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THe Following Story Series is Adult in nature and may contain themes of sadness, suicide, depression, drug use, alcohol use, and may sometimes contain adult scenes of a sexual nature between two consenting adults that will sometimes go outside the borders of traditional vanilla sexual encounters. If such things offend you as the reader please go back now and do not complain to the Author as i will be ignoring any complaints. You have been warned. Still Here? Enjoy the Story.

Part 3 - Washed Ashore Since the dawn of time the biggest question that all living things have sought to answer is about death and the afterlife. What happens when you die? Does your life flash before your eyes? It's hard to say. Perhaps it varies depending on the person and the situation. For Snowball it was like eternal black, not his life, not anything else just blackness. Darkness. And than a white light. It was if he heard echoes of voices, fading in an out, calls for "Move him, fast." "Losing the heart beat...." "CLEAR!" He saw groggy visions fade in and out with the voices before blacking out again. Was it days, months? No one knew. Well He didn't know. It was a few days before he started coming around. And when he was able to open his eyes and focus properly, he was staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. He had been airlifted to Duluth. But how, he had sank to the bottom. Just as he tried sitting up, the nurse had led Dekota, Lunabelle, Jacob and Marylou in, "Slowly. You don't want to wear yourself out that quickly." After helping him sit up the nurse left him with his guests and the stare down between Dekota and Snowball was as tense as a foggy harbor. But she dove into his arms and hugged him tightly, tearing up. "Dekota... I'm... So...", but she cut him straight off. "No, It's my fault. I pushed to too far, I said something i shouldn't have." But he shook his head, "No you were right. I was no better than my father." But Dekota was insistent, "And I could have approached that in a different voice, a different manner..." At that moment, Jacob chimed in, "It doesn't matter whose fault it was, what matters is Dekota he's back, and Snowball you're still breathing, not sure how." Even Snowball looked puzzled, "Yeah isn't that the million dollar question. "It's because of your double coat, " remarked Dekota, "Someone passing by saw you fall in or at least he said you fell in, and if it wasn't for that double coat of yours the doctor said you'd have been dead in 5 minutes flat. Just Why? Tell me why." Her voice began to shake.

Snowball looked at the other two and motioned for them to drop Lunabelle into his arms as weak as he was. When they did he said, "% minutes, guys. You mind?" And they both slipped out the door and closed it. He held his daughter as tight as he could with Dekota sitting on the bed next to him, "Do you know why I wanted to give her up for adoption initially?" he asked. "I thought it was because you weren't ready and couldn't support a child," as Dekota remembered the night of that conversation. "Half right. I wasn't ready than, I'm not ready now. But I didn't want to keep her because I was afraid I'd lose her. Like my mother, my grandfather, my sister....." The bovine wrinkled up her nose, "And you thought drowning yourself was a good idea? What the hell sense does that make?" He didn't disagree, "It was a stupid decision. I know it. I turned into a monster. I hated myself. I'm supposed to protect you not turn on you. Even I can't justify those actions. You know how close I came to giving in to pure rage and leaving you with a black eye? I would have hated myself for that as much as even considering it . I walked away, but that anger, that... that fear that you were right ate at me, and the dark voices just drowned me. I felt like such a worthless pile of trash that I gave up. Felt you both would have been better without me." She could see the pain in his eyes. He was never good at faking his emotions and she knew when he was hurting badly. It was bad enough her father had started the blaze, and instead threw fuel on the fire and made the inferno become a wildfire. Even she couldn't help but feel guilty for what happened. "Snowy, what good did it do? What good did running do?", she huffed. "Nothing. It's never a good idea to run, especially when your demons can outrun you and catch up. And it's hard to to resist those dark thoughts. You and i both know that." He sighed weakly trying his best to sort out his mind. But Dekota put her hand in his and held it up hugging the two of them, "No matter what happens, promise me......you won't ever leave me alone again and you'll keep me as close as you can. I felt so horrible that night. So alone." Snowball put his other hand over hers sandwiching it between his, "I promise, no more running. For both of you."

That answer satisfied her as she smiled, "I'll be back tomorrow, I have to work tonight. It'll be okay. I promise, just trust in me at least." Snowball nodded as she collected her daughter from his arms and quietly left the room. He fell back, head on a pillow as he sighed, "Did I really escape his shadow?" But outside the room and down the hallway, she ran into her father. He looked at her simply muttering, "Any reason you didn't tell me you were coming down to see him?" Uh oh. She wasn't in the mood and just let it out as bluntly as possible, "I can't imagine why I would tell the person who constantly berates my mate, puts him down, insults him and acts like a general asshole that I was going to visit him. You drove him to this and you know it. Albeit I didn't help much either but at least I owned up to my mistakes. I don't want you near him anymore. You've been trying to drive a wedge between us since we got together and this time it almost worked. I won't have it. What are you going to do when you do drive him off? Attack your granddaughter when she gets older? She's got his genetics in her too. Do us all a favor and just disappear. It would be better for her to have no grandparents than ones that are bad influences. Not like you ever knew how to take care of children, all you did was just buy my love, he at least shows it to his daughter." And she walked away not giving her father the chance to respond. But what she said cut him deep. He didn't buy her love, at least not intentionally. But they had the same personality and they butted heads often. He turned to look at the door that was Snowball room and put his hadn on the handle before removing it and walking away, deciding maybe this wasn't a good time. Perhaps tomorrow. But she did give him something to contemplate. Was Lunabelle any different than Snowball? He grunted angrily to himself but said nothing for the rest of the night. 's Snowball hated hospitals. The noises kept him awake all night. and being hooked up to a drip wasn't helping either. As far as the staff was concerned it was as the eye witness said, he fell into the river. But Dekota knew to keep her mouth shut, she knew what really happened because she knew he wasn't in a good place. But out of respect she said nothing. They would work it out when he got out in a few days. Spending all that time cooped up wasn't going to be good for his mindset but it was okay. At least the food was edible. But eventually he was strong enough to be released. Dekota had to work but she said Jacob would pick him up before they took off to head home. After getting dressed in his now dry clothing, he stood up, his discharge paperwork in hand when he heard a knock on the door. And when it opened, it wasn't Jacob. It was his father-in-law. He apparently opted to pick him up instead. And so it began again. "Where's Jacob?" Snowball asked. "He had to get something for the flight back," was the response from his father-in-law, Edward. Snowball snorted, "You're a terrible liar. But I see no reason to walk home either." T Hey walked down the hallway and to the elevator in silence. And as they waited it was Edward to break it, "That was pretty stupid of a thing to do." Snowball looked at the ground, "Yeah well at the time I felt she'd have been better off. Isn't that what you've always said. She deserved better than a mutt like me?" "Perhaps," was the response, "But don't you think if that was the case she would have left at the start? Maybe she was right, maybe she banked on the right horse." As they entered the elevator, Snowball looked over suspiciously, "What are you getting at?" But Edward gritted his teeth and huffed to himself, "What I'm trying to say is I don't like you, I never will like you. You polluted our family's dna and..." Snowball cut him off quickly, "I knew you couldn't bite your tongue for more than minute." But he fired right back, "Let me finish. As I was trying to say BUT anyone who can stand up and protect his own sister at 11 years of age so that she can get away from an abusive, drunk father.... anyone that can stand up for my daughter to a bunch of drunken frat boys, at least deserves some respect." Now Snowball knew he never told Edward about the latter. It was just said they met in literature class, "How in the world do you know about the latter, that's not what we told you." Edward grinned at Snowball for the first time since meeting him, "There wasn't a single phone call, letter or internet chat you two didn't have before you both moved in together that I wasn't aware of." And Snowball took the opportunity, "Said the man who can't even text or call when he'll be there." Edward made a snarky comment right back, "I didn't want to. That's beside the point. Maybe part of me was wrong. Maybe you have made a better life....at least when your not trying to drown yourself like a coward." He just shook his head and said, "You have no idea what it's like to be beaten down in life over and over again, to be told to do it on your own or your weak, that same thing you constantly beat into me. I'm not that person. I'm not someone who can do things by myself and even your own daughter knew that. Why make me be someone I'm not? Why think you know what goes on in my head when you don't. You haven't a clue what it's like to be me." And Edward agreed, for once, "You're right. I don't. I can't imagine what it was like and I don't want to imagine what it was like to be raised like that," Edward paused for a minute, something reflecting in his mind, "When I was your age, I used to work on an oil rig out in the Gulf. Hard work. Mans work. We were all responsible for getting our individual jobs done to keep it maintained and working. Well one day I had a problem, and I couldn't deal with it on my own. So after receiving so much ridicule and mockery I told myself that Shouldn't do anything I couldn't handle on my own. Something my own father taught me as a young boy." Snowball sighed as they walked into the lobby, "What does that have to do with me?" And Edward simply said, "Perhaps we're all wired different than we're raised to believe. and perhaps we're good at a single thing that we don't give ourselves credit for either. Father to Father. What was your first night home with Lunabelle like?" Snowball almost tripped. He had never been asked that before. "Sleepless, nausiating, tiresome. I felt like I wanted death to take me than and there. Why?" Edward nodded, having been through that twice before, "But it was worth it wasn't it? Maybe the rest of your life isn't easily lived on your own, but I'd say you stood up and raised Lunabelle from that say very well. Do you have any idea how many 2 year olds are never that calm? Look at my daughters, If only." Trying to be nice was causing Edward to be all over the place, but Snowball understood what he was trying to say, "So basically....." And Edward finally said something positive to the man who married his daughter for the first time in their relationship that wasn't a sarcastic comment or one of malice, but an observation that even his own belief's couldn't deny, "What I'm saying is that you are nothing like your father was. In fact from what my daughter was told me, you're lightyears away from him." That put a smile on Snowballs face as Edward helped him into the car, "One question." Edward looked at him, "What?" And Snowball said, "Does it get easier? The kid thing?" Edward shook his head, "It doesn't, but the will to raise them and keep them safe makes the journey worth it. And I suppose that perhaps,, maybe, one day Lunabelle ends up with someone just like you." It's doubtful Edward wold ever change his mind on species purity. But at this point he finally got a wake up call realizing that maybe Snowball wasn't as bad as he thought. Everyone else liked him.

It had been a very long and unpleasant holiday. Edward and his wife drove Marylou and Jacob to the airport with the rental car in tow before departing back to Texas themselves. Snowball tucked Lunabelle in for bed at the end of the night. Feeling drained and exhausted as he quietly closed the bedroom door and slunk down at the foot of the bed leaning against it, while Dekota sat there watching before crawling over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head on his. "Snowy, I can't remember the last time it was this quiet and it was just us....seems like ages." He raised his arms up and put thhis paws on her arms, sighing in a very deflated state, "You're father's not a total asshole when he isn't trying to be one." But Dekota simply raised an eyebrow at that, "Oh....?" Snowball looked up at her, staring at her big blue eyes, "He came to get me, not Jacob, don't know what happened or how that happened, but I wasn't complaining. He is right about one thing at least." And that's when dekota coiled back, letting go of him and sitting up on her knees with a look of disgust, "I told you he's full of shit and..." But before she could finish, Snowball cut her off finishing his sentence, "....I am light years from the man my father was." That caused the look of disgust and conern on Dekota's face to become a subtle smile. Perhaps something she said finally sunk in. "I'm still mad at you, Snowball," she chimed, "But at least you two sort of see eye to eye. But as for you....Honestly, I don't know. You're unpredictable, you have a very short fuse and to be honest, being that your father was a drunk, abusive sob, I'm surprised you haven't started downing three bottles a day." But he sighed. It was hard for him to even look at alcohol let alone drink it responsibly, but he managed. "I told myself from that day forward I'd never be my father but I just don't think life it's self has been fair either. Everything I've done I Failed at." "No," retorted Dekota, "You didn't. How many other people do ou know that played baseball professionally for an MLB Farm System team?" He looked back at her, "None." She nodded at him, "That's right. I know it wasn't the best of times, but you got to do it, right? Look at that wrecker out in the garage, miles from when you had it in high school, not to mention this springs rally championship, which I know you'll win. You have sibling-in-law's that love you, your best friend still hangs out with you, and you have a daughter who shadows you everywhere who wants to be like her daddy. And most importantly, you got me. And as angry as I a m with you for doing what you did, I can't sit here and not forgive you. I let you snake that kiss, Snowball. I questioned why, but I took a chance, and I don't regret it. And you shoudln't regret anything in your past either."

For the first time in a long while, Snowball smiled as he looked down at the floor between his legs. "Yeah, I guess you are right. I guess had I not have had my shin busted into pices, I would have never been forced to retire, and we'd have missed paths. Man that would have been weird, huh. I just wish I knew how to fight this voice in the back of my head." "Well that's easy," exclaimed Dekota, "You just picture everything you have in lilfe, everything you've deserved, and let it be your patroneus against the darkness." He smiled, "Nerd." and she chuckled right back, "Takes one to know one." It had been the first time in a while either was able to laugh. He generally bottled things up choosing to not bring anyone down with his own problems. And Dekota finally got a cork off that bottle, something she had been doing since they met. He always felt he had to take care of her in sickness and in health, not realizing that it went both ways. Whatever had happened, whoever was to blame, it brought them back closer than before. But he stood up, dropping his shorts to the floor, getting ready to crawl into his own bed for once to curl up next to his mate. But he was still a bit weak and fellt right back down on his butt. Raising one hand in the air he said, "I meant to do that." Dekota smirked, although a bit concerned that he wasn't back at his full strength. She scooted over and sat on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over his shoulders, "You sure? Looked like a hard fall there. I know you have a double coat, but I think I'm the one with the padding back there." Making fun of her size, her shape, something she learned to do from being with him. Roll it off your back as a joke, make fun of your self and they have no ammunition. She put her hands on his chest and without warning, her eye sparkled as she pressed her hooves over onto his sheath, squeezing gently and prodding at the tip. He shuddered at the feeling, pushing upwards instinctively. He couldn't resist it when she did this. And she knew it. "Pushing the right buttons tonight huh?" he panted softly as he shaft began to get bigger and harder between those cloven hooves. She sensually stroked his shaft, using the space between the hooves to guide her along the way. She made him ooze pre as she kept spreading it along the canine member, even tickling his knot. He was breathing heavily, despite being a bit under peak performance as he rolled over onto his knees and spread her legs as he used his thumbs to pull her lips apart and ran his tongue up the slit and over her clitoris, tugging at the piercing gently. "Hey waht are you....." but she fell back on the bed her eyes rolling back into her head as his tongue send shivers up her spine now. She gripped the sheets tightly, "Are you sure you're okay to do this?" But he kept his assault on her pussy with his tongue, making it clear he had no intention of stopping.

He had a serious habit of knowing how to make her feel jsut right. He drug his tounge up and over the piercing, up the center of her stomach, teasing her belly button ring before dragging his tongue up between her cleavage, up the underside of her muzzle and kissing her deeply. She put a hoofed hand behind his head as he broke the kiss saying in a soft warm tone, "I never could stay mad at you, because I love you too much to throw it all away over feelings of anger." Snowball smiled, weakly but he didn't let that dampen his mood as he held himself up as best he could. But she knew he wasn't at full strength and roll him onto his back as she sat on his chest, reaching behind to stroke him softly, "I got this tonight." And it was all that needed to be said. She leaned forwards and positioned his tip right between her lips as she slowly sat down, pushing him deep inside her, right down to the knot. She leanded down kissing the love of her life as they exchanged salive, with him pulling his knees up to hold her in place as she slowly started rocking her hips and teasing the full length inside her before starting to bounce softly on him. He reached up massaging her breasts , waves of pleasure washing over the pair, reunited once more, as she pressed down on his chest with her hands and picked her pace up, tip of his shaft prodding at her insides, poking and causing electical shocks of extacy to pulse through her nerves.

She leaned back as Snowball raised his knees up to support her back as she wrapped her arms under his legs to help support him aswell, holding onto his ankles as her glasses fell half off her face. And without thinking she whipped her head, tossing them with reckless abandon to the side of the bed, lost in their love making. She slid down on his cock, pushing herself forwards before pulling up and falling back to his knees, repeating her motions as the only sound was flesh inside of flesh and their combined moans and panting. Snowball gripped the bed sheets, as he bucked his hips back up into Dekota's pussy everythime she came down, meeting her in sync and pushing her deeper and deeper onto his shaft, his thick knot going in partially. "F-Fuck.... damn.....you fucking mae my pussy feel so good. Dammit boy, take me like your little bitchpup." Dekota moaned, her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each thrust. Snowball grinned weakly, holding her hips now, guiding her as she moved, "Yeah? Does my little bovine love how my thick canine cock feels inside her?" Dekota nodded, biting her lip trying to not scream loudly from the pleasure like she used to so they didn't wake their daughter. When she finally felt she could control it she stuttered from the pleasure, "You, you know w-what else I like?" Snowball was dripping with sweat now as he looked her deep in the eyes, "What's that love?" She leaned over him now laying her hands flat on his chest as she held his cock now right inside her and let his knot partially slip inside, "I love how my big, strong, kind-heated husky's warm and stick cum feels all over my chubby tummy." He grinned. She knew how to turn him on. He'd never admit to anyone but he was always attracted to girls with slightly chubby figures. And for Dekota, being able to be proud of that, to know that because he loved her for who she was, gave her the confidence to ignore the laughs and back talkers in public. Now she only cared what he thought, and she loved to remind him that it was that kind-hardheartedness that helped her become the person she was today. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her chest onto his as he nibbled on her ear, licking it's outline before playing with her nose ring. At that point, he spread his legs with his knees still up and pushed hers to the center as he summoned his strength, and held her down in position, rapidly pumping into her pussy, both of them feeling it now. He was going to make up for all the stupidity, hurt, and heartbreak he put her through over the last week. Not because he felt guilty but because he wanted her to know that as his mate, she was special to him despite him doing something irrational and dumb. To let her know that he'd never to something as foolish as that again.

Dekota's snatch began to quiver, her inner muscles tightened down hard making Snowballs invading member work even harder to push itself in. It wasn't long now. What seemed like a few minutes since he penetrated her was more like almost half an hour. He was good now at holding out, afterall he wanted her to cum first, he felt that she should suffer the most pleasure before him. It had never been about his needs, at least in his eyes. "F-Fuck, almost there, don't stop Snowy, breed me, take me, use me!" That was all the cry he needed to hear. He bucked up rapidly now, the slapping of his knot on her outer lips the only sound heard even louder than their heavy breathing, and as his cock went into her with a deeper push each time, he finally pierced her uterine wall with his tip and at that moment of minor penetration within her, she could hold on. Dekota buried her face into the pillow next to his head to muffle her orgasmic scream as she ejaculated hard, her femjuices flooding out of her pussy and covering Snowballs thrusting cock. He gritted hard as the warm flood hit his knot and soaked his sack, his balls smelling like his mate as it drenched him and pooled on the bed sheets. His bucking staggered for a few more thrusts, before he slammed his cock hard making dekota's eyes go wide as she bit the pillow and his knot slipped in. Dekota had tears down her face, which was normal, not because she was sad or being forced, but even after having a cub, she was very, and I mean very tight and it took a lot for him to get his knot inside her, in fact it stung for a few seconds causing her to tear up but she was okay because to her it was a good pain. He was now knotted to his mate and his own orgasm went off, flooding her pussy with ropes of hot, sticky cum that made her belly feel warm and comforted. , it didn't help either that his tip always penetrated her uterine wall when he knotted her so there was a good chance most of that cum was going up inside. This is why he always had to wear a condom if he was going to knot her. But for whatever reason, they didn't think about it. His shaft throbbed as he emptied his balls of his cum, and she felt every throb causing her walls to spasm in response milking him dry. But a canine he is and she knew she wasn't going anywhere for a few hours. He licked her tears away, "I'm sorry I hurt you." Dekota nuzzled her face against his, "Don't be, it always hurts when you put that knot inside me." He nuzzled back, sighing, "No I mean, for the last week. I'm still used to just bottling things up, turning my back on even my own friends and I just keep doing it over and over like something inside me doesn't want to change. I wish I knew how to wrestle with my demons and win. I'm sick of being like this. I really am." A line most people use, but he really did mean it and she saw the honesty iin his eyes. It pained her that she couldn't help, but as long as he kept her out, all she could do was watch him self destruct. "Look at me, Snowy. When I let you snake that kiss, the only reason I gave you my number was I felt something about you. The night we talked, in the diner, You were open and honest to me, told me about your demons and who you were and how you were afraid of hurting people you love. I felt something inside you than, something I feel now. I love you dearly, til death due us part. But you have to start trusting me. I won't judge you for who you are, something you taught me about myself. I'm your best friend in the world, Well next to Ace, but even he would agree with me, that NEITHER of us will judge you if you just open up and talk to us. I don't want to lose you. I stood here crying my eyes out because i thought I did. I provoked you and set you off. Doing what my father did was my fault and I am sorry for it. My mom thinks we need couples therapy." Snowball looked up again, not taking his eyes off hers, "And what do you think? You agree with her?" But Dekota just shook her head, "No. I don't think a therapist would help you, I really don't. I think the problem is something you can handle yourself, as long as you trust me, as long as you love me, and as long as you know, I will never and i mean never, think any less of you than the imperfect person who I fell in love with. And that imperfect soul of yours is what fits me perfectly. You have a heart, most guys don't. Most guys aren't in touch with themselves like you. That's why I love you so much. You see the world differently and know that it's okay to be who you are. If you just believe in yourself. Promise me, you won't ever bottle up and do this again. Please." Snowball nodded, "I promise." as he kisses her deeply, her long bovine tounge wrapping around his as she laid there on top of him, tied to her mate, in blissful happiness. The holiday had been a disaster, but it ended on a happy note, at least for them. But he was still weak from his attemped suicide and he fell asleep quickly, arms around her back and soon she would fall asleep too head nestled under his muzzle, the room silent just two souls breathing happily and the sounds of the crickets outside. And the only thought inside Snowballs head was 'You're the Best Thing About Me.'