The plane touched down at Mistralton City, shaking off several hours of travel on the flight. Artemus, timid as ever around the people, had her tail between her legs like a scared Pokémon, her ears low as she saw the sight of new land from the nearest window. Once they were allowed to exit the plane, she followed meekly with the rest of the crowd, along with her companion Jonas. She timidly got through the taxi to the gate, looking about to see the few other gates of people, shaking within her clothes as she felt so many eyes staring at her - guards and passengers alike.

Jonas walks beside Art, scanning around as they got off and moved out the plane. He reaches around Art placing an arm upon her side rubbing it softly to help calm her. He could hear the thoughts of all those around them, picking out a select few, looking over at a couple gaurds thinking on why they were allowed here. He was ready for this, though; reaching into his bag and pulling out a couple cards as they reached the scanners handing one to Art. "Just do the usual, but hand them this. It's the witness protection card the Jenny's gave me to allow us to be here."

Artemus stopped and stood with Jonas, then blinked when she saw him hand her a card with her picture on it... listening to his words. She could only nod then, her mind not yet ready to decide on what to say. The nervous Raichu followed the cordoned off lines that would lead them to the security checkpoint. All around she could see all the new Pokémon... even outside to see a flock of rufflet and braviary for the first time, flying past. The guards themselves had their own helper Pokémon; many of them choosing a canid like Herdier, and one in particular having a Krokorok at his side... no doubt for intimidation. She could only gulp in fear... no doubt this would be picked up on by the other Pokémon around as she looked ready to panic by the imposing personnel.

Jonas too, noticed the new ones all around smirking some as he read a bit of their minds though gets difficulty with the croc. He picks up on it being part dark knowing he'd have to study up on the 'mon in this area. He kept his hand at Art's side, trying keep her calm as they got their turn at the sensors he setting down their carry-ons, letting Art go through first.

Art looked herself over, thinking to herself... among other things, not recalling that she had anything particularly suspicious or alarming in her pockets, as the guards more than the screening machine made her nervous. After which, she tentatively took her steps through, hoping to find clear passage into the region... listening for any alarms or tones.

Art would get through with relative ease, the guards taking the card and, while giving an upturned brow, they nodded and let her through. Jonas, after moving through, would be stopped though they stating that Pokémon weren't supposed to be allowed, even with special permission. They used the excuse that they didn't want any diseases or sicknesses from the other parts of the world infecting their own. Jonas rolls his eyes and shakes his head, telling them there's a paper in his bag showing he was fully vaccinated and completely clean. After a slight grumble, and a check with a Herdier of his bag, they nodded and let him through. He thanks them being nice as he gets his stuff and moves near Art smiling at her "See? No problems. Now, let's go, get the rest of our stuff, and get on our way."

She watched tentatively as Jonas experienced more difficulty with the checkpoint than she, until the two were together to grab their luggage, looking to see an officer with a name placard with their names on it - much like a driver would to pick up their designated passengers. She approached the officer then, checking the badge and then revealing her card, wondering where the Jenny's that flew with them went.

Jonas moves with Art, grabbing their bags, and using his mind to tug a couple behind them, as they moved to the officer. Jonas smiles, still playing the negotiator, speaks up first. "I see you are our trip to the white forest then. I thank you for working with our police and allowing us a safe haven in your land." The officer, which was a long haired red head, a piplup at her side, responded, "Yes. It was surprising to be contacted so soon after opening our doors to the outside world, but the mayor was quite willing to offer up a home for you, so we agreed. You can call me Tia; now come. I'm sure you are more than ready to settle down and rest." She led them out to a large van made for long trips.

She nodded, looking quite weary for the travel, and having her nerves practically frazzled in anxiety and fear the whole way. "Yea, well, I'm sure that if politics are involved, they'll find some way to work it as an angle in their favor," she comments quite cynically.

Jonas couldn't help but chuckle a bit, shaking his head. "Alright now, Art; they are offering us help you need be nice." Tia just laughed, herself helping them put their stuff in the van and letting them in to sit in the large reclining plush seats. "Oh, no worries there I'm sure they are only doing this to better relations between the two. Sit where you wish; we have a player and TV you can control with the remote and the seats recline if you wish to rest." She closes the door and goes around climbing into the driver's seat, her piplup taking the passenger seat. "We have a decent little trip ahead of us, I'd say about a 30 min to an hour's drive. There's also a bit of food and drinks in a chest in the back; I keep it stocked to allow my passengers to relax."

"That's surprisingly thoughtful," she states back to the officer, relieved with the relative courtesy once they got out of the airport... and finding the more desirable seating more of what she needed. Though again, her tail would have to go under her legs... these obviously not made for anyone that had a tail. She sat up and rubbed her forehead, trying to gather herself some more.

Tia wastes no time pulling off and starting on the way. Jonas looks over at Art seeing her sitting up rubbing her head "How you feeling Art?"

She could only sigh.. it wasn't as if she didn't have a lack of reasons to feel such stress. She was now officially to call this new, unfamiliar land home. She had no family or friends here. More importantly, she had no idea whether any of her skills or talents would be of any use to anyone here. Her current appearance didn't help matters either, as she began to wonder about it more. She already experienced a bloody, and painful heat before when under the 'care' of Team Rocket's capture... she wretched in the thought of going through that again and again for the rest of her life.

Jonas looks at her and nods, reaching out and fetching the remote, holding it over to Art seeing if she wanted to channel surf or pick a movie. He was really sure what he could say right now to make her feel better, just letting her sort through things for now. "Actually, Jonas, I'm more thirsty," she comments, taking the remote to satisfy his motions, hoping her friend could get her a good, cold drink. Jonas smiles, getting up and moving behind the seat, getting her a bottle of water, stumbling a bit as he gets back into his seat.

She helped him get back as the van continued to move, taking a swig, the cool water helping some. She continued to take deeper breaths as she then used the remote, turning to have a look at what kind of news went on here, and to try to get herself to cope with the new life that had been forced upon her. Another drink helped dull the ache of stress, hoping to soothe her already fragile ego and id.

* * *

The ride would be a mostly silent one, as Art scans through the few main stations. They eventually reached a large forest and after another few minutes the van stops Tia calling out "We're here." The house was a simple 1 story house. It was made of wood, and had a natural look the only other building in the forest clearing being a fancy looking 2 story house.

She stepped out when she had the chance, stretching her tired legs, her weary body and eyes looking curiously... the place fit its moniker - the trees and the home bore the whitest of bark and trees she'd ever seen; it looked like either a mutation or that they'd been bleached clean. She noticed the relative lack of... anything else, other than the road that they rode in on, and back at the home, which looked all too similar to her old home on Fuchsia, shutting her eyes to try and not get homesick already.

Jonas steps out, working with Tia to get their items out, before moving to Art looking at the house. "Well they weren't lying about the name, and definitely just getting started up here." Tia goes to the door and unlocks and opens it waving an arm smiling "Come on in."

Artemus obediently nodded, following the officer into their new home, her tail swaying slowly and low. She stuck close with Jonas as she looked about, her strengthened senses able to pick up more smells readily.... and noticing from the scents that this home had just recently been built as well. In fact, the place did feel like all new property. She was also rather stunned that the place was pretty well furnished, wondering just what kind of funds went into building it.

Jonas looks around, giving a small whistle seeing it fully set up and everything. They had said it was already furnished, but this was full already. Tia smiles, staying at the door, pulling in the rest of their items the bowing. "I'd give you the tour, but I'm needed back at the airport to return the van, and then get to the station and start my shift. The Mayor is home if you need anything, and the phone is in the main room, with many number you might need. Welcome to Unova, and hope you have good times here."

She nodded, giving a thankful wave to the officer, letting her get on her way, still looking about. "Well... I guess we won't need to worry about most of the furniture..." she commented... as everything here was new. Her curiosity compelled her to look about, checking the drawers for anything that might be left there for them.

Jonas gives thanks and she closes the door leaving and starts his own looking around. Pretty much everything was already there they would need. Food was in the fridge and cabinets. Cleaning items, and hygiene things stored away. Towels, rags, toiletries - it was all here. Only thing really missing was clothes and entertainment items outside of a basic TV.

With the living room and kitchen accounted for, she headed down the hall to see the restroom door, and then the single bedroom... inside being a large bed. It looked awfully inviting with how weary she was... but resisted the urge to crawl within its sheets to get some much needed rest... checking the closet and then the dresser respectively, looking through its drawers to see what else might be in them.

Jonas would circle around from his check going with Art to the bedroom, his eyes too falling upon the bed. He moves over near her smiling and reaching out to give a gentle tug of her long tail. "Hey, how goes the search? Find anything worthwhile? Seems be they have us pretty set up for the first few weeks or so, with food and other things."

She looked back at the bed... with only the one bedroom, that would imply they thought they were lovers, and would be sharing the bed together. Even so, it felt awkward that they would indeed be sharing such a close space thinking of it consciously... as she then sighed to see something she was hoping was a joke.... but finding much to her dismay, wasn't. She frowned wordlessly, procuring some boxes of 'feminine hygiene' products... no doubt meant for her.

Jonas sees her locate the female items, reaching out and uses his psychic to move them from her hands walking over "Don't let it get to you, Art. There's a bag of men's razors in there for me, it seems. They just put stuff in here for a male and female. A good thing there is a guest room with a bed in there too, so we don't have to sleep together."

She gave a sigh and simply leaned into his touches... finding herself feeling more comfortable in his grasp than anywhere else... tiredness beginning to catch up to her finally as she fought to stay awake. Jonas blinks as she leans back against him, his arms slipping around her a bit nervously. He looks at her and smiles some, then tightens his grip about her, nose smelling her scents "I know you're tired Art, it's been a long day. Why don't you get some rest? I'll handle unpacking."

"I'd be... a real jerk if I let you do that by yourself," she comments reflexively... knowing that if she was this tired, he had to be feeling very similarly... for now, it seemed, she was going to let them stay in the same bed, too tired to fight the social stigma that it would imply.

He nods, smiling at her. She was right, and he was quite tired, and the other bed seemed like a mile away. He looks over at the bed with a sigh, then back at her. "Then what do you say we take a nap, then take care of unpacking when we get up? You get yourself ready for bed, and I'll go lock the door and get our stuff moved out the doorway, and into the main room." He reluctantly breaks the hug and moves out the room, leaving the door open.

She nodded in agreement, finding no reason to question it further... bed rest was what both of them needed, as she turned away when he stepped out of the room, taking her time then to get out of the clothes she'd had on for nearly a full day without rest. Her arms weakly pulled away her shirt then, trembling some as the fabric rubbed at her breasts some more, seemingly teasing her chest then. Then after removing her top, she unbuckled the belt to remove her pants... leaving herself bare as she was putting these on... she sighed, feeling vulnerable... more now than ever. She dared not to look herself in the mirror, simply brushing her hair aside... hoping that he would have some underwear she could still put on now in her luggage... yet the bed called to her to come hither this moment.

Jonas would secure the door, then after moving their luggage into the main room with a simple psionic lift, noticed Art's clothes bag. He grabs it and heads back to room, calling back as he neared the door. "Hey Art you forgot your bag in here-- ah..." He pauses as he reached the door, seeing her standing nude taking a breath a slight blush on his face, as he quickly gathers himself. "Ah, you left your bag of clothes here," He tosses the bag to her, playing it normal like how they used to when he caught Art changing, just shrugging it off and not staring at her body, despite having to admit she had a nice body. He turns around after stepping just outside the door, pulling it to behind him. "Call when ya done."

She felt the bag land on the bed.. which was convenient. As she then opened to find something that she could wear, finding a pair of briefs that still would fit her, and then a looser, clean shirt to put on her upper body... with the weather as it was, there was little reason to put on more. She turned then and set the duffel aside, ready to crawl into bed. "alright, Jonas..." she said with a tired smile. Jonas had cooled down by time she got clothes on, stepping back in smiling at her. "Well, guess let's get into bed. Looks like we'll have to share the covers, long as you don't steal them as you like to do."

She lolled her head tiredly as she smiled nervously with his statement. "I didn't even know you were in there at the time, geesh," she said with a wine, settling herself in and looking back up at the male that would be joining her... finding differing thoughts running through her head more. Jonas chuckles some, slipping into the other side, smirking. "Well, I was resting in the hall and your dad scared me, so I teleported somewhere safe. You know how abras are, we teleport at first sense of danger."

She smiled again, her tiredness obvious. "Yea, and I made it up to you the next day, didn't I?" she comments, feeling his presence on the bed, and his body's warmth joining hers under the sheets, her tail practically unmoving as she reached up to feel his rounded head.

He smiles looking at her reaching over, running a finger along her cheek "If you think you need a little help falling asleep, I can do what I did last night." He kind of wished they had a TV or radio, to give some white noise to help ease her mind. She simply drew closer, her timid frame simply leaning till she was close.. close enough to touch him... resting her head on his chest. As she heard his heart beating... she had the soothing sense she needed... her eyes shutting to the world as she could no longer stay awake, falling into much needed rest.

Jonas just laid still as she drew near, unsure if he was wanted to react to this or not. Though seeing her close her eyes and feeling her grow heavy upon him, he slips an arm around her. He smiles able feel her mind go at ease as sleep took her, he closing his eyes and shifting about joining her in sleep shortly after.

* * *

The two bodies passed out through their first night in the new region, sleeping in relatively intimate company. art went under first, into a deep and lucid dream, her body pressing against her friend's during the night under the covers, as she dreamt of more... pleasant, things. she whined some in her sleep... as she felt like her dreams were playing with her, her mind trying to get to what her imagination was bringing before her. her tail twitched about through the night... with nothing to hit, she went on in unhindered sleep, grinding against the nearest body to her... that of her one friend in the world.

Jonas slept peacefully, barely moving in the night after rolling to the side and ending up in the spooning position. He grunts a bit, with Art's moving her grinding against him causing a stirring in his loins, the tip of his canid shaft peeking from his vent. Whether it was fortune, or misfortune, their combined positions caused further... tension within Artemus's nethers, her body subconsciously pressing into it in her sleep, being taunted by its warmth through the night, making her give soft moans in her sleep as she held herself in the embrace of a lucid, pleasant dream... one that seemed so far removed from her reality.

Jonas tightens his hold about her, as he grew out fully between her legs the thin fabric of clothing possibly the only thing keeping them from mating in their sleep. He too started slipping into a dream state of him with a female, grinding atop his shaft. He seemingly able to feel the wetness and warmth upon him. Alas, the dreams continued to play with them, teasing at what could be... or couldn't be. Her briefs grew damp as they ground against the fleshy mass, her legs keeping his hot maleness pressed snug against her body, right where her dream seemed to want it, her breaths short and sharper...

Jonas's face contorted some, as his hips start to work on their own, starting to move against the growing wet spot. His hands move some and gently grip her breasts, as the blurred female in his dream starts to take a familiar shape but still too blurry to fully make out. The grinding stimulated some part of her body... because she then shudders in her sleep, as her body leaked, soaking her briefs then, making the fabric wettest where it held between his genitals and hers. Jonas gasps and grunts, the grinding and sudden wet warmth being too much, and he cumming too. His shaft pulses, and thick seed gets shot out before them pooling up near his tip leaving a thick musky scent built up under the covers, as the pair become still again.

Art's dreams continue to be lucid, feeling what she could only imagine as the pleasant feeling of afterglow in her own intimate dream... the figure in her visions being kind and endearing... which made her press against the body she felt further... her psyche desperately trying to hold on to hope. Jonas fell back into a deep sleep, though he stayed hard and gently pulsed as his knot had slipped free and swollen. He kept his firm hold upon her, hand slipping back around her gently nuzzling and breathing softly upon her neck.

The dream went on, until they awoke, her eyes straining as the sun's rays filled the room easily, seemingly resonating off the fresh, white wood that the house was made of... she looked about hazily, her eyes repeatedly trying to blink into focus, when she saw that she was pressed pretty close to Jonas then... ".. nnnwhat happened last night?" she ask quizzically... she could remember the dream... she could remember them being tired... and it felt so vivid... yet elusive as well. Jonas had been slipped back into his sheath, but Art's words and moving stir him from his sleep. He shifts a bit with a grunt, as his shaft once against slips out some giving a gently prod to Art's rear. "Hmm uh?"

She looked at him peculiarly, feeling something hot pressing at her... and another, feeling her fur all matted... like it was at a prior incident... she then squirmed as she felt she needed to look down, afraid of finding out. Jonas grunts again as he shifts and pulls back some, before sitting up. "Morning Art; did you sleep well?" He gives a long yawn and hard stretch, the covers falling down to a nice tent he was making from his hard shaft, though he paid it no mind. He mostly wasn't thinking about how him and Art had just been sleeping quite close, and she a female.

She looked above the covers to see that he was indeed quite aroused, staring at the humbling tent he had. "damn... how'd you manage to fit that in a girl, jonas? magic?" she said, blurting out her thoughts in shock. Jonas looks at Art, blinking a moment before following her eyes, jumping a bit and grabbing for covers to cover himself up to hide it till it went down. "Oh, uh, well, many are snug or tight around me but I manage. It..um does help with the larger girls, though; and able give them pleasure before seeding them...ah." His grab at the covers would have somewhat revealed the wet spots upon the sheets from their dreams.

She could only stare at the matting of her fur, and the dried 'release' on her briefs, trembling a bit nervously around the very... active male. She started to feel a bit fearful... understandable, as she didn't know just how much her curse had been in effect, and she still had answers, confusion and concerns about how she managed to survive... it didn't add up. her body was covered in the seed of feral males, and yet she is still alive to look at him... it didn't make sense, not with seeing what her blood did in reaction to the hormones that a body would produce when it is pregnant.

"... how... could I have lived through all that?"
Jonas tilts his head as she seemed frozen. He snatching the covers away, seeing her wet shorts and splotches upon the bed. He looks at her a moment, still trying piece together what happening though his mind already went back to their position and his dream. "Lived through what, Art?"

"You... seeded me too... just like those Pokémon," she trembled at the thought. "yet... I didn't end up... how am I not cursed? how is it that the curse hasn't already taken at my life, Jonas?" she starts to panic, her anxiety growing visible as she sat up on the bed, tense and nervous. Jonas holds up a hand to halt her assumptions. "Calm yourself, Art. I don't think I seeded you. First your boxers are still on, so unless I went up a leg doubt I went in you. Second, why is there wet strings a bit from the spot on the bed where you were laying?" He doesn't wait for her answers, rolling over and reaching over her rubbing at the far spot with a finger, and smelling it then at her wet spot and giving a sigh. "The far is mine and while yours has my scent, I doubt I have mated you."

She shivers then, hearing him suggest, and confirm that he hadn't taken her in her sleep... and yet, why ddi it feel like he did? and more weirdly... why did she seemingly wish it? "I... I'm sorry, I... it was... just such a vivid dream," she comments, feeling her forehead. "I... I was dreaming... I'd cracked the curse. I felt like... I could live a peaceful life again... that I had... found someone, and found myself willing... it was so surreal," she continued, finding it more awkward now to talk about it.

He looks at her, raising a brow and giving a nod. "I had one, too; where I was grinding against a female between her legs, and it seems that it was really happening. The figure was blurred and couldn't make her out though. I kind of remember a long thin tail and lithe young body...Anyways, seems we both had our own little wet dreams, and while I don't think I went inside you as you'd know it. Ya know, seeing my size, but if I could Art I wouldn't mind checking to make sure, as evidence would be easily for me to spot."

Artemus, still timid and trembling at the thought, whined in resistance... feeling timid about her body even in front of her only friend... but, how else would she know for sure? She already had enough stress with trying to work out a solution to her complex genetic code, and finding the accursed genome she feared most to cure herself. She didn't need the added stress and anxiety of fearing a pregnancy, with no way of analyzing herself for sure...

"Alright... I'll let you check," she said, taking a soft breath, tentatively.

Jonas nods, taking a breath, glad that he had relaxed enough to hide himself. He shifts a bit, moving the covers and getting around in front of her. "Okay, remove your shorts and lay back, spreading you legs. I got to give a small peek inside to see if there's any inside you. Your short are wet anyways, so you need to change."

Artemus trembled, looking back at him, then at herself... resenting her vulnerable body. She looked away, tail under her legs. Reluctantly, she then slid her shorts and underwear down, leaving her bottom bare. After tossing them off the bed, she turned again toward Jonas, looking at him meekly, fearful and saddened... fearing the worst. Fearing that of all those in this world, it would be the only being left in the world that would have done such a thing to her.

Jonas looks at her in the eyes, reaching over and gently rubbing a hand along her leg. "Art, you know I wouldn't do this, unless I had to; and would you rather me just take a small peek in you, or have to use one of those pregnancy tests, or have a doctor poke prod and examine you all over to make sure you're okay?" He shifts close to her, bringing a finger up to set it against her lips to halt her response. His other hand, moving down between her legs to her soft female folds. He pauses as he touches against her, gently rubbing her slit a few times to slicken up his finger, before giving a gentle push against her entrance.

The weary geneticist simply trembled more as her body was bared, her thighs forcibly opening in reflex to the touches that Jonas started with. Art gasped sharply at the feel against her body. Though the sensations left her mind confused, she appeared visibly pained. No thanks to the trauma she experienced, she feared anything sexual, her mind recalling the pain of rough, feral males with no consideration other than to fill her fat with their eggs. She tensed as Jonas' finger finally slipped inside, hiding her face with her hands.

Jonas sighs some, gently pushing his finger into her gently rubbing along the bottom of her channel. He looks up at her, running his hand along her cheek softly, knowing she hated this. "Art, I know what you're thinking, but you shouldn't detest your body so. I'm sorry this mishap happened." He doesn't feel the usual stickiness of a males seed, but he had to be sure. He couldn't chance letting her get fertilized. "You feel clean, but I have to see to make sure. Just give me another moment and try to relax."

Artemus tensed all the same, shaking on the bed as she was examined... used like a plaything. Tears forced through anguished eyes as she kept her hands and arms hiding her face, finally biting her lip as she was prodded and probed, while her body continued to betray her. Her channel grew warmer at the invading limb, her tail stiff and trying to cover her sex with it as it shook like a leaf about to be blown off a tree.

Jonas shook his head, as she was breaking above him. He holds out a hand pulling a small flashlight on the dresser to his hand. He clicks it on and peeks down inside her, not seeing any semen residue. He turns it off, the item in her collapsing then fading away letting her close up. He sits up, reaching over and rubs her belly gently, trying relax her. "You're fine, Art. There's nothing in there you can relax."

The rai gal closed her legs, bringing her arms down from her face when she hears at least some assurance, relieved that at least she wasn't seeded... her breath wavered, uneasy and anxious. She drew in air in the relatively unfamiliar home. her mind was still clouded with confusion... but also defeat. She was no longer the confident, assured geneticist that she knew herself to be... or the man she used to be. She felt... vulnerable, weak, and above all... helpless. her gaze fell low, looking down at herself, and at Jonas's hand at her belly, wondering how long she had... until it would finally break down. She began to wonder if this is what it was like to know that they have lost... before it all crumbled to pieces.

Jonas looks up at Art, before rising up to sit before her. He looks over seeing the sun rushing and looks back at her smiling. "Well, seems we slept through the night. Guess we better get up and all. Have get a few items and all, and get you some fitting clothes." He climbs off the bed, reaching over and tussling Art's hair some before stretching.

Artemus nodded, sitting up then, taking off her shirt as well, which had been stained with some of his 'fluids', as she finally rose to her feet, standing nude and nervously drawing a breath, feeling a nervous, dirty feeling coming over her, looking around, and seeing what she reasoned was the bathroom door. "Yea... we should probably get some supplies, but I need a bath," art replied, reaching over to open the door and head inside, her tail dragging sadly behind her, as her broken self esteem kept her going through the motions. She looked inside the plain, clean restroom, looking for some shampoo and some soap... and then wondering if a bar of soap would even work with her having a fur coat like this now.

Jonas watches her, frowning some wondering if there could be a way to at least raise her self esteem or confidence. He goes to his bag and pulls out a bottle of fur shampoo, walking to the door and tossing it to Art. "Hey, catch. This works better than bar soap." He smiles and waves, calling back as he heads towards the kitchen "Don't be too long; I'm going see what we got to cook for breakfast."

She turned when she heard his words, and saw the tossed bottle approaching her. Reflexes worked quickly enough to allow her to grasp the bottle, seeing what it was. "Um... thanks," she replied, before turning on the shower for her first time, expecting to wait... though the new plumbing allowed it to pour through quickly, and soon at the temperature she set them to, approving of its ability to quickly and gradually adjust. After assessing, Artemus stepped in, shutting the semi-transparent curtain behind her as she let the water soak her frame, fur and hair damping and clinging to her body as she felt it soothe sore muscles. She looked again at Jonas's bottle... it claiming to be unscented... and for her sake, hoping so.

Jonas hears the shower turn on, and while a thought of peeking on Art, he shook his head to dismiss it. He had to behave and control himself around her, she was having enough problems without him coming onto her and all. Though he knew in time, they would face her heat and while he was sure he could control himself, could she? He shook his head again, while he needed to think on this for now they had to get settled here and hoped her biology could wait. He went into the kitchen, and started looking around finding a few things for a simple meanl of ham and eggs.

She did at least try the bar... until deciding it was futile with her body... and accepting the fur-specific soap. it had a biting tingle against her body, wondering whether it was the chemicals thta were put into it... wondering if those that made it ever really checked for that sort of reaction. Begrudgingly, she continued, turning the showerhead away to lather her body up, as her mind continued to wrestle between her past self, and looking at her current form.

Jonas was in the kitchen, gathering the items and starting to cook the food. As he looked, he had a pen writing on a piece of paper, writing down anything he noticed was missing or wanted. He moves items he needed to the stove and started prepping things, many items glowing a soft purple, as he used his powers and still kept everything sorted out, as he still thought on how to help Art.

Eventually the flow of water audibly stopped, as there was more time for Artemus to get herself ready for the day. with no clothes at the ready, she had to employ the largest towel they had to wrap her body with.. feeling compelled to keep herself covered. Even then it only ended up enough to cover her chest and waist, as she hurried to her duffel, body dripping little bits of water as she searched for a change of clothes...

Jonas was now at the stove, cooking the food properly, though still had the pen going but on another sheet of ways to help Art feel more at ease here and all. His sensitive ears pick up on the water stopping, and he pulls the paper and pen over to him setting them down. He pulls out a couple glasses and sets out plates and silverware, starting to finish the food the scent starting waft through the house.

Artemus finally stepped out, having dried herself and put on some clothing, stepping out of the room and heading toward the food she smelled, blushing and relaxing as he prepared her meal. She meekly smiled as she saw him behind the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room. "... it smells good already," she comments, as she took her seat.

He looks over, smiling at Art; he looking a bit more at ease. "It's close to done. I have a list done; why don't you give it a look over see if there's anything missing." He sends the pen and the shopping list to art to look at, he adding the finishing touches to the meal.

She nodded, taking the list and looking through it in a cursory glancing. The usual stuff was there, as well as some simple ingredients to make their preferred dishes. Seeing nothing particularly off-putting in food, he nodded in agreement. "looks like everything's in order here," he said, then getting to the list for art's clothing... sweat dropping at the first item on the list - underwear.

Jonas sets the food on the plates and carries them over to the table setting one before Art. He smiles as he reaches what they had get for him. "Fun part is going be getting you a good wardrobe, that can fit, and look right. I figured for around town and at home, we can get by with letting you keep wearing men's clothes. They allow men to wear women's clothes, so I don't really see the problem with it. Downside, if we ever need to go to a fancy gathering or need to look presentable, we'll need to get you a couple female outfits. Oh, and much as I know you really don't want to, but well I'm leaving this up to you. You thankfully develop large breasts, and in all right are a bit smaller than normal, so technically you could get by without wearing a bra. Yet again though if we have to be presentable, it couldn't hurt to have a couple." He stresses a bit on presentable, in an annoyed tone for her, pausing after finishing letting her answer as he moves to fill their cups with drink.

She only looked between him and the list... again, feeling that society was trying to force her to conform to a body that she did not want... much less was born with. She knew the situation was going to come up eventually, but it isn't like she was looking to do any fancy do's anyone or anywhere. but chances are they would expect her to be wearing such things for an interview. Begrudgingly she sighed, knowing then she wouldn't have much of a choice... as she sets the list back down without answering, trading a fork and spoon in its place to go on and have some breakfast before any further talks would sour her appetite.

Jonas comes back and joins him, looking at his silence as he sat down. He didn't want Art to feel like he was forcing it upon him, but even if Art hated her body, it was still hers now. While they could act and play like he was still a male, his body was now a females, and biology would require them to at least accept that fact. He wasn't going to push the idea of female clothes, though, as he knew it would be quite some time before they needed look presentable anywhere.

Artemus sighed some... she knew she wasn't looking forward to any of that. He had to know she wasn't looking forward to any of that. She only emitted a pained 'cha...' of dismay, as the various images of feminine stereotypes came running through his head; again with the mental anguish.

"Well... maybe we can see if there's a store nearby we can at least pick up some of this stuff at."

Jonas nods, reaching over playing a free hand over hers. "I know you hate what you are now, Art. But you have to play the cards you've been given. I'm not saying give up on becoming what you were, but till we find a way to change you back, you'll have to play the part so to say. You can still act male and dress male after all; isn't that what tomboys are?" He smiles at her, pulling his hand away and eating a bit more, hoping this little bit of info would help her view it differently.

"Even tomboys have to wear panties... and deal with periods, Jonas," she states... she found it amusing he'd bring it up... enough to quirk a smile across her face again.

Artemus felt her tail swishing about behind her. If these... feminine things weren't so violent on her body already... this might not have been half bad. Oh god, did she just think that?!

Jonas chuckles a bit, with a smirk looking at her. "Oh, and guys had it easier? What, with our getting hard-ons at the simplest pervy thought, or first thing in the morning. And then sitting down wrong or getting hit in the groin, and ending up crippled for a few minutes after?"

She sighed sadly... "yea, but do you know what that first heat felt like for me? or the uh... period, afterward?" she replied back, wanting to fold her arms together... "and at least with a guy, it's hard not to enjoy sex at least," she continued again... also recalling the painful memory, of being raped by ferals and feeling them trying to breed her... unsuccessfully... another mystery that was gnawing at her.

Jonas nods, giving a sigh. "Yeah, I felt the memories when I showed them. I'm sorry I couldn't have been there for you, but they had me tied in and strapped into a psychic suppression suit. Besides there's a reason it's called rape, my dear; it's not supposed to be enjoyable for the one that's its getting done to. I know for a fact, any females I've been with and many others enjoy it."

Artemus simply sighed... it was hard for her to believe, given that it's been the only experience she's had as a female... and the only one she'll likely ever be able to until she could figure out how she didn't get pregnant... and was still alive to be here with him today. "I still don't even know how I could be alive after all of that..."

Jonas reaches over and takes a drink, shaking his head some "I'm not sure myself, Art. Maybe something they did or goofed on. Though really, I would be quite happy it didn't happen. Would you rather have a child you don't want and die? How do they say, take your blessings you got, or something like that?"

"you've seen the tests, Jonas... just having the hormones in my blood was enough to melt the sample, and ruin a perfectly good microscope," she extends her hand in disbelief... if anything, being part Pokémon now would have assured one of them could impregnate her... and have accelerated the process. At least, it should have meant that...

Jonas nods a couple times. "Yes, I did; but yet here you are. Something is wrong. and that is probably what saved your life. And we have to figure out what. Well once we find a means to...."

"Yea... the laptop could crunch the genome, but that would take entirely too long for each sample and test. And even if we did find something to go make a serum with, we have no way of synthesizing it, or the chemicals, to even do a trial run. simulations get more accurate over time, but they don't always match up with what actually happens in a lab," she comments, looking downward as she didn't know where to look... between him, herself, or... somewhere in between.

"Well, you still do have your knowledge and knowhow thankfully, but would the scientific community really believe? I mean, sure, they'd be easier to convince than the police, but then doubt they'd let you use a lab for such a reason. Well, unless you share your discoveries with them."

"The pursuit of science has always been to disseminate and share new knowledge with the community," she comments. "It's the businesses that bankroll such experiments and research that seem to have such odds with this basic principle." Jonas shrugs, and shakes his head. "It's worth a shot to at least try. Our funds are going to run out fairly quick out here."

"Even more if we tried to go for this cure on our own," she said sadly... hoping she could at least find the answers she needed... and knowing that currently, she didn't even have the right equipment for a blood sample, so she could at least get her current genome on file.

Jonas rests his arms on the bar, tapping his thumbs together. "Yes. Much as I hate to say this, your cure will have to wait till we get some form of help or money flow." Art did not like that...for obvious reasons. The raichu gal sighed and set her plate down then, returning to the long, emotionless face. Finally, she rose to her feet, taking the plate with her then to clean it up... still stunned that they had such a home to come home to. "Whelp..." she continued, giving a sigh. "we've got the day to go see about getting what we need... and see if we could find something I can do for money that would be allowed with whatever identity the police allowed me to have."

Jonas turns, frowning some, seeing her fade back into sadness. He had to do something; she couldn't work in this state, but what. He could stud sure, but they'd probably want him test and all from it. Then it doesn't have the greatest pay. He doubts he could get a normal job being a Pokémon and all. He shook his head standing as well and going over to clean his "Yeah we can at least get the few things we need, and maybe get you a couple fitting outfits too."

"I just hope I can get on with that, without some trying to give me a hard time," she said... it was going to be a venture for a wardrobe now... given that she didn't even know what her sizes now would compare in women's clothing... or how to get whatever her measurements are now to fit in men's clothing instead. And she just had that sinking feeling that anywhere where she could get fitted would give her a hard time like she somehow should have always known. Jonas smiles, reaching over, laying a hand on her shoulder. "That's what they have changing room for, hun. Sure, you'll have to use the female ones, but they don't have a rule against you trying on men's clothes."

"But I'd still need someone to take my measurements and see what size I am now," she clarifies her voice, hoping he'd understand what she meant this time. Jonas looks at her, and shakes his head. "Oh Art, you've done it before yourself. Unfold them, and hold them against your waist to see if they work. If they are close, take them and a size or two above and below, then go try them on to see if fit. No need for any specialist tailor to wrap their tape around you. I know you don't want that, as they'll tell you your size in females clothes not males."

"... point taken," she said, quirking a look back at him... having forgot about that in the relative turmoil. Jonas smiles, rubbing her shoulder a bit, before turning towards the door. "Well shall we get going then?" She nodded, taking a breath and sigh. "Might as well..." Jonas shook his head, reaching back and gently hooking it behind her back, coaxing her towards the door. He wasn't looking all that forward to getting her clothes, but it had to be done.Chapter End Notes:The two will need to find a way to generate a sustainable income if they are to have a semblance of a normal life... or even the funds to acquire the necessary equipment. And the new genes, instincts and biology are wracking on what remaining sanity the geneticist has left. Is there light at the end of this proverbial tunnel? Stay Tuned