was the same position that she had been in when he had first walked in on her; now the image excited him even more. Sitting upright, he could clearly see her exposed treasure. Although it would have been a great opportunity for him to taste her again, there was something more that they both wanted.
He had to stand in order to properly align himself with her. It was a bit odd at first, the mattress beneath him sunk under his feet, causing him to be just a bit short of where he needed to be. However, she eased herself into the perfect position. He could now watch as he pushed into her; it made him blush to see his flesh disappear into Marrianne's hole.
He now had more control. While he began as she wanted him to before; with slow, deep thrusts, he quickly returned to the intense pacing that they were at before. He was discovering the ways to draw gasps from his caretaker and to increase the feeling for himself. They had barely begun when both found themselves absorbed in the pleasure.
Maxim greatly enjoyed the sight of her backside. He watched how her hole spread open as he thrust inside of her and how it clung on to him as he pulled out. There was a point it became to difficult to watch; it was hard to focus on keeping a proper rhythm with Marrianne, so he grabbed onto her curved bottom, which jiggled with each thrust, and he drove into her with a renewed vigor. He hadn't known, but from this position, his balls were slapping against her clit and it was driving her to orgasm. When he closed his eyes, it made him more aware to what he was feeling.
Her body was rippling around his flesh, stroking, squeezing, and caressing it all at the same time. Her fluid lubricated her insides, made it easy to glide in and out of her. Her movements were deliberate, always trying to take him deeper inside of her, where her body was really tight, yet would spread in the most delightful of ways around the tip. He wanted to tell her what he was feeling, even though she probably knew.
As their lovemaking continued, pleasure welled up inside the partners. That strange feeling returned - the sensation that made his body twist and tighten, made his shaft throb and grow thicker. He still couldn't find the words to describe it, but it urged him to thrust deeper and faster. She must have felt the same way, because her body tightened and she pushed harder against him; her lustful moans joining his sharp gasps and cries.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, muscles growing tighter; his fingers sunk into the soft skin of her rear as he squeezed. Underneath him, Marrianne buried her face against the mattress, twisting the sheets in her hands. For a boy that spent so much time studying, he had quite the stamina! She wouldn't last; he would bring her to orgasm. He would satisfy her need as well as any full grown male.
-Smack! Smack!-
His balls kept tapping at her clit. He was going to make her cum! He was going to make her cum! She felt him shake behind her, felt his grip tighten, and felt his shaft throb; felt hot fluid splash inside of her. Her entire body went rigid. She was cumming!!!
"Kanga!!!"
From that point on, many things changed. Their relationship would never be closer. Bath-time became a time of intimate touching and oral pleasure. Days were met with a cheerful demeanor; nights were filled with passionate lovemaking. Studies rewarded with sex. Neither was ever lonely.
As Maxim grew into an adult, he began to dominate her. He would tease her with sex until she would beg for his touch, but when it came time for his proposed marriage, it was an unsatisfying one. Although they bore two children, his wife would seduce the servants and they would argue often; it was only because their relationship was lacking, as he had more interest in a servant of his own. The two kept their secret well hidden, for it would put his bloodline to shame if word was to get out.
However, the guilt that Marrianne held in her heart drove her to an early death. She knew that she had been the cause of her Master's bitter relationship. She served him and his family well, until stress and age confined her to bed. The children cried when she died. Maxim, who had grown into a strong man, was not allowed to weep in front of his family. He had to retreat into his private study, where he cried and drank for several days.
His wife eventually bore a third son that was not his, but belonged to a silver tongued journalist that swept her in with sweet promises of lost paradises. In order to save face, a political plot was arranged. She was to take her child and marry the journalist under a false name. Under the cover of night, she was escorted to an undisclosed location where she would meet her lover; who, with gracious donations from Maxim, would soon marry her. To everyone but the three, it was believed that she died in a terrific accident when her private jet experienced engine failure and had crashed into the ground. Her inheritance would go to Maxim's son when he had reached of age, until then, Maxim would be the sole proprietor.
The children cried again. They were left without a caretaker, a mother, and a father. Maxim, who was now busier than ever, was often nowhere to be seen; business and politics monopolized his time and on the rare occasions that he was at home, he was often depressed and drunk. Not only had he inherited his father's wealth, but he had inherited his father's life. He wondered if his father too had contemplated suicide. He felt as if he had grown into a weak man, for he missed Marrianne so greatly. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist, press his face against her stomach, and cry. He wanted her to pick him up, hug him against her breast, coo to him, and kiss his forehead. He longed for the comfort and the security that she had provided him for all those years.
He thought about his children; was his son destined to the same fate that he had been? What of his daughter, who had started to seclude herself from the servants and her instructors?
He sat in his study and thought for a long time...
In the midst of night, when his bottle was empty, Maxim stood from his seat and picked up the telephone.
The next morning, his associates gathered in his study, and after a few grueling hours of pleading, debate, and argument, a decision was made and his associates flooded from his home with mixed expressions. Maxim remained in his study for the rest of the day.
It came as a rash decision and he was not sure if he made the right choice. He had bought a farm on the countryside and had sold everything else. He returned his wife's inheritance to her family and when they demanded his son, he refused, stating "I will raise him to the best of my ability, when he comes of age and if he so wishes, I shall send him to you and you can decide of he shall be your heir." This was agreed to be put into writing.
He resigned from his political position, sent a last large "donation" to his former wife and her husband, said his final good-byes to the servants, his associates, and his friends, and moved to the countryside.
Life at first was hard. There was some much needed adjustment. He was still a wealthy man; he was able to still afford certain luxuries. His children had a private tutor and were spoiled to a point. He quickly found that he had trouble with some of the tasks that his servants had always done for him; cooking was the most troublesome. Eventually, he hired a caretaker, a young woman, Amanda, who had a loving country heart and the accent to boot. She helped him with the chores and with the children; molding into part of the family relatively quickly. The children forgot about Marrianne altogether, however, he never did.
Sometimes the nights were difficult. He often lay sleepless, longing for the Kangaskhan's comfort and warmth. Alcohol lulled him into an uncomfortable rest from which he often had nightmares. He'd wake the next morning feeling even more tired then when he had fallen asleep. The thought of suicide still hung over his head. Often, he'd had trouble just leaving his room. But there were chores to be done and his stomach would growl at the smell of Amada's cooking. He was always happy to see his children, who had become much more full of life.
One day, after supper, he asked Amanda to stay while he went on an errand. She agreed without hesitation, so he kissed the children goodnight and climbed into his car. The drive felt longer than it should have been and he was alone for all of it. The radio was more of an irritant than anything else, so it was left off for the entirety of the trip.
He drove past his old estate, full of memories both good and bad. But his destination was beyond that, so he did not linger. He drove until he reached the cemetery where Marrianne had been buried.
When he came upon Marrianne's grave, he fell to his knees and he cried. He mourned her for a final time; for he knew that he must let her go, or else live in misery for the remainder of his life.
The sun had set when he climbed into his car and left. The drive returning home was even lonelier and more maddening than the first. The thought of leaving her made him feel completely miserable, he was anxious to get home. He just wanted to climb into bed.
He opened the door to his home with a sullen expression and Amanda greeted him with worry. He told her of Marrianne, but never spoke a word about her species. She consoled him and they spoke for several more hours, until he invited her into bed with him. She did not refuse.
He slept with her that night and the night after that. He eventually came to love her, for she had become the mother of his children. They were ecstatic at the news; his daughter pressured him of marriage, his son teased the new couple.
His lips crawled into a broad smile. While he may never love Amanda as he did Marrianne, he had found happiness and peace of mind. He had become a strong man.
Maxim stared out the large, crystal clean window of his study. On a day like this, where he had spent countless hours with his nosed buried in schoolbooks that contained information that was more suitable for a college student, the poor boy could not restrain his mind from drifting out through the glass and into the seemingly endless world of the outdoors. He was a wealthy boy from a wealthy family and was expected to grow into a proper representative of his bloodline, so imagination could only roam free at certain times of the day.
He could only wonder what it would be to have a friend like the ones that he had read in books or heard in music. All his relationships had been completely professional. The closest friend he had was the girl that he had been betrothed to. Even at this young age, he knew of their eventual marriage.
For the first time that day, he put his pencil down. He wondered what it would be like to live a simple life with a normal family. He wondered how it felt to attend school, and dreamed of having parents. Yes, his father was always there when he truly needed him; otherwise, he only ever saw his father if business required him to return to his estate. In fact, beyond his personal caretaker and the other servants, he was alone in his home.
He had just begun to daydream about having an older sibling, when the soft thump of heavy footsteps echoed from outside of his study. He frantically picked up his pencil and searched for the point where he had left off. His tutor would not like it if he had been slacking off and he had made absolutely sure that his caretaker would keep him from it! He did his best to appear productive, wiggling his pencil in the air to create the illusion that he was busily writing.
The doors to his study opened with a soft squeal of the joints. Standing in the doorway, was his caretaker, a Kangaskhan with shapely hips and a maid uniform that seemed a size too small. When she was hired, her father insisted that she wear a uniform, but sadly, uniforms are not tailored to pokemon, and custom outfits were costly and expensive. Even at the appropriate length, her tail and thighs made her skirt appear short, but no one seemed to mind.
They had named her Ms. Marrianne and she had brought Maxim his lunch. It was a light meal, with fruit and tea, balanced on a metal tray that she could hold through the world's end and rebirth. She gave Maxim a scolding glare that hinted that she knew he hadn't been working diligently, although her expression lightened as she served his meal. He was glad that she couldn't speak; otherwise, he'd have gotten a very motherly earful.
She was the closet thing that he had to family; she had been his caretaker ever since he was a young child, in the days before his mother had passed. She stood next to him as he ate, waiting patiently for him to finish. He deliberately took his time.
"Thank you very much, Ms. Marrianne. I always do appreciate your presence. This house gets so terribly dreary when you're alone. If you don't mind, I would be grateful if you remained."
Her expression crumpled in a way that said, "It's better for you to not have any distractions."
"If just for a cup of tea?"
Her lips cupped into a polite smile and she nodded her head. "If just for tea."
She carefully seated herself into a chair across from him and it creaked under her weight. Maxim finished his meal quickly and she poured tea, a cup for him and the other for herself. He leaned back into his chair and she barked to remind him of his posture.
"Do you ever wonder about the outside? Beyond the gardens, I've never been outside of my father's estate." He blew the steam from the surface of his tea, raising the cup to his lips. "I wonder what it's like."
Marrianne turned her head to gaze out the window. Her expression dimmed quickly, she longed to be outside for a reason far different than Maxim's. Under the table, she squeezed her thighs tightly together.
Maxim felt guilty from her expression alone. She looked as though there was something that she missed greatly. Maybe she had a family before him? He frowned and quickly changed the subject, choosing instead to discuss a new book that he had been in the process of reading.
Eventually, "Tea Time" was over and Maxim returned to his work, while Marrianne gathered the dishes to clean. When she leaned to wipe the table clean, his eyes wandered to her bosom. He still did not fully understand why he had such a fascination with them, they were so full and round. He wanted to reach out and touch them. He kept his thoughts a well-hidden secret and his eyes darted back to his books before she could catch him staring.
She left him alone in his study after that and he said not a word.
She was just glad to be alone again. She had gone through many cycles before this one, but with ever cycle, she felt a little more insane. No male had touched her for years and she was having a harder time suppressing each one. She hurriedly finished her chores and retreated back into her room, where she could be alone.
Being the family's prized caretaker and the only servant to live on the grounds, her room was extravagant. She had tons of fancy furniture that she had no use for, as her only personal belongings were the work uniforms that she had very little of. As a worker, she was the very best and all that she ever needed was a place to sleep and food in her belly. So her father was particularly fond of the weight she placed on his wallets.
She was just happy that she was alone. She climbed into her oversized bed - even for her and lifted her wide bottom high into the air. She raised her heavy tail over her back and slid her clawed fingers between her thighs, rubbing over the front of her silk underwear. Her entire body trembled at her own touch. She shut her eyes and began to dream of the males that had taken her before. Her breath quickened and she pulled her underwear to the side. She circled the hot, aching petals of her flower, mimicking the movements her previous lovers had done before. They had enjoyed teasing her body with their heat and make her squeal with excitement. She gasped and drifted into a dreamy, lustful state.
Maxim found it difficult to concentrate on his work. He couldn't get his mind off the reaction he had gotten from Marrianne, Her expression was so sullen and longing and the thought of a lost family made Maxim's heart sink. He felt terribly guilty and decided it would be best to apologize. His studies could wait. He had a conscience to clear. He excused himself from his seat and made his way into the hall.
The hall was dim compared to his study. Where the study had windows to filter in sunlight, the halls did not and were instead illuminated by softly glowing lamps placed strategically upon the furniture. Everything was placed perfectly and was kept so tidy that one would never assume that it had sat in that same spot for years upon end. He kept his eyes focused straight ahead, as if the world around him was dull and uninteresting. It had been the way he was raised; walk with pride, walk with your head above everyone else.
When he reached Marrianne's bedroom, he announced his arrival with a soft knock on the door.
"-Skhannn," Was his response and he pushed forward the bedroom door with no expectation as to what he was walking into.
"Marrianne, I came to - "He was hushed mid-sentence by what was before him. Marrianne was lying in the most indecent of positions, bent over her bed, with one hand supporting her and the other buried between her thighs. Her tail was raised high and her skirt was hiked around her waist and her panties had been pulled down her thighs. Her face was twisted into an expression of pleasure. Her breaths came in hot, loud gasps and moans.
From where he was standing, Maxim could only see the round shape of her bare bottom and all the indecent parts of a woman that a gentleman was forbidden to see until marriage, but even though the words of all his tutors rang through his ears, his eyes widened and his childish curiosity got the best of him. He shut the door behind him and just watched for a moment, taking shy and nervous steps towards her.
"Ms. Marrianne?"
So lost was she in her own fantasies that she had not recognized the voice of her young master. It was not until he had addressed her for a second time did she realize that he was speaking to her. Bewildered at first, she turned her head with a silent prayer that she had imagined his voice. She would have much rather preferred to have him in her filthy thoughts than to have him catch her in the midst of her indecent act. Yet there he was, standing behind her, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and his eyes open wide with curious wonder.
Her throat became as dry as a desert and her cheeks grew as hot as one. She was speechless - she could barely pull her shaky claws free from her body. She squeezed her large thighs shut, but in the position that she was in, it did nothing to hide her shame. She quickly stood upright, did her best to regain proper posture, but with the juices running down her thighs, there was no possible way to hide. She could barely face Maxim and there was nothing she could say.
Yet, the way he looked up at her, with his eyes full of wonder... It was a welcome break to the unchanging expression that he had held for months on end. If they had not been so close, she would not have noticed. It brought a slight smile to her lips.
"Ms. Marrianne, what are you doing?" He asked her out of youthful ignorance. She tilted her head, unable to formulate a response. How could she explain such a thing to a young mind that could not even understand her manner of speech? Her mind was still drifting and floating, her body still pained by the heat between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together in a desperate attempt to keep her fluids from escaping. A hopeless attempt, because it still drooled down her legs. Damn her for being a Kangaskhan! Nothing went unnoticed.
"You appeared to have been enjoying yourself." He had originally come to apologize, perhaps though, he could make amends. He wasn't sure why his heart was thundering in his chest or why he had so much difficulty speaking, he felt anxious and excited at the same time, and it made his body shake in a strange sort of way. His eyes drifted down her luxurious body. To any mature male, it would have been obvious that Marrianne was a beautiful woman, perfectly crafted to bear children; large chest, wide hips, curves shaped like the strokes of a legendary artist's brush. But to a youth, she was just a woman. Maxim was not interested in mating or having children. He simply wanted to explore and to show his appreciation to his faithful friend.
After a short moment of uncomfortable silence as the boy waited for Marrianne's response, he finally asked...
"May I help you...?"
She could not believe what she was hearing! Her heart stopped in her chest. For a moment, she wanted to burst into a delusional fit of laughter, but in the next, her body trembled and she squirmed in place. The burning in her loins grew, reminding her of her need. Conflicted thoughts waged war in her mind. She knew that in human culture, the act would not be proper. Her instincts, however...
Another long moment of silence and her need only grew. She rubbed her thighs together and an improper whine escaped her. She should shoo the boy out of the room and return to tending to her need. Yet, it had been so long... so long... even if he was young; it would not be an act that would be unfamiliar to the Kangaskhan. They were naturally lonely, solitary pokemon, so it was not uncommon to encounter a hatchling tending to his mother. Could she consider him her son?
She believed that she could. She had been raising him all this time. A soft smile crept across her face at the thought. While she had been raised to serve, her nature was to mother. She stroked across his cheek and ran her claws through his wild, red hair. Maxim as her son? Maybe just for tonight.
He looked up at her as she began to stroke across his face. He had never felt anyone touch him like she did. It was a gentle caress that soothed his anxious body. It coaxed him to shut his eyes and lean into her touch, paying no heed that just moments before, her fingers had been buried inside of her body. Big, heavy arms came down, wrapped around him and he was pulled against her belly. He wrapped his arms around her and they shared a tight hug. He'd never had a mother, but the feeling was not new. Marrianne had taken care of him for a long time. When he felt like crying, she had been there for him. His father had taught him not to cry, told him that he must be strong. It was hard to be strong sometimes. He was glad he had someone he did not need to be strong for.
She sat on the edge of the bed, with the boy still in her arms. Now that she was sitting, he was a little more level with her. She pulled his head in against her large chest and leaned to press her lips against his. It was the first time he had received a kiss on the lips, so when her thick tongue penetrated his mouth, he was left quite surprised. Her tongue was a bit large for his mouth, but it still fit to a point and when her muscle rubbed against his, it made him shiver. It was like she was tickling him in a very special spot. He imagined that she must have felt the same, so he awkwardly returned her caress.
She cooed and pulled her tongue free from his mouth. So he pushed his into her maw. He was a quick learner and soon the duo were sharing a very passionate kiss, tilting their heads this way and that, twisting tongues together, breaking so often to draw in heated breaths, only to dive in again. He was a fantastic kisser, it made her body burn all the more. He brought a hand down between her thighs, snuck it beneath her skirt and after a bit of curious feeling - touching her slimy pussy lips and stroking between them until finally he found her opening and sunk a finger inside. He had not forgotten what she had been doing.
They broke apart with a gasp when he wiggled his digit inside of her. He was very inexperienced, finger very small to her, but her body clamped around it and suckled away with a powerful hunger. She clutched onto the edge of the bed, shaking. "Ga...Kanga..."
"How does it feel?" He wiggled his finger inside of her. She rocked her hips against his hand. He picked up on the motions and soon he was pumping his digit in and out of her. The feeling of her body around his finger was an incredibly strange one. Her hole was soft and tight at the same time, warm, slimy. It tugged at his finger, as if trying to pull him deeper inside of her. Touching her like this made him feel nervous.
He was a good boy, she choose to reward him by answering his question the best way she knew how...
She reached down and pushed his pants down, wrapped her strong fingers around his small shaft, stroked him. When she touched him there, his entire body shook from the foreign feeling; it was like a strange mix of a tickle and... something else. It was like the feeling of having her tongue in his mouth, stroking across his, but more prominent. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, but it was surprising, so his first reaction was to grab weakly at her wrists and pull away.
"Aha! M-Ms. Marrianne, that feels incredibly strange." She continued to stroke him for a little while, all the while he continued to wriggle and squirm. It was difficult to keep him under control while he stood, so eventually she released her grip, smoothed the sheets, and invited him into bed. She undressed him before he climbed in; it wasn't uncomfortable for him to be nude in front of her, she had been the one bathing him since he was tiny, but when she stood and undressed herself, he felt shy, yet could not help but stare. He wasn't sure what drove him to eye her body in that way, it was rude to look at a woman in such a manner, yet something kept him from pulling his eyes away.
She climbed into bed, the mattress screeched somewhat as she did, then she laid him down upon his back. Once again, she reached out to touch his erection and stroke him like she had been doing not long ago. She touched him gently and her pace was slow and after a bit more squirming, the feeling became soothing to him and she watched him close his eyes.
"Mmmhmm... Ah..." Soft gasps and moans escaped from his chest, his head lolled back and sunk into the large, downy pillows with a dreamy expression on his face. This brought a smile to her lips. He looked happy. She wanted to continue, but her body burned for release, while she held it off by slipping a hand between her thighs, holding the boy's warm manhood was not helping her. When her gaze dropped to his shaft, there was a desire to suck upon it, so that was exactly what she did.
It was almost as he had awoken from a nightmare. He cried out. His hands came down onto the back of her head, gripped tight onto her skull. He arched his spine, lifted his back off the bed. He instinctively tried to curl up, trying to pull away from the new sensation.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Marrianne!!!" He clutched at her, but her lips remained tight around his flesh. Her breath was hot around him, her tongue sparked feeling inside of him. She pushed the muscle firmly against the underside of his flesh and she bobbed her head at a pace that felt quick to him. Her lips were soft and they slid smoothly across the surface, as she bobbed, her squirmed, twisting his body this way and that, squeaking out hot gasps and moans.
"Oh! Marrianne! It feels... It feels!!!" He wanted to say that it felt like he was going to burst, but he was not able to spew it out before he did. His flesh throbbed and a long line of his semen spilt out and only just that, even though his flesh pulsed in her mouth several times after. She swallowed what he gave her, although it was a tease to her. She had males who would cum and make her cheeks swell; give her something delicious to drink for several moments. But he was young and human, so he had an excuse.
He lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling. In the afterglow of his first orgasm, he understood now what she was doing when he had disturbed her. Now that he had experienced it, it was only proper for him to return the favor. She climbed on top of him, straddled his face, hovering several inches above. She brought her claws to her slit and spread apart the soft lips of her crevice to expose the bright pink flesh of her hole. Her honey oozed from her body like a leaky faucet. The position made her feel dirty; it excited her at the same time, never had she done this for any male. The message was clear. She wanted Maxim to eat her out.
He lay underneath her for a moment of confusion, and then raised his head. With a nervous touch of his tongue, he began to explore her body. She cooed him on. He licked the outer edges first. When he found her flavor to be un-expectantly satisfying, he pushed his muscle into her depths. It drew a sharp gasp her chest and she gripped onto his tongue. He pushed his lips against her, sunk his muscle further into her. It made her tremble, she moaned. He wiggled his tongue about, her body spread easily for him, and her coos soon melted into a melody of blissful moaning. With flared nostrils, she drew in her scent with no knowledge of the effect it was having on him. Combined with her fluid, which tasted like light cream, he was quickly absorbed into the act. He soon drank from her as if he had been deprived of water his entire life. He mashed his lips against her, drove his tongue into her body, swirled it about to catch more of her liquid, then yanked it out and swallowed.
Above him, Marrianne howled. With one hand, she gripped tightly onto the headboard, claws dug into the wood to steady her shaky body. With the other, she squeezed at her chest, stroked and pinched her perk nipples. She resisted the urge to push against his face as she did not want to suffocate the poor boy, but he had no idea how much his greedy feast was driving her wild! Somehow, he was hitting all those spots that made her entire body quake. Her head lolled back, she wanted to bounce against him. She did her absolute best to hang on and to keep her body still, but as she found herself fighting a losing battle, she could no longer tease her chest. Both hands gripped tight onto the headboard and her muscles tightened to the point where the wood cracked and splintered between her fingers.
She cried out - and a torrent of her nectar spilt from her body and into the mouth of the unsuspecting boy underneath her. Her release came with such volume that it all bellowed into his mouth, caused him to choke. His eyes shot open, he pulled away from her to breath, coughing out what had been spilt in his throat. She panted above him, drawing deep breaths; her muscles twitching from the intensity. Maxim's chin was a mess of saliva and fluid. He too was breathing hard.
They took a moment to catch their breath.
Much to Marrianne's surprise, Maxim had become hard again. He gave her a look that begged for her to touch it again. She, of course, had a better idea. There would be one final act to perform. He seemed confused when she climbed off him and urged him to sit up and move, so that she could lie on her back. He was very obedient however; she coaxed his body between her thighs with ease. From this position, it became obvious to him what they were to do next; aided by the guidance from her fingers, he plunged his eager flesh inside of her with an excited thrust of his hips.
"Ah!" He cried out at the sensation. He penetrated her with ease. It was an indescribable feeling; it made his head swim. It felt so warm, so wet, so new, and so strange! He lay against her round belly, wrapped his arms around her tight, clutching her in his grasp. She let him rest there as his mind grew accustomed to the new feeling. His flesh was really no bigger than her finger, but still, it felt good to have inside of her; it helped to ease the pains of her heat. She moved against him with gentle motions, coaxing him to follow suit.
When he had finally found the strength to move, he thrust with rapid swaying of his hips. It excited her body, but it was not what she desired. Something about the connection made her feel bonded with him and she wanted to savor the time with him. Her hand came down upon his smooth bottom. She took control of his movement this way; soon he was making love to her with a slow, deep rocking that both could not help but enjoy.
"Mmmm..."
"Ahh..."
"Oh~"
While she wished that they could have been kissing, she combed through his hair with her fingers instead. The bed creaked from the duo's movement; neither cared. They were happy like this, content in a way. It felt like they could do this for hours, they probably could too. Neither was aware when the pace began to quicken, nor were they aware that they had become quite vocal, but it was obvious to both that the pleasure was rapidly increasing.
Marrianne had gotten herself completely lost in the feeling. As the passion built, she shoved harder and harder against Maxim's hips and she clutched him between her thighs, muscles tensing tight again. He was fine at first, until her hold on him became a bit too tight.
"Marrianne!" He stopped abruptly, which almost upset her; pushing on her thighs, he spoke between ragged breaths, "That hurts..."
She was reminded that he was a human child and of how much stronger she was compared to him. Doubting her ability to restrain herself (from the experience of her last orgasm), she had to find a way to allow him to continue without hurting him. There really was only one solution.
He gave a sigh of disappointment when she pulled away and his shaft slipped free from her. He was really enjoying the feeling; they both were, he knew. Yet she rolled onto her belly and raised herself onto her knees with her tail hiked over her back. This was the same position that she had been in when he had first walked in on her; now the image excited him even more. Sitting upright, he could clearly see her exposed treasure. Although it would have been a great opportunity for him to taste her again, there was something more that they both wanted.
He had to stand in order to properly align himself with her. It was a bit odd at first, the mattress beneath him sunk under his feet, causing him to be just a bit short of where he needed to be. However, she eased herself into the perfect position. He could now watch as he pushed into her; it made him blush to see his flesh disappear into Marrianne's hole.
He now had more control. While he began as she wanted him to before; with slow, deep thrusts, he quickly returned to the intense pacing that they were at before. He was discovering the ways to draw gasps from his caretaker and to increase the feeling for himself. They had barely begun when both found themselves absorbed in the pleasure.
Maxim greatly enjoyed the sight of her backside. He watched how her hole spread open as he thrust inside of her and how it clung on to him as he pulled out. There was a point it became to difficult to watch; it was hard to focus on keeping a proper rhythm with Marrianne, so he grabbed onto her curved bottom, which jiggled with each thrust, and he drove into her with a renewed vigor. He hadn't known, but from this position, his balls were slapping against her clit and it was driving her to orgasm. When he closed his eyes, it made him more aware to what he was feeling.
Her body was rippling around his flesh, stroking, squeezing, and caressing it all at the same time. Her fluid lubricated her insides, made it easy to glide in and out of her. Her movements were deliberate, always trying to take him deeper inside of her, where her body was really tight, yet would spread in the most delightful of ways around the tip. He wanted to tell her what he was feeling, even though she probably knew.
As their lovemaking continued, pleasure welled up inside the partners. That strange feeling returned - the sensation that made his body twist and tighten, made his shaft throb and grow thicker. He still couldn't find the words to describe it, but it urged him to thrust deeper and faster. She must have felt the same way, because her body tightened and she pushed harder against him; her lustful moans joining his sharp gasps and cries.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, muscles growing tighter; his fingers sunk into the soft skin of her rear as he squeezed. Underneath him, Marrianne buried her face against the mattress, twisting the sheets in her hands. For a boy that spent so much time studying, he had quite the stamina! She wouldn't last; he would bring her to orgasm. He would satisfy her need as well as any full grown male.
-Smack! Smack!-
His balls kept tapping at her clit. He was going to make her cum! He was going to make her cum! She felt him shake behind her, felt his grip tighten, and felt his shaft throb; felt hot fluid splash inside of her. Her entire body went rigid. She was cumming!!!
"Kanga!!!"
From that point on, many things changed. Their relationship would never be closer. Bath-time became a time of intimate touching and oral pleasure. Days were met with a cheerful demeanor; nights were filled with passionate lovemaking. Studies rewarded with sex. Neither was ever lonely.
As Maxim grew into an adult, he began to dominate her. He would tease her with sex until she would beg for his touch, but when it came time for his proposed marriage, it was an unsatisfying one. Although they bore two children, his wife would seduce the servants and they would argue often; it was only because their relationship was lacking, as he had more interest in a servant of his own. The two kept their secret well hidden, for it would put his bloodline to shame if word was to get out.
However, the guilt that Marrianne held in her heart drove her to an early death. She knew that she had been the cause of her Master's bitter relationship. She served him and his family well, until stress and age confined her to bed. The children cried when she died. Maxim, who had grown into a strong man, was not allowed to weep in front of his family. He had to retreat into his private study, where he cried and drank for several days.
His wife eventually bore a third son that was not his, but belonged to a silver tongued journalist that swept her in with sweet promises of lost paradises. In order to save face, a political plot was arranged. She was to take her child and marry the journalist under a false name. Under the cover of night, she was escorted to an undisclosed location where she would meet her lover; who, with gracious donations from Maxim, would soon marry her. To everyone but the three, it was believed that she died in a terrific accident when her private jet experienced engine failure and had crashed into the ground. Her inheritance would go to Maxim's son when he had reached of age, until then, Maxim would be the sole proprietor.
The children cried again. They were left without a caretaker, a mother, and a father. Maxim, who was now busier than ever, was often nowhere to be seen; business and politics monopolized his time and on the rare occasions that he was at home, he was often depressed and drunk. Not only had he inherited his father's wealth, but he had inherited his father's life. He wondered if his father too had contemplated suicide. He felt as if he had grown into a weak man, for he missed Marrianne so greatly. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist, press his face against her stomach, and cry. He wanted her to pick him up, hug him against her breast, coo to him, and kiss his forehead. He longed for the comfort and the security that she had provided him for all those years.
He thought about his children; was his son destined to the same fate that he had been? What of his daughter, who had started to seclude herself from the servants and her instructors?
He sat in his study and thought for a long time...
In the midst of night, when his bottle was empty, Maxim stood from his seat and picked up the telephone.
The next morning, his associates gathered in his study, and after a few grueling hours of pleading, debate, and argument, a decision was made and his associates flooded from his home with mixed expressions. Maxim remained in his study for the rest of the day.
It came as a rash decision and he was not sure if he made the right choice. He had bought a farm on the countryside and had sold everything else. He returned his wife's inheritance to her family and when they demanded his son, he refused, stating "I will raise him to the best of my ability, when he comes of age and if he so wishes, I shall send him to you and you can decide of he shall be your heir." This was agreed to be put into writing.
He resigned from his political position, sent a last large "donation" to his former wife and her husband, said his final good-byes to the servants, his associates, and his friends, and moved to the countryside.
Life at first was hard. There was some much needed adjustment. He was still a wealthy man; he was able to still afford certain luxuries. His children had a private tutor and were spoiled to a point. He quickly found that he had trouble with some of the tasks that his servants had always done for him; cooking was the most troublesome. Eventually, he hired a caretaker, a young woman, Amanda, who had a loving country heart and the accent to boot. She helped him with the chores and with the children; molding into part of the family relatively quickly. The children forgot about Marrianne altogether, however, he never did.
Sometimes the nights were difficult. He often lay sleepless, longing for the Kangaskhan's comfort and warmth. Alcohol lulled him into an uncomfortable rest from which he often had nightmares. He'd wake the next morning feeling even more tired then when he had fallen asleep. The thought of suicide still hung over his head. Often, he'd had trouble just leaving his room. But there were chores to be done and his stomach would growl at the smell of Amada's cooking. He was always happy to see his children, who had become much more full of life.
One day, after supper, he asked Amanda to stay while he went on an errand. She agreed without hesitation, so he kissed the children goodnight and climbed into his car. The drive felt longer than it should have been and he was alone for all of it. The radio was more of an irritant than anything else, so it was left off for the entirety of the trip.
He drove past his old estate, full of memories both good and bad. But his destination was beyond that, so he did not linger. He drove until he reached the cemetery where Marrianne had been buried.
When he came upon Marrianne's grave, he fell to his knees and he cried. He mourned her for a final time; for he knew that he must let her go, or else live in misery for the remainder of his life.
The sun had set when he climbed into his car and left. The drive returning home was even lonelier and more maddening than the first. The thought of leaving her made him feel completely miserable, he was anxious to get home. He just wanted to climb into bed.
He opened the door to his home with a sullen expression and Amanda greeted him with worry. He told her of Marrianne, but never spoke a word about her species. She consoled him and they spoke for several more hours, until he invited her into bed with him. She did not refuse.
He slept with her that night and the night after that. He eventually came to love her, for she had become the mother of his children. They were ecstatic at the news; his daughter pressured him of marriage, his son teased the new couple.
His lips crawled into a broad smile. While he may never love Amanda as he did Marrianne, he had found happiness and peace of mind. He had become a strong man.