Ch. 59
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--Wendy--
I should've done it sooner, but better late than never. I expected some resistance, some argument. I expected him to pull away, or distance himself, but he didn't. When I took his hand, he simply squeezed his fingers and walked with me. I couldn't say what we talked about. Everything. Nothing. I could say we didn't talk about the only thing I wanted to know; when I would see him again.
He'd become my best friend. Challenged me in a way nobody else ever had. Not to meet all the expectations I pinned on myself, or to try and prove I was better than someone else thought... he challenged me to be a better kind of me. To listen. To care for more than how things looked.
And he was leaving, I wanted nothing more than to follow. But he challenged me, and I found myself wanting.
Damn it all, but it hurt to know it. I'd only just begun to mend broken friendships, and figure out what went wrong. I wasn't going to do anything but give him one more thing to worry about, and that was the last thing he needed right now. With that creep hunting after his absol, he couldn't afford the distractions. He needed to be able to focus, and I needed to be stronger.
I needed to be stronger, and I wasn't going to get that by following him. Not yet. But I'd make myself someone who could stand at his level, if I had to drag myself over hell and creation to do it.
So I resolved myself for it. To do exactly that. Staccato and I would manage, until I found more friends. I'd make him proud... I'd make myself proud. It was time to stop walking in the shadows of all the people who told me what I could or couldn't. My own, included.
Between now and that parting though... I needed this. I needed his hand in mine. To know that he wasn't pushing me away. That he had room to take my hand, too.
At lunch, nobody objected, when I pulled him away. We didn't go far, not really even out of earshot, but it was far enough.
I tried to find the words but they all died on my tongue. I tried to smile but all I did was cry. I tried to tell him I'd be okay, but even that was too much. So I just wrapped my arms around him, while he took all of my worries... all of my insecurities.
I don't know what I was expecting, his strong arms wrapped around me. I wasn't expecting that. He held me. That was all he did. Whatever I thought I wanted, I just had to trust him. He held me, and I wept. It took a while before I calmed down again.
I realized Staccato would've pushed... and I'd have given in just to not be alone.
Once again, I had something to think about because of him.
I had a lot of work ahead of me, didn't I?
--Trainer--
I wished I could've done more for her, but the fact was... I was glad to be getting some distance. I couldn't save us both, and I still had no answer for how I felt about her. The last thing I wanted to do was something I might want to take back later. So I held her, until she was done crying, and then I took her back to camp, and let her chat with the girls while I cooked dinner.
And when I went to bed, it was with the distinct feeling that I didn't have half as much say in the world as I wanted. Penance all but buried me in her thick fur, and Tempest cradled my head in her lap, heavy hand stroking over my head as I dozed in and out.
Claire said something, it didn't quite register, but suddenly I was too tired to keep my eyes open.
Vivid visions of violet danced in front of my eyes. Flowers, lilac, swaying in the breeze. The lilac became Claire's eyes, searching mine. The petals her skin brushing against me. Whatever questions she had, I couldn't make sense of. A feeling of standing on the edge of a narrow precipice. The wind to push me towards the edge, and a hand pulling me back.
Wendy, small, and fierce, her eyes locked to mine for what might have been the last time, as she left. Doing what I could not. Looking after my girls when I couldn't. Finishing what I started. The scent of lilac, and that girl, small and fierce and bruised and dirty, with feet that ached so much Claire had sympathy pain. She'd carried the burden I couldn't, and brought my family back to me.
I understood, as the lilac danced in the breeze, Claire was scolding me, gently. I wasn't quite asleep anymore. Not entirely. Instead, I was crossing that field she had conjured up in my mind, my hand taking hers, instinctively reaching out to pull her into my embrace. A deep, soulful kiss shared on a level nobody else could ever have experienced. Her mind and mine creating every sensation, every taste, the warmth and the need and the gentleness beyond anything we could ever have felt consciously.
It wasn't just her permission, it was her request.
One that everyone, I was made to understand, had agreed upon.
It wasn't about me, or how I felt. It wasn't about tomorrow. Here, and now, Wendy deserved to know that she was recognized.
When I awoke, the tent was empty, my girls had all migrated around the low burning fire, and were talking to Wendy, hushed tones and her deep blushes and giggling betraying the general tone of the conversation. As I approached, she looked up, and, as if caught in the headlights, froze. A moment passed before Penance gave her a bit of a shove, breaking the spell. Wendy didn't say a word, as she closed the distance between us, simply took my hand and led me back to the tent.
Penance, to my surprise, followed after us. The others remained, circled around the fire, idle banter and animated conversation, a chorus of laughter here and there.
As though Wendy weren't in the middle of shyly fiddling with the buttons of her shirt a few feet away.
--Penance--
They were right, but it was still a little bit much to ask of me. For all the things she was, how complicated things were, this was a hard ask. But she needed it, and maybe he did too.
I don't know how Claire talked me into it exactly. She said a lot of things and it all kind of made sense, and then there I was, tugging Wendy's clothes off of her, my broad, hot tongue taking in the taste of her skin, intimate caresses of all of her femininity, while my master watched with a hungry fascination.
She didn't hesitate, her hands slipping through my fur, kissing me and touching me, her blush as I tickled sensitive places, as my nose brushed between her thighs, lapped at her until she was dripping with more than just my own affection. And then I put on a show for her eyes, taking master into my mouth in front of her, deep and slow, his hands teasing my ears gently until she got the nerve to interrupt.
I didn't object, moving to the side as she took her place there. I'd never expected to see this side of her. I knew that she'd been put through her paces by Staccato, but she didn't even flinch at the idea of master in her mouth. Deep and fast, while I moved behind him, my tongue cradling his sensitive orbs from beneath, lapping at them, slow and gentle, until he trembled between the two of us.
When he pulled away to lay her down, I growled, taking his hand between my teeth, and dragged him down, instead. He didn't argue, as Wendy straddled his hips. He understood as well as I did, this was going to be the best way she could have him. The one she knew best of all. She'd trained her whole life for this. She was going to give him something only she really could. The same as the rest of us.
As for me... I wasn't going to get nothing for it. I stood above him, raised my tail high. Wendy got the point as she began to rock back and forth on his cock, her hands slipped through my fur, gripped my hips, used me for leverage even as she put her tongue to work.
My best friend was tonguing out my dripping wet pussy while I watched over my shoulder as she took my master's cock. If Wendy was going to take her pleasure with my mate, she owed me the same.
I was glad she was on the same page... but I didn't realize exactly what that was going to mean.
Her fingers, first... then her whole hand, a tight, heavy knot, her fist pushing deep inside. Pumping, hard and fast as I bucked and writhed and was overwhelmed by it all. Master watched, his own hips bucked and rocked, rutted against the girl I'd grown up with. Took her, claimed her in that moment. If only for that moment. I wished I could've held back the way she made me yelp, to say nothing of how wet I was. The sounds were humiliating, and it only made it worse, I was dripping and dribbling all over him, and master... he just teased me even more, his hands tugging on my teats and sliding up between my legs.
When we found climax, true climax, we did it together. He flooded her, she trembled inside me, and I gushed all over both of them. If only for one night, the three of us were truly together. I was hers as much his that night, and Wendy joined me as she surrendered herself to him, completely.
We didn't stop until morning, my tired tongue lazily lapping at Wendy's flooded sex, cleaning up what still dribbled out, as he watched, waiting for his turn.
--Claire--
A little push, a little nudge. A little perspective. She didn't need to be his, forever. She wasn't like us, bound to him in such a way. Not yet. She'd find her own way. Maybe that meant coming back to him, but that could only happen if she knew that somewhere in the middle of all of this, there was a place for her. A place for her to be honest with her feelings, and to know that he was, too.
When they spoke in the morning, it was with easy camaraderie. They went over the plans again, still distinctly separate, but with clear goals of meeting up again. Whatever happened between those two places, it wouldn't erase the care and regard they'd had for each other. We gave them this, they could figure out the rest. Neither promised love, or to wait, but they shared a kiss, there on the beach that evening, before she went on her way.
Staccato, for his part, didn't make a scene, simply politely if a bit pointedly looked away. When he left it was with no long goodbyes, no tears. Just carried her off down the road as if nothing had changed at all. Perhaps, in his mind, nothing had.
I believed in her as much as I did him, after all. She wasn't someone who quit halfway when things were difficult.
Tomorrow, we would begin anew, the seven of us, to distant new horizons.