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A Way To Ease a Heart
Love, a thing one person wanted to feel whenever they are alone or out there in the world. A place to feel such love exists ,but you have to find such said place before you find this love. Our story revolves around one particular pokemon and the many letters he has written to his secret admirer that was always there for him.
"Master Mayson, your coffee is here." said a Miltank who wore a french maid outfit as she enters the study room of the said master.
"Thank you Margrett, place it on the table please" said the calm Charizard in his work suit, except for the black suit and sitting on his favorite seat as he watch the small flames coming from the fireplace.
As instructed, Margrett proceeded to go through the room. The room had a wall of shelves filled with many books and folders on one wall, a desk was placed away from the fire place, a large portrait of the master, Maryson Burnwell, hung on the wall across the shelves and the master, seated on his large chair that could accommodate his wings, in front of the burning fire place. The reason why this setting was there was thanks to his interest on the gentleman years way back when. His estate is much the same as those of that time even though he is rich beyond anyone's knowledge.
As Margrett reached the small table ,that was beside the Mr. Mayson, could not help but look at him with an adoring face at him for in truth she admired how he works. He was a lawyer to be exact, defending those who request his services, but what really is admiring about him was one thing you never expect to see from the likes of his work. He defended those who are rightfully innocent, he did not care about those who are rightfully guilty. His responses to those type of people were just one good line, "I do not want my own hands to be shackled with lies when guilt soon creeps on me and soon kills me." He even defended those who could not have afforded his services.
Mr. Mayson, though focused on the flames soon found himself looking straight at Margrett as she placed his coffee on the table. He notices the good things of having Margrett as his maid, one, she was kind and generous, two, She was always happy to serve him as such his maid and three, she kept herself fit in mind, heart and not to mention body. She was not so... plump like her kind but still had that round look in her limbs, her udder is never protruding for it would have been awkward for anybody, even himself, her blond and curly hair always kept neat, but most of all, she looked gorgeous in the French maid outfit. Mr. Mayson soon snapped back to reality as the doorbell rang.
As quickly as it rang, Margrett asked if she should get it. Mr. Mayson said no, for you see he was expecting a date and if Margrett was ever seen, it would cause a false conclusion for her to be in the estate.
Margrett bowed to her master and proceeded leaving the study room, though her heart wanted to stay and see if the master has succeeded in finding that right woman for her. Returning to her quarters inside the estate, she wanted to tell her master whenever he failed to find that right woman to his life. A pang of pain crept up in her chest as she heart the joyful but proud sound of the woman entering the home of master Mayson.
The next morning, Margrett checked on her master which only rendered her surprise. On the bed was nobody, the bed was neat as it was as she left it that evening. She soon traversed the many rooms of the estate as she grew worried if he and the woman from last night did anything. She checked every room, room after room she could not find her master and she was finally in front of her master's study once again. It was the last one she needed to check and soon found him in his chair once more, but there was one good difference than yesterday. He was frowning, a glass of beer was on his claws and slouching none the less.
Mr. Maryson did not find his girl to be on that Weavile. All night long she wanted to hear herself talk as they gone through with the date. His head was aching and throbbing, hearing her speech all about herself and not ever asking about him. His search for the right woman was once again at a dead end. He was depressed but after seeing Margrett as she looked at him like the woman of sympathy from the skies above. His spirit was refreshed somehow and soon enough was back to his old self, scratch a few sad feelings lingering in his heart. "Good morning to you Margrett, did you have a nice sleep?" He gave her a toothy smile.
Not swayed by his expression of good morning, Margrett looked more sad at her master 'Another failed attempt' "Yes master, I have but I cannot say the same thing about yourself. Should I help you up to your room?" She was trying her best to sound concern to make him feel that there should be a way to calm his saddened heart. At the mention of help, Mayson practically stood up from his seat and looked at the maid in front of him. "No, but thank you, I can get myself to my room Margrett" and as he said, went and gone up to his room
As he left Margrett felt extremely sorry for him. She wanted to make him happy since she had admired his kind heart throughout her time as his one and only help in the house. She thought deeply in her mind how to make the large male smile and be happy. She thought hard inside his study room until the scent of beer shattered her thoughts. 'I never do like him drinking' She was disgusted as to why men and even a few women drink such a strong tasting concoction. She immediately cleaned, arranged and even sorted out his things in his studies room. "At the rate that I work for him, I'd say I'm his wife for all I know" she smiled to her own joke until it snapped into her. "What if I was?" she asked herself but quickly dismissed the idea. "Like he would ever want me... but if he thought he had somebody..." her expression soon grew to a hopeful one "He just might stop trying to find her and he would be happy" She even went on punching the air in triumph but soon found herself asking her solution "But how do I do that?" She went thinking deeper and deeper in thought while her master was busy cleaning himself off up in the shower.
'Why am I so unlucky?' He asked himself as the water rain down on him. 'Is it because I'm a lawyer?' He kept his tail away from the water like any other Charizard would. 'Is it my power to persuade them all I can do?' His head was there on the wall. 'Or was that I have no such luck in the world to find "her"' His heart was never at rest ,but in this moment it felt like it had stopped for his sadness to get to him. He cleaned himself as best as he could remembering all the other girls that had never been "her". The Lapras that wanted to be with him wanted his money, the Infernape that wanted to live with him wanted to see the view and the riches as her own, the Lucario that wanted to be there for him wanted his power, the Skitty wanted to be his bitch only wanted to have senseless sex and that Weavile wanted to be heard only wanted to hear herself. All of them and many others were all not "her". They all never wanted him as himself but the things he had or even posses. He felt so dumb to think and the thought about them made his blood boil like there was a flame that wanted to explode, yet his heart was getting weak and cold as his sorrow freezes it in a cage of no such love. Hope was leaving his mind as he finished his short bath and started to get himself dressed for a long morning nap. At least his bed never betrayed him, just like Margrett is in this house.
Margrett thought hard for a plan to make her master happy and relieved from all the problems he had been to, but nothing seem to enter her mind as she continue to get all her chores done and finish it all. She cleaned each and every other room, washed the laundry, tidy up every bathroom as well as the master's, wipe all the windows, dusted the floor, beat the rugs, set the table, set the beds except for her master's and soon it was time to get the mail. As the maid went out to the front lawn, the tall hedges cover her from the outside to any perverted eyes, as she took the mail and then it hit her like a train in mach 9. 'The mail!' She looked back at how the mail could be the solution but it was too obvious. She was the only one in the house getting the said mail and she is also the one placing the mail. It was the perfect cover and it was the only way to prevent herself from being suspected as the sender. She quickly rushed inside the estate as placed all the mail for today on the table and rushed back into her room.
'I should thank my mother for all the letters she sent me' Margrett thought as she took the many unsealed letters that was sent in this house. The only thing was some of them were addressed to her while others are not. Thankfully, these letters never had its sender's address written since her mother never expected to find replies form her. 'This is perfect with this I can finally express myself and not get caught' She thought as she could finally express her inner desire to the one man she wanted to loose her virginity to, Master Mayson.Chapter End Notes:Review/Comment/Criticize I need to hear if my writing/typing/grammar gone better. I'm still looking for contacts who could help me with the Naughty bits in my Stories so that my stories have a bit of life in it.
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"Master Mayson, your coffee is here." said a Miltank who wore a french maid outfit as she enters the study room of the said master.
"Thank you Margrett, place it on the table please" said the calm Charizard in his work suit, except for the black suit and sitting on his favorite seat as he watch the small flames coming from the fireplace.
As instructed, Margrett proceeded to go through the room. The room had a wall of shelves filled with many books and folders on one wall, a desk was placed away from the fire place, a large portrait of the master, Maryson Burnwell, hung on the wall across the shelves and the master, seated on his large chair that could accommodate his wings, in front of the burning fire place. The reason why this setting was there was thanks to his interest on the gentleman years way back when. His estate is much the same as those of that time even though he is rich beyond anyone's knowledge.
As Margrett reached the small table ,that was beside the Mr. Mayson, could not help but look at him with an adoring face at him for in truth she admired how he works. He was a lawyer to be exact, defending those who request his services, but what really is admiring about him was one thing you never expect to see from the likes of his work. He defended those who are rightfully innocent, he did not care about those who are rightfully guilty. His responses to those type of people were just one good line, "I do not want my own hands to be shackled with lies when guilt soon creeps on me and soon kills me." He even defended those who could not have afforded his services.
Mr. Mayson, though focused on the flames soon found himself looking straight at Margrett as she placed his coffee on the table. He notices the good things of having Margrett as his maid, one, she was kind and generous, two, She was always happy to serve him as such his maid and three, she kept herself fit in mind, heart and not to mention body. She was not so... plump like her kind but still had that round look in her limbs, her udder is never protruding for it would have been awkward for anybody, even himself, her blond and curly hair always kept neat, but most of all, she looked gorgeous in the French maid outfit. Mr. Mayson soon snapped back to reality as the doorbell rang.
As quickly as it rang, Margrett asked if she should get it. Mr. Mayson said no, for you see he was expecting a date and if Margrett was ever seen, it would cause a false conclusion for her to be in the estate.
Margrett bowed to her master and proceeded leaving the study room, though her heart wanted to stay and see if the master has succeeded in finding that right woman for her. Returning to her quarters inside the estate, she wanted to tell her master whenever he failed to find that right woman to his life. A pang of pain crept up in her chest as she heart the joyful but proud sound of the woman entering the home of master Mayson.
The next morning, Margrett checked on her master which only rendered her surprise. On the bed was nobody, the bed was neat as it was as she left it that evening. She soon traversed the many rooms of the estate as she grew worried if he and the woman from last night did anything. She checked every room, room after room she could not find her master and she was finally in front of her master's study once again. It was the last one she needed to check and soon found him in his chair once more, but there was one good difference than yesterday. He was frowning, a glass of beer was on his claws and slouching none the less.
Mr. Maryson did not find his girl to be on that Weavile. All night long she wanted to hear herself talk as they gone through with the date. His head was aching and throbbing, hearing her speech all about herself and not ever asking about him. His search for the right woman was once again at a dead end. He was depressed but after seeing Margrett as she looked at him like the woman of sympathy from the skies above. His spirit was refreshed somehow and soon enough was back to his old self, scratch a few sad feelings lingering in his heart. "Good morning to you Margrett, did you have a nice sleep?" He gave her a toothy smile.
Not swayed by his expression of good morning, Margrett looked more sad at her master 'Another failed attempt' "Yes master, I have but I cannot say the same thing about yourself. Should I help you up to your room?" She was trying her best to sound concern to make him feel that there should be a way to calm his saddened heart. At the mention of help, Mayson practically stood up from his seat and looked at the maid in front of him. "No, but thank you, I can get myself to my room Margrett" and as he said, went and gone up to his room
As he left Margrett felt extremely sorry for him. She wanted to make him happy since she had admired his kind heart throughout her time as his one and only help in the house. She thought deeply in her mind how to make the large male smile and be happy. She thought hard inside his study room until the scent of beer shattered her thoughts. 'I never do like him drinking' She was disgusted as to why men and even a few women drink such a strong tasting concoction. She immediately cleaned, arranged and even sorted out his things in his studies room. "At the rate that I work for him, I'd say I'm his wife for all I know" she smiled to her own joke until it snapped into her. "What if I was?" she asked herself but quickly dismissed the idea. "Like he would ever want me... but if he thought he had somebody..." her expression soon grew to a hopeful one "He just might stop trying to find her and he would be happy" She even went on punching the air in triumph but soon found herself asking her solution "But how do I do that?" She went thinking deeper and deeper in thought while her master was busy cleaning himself off up in the shower.
'Why am I so unlucky?' He asked himself as the water rain down on him. 'Is it because I'm a lawyer?' He kept his tail away from the water like any other Charizard would. 'Is it my power to persuade them all I can do?' His head was there on the wall. 'Or was that I have no such luck in the world to find "her"' His heart was never at rest ,but in this moment it felt like it had stopped for his sadness to get to him. He cleaned himself as best as he could remembering all the other girls that had never been "her". The Lapras that wanted to be with him wanted his money, the Infernape that wanted to live with him wanted to see the view and the riches as her own, the Lucario that wanted to be there for him wanted his power, the Skitty wanted to be his bitch only wanted to have senseless sex and that Weavile wanted to be heard only wanted to hear herself. All of them and many others were all not "her". They all never wanted him as himself but the things he had or even posses. He felt so dumb to think and the thought about them made his blood boil like there was a flame that wanted to explode, yet his heart was getting weak and cold as his sorrow freezes it in a cage of no such love. Hope was leaving his mind as he finished his short bath and started to get himself dressed for a long morning nap. At least his bed never betrayed him, just like Margrett is in this house.
Margrett thought hard for a plan to make her master happy and relieved from all the problems he had been to, but nothing seem to enter her mind as she continue to get all her chores done and finish it all. She cleaned each and every other room, washed the laundry, tidy up every bathroom as well as the master's, wipe all the windows, dusted the floor, beat the rugs, set the table, set the beds except for her master's and soon it was time to get the mail. As the maid went out to the front lawn, the tall hedges cover her from the outside to any perverted eyes, as she took the mail and then it hit her like a train in mach 9. 'The mail!' She looked back at how the mail could be the solution but it was too obvious. She was the only one in the house getting the said mail and she is also the one placing the mail. It was the perfect cover and it was the only way to prevent herself from being suspected as the sender. She quickly rushed inside the estate as placed all the mail for today on the table and rushed back into her room.
'I should thank my mother for all the letters she sent me' Margrett thought as she took the many unsealed letters that was sent in this house. The only thing was some of them were addressed to her while others are not. Thankfully, these letters never had its sender's address written since her mother never expected to find replies form her. 'This is perfect with this I can finally express myself and not get caught' She thought as she could finally express her inner desire to the one man she wanted to loose her virginity to, Master Mayson.Chapter End Notes:Review/Comment/Criticize I need to hear if my writing/typing/grammar gone better. I'm still looking for contacts who could help me with the Naughty bits in my Stories so that my stories have a bit of life in it.
Email [email protected]
or PM m