{"sf1_id":1247596,"sf2_id":"JewAV6bn","title":"Bringing home the new Additions.","author":"Xoka Moon Daimon","words":1151,"posted_at":"2017-10-10T17:47:30.000Z","tags":["Character Development","Doberman","German Shepherd","Human","Lesbian","Love","No-Yiff","Puppies","Story Progression","Terrier","adoption","affection","domestic"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1247596-bringing-home-the-new-additions","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/JewAV6bn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b6/dd/b6dd5cf1-b1cf-47ff-bd33-d3fbb6ffe94b","description":"The lezzie couple bring home their puppies :)","content":"“If you could only see, the beast you made of me..” \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Bry sang as she jogged her way back home. Kells was there organizing the house for the pups that would arrive in a few \u0026nbsp;hours. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She was anxious. \u0026nbsp;Bry could tell. \u0026nbsp;She could read it in the tension that liked to \u0026nbsp;settle right between her shoulders and \u0026nbsp;between her \u0026nbsp;furrowed brows. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Coming inside, setting aside her \u0026nbsp;mp3 player \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;she wrapped her \u0026nbsp;arms around her girlfriend and took in a deep breath. \u0026nbsp;Kells relaxed instantly. And even offered up a bubbly \u0026nbsp;giggle in gratitude. \u0026nbsp;“I have to finish puppy proofing the house.”\n\n  \n\n“It’s been puppy proofed, and \u0026nbsp;puffed and prodded, and \u0026nbsp;prepared in every single way possible. We have enough kibble for all three of them for the next few months. \u0026nbsp;We have \u0026nbsp;toys , we have \u0026nbsp;beds, \u0026nbsp;we have \u0026nbsp;leashes, \u0026nbsp;and food dishes. \u0026nbsp;We have the yard \u0026nbsp;mowed for them to run around in. \u0026nbsp;We did all the things, now it’s time for Mommy Kells to relax while Mommy Bry \u0026nbsp;fixes her some lunch?”\n\n  \n\n“Lunch \u0026nbsp;does sound good.”\n\n  \n\n“Good.” \u0026nbsp;Bry said with a peck on her lover’s cheek then she released her. \u0026nbsp;“Let me do a quick shower and then I’ll make you my famous quesadillas. We still have tortillas,right?”\n\n  \n\nKells giggled, \u0026nbsp;Bry turned around. \u0026nbsp;“What?”\n\n  \n\n“Nothing, I just love when you say \u0026nbsp;things with your \u0026nbsp;Spanish accent….”\n\n  \n\nBry \u0026nbsp;offered a little smirk. \u0026nbsp;“Well they are Spanish words. \u0026nbsp;How else would I say them, huh?” she then clicked her tongue and winked as Kells continued to giggle, like a girl with a crush only it was on her current partner, and not \u0026nbsp;some stranger across \u0026nbsp;the food court or classroom or \u0026nbsp;workplace…. Etc.\n\n  \n\nShowering, \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Bry let the water flow heavily \u0026nbsp;as if symbolically rinsing the stress out of her own shoulders. \u0026nbsp;She hated letting anyone see her \u0026nbsp;be anything but calm and collected, and in control. \u0026nbsp;But the shower was her confessional, her sanctuary, her asylum. \u0026nbsp;She offered many offerings to the shower god, \u0026nbsp;in tears, \u0026nbsp;in \u0026nbsp;orgasms, in sighs, and \u0026nbsp;spanish rambles as she \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;tried to process out the part s of her day she didn’t feel \u0026nbsp;comfortable bothering Kells \u0026nbsp;with. \u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nLike right now, \u0026nbsp;was getting \u0026nbsp;3 dogs \u0026nbsp;a good idea, would it strengthen or \u0026nbsp;weaken their relationship? \u0026nbsp;She didn’t want to lose Kells \u0026nbsp;by voicing this when she was so set \u0026nbsp;on having all three of them and they already paid for them. And \u0026nbsp;Kells looked so happy fussing about making sure everything was perfect….\n\n.\n\nBry kept her long, long, long hair \u0026nbsp;up in a tight bun and told herself she’d wash it later. \u0026nbsp;She didn’t feel like \u0026nbsp;fighting with it not when she had to make the quesadillas and \u0026nbsp;then \u0026nbsp;they had to bring home the puppies. \u0026nbsp;On second thought. \u0026nbsp;Maybe she should? \u0026nbsp;She couldn’t decide. \u0026nbsp;Bry’s hair went down to her ankles so washing and \u0026nbsp;styling her hair took hours. \u0026nbsp;So she kept it in a bun and just \u0026nbsp;splashed water on her face. \u0026nbsp;The stress wasn’t leaving so she changed the pressure of the water under the waterhead to pulsating and then \u0026nbsp;she groaned in pleasure \u0026nbsp;as the water \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;beat between her shoulder blades.\n\n  \n\nShe offered up a prayer, \u0026nbsp;a prayer to her \u0026nbsp;ancestors, \u0026nbsp;it was who she ever prayed to. \u0026nbsp;It wasn’t \u0026nbsp;a fully fledged belief system more like hobbled together by what worked at the time, \u0026nbsp;and praying to her \u0026nbsp;ancestors worked always. \u0026nbsp;Without fail. \u0026nbsp;She always prayed in Spanish. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She felt they heard her better that way. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Once she voiced her concerns in a prayer under the \u0026nbsp;altar of the shower head .. pouring holy water from the city she loved the most, she felt her great grandmother’s voice, who she \u0026nbsp;spent every \u0026nbsp;day with up til she was \u0026nbsp;3, and formed some of her earliest memories with the sound of her voice, and the \u0026nbsp;smell of her hair, and the soft yet strong feel of her hands… once she \u0026nbsp;voiced her stresses, she got a reply, \u0026nbsp;not with words, \u0026nbsp;but with \u0026nbsp;a deep \u0026nbsp;almost telepathic, \u0026nbsp;primal \u0026nbsp;before words, feeling of \u0026nbsp;just knowing, that things would be okay. \u0026nbsp;That things would be \u0026nbsp;alright, and that she needn’t worry. \u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nTurning the shower off, she went and got dressed, \u0026nbsp;then went to the kitchen to \u0026nbsp;make lunch.\n\n  \n\nOnce they were done eating. \u0026nbsp;They got in the car to drive to the Shelter. \u0026nbsp;“You spent a long time in the shower, is everything okay?” \u0026nbsp;Kells asked. \u0026nbsp;Bry went quiet for a moment. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;“Yeah, \u0026nbsp;just \u0026nbsp;couldn’t decide if I wanted to wash my hair or not.”\n\n  \n\n“Ah, \u0026nbsp;okay., just checking.”\n\n  \n\nBry turned on the radio and the two of them started to sing to the song that was playing. They almost didn’t want to get out of the car, cause as per usual, \u0026nbsp;when it’s time to get out of the car, \u0026nbsp;that’s when the good song comes on. \u0026nbsp;But they did, \u0026nbsp;and \u0026nbsp;were laughing as they lowered the seat in the back for the doggy cages to sit securely.\n\n  \n\nTorush was waiting for them \u0026nbsp;when they \u0026nbsp;came in. \u0026nbsp;“Ms. Santiago, Ms. Kramer, \u0026nbsp;Good to see you both \u0026nbsp;again. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Are you ready to meet your new additions to your family?”\n\n  \n\n“Yes.” they said in unison. \u0026nbsp;Then \u0026nbsp;he guided them to the \u0026nbsp;pick up room, \u0026nbsp;and then helped them \u0026nbsp;carry the cages out to the van. \u0026nbsp;They got the \u0026nbsp;doggies squared away and then were on their way. \u0026nbsp;Kells drove again so that \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Bry could keep an eye out on the puppies.\n\n  \n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n  \n\nIt was dark in the room where the \u0026nbsp;cage was kept, and cramped, \u0026nbsp;Mavery didn’t like,it, but she could hear Iyke \u0026nbsp;scurrying about in his cage next to her. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And Batz sleeping. \u0026nbsp;Batz. she couldn’t believe she’d be sharing humans with … Batz. .. of all the dogs? Batz?\n\n  \n\nThey were moved and then \u0026nbsp;Iyke kept \u0026nbsp;yapping. And yipping, \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;and scurrying about in his cage. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Mavery \u0026nbsp;stayed still, tail curled around her body, \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;eyes looking around at the wide world she could see in between the bars.\n\n  \n\nBatz opened an eye and \u0026nbsp;looked around, \u0026nbsp;perked an ear up \u0026nbsp;as he heard \u0026nbsp;that they were outside. \u0026nbsp;Then \u0026nbsp;they were in a bumpy \u0026nbsp;dark room again. \u0026nbsp;Mavery \u0026nbsp;whimpered, \u0026nbsp;Iyke. Would. Not. Sit. Still… \u0026nbsp;at all. \u0026nbsp;Just a ball of restless energy.\n\n  \n\n“Ooh, look at \u0026nbsp;him, Iyke ,he’s gonna be a blast to run with, so full of energy, look at him, it’s okay little guy , we’ll be home soon.” Bry \u0026nbsp;said as she held out her hand in front of his cage and he sniffed it and then \u0026nbsp;licked it. \u0026nbsp;Bry smiled. \u0026nbsp;\n\nThe drive home went relatively quick thanks to minimal traffic. \u0026nbsp;They backed into the garage of their \u0026nbsp;ranch style home that Bry inherited from her mother, \u0026nbsp;8 years ago when she passed. They carried in each puppy one \u0026nbsp;cage at a time. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Saving Batz, the biggest one for last.","series":{"name":"Shelter Dogs: A Non-Yiff Puppy Adventure","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1244257-kennel-a-of-the-rescue-shelter.json"}}