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Fuck. That's the first word that escaped my lips that morning. Groggily and sloppily, I rubbed my eyes with the silky smooth surface of my front pads, sitting up with some difficulty. I could hear my roommate in the living room, yelling obscenities at the television as she played a video game. My paws were quiet, padding on the light, worn, wooden floor as I made my way towards her.

Damn. That's the second word that escaped my lips that morning, my speech inaudible to anyone but me. God forbid those golden ears of hers would swivel towards me and hear... God forbid she would narrow those crystal blue eyes at me in distaste.... God forbid I would have to watch her beautiful, silky tail swish irritably on her way out the door...

She hadn't heard me yet. She was still screaming at the other players in her online match, yelling into the microphone of her expensive headset and smashing the little buttons of her special blue controller. I watched her lips curl up in a snarl underneath that adorable pink nose, then allowed my eyes to wander down her perfect body.

Ugh!!! It was almost as if she was TRYING to drive me crazy!! She was scantily clad to say the least. Her perfect, perky breasts stretched the fabric of her tight gray tank top, under which I could see her little nipples protruding in protest to the chill of the morning. Her bod then curved perfectly into ridiculously tiny black shorts, which were tight enough to let me see the curves of her inner thighs giving way to her womanhood.

I felt the painful bubbles of anger in my stomach as I thought of her boyfriend. Jeremy the Jerk. What if she dressed like that while she was at his house?! I should hold my tongue. I don't want to hurt her...

Anger got the best of me. Before I knew it, the words had escaped my snout, "Is today dress like a harlot day or something, dear Abigail?"

Her ears, which were perked forward in a happy and attentive position, instantly pinned themselves back against her head. She whipped around and glared at me, those crystal eyes narrowed. "Man FUCK you Brooklyn. It's hot out," she argued.

A snort of fake amusement resounded in my nose. I looked outside, where rain was pouring down onto the concrete jungle. "It is NOT hot out. It's fucking raining. It's October," I pointed out, peeved.

Her frowning mouth worked its way into a smirk, the deadly glare remaining on her beautiful eyes. "It's hot in HERE. YOU left the heat on all night!" she growled, her expression ice cold, her game forgotten for the moment.

Regret and embarrassment flowed into my stomach, but it was soon replaced by that all-consuming rage. "That's no excuse! Do you dress like that around JERKemy?!" My throat rumbled as I growled at her, pissed.

Her deadly expression softened slightly as she rolled her eyes, however, her gaze was soon painted with anger and disgust. "His name is JEREMY. And yes, as a matter of fact I do dress like this when I'm with him. And HE likes it. Unlike someone I know."

"That asshole is gonna break your heart you stupid bitch!!!" I screamed at her, before thinking, before regret, before knowing I said it. I hardly even saw her expression drop before I continued yelling, unable to control myself. "Have you put out?! Did he take your innocence?! I wouldn't doubt it if you dress like that!" Her eyes welled with tears. I could see her shiny white canine bite her bottom lip, her perfect, plump, kissable, nippable bottom lip, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't control my anger. It was like battling another person. I was there, but he was mad. I could see him yelling, screaming at her... "HE DID?! WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM HAVE YOU?!" Along with all the anger I felt I felt tears sting at my eyes. Tears because of what I was doing, and tears because of what she had done. Me and my other self worked together. We took down a glass from the counter that had been left there ages ago and threw it on the ground in disgust and frustration and anger, the ceramic dish shattering into little pieces. I stomped back down the hall, into the safety of my bedroom.

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Oh my god. I could hear her crying... After my... I don't know what to call it. My attack? I had gone to my bedroom and sat down. I controlled that other person inside me. I fought him down. Now he was gone, and I was left to think about what had happened, all while listening to her pathetic little sobs. I am horrible. I am a horrible friend. Why the fuck would he say those things?! WHY?! I screamed into my pillow. This other half of me was tearing the best relationship in my life apart. He was the devil. But now he's gone! He's gone!

I sat up quickly. I could fix this. I could make her happy. I ran to my desk and began to draw. I drew her a big dog, like her mother's. And then I drew her pet turtle on his head. I thought she'd find that funny... Oh no. That's not right. Not right at all.

I restarted. And then restarted again. I must have thrown out fifty pages before I drew something I thought she would like. Admiring my artwork, I felt a smile on my lips. I had drawn her, holding her mother's dog as a puppy. She loved that dog. I remember her telling me about him when we met. The sounds of the noisy lunch room flooded my head as I slipped into a memory...

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We were eating lunch together. I was a junior and she was a freshman. God she was teeny back then. I had just asked her about her friends from middle school, all while subtly admiring her delicate snout and huge, gorgeous eyes.

Her eyes widened, and a blush painted her cheeks. I could barely hear her as she stuttered, this topic obviously sensitive for her, "U-Uhm.... M-My.... M-My dog...." she said, looking down at her lunch in embarrassment. As hard as I tried, I couldn't remember what she was eating, but that didn't matter.

A small smile had tugged at the corners of my mouth as I asked her, "Your dog?"

She nodded timidly, licking her lips. I could see her try not to, but she stuttered anyway, a quirk of hers that made my tummy fill with little butterflies even now. "M-My dog... D-Drew."

A small blush warmed my cheeks. She was serious. Poor girl... "What does Drew do?" I asked, quieter than usual.

"H-He plays with me.... H-He listens to me... H-He..... H-He's my best f-f-f-friend..." she trailed off, looking anywhere but me.

On an impulse, I let my hand dart out and hold hers, which made her jump. A soft smile painted my features as I gazed into those beautiful oceans in her eyes. "Can I be your friend?" I asked, trying to keep the copious amounts of eagerness and hopefulness out of my voice.

Her eyes lit up and she nodded quickly, attempting to stop her grin from looking silly. "Y-Yes!! Yes! Yes!!!"

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My lips formed themselves silently around that word, that one word, that word that can mean anything. What if I heard her soft voice say that word again? What if I asked her to be my girlfriend and that word slipped from her lips? What if I asked her to marry me and that word rang through the air once again?

I couldn't stop the silly grin on my features as I fantasized about that word. Fantasised about what our life TOGETHER might be like...

My fantasy was cut short. The door opened and I heard two bodies collide in a passionate and needy embrace.

Abby's soft, shaky, and hurt voice carried through the thin walls of the tiny apartment, breaking my heart.

"T-Thank you J-Jeremy.... I-I..... I don't understand... H-He just... Exploded. He... Was so mad... I've never seen it... I was so scared... The things he said... I've never felt this way... I'm so glad you're here... I just need... Someone. I need to feel happy... I need you... H-Help me..." she pleaded him. I could imagine her. She would be gripping his shirt tight, her claws almost piercing through his douchebag shirt. Her little body would be pressed up against his, and he would wrap his douchebag arms around her and look into her eyes with his douchebag eyes.

My assumptions were affirmed as I heard his douchebag voice. "I'll make you forget him," was all he said. My heart dropped to the floor. He was comforting her for something I did. He was making her feel better. It should be me!!! I made the mistake!!!! She's been MY friend for FOUR YEARS!!!! I allowed myself to let a tiny little sob out. My arms wrapped themselves around my pillow as I listened in horror to them.

I heard her little whimpers and moans, then a bang. The whole apartment shook. That douchebag had shoved her up against the wall. Douchebag. Don't fucking hurt her. If you hurt her I'll skin you alive and then shove it down your gullet then burn you alive. I caught myself. Stop it Brooklyn. Stop, okay? You're not helping anyone.

So instead of doing something about it, I let it happen. I let that douchebag VIOLATE her with his stupid penis. I could hear them. I could hear every moan, every whimper, every beg she made for more. All the while silent tears made rivers down my cheeks. I didn't even get hard. I was too... Too... Dead inside. This time I knew it for sure. For the first time I admitted to myself, out loud, alone in my room.

The whisper came out of my lips, such a tiny sound, and it made all my walls tumble down like I had set off two tons of dynamite. "I love you, Abby Rose...."

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They spent hours going at it. All the time, I sat there petrified. Around 7 PM, right before my shift at the bar, they stopped. I could hear their conversation.

Abby's soft, tired, and now happy voice trailed through the walls lazily. I could just imagine her snuggling into his douchebag chest. That fucking... FELINE. His stupid shiny black head and stupid rough tongue. I hate that she's dating a cat, let alone a fucking panther. FILTH. I controlled my anger and focused on their conversation, back on Abby's beautiful voice, back on the girl I love. "H-Hey Jeremy?" she questioned, her stutter fanning the flame I held for her. I imagined him looking down on her as he stroked her head. My fingers moved, stroking the pillow. My fingers should be stroking her head, not his.

"Yeah baby?" his stupid smooth voice replied to her.

She sounded scared. Scared of what? Did he hurt her? Is he going to hit her?! My fur bristled at the thought. "I-I.... I-I t-t-t-think I-I l-l-l-l..... I-I l-love you...." her soft stutter pierced my heart like a hot bullet. She loved him? She loved him and not me?

I couldn't even imagine their actions. All I could do was listen in horror. "I love you too babydoll... I really love you," he said.

Her little squeak of happiness resounded in my head, ricocheting and repeating. Her next words hurt even worse. "I love you more than anything and anyone in the world Jeremy. I-I really do. Thank you for helping me baby..."

I squeezed my eyes shut. This can't be happening... This can't... No... She's mine...

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It took me an hour. I was late for work and brokenhearted, but I made it out of the apartment. After pulling on some work clothes and slipping my drawing under her door, I went to work.

At the bar, I listened to people rant and rave about their problems, but I heard none of it. All I could hear was Abby telling Jeremy that he was the one she loved above all others. I couldn't even feel it when someone stomped on my foot accidentally. All I could feel was the breaking of my own heart.

Around two hours into my five-hour shift, my boss pulled me aside and splashed a pint of ice water in my face.

Blinking at him, and blinking back to reality, I spoke softly, "Yes? Sorry."

The huge bear sighed heavily, his breath stinking of cigarettes as it blew into my face. "Go home. You're no use to me spaced out and heartbroken."

There was no use arguing, so I went back to the apartment. I went back to my own personal hell.

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My nose twitched, the succulent and brilliant flavours of bacon, eggs, and toast making their way into my sensitive nostrils. Abby's making breakfast!! A grin broke out on my features and I ran into the kitchen, nearly falling over in the process.

I expected to see a beautiful fox, her tail swishing happily in time to soft music, her body barely clothed, and her hair ruffled by the tossing and turning of sleep. Instead I saw a walking entity of douche. A growl rumbled in my throat as I sized the sleek cat up. His stupid cat junk was hanging out all over the place, in full view to anyone who entered the kitchen. Luckily, I'm bigger than that punk, in both the crown jewels and pure size.

He turned around and glared at me. "Hello Brooklyn," he spat out my name like it was poison. Another growl rumbled in my throat, my hatred for this guy only building every second he spent in my apartment. My other person was there, the one that ruined things with Abby, but I wasn't fighting him. We punched that douche, right in his douchebag nose.

He didn't even have time to react. One moment he was standing there smirking, and the other he was on the floor, holding his bleeding, broken nose, crying like a little bitch.

"That's for taking her from me," I whispered in his ear, kicking him in the teeny weeny cock. In a huff, I stormed back to the privacy of my bedroom, nearly running into Abby on my way there.

Her eyes captivated me, the oceans darker than usual, almost as if there was a storm inside her. Her cheeks flushed. "O-Oh! G-Good morning....." she greeted me halfheartedly.

My cheeks burned hot, my nerves building in her presence. "Good morning.... Did you get my note?" I asked.

She blinked. Obviously not. "Note? Uh.... No."

Fear coursed through me. I had spent two hours on that drawing... Hopefully Douchebag McDickfuck didn't throw it away... "I-I slipped a note under your door... I-Is it maybe on your desk?"

She nodded and looked towards the kitchen. I could sense her interest in the conversation fading. "I'll check. I'm gonna go get breakfast though."

My heart wrenched. She wanted to see him more than me. I had to fight back tears, but I managed to get out two sentences, but I stuttered stupidly the whole time. My stutter isn't cute like hers. I just sound like a broken record. "C-Come talk to m-me when you f-find it? I-If you w-want?"

She nodded and made her way upstairs without another word.

Dread ran through my veins, turning my blood icy cold. Jeremy was still up there, probably bleeding and just waiting to tell her that I hit him. I couldn't think, then I heard her voice calling me from the kitchen. I can't say no to her... Never...

Preparing myself to be kicked out or yelled at or hurt with every step, I walked upstairs like I was walking to be hung.

Maybe I can play it cool! Maybe I can pretend I didn't do it! I stepped into the tiny kitchen, where Jeremy was laying like a child in Abby's lap, his head practically inside her. Douchebag. I should have killed him. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered, trying to act alarmed.

Abby just continued to pet Jeremy's head, not even looking at me, like the only reason I was important was because I hurt her precious kitty. "Why?" she asked, her voice eerily calm.

I whimpered, pretending like this was a ridiculous accusation. I wasn't sure what else to do. "I-I didn't do it!!!" I pleaded.

I watched helplessly as she turned her beautiful, golden, orange head around, glaring at me, her love only for Jeremy. "He said you did."

Jeremy's fat face spoke up, once again restating his accusation. I felt helpless. Abby was glaring at me. How could I lie to her? How could I do that to her? The words slipped out of my mouth before I could think further on the issue. "I-I.... I-I did...." I admitted, hanging my head in shame.

Her glare hardened, and I could see her grip tighten around Jeremy, like he was some precious thing that she needed to guard with her life. "Why?!" she growled at me, her piercing, angry gaze never wavering from my ears, pinned back in shame.

I watched her arms, wanting to be in them, trying to go to my happy place, but my attention was ripped from me and placed securely on Jeremy's ugly fucking face. He was smirking. Like he had won a prize. He knew that he had Abby wrapped around his finger. He knew that I was losing. And just like that, that firey anger built up in my tummy. That other guy emerged from his place and took over the wheel. He, we, I growled menacingly. "He's a fucking DOUCHEBAG!" was my lame response. Good one, Brook. Save that one for the books.

She settled a bit, almost like she was used to me hating Jeremy. I guess that's a little bit to be expected. I mean, I do hate him, and I guess it might get old. "He's my boyfriend, and I love him," she said.

Those words. That word. Why doesn't she love me? Why can't she see?! He, we, I let my anger get the best of me. Another growl rumbled up from my stomach to my mouth, my lips curled up in a snarl. "Well then you're a stupid whore," I said, more wanting to get Jeremy away then hurt her.

Her eyes welled with tears, just like before. Fuck. I've hurt her. "I-I.... I-I'm n-not.... I-I-I'm n-n-n-not....." she whimpered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

I wish I could have taken it back but the anger was like a steam roller. I couldn't stop it that quickly. "You are. You are because you can't see you deserve someone better than this stupid puking, reeking cat!!!" I screamed at her, my fists balled.

She was crying now, her whole body trembling. Finally, Jeremy stood up from his useless position, lying on the floor, and walked up to me. All I did was glare. I didn't think he would have the balls to hurt me. I mean, he doesn't look like it physically. But his glare and his hiss said otherwise. And boy was he fast. I felt a horrible stinging sensation on my cheek and across my eye, blood pouring from the cuts he gave me.

I looked down, trying to get the blood out of my eye, and saw that the claws on his right paw were unsheathed. That douchebag scratched me! Returning my menacing glare to his face, I opened my maw, meaning to tell him to fuck the fuck off, but he cut me off.

"Get out of this apartment," he demanded, the look on his face deadly serious.

Normally, I would have laughed. My name is on the lease for this thing. It's MY house. You can't kick me out of my own house. But this was no laughing matter. Instead of laughing, I growled, giving him the most menacing noise he must have ever heard in his life. "No fucking way. I live here, moron," I retaliated.

For a moment, the world paused. I could see Jeremy. He was in the middle of attacking me. His hind legs bunched under him, springing him forward so he could sink those filthy claws of his into my skin. I could also hear Abby. I could hear her crying. I could hear how much my words hurt her. And all the anger and fight left me. But it was too late. Time resumed and Jeremy beat me to hell.

Right and left his scratches and punches came, tearing my clothes and bloodying my body. I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was remorse. I had hurt the woman I loved. I had made her feel so bad. Even when he screamed at me, all I could see or hear or feel was Abby. I watched her and she watched me. In awe. I watched her stand. She made her way over to Jeremy and tugged on his shirt. I could hear her voice like I was underwater, and I could see her struggle like she was in slow motion. She begged him and tried to pull him off me, but he didn't stop. He didn't stop until he knew he had hurt me.

When it was over, She kicked him out. I don't know why. He's nice to her. But she kicked him out and ran to me. She held my head delicately in her fragile hands, stroking my ears with her perfect little pads.

My vision was beginning to blur and my eyes could barely stay open, but I reached up towards her and gently trailed my pad along her perfect cheek, feeling the tears there and wiping them away. "I'm sorry Abby.... I'm so.... I'm..... I'm terrible.... I'm so.... I'm so.... so.... sorry......"

And the world went black.

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Something cool and wet was on my forehead, and I could feel the softness of a bed under my body. This isn't my bed... Where am I? Why do I hurt so bad? When I opened my sore eyes it all flooded back to me. When I attacked Captain Douchestick, when he attacked me, when Abby saved me.... Abby... Abby?

My ears became bent against the headboard as I turned my sore head to look at the rest if the room, and my eyes were met with the soft blue color and neatness of Abby's room. She must have dragged me to her bed. But she wasn't here... Where is she?

A small whimper escaped my muzzle. I wanted her here... I wanted to explain, apologize, try to reconcile. I could already feel those hot tears pricking at my eyelids. I could feel the physical and emotional pain beginning to overwhelm me. But my self-pity was cut short by the most beautiful creature on earth entering the room. Abby's fur was freshly washed and styled. Her hair fell in choppy layers around her perfect face, and her bangs almost covered her moon-like eyes. As she sat next to me and began to check the wounds I had, my heart fluttered. She had bandaged them. She was taking care of me even though I had hurt her beyond belief. How? Why? I'm so lucky....

She opened her mouth, revealing her adorable pink tongue and perfect, sharp, pearly teeth, preparing to say something. Her eyes did not look into mine, however. They stared at my chest, where her delicate fingers were fiddling with the end of one of my bandages. They were dark, filled with sadness. Oh yeah. I hurt her. Bad. "Brooklyn, I need to know why. Why you would say such terrible things about me. Why you didn't fight back," she said, her voice quiet and absent of feeling.

The way my words had affected her hit me like a sledgehammer to the snout. I had really fucked it up this time hadn't I? My breath hitched in my throat, right where a lump had formed. For a few moments all I could do was slip my paw around her delicate one, playing with her beautiful fingers. "I don't know. Sometimes I just lose control... And... And I end up taking it out on you... I really don't mean to... You're my best friend. I could never hurt you... I mean not on purpose at least... Fuck I'm so sorry Abby... I-I didn't mean anything I said... Y-You're not a whore. You're not stupid... I guess I just don't like that you're dating him. That's what's making me act out... And it's only pushing you two closer together..." I forced out, the hot tears that had been threatening to fall now cascading down my dark gray fur, making little black tracks down the soft material.

Abby's hand began to tremble in mine, and as I looked up at her, identical tears made rivers down her perfect tawny cheeks. My hand moved by itself, gently cupping her cheek, wiping her tears away with my thumb. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, attempting to soothe her little sobs and the tremors racking her body. Holding her face into my neck, where I knew she loved, I rubbed her back and hummed a little song to her, singing it softly. It was the song she used to sing when she thought she was alone in the apartment....

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It had been a terribly long day at work. I had had to clean up three peoples' vomit, listen to everyone elses' problems and try to empathise, and Abby texted me, telling me about this new guy in her English class. His name was Jeremy or something. Ha. More like GERMemy. Jerenemy. Something like that. Shaking my head, I realized that I was already back at my apartment. Wow. I guess my feet knew better than my head. Letting out a silent sigh, I slid my key into the lock, which was new. I had recently gotten locked out of the apartment because the shitty lock wouldn't open, so I bought both a new handle and new keys. Abby had spent hours playing with it, enamored with the smoothness and simplicity of the shiny new metal. Grinning at the thought of her playfulness, I made my way into the apartment.

My eyes were graced with the sight of Abby, dancing around the kitchen and singing. It didn't matter what the words were. As long as they were tumbling from her perfect mouth, they were the most beautiful words I would ever hear. My ears perked up, happiness flowing through my troubled body. She always had a glow about her that could transform even the worst days into heaven on earth for me. The door slid shut, the lock sliding quietly into place as I watched her, her arms above her head as she danced around, a spoon with what appeared to be brownie batter on it, occasionally licking it with that little pink tongue of hers.

What she didn't see was a little puddle of milk on the floor, a slippery trap for her barely balanced body. Don't get me wrong, I love it when she dances. I get to see her perfect little curves in action, but she's not the most balanced of people. She frequently trips over her own feet. Moving quickly, I slipped into the kitchen, just as she slipped on the puddle of milk. A scream echoed around the room, but there was never a thud. She never hit the ground. I caught her, a huge fucking grin on my face. I felt like her knight in shining armour.

She, however, felt differently. The volume of her scream increased when she found herself in my arms. I guess she thought I was a robber or something, so she punched my chest as hard as she could, without looking to see who it was. Surprise flooded my limbs, and I dropped her onto the floor. Without taking time to breathe, she swung her legs under me and swept my feet out from under me, sending me crashing to the floor. An aggressive growl rolled in her throat, and she straddled my hips, preparing to beat the shit out of the intruder in her home.

Her eyes grew wide as little suns when she saw my face. I was just grinning up at her, my ass hurting but the laughter in my tummy threatening to burst. There was a moment of silence as she looked into my eyes and I gazed into hers before we both burst into uncontrollable fits of the giggles...

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As I was lost in thought, my voice continued the song, and soon Abby had fallen asleep in my arms. I couldn't blame her; these past few hours, heck even the past few days, must have been exhausting for her. Gingerly, I scooped her tiny little body up and laid it underneath her blankets, replacing myself with her. She made a little whimper, but she soon found her pillow and dragged it to her chest, nuzzling her face into it and settling. My heart felt warm and happy. I don't know how long I watched her, just watching her nose and ears twitch occasionally, her little paws tugging gently at the pillowcase as she slept off her emotional exhaustion. Eventually, I dragged my butt up and tucked her in, placing a soft kiss on her delicate temple.

Now was my turn to be the hero. I'm going to make her happy. I'm going to show her how happy she can be with me. Stealing one last glance at the girl I had loved since I had met her, I flicked off the light and closed the door to leave her in peace.

Determination surged through my veins as I prepared myself. I HAD to shower. God I smelled like a pigsty. Why did she hug me like this? Ew. I scrubbed myself clean, careful to take note of how she bandaged me so I could do it again by myself. It must have taken me an hour, but I was ready. At least I didn't smell like I had spent the week laying in filth. Staying as quiet as possible so I didn't wake my sleeping beauty, I left the apartment to collect my own personal fairy tale recipe.

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My arms were laden with shopping bags when I returned to our little apartment two hours later. Firstly, I needed to check on Abby. She had to be asleep while I did this. Peeking into her room, I laid my eyes upon her face. She was still sleeping, her arms wrapped tightly around her pillow, her little body curled up underneath the warm blanket, little whimpers and words escaping her lips. None of it made any sense. She was talking about penguins with bowties or something. But still, I couldn't stop the grin that forced itself onto my lips. God she's so cute...

I shook myself. Stop wasting time you big dope. Working quickly and carefully, I set up the whole apartment in a fairy tale land. There were flowers everywhere. Her favorite were peonies, this big ball of petals that exploded into a flower six inches in diameter. I had to admit, they were pretty, but holy shit they were expensive. I must have spent two months' paychecks on this. Whatever. If it makes her happy, it doesn't matter. As soon as the flowers were set up and perfect, standing at attention in vases all over the apartment, I set to work. Her favorite thing in the world was brownie batter, so I made her a little cup of that, cooking the rest into brownies and sticking those in the fridge. She couldn't eat them hot or they would upset her little tummy, and we couldn't have that. Next up was the soup. Her favorite soup was the way her mom made it, so I tried my hardest to replicate that, cooking the chicken and noodles just the way I remember Abby herself doing it.

After an hour in the kitchen, I had a little bit of time to set up the living room. I had bought all of her favorite movies, at least the ones we didn't have. First up in the PS3 was The Breakfast Club. I slipped it in the drive and got it to the menu screen. Let's hope this works.

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Abby's eyelids fluttered open as I sat next to her. She blinked up at me for a minute and I tried to give her a reassuring smile. God knows if it worked. I probably looked constipated or something. Fuck. Ugh. Shut up Brooklyn. Trying to ignore my low self-esteem screaming at me, I took her hand and kissed the back of it, cuddling it. "I have something I want you to see... It's... An apology. For all the stupid shit I've put you through," I said quietly.

By the way her ears perked up, I could tell she had heard me. Her cheeks flushed a light pink. Instead of speaking, she sat up and slipped out of bed, holding her paw out for me to take. My heart flooded with joy as I enclosed her paw in mine. Our footsteps rang in time, synchronized as I lead her into the living room. Every surface had a vase of peonies and calla lilies in it, and each one was arranged delicately and carefully, attuned to her artistic style. Her jaw dropped, and her hands slipped up to cover her snout. My heart nearly stopped as I saw tears brimming in her perfect eyes, but then she hugged me. She let out a little squeal of surprise and happiness, throwing her arms around my neck.

I couldn't have felt more happiness in my entire life as I buried my face in her hair, letting my arms wrap themselves around her trembling body. She shoved her snout into my neck, her tears streaming over my collarbone and down my chest. "B-Brookie..." she stuttered after a while, looking up at me. Her smile was perfect. Happy and loving, just how it used to be. My heart melted into a little puddle as I took her face in my paws, gently wiping her tears away.

"Abby, I've put you through so much lately, and for that I am truly sorry. I know your two favorite flowers are peonies and calla lilies, so I made this... And there's brownie batter and soup in the kitchen if you want some," I said, hoping she would want to eat with me.

She giggled past her tears, wiping her eyes and looking towards the TV, a gasp resounding from her. "The Breakfast Club?! Brookie!!!!" she squeed and hugged me once again, pressing her body to mine. Fuck... I could feel her little breasts pressed to my chest... Oh god...

Stop it Brooklyn. I took a deep breath and hugged her a little tighter, my muzzle butting against her shoulder. "I know it's your favorite movie... And I know it makes you happy..." I mumbled into her soft tawny fur, my eyes closing as I enjoyed her scent flowing into my nostrils.

She moved, planting the gentlest of kisses on my jaw, sending a shiver of electricity down my spine. "Thank you Brookie... This more than makes up for what has been happening," she said, and without another word she made her way to the kitchen. Her smile grew when she laid eyes upon the steaming soup I had set out in her special bowl for her. She had this bowl that she loved. I can't see why. It's nothing special. But she adored it. It was a simple square porcelain bowl with little engravings of flowers. The outside was white and the inside had either been stained pink or it had come a light pink from the store. It was the sturdiest fucking bowl in the universe though. She must have dropped it a million times. Next to her soup was the cup of brownie batter I laid out for her.

She turned to me and grinned, picking it up. "You sly dog. God I love you," she said, hugging me tight in thanks. She started saying something else, but all I could do was stare. She told me she loves me. She loves me. SHE loves me. She LOVES me. She loves ME!!! I grinned toothily, nodding to whatever she said that I didn't hear. Maybe if she loved me as a friend she could grow to love me as something more.

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By the end of the night, she and I had managed to eat most of the huge pot of soup and all of the brownies I had made. We had watched seven different movies, and a few of them we rewatched. We were stuffed and exhausted, too lazy and fat to move, so we passed out on the couch. But even in my slightly comatose state I didn't fail to realize how she held onto me. How her delicate little paws folded themselves in my shirt. How her soft breath trailed down my neck and through my fur, her wet little pink nose brushing my jaw. How my arms were welcome to wrap themselves tightly around her waist, holding her closer to me than she had ever been before.

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I awoke early the next morning, still holding her small form, but less out of it than I was the previous night. I must have been smiling in my sleep, because my cheeks hurt, and I was still smiling. Jeez, I haven't smiled this much in ages. My heart soared, and I gently carried her to her room and tucked her in, figuring she deserved a little break. And since it was Monday, she didn't need to go to class until like three in the afternoon. Giving her a little parting kiss, I got to work on the mess we made of the living room. It looked like a tornado had hit. There were plates, bowls, empty water bottles, and empty soda cans all over the place. I had my work cut out for me.

Well, that didn't take as long as I thought it would. Thank god for modern technology. To my sheer dumb luck, the dishwasher was empty, so I crammed all the dishes in there and set that to work as I cleaned up all the trash and the messy countertops. Usually, I hate housework like this, but last night had given me wings, and nothing could shoot me down. Well.... Nothing except Jeremy.

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I heard the knock I had been expecting for the past two and a half hours and my blood ran cold. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want my angry side to get the best of me again. And I had almost finished Abby's breakfast! An annoyed huff forced itself to life in my tummy, and I opened the door. Germemy's fat face was there, glaring at me. He looked like he had come for a fight. His black muscled body was decked out with a tight t-shirt to show it off, as well as tight shorts. Ugh. Douchebag. No one needs to see that dude. In stark contrast, I had on Abby's pink apron and a bow in my hair.... Don't ask okay?

For half a second, I closed my eyes and attempted to calm myself, and to tell myself that everything would be okay. You're gonna get the girl Brookie. She's gonna love you and not him soon. She's gonna see how much of a dick he is. With my mind set on being civil, I looked up into his ugly yellow eyes. He looked more like a snake than a panther in that moment.

"Where's my girlfriend dickfuck?" he asked, cracking his stupid knuckles.

I simply smiled. "She's sleeping. She stayed up late last night and she's awfully tired, so I would suggest that you leave my apartment. I'll have her call you when she wakes up, okay?" I said, acting as civil and even nice as I could. I think I did a good job, especially when every fiber of my angry self wanted to punch that motherfucker into the ground and curb stomp his ass to hell.

His stupid jaw muscles bulged as he stood there, grinding his stupid sharp teeth and swishing his stupid skinny tail. Ugh. It's so ugly. Fluffy tails are where it's at. He licked his stupid sharp teeth with that dumb sandpaper tongue. Holy shit. I hope he didn't hurt Abby with those things...

Jeremy dragged me out of my thoughts by raising an eyebrow and glaring at me. "If she doesn't call by 2:00 I'll know something's up and I'll come over anyway, so don't try anything dickhead. If you do, I'll fucking kill you okay? And you'll never be able to see her fine ass again," he yowled, still glaring at me with those evil slitted eyes of his.

Confusion washed over me for a moment. He had always been so sweet to Abby. I mean, I don't like him, but he was nice. And now he's talking about her like she's a trophy or something. Realization dawned upon my thick skull. He's just like every other guy she's dated. He's just better at hiding it. "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't talk about her like she's a piece of meat, Jeremy. She's a beautiful fox. Not some trophy to be fought over and won by the highest bidder," I said, barely managing to keep the anger out of my tone.

"To me, that's all she is. You think I fucking care that she was hurt? No. She puts out when she's sad. And you don't even wanna know how often she gives me her tight little pussy. Mmm.... Almost every fucking night. And it is soooo tight. I bet you've never had anyone like her before. I bet you've never had anyone have you? You've been saving yourself for her," he explained, smirking up at me the whole time, letting his impossibly long canines poke his bottom lip and protrude slightly. What are you, some kind of snake? God you're a fucktard.

I couldn't even make myself angry. I mean sure, I'm pissed that he thinks of her like that, but god he's thick. If... No. When Abby finds out about this, she'll dump him on the spot. She hates being treated like that. "Well, I'll have her call you when she wakes up okay? I'm sure she'll want to talk to you," I said kindly, giving him my finest fake smile.

Too bad that just made him angry. Jeremy's eyes narrowed to an impossibly small size. I was unsure if he could even see me properly, but I could sure see him. He was ready to pounce on me, his vein throbbing in his temple, both sets of his claws out and ready to slice and dice some wolf for dinner. As I was taking this all in, he pounced, sending me crashing to the floor, and sending a resounding thud throughout the entire apartment. He straddled me, holding my legs down with his and preparing to strike with his forepaws.

For some reason, I didn't care. For some reason, I just stared up at him. I couldn't tear my gaze away or even move my arms to defend myself. I was done with fighting. Done with violence and harsh words. Hurting Abby to the point where she sobbed her heart out wasn't the last straw. The fact that she would still defend me and look after me was. I have no idea what was going through her head when she kicked Jeremy out yesterday, but it must have been something good. It must have been something worth keeping the peace for. You can't fight fire with fire, but with water. And water is a passive, peaceful thing.

The sound of rushing water filled my ears as he swiped at me. I prepared myself for the sting of his razor-sharp claws, but it never came. I blinked my eyes open, wondering what the fuck was going on. Abby was standing over me, holding a baseball bat. Jeremy's claws had become stuck in the wood! A snort and a little chuckle exited my snout, and she twisted the bat, causing Jeremy to make a girly little squeak of pain.

Abby's gaze was like fire and ice put together as she stared at him, not even bothering to glare. "Stop, Jeremy," she said, keeping his claws stretched out so he physically couldn't retract them.

"O-Okay! I-I'm sorry Abby," he whined like a bitch, trying to pull the bat out of her hands, the tugging of his claws obviously causing him pain.

Abby's body relaxed and she stepped closer to Jeremy, helping him tug his claws out of the bat. Jeremy rubbed his paw, and Abby turned those beautiful eyes onto me, giving me a soft, small smile. "Brookie do you mind leaving for a few minutes? Jeremy and I need to talk," she said, petting Jeremy's head.

All I could do, it seemed, was let out a small sigh and nod my head in defeat. I dragged my ruffled self off to my room to brood.

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"Jeremy, why did you attack Brooklyn?" Abby asked. I could imagine her holding his head in her lap and petting his too-small ears.

I could hear Jeremy shuffle, and I imagined him nuzzling his face into her perfect little tummy. "I don't know Abby... I'm so sorry..." he lied. I could hear the smile and deceit in his voice.

She sighed, and I could just see her running her fingers through his slimy, greasy hair. "Why baby? I know you wouldn't just attack someone for no reason..." she said, ever believing that he was a good cat. Nice kitty. Don't eat the fishy.

There was more shuffling, and the sound of the couch cushions rubbing together. He must have sat up. "Babe there's something I need to tell you..." he said ominously, making Abby let out a scared little whimper. There was more shuffling. She must be snuggling up to him. If I closed my eyes I could see her, her perfect little head resting on his shoulder, her beautiful eyes looking up at him, both a question and fear in her eyes. Jeremy let out another fake sigh. He wanted whatever he was telling her. He wanted it. I could hear it. "Babe... You know how I want to go to graduate school to become a doctor? Well... I got accepted to one," he said, wanting her praise.

She was smiling. I could tell. "Baby! That's awesome! I'm so proud of you!!" she praised him, just like he wanted, and smacked a kiss onto his cheek.

He purred softly, the ridiculous noise of pleasure grating on my sensitive ears. Cats are so self centered. "There's a catch though my love...." he said, pausing for dramatic effect. Such a drama queen. Just break her heart already dipshit, like all cats do. You can't keep your eye on one thing for more than a few seconds. No wonder you're all diseased and ugly.

Abby's little gasp pulled me from my thoughts. Seems that happens a lot these days. "W-What's the catch?" her stutter made my heart flutter.

He sighed again, probably playing with his teeny weeny stupid tail again. Cats are too much like snakes for my liking. Ugh. "Babe... It's all the way across the country... It's in New York..." he said slowly, almost like he couldn't remember it.

A little sob echoed through the apartment, piercing my heart. Damn it. She's crying again. She's been crying all too much lately. "A-A-Are you g-g-gonna go?" she stuttered, barely understandable through the lump I knew was aching in her throat.

"Yes I am baby... I already accepted," he said, how much he didn't care evident in his snarky voice.

She whimpered, "A-Are you s-s-s-still g-g-gonna wanna b-be my b-b-b... b-b... b-boyfriend?"

He sighed hugely. God he's such an over-actor. Tone it down a bit mister I'm all that. No one except Abby believes you. "I don't think that's a good idea baby... I mean... There are gonna be so many girls there... And I have needs you know..." he droned.

An offended humph came from the living room. It could have only come from Abby. She growled softly. "What did you just say?"

"I said I want to break up."

Abby growled louder, "Why?"

"Because there are gonna be much hotter pieces of ass there than you. There. I said it," Jeremy's voice was self-satisfied, and I could just hear the smirk on his face.

She growled at him, "You are a fucking dick. W-Why would you..." she began to fade from anger to sadness, but after a moment of silence her growl started up again, more fierce than before, "You are a disgrace"

A loud smack echoed through the apartment, and I could hear Abby's distinctively canine whimper, along with Jeremy's yowl of irritation. Before either of them could have a chance to breathe, I was on my feet and headed towards the living room. "Fucking WHORE! YOU'RE the disgrace!!!" he yowled, raising his hand to deal another blow to her perfect features. He started to slash, but the impact never hit Abby. Instead, I felt a searing pain up my whole arm. I didn't have time to grab a bat like Abby had, so I used my arm as a shield for her, and Jeremy's germy claws had embedded themselves paw-deep into my forearm.

He whimpered softly in surprise, and I growled menacingly at him, flexing the muscles in my arm and tugging it towards my chest, taking his claws with it. He fell forward, but I stopped him with a paw on his shoulder. Our faces were so close, I could smell the stink of tuna on his breath. "If you lay a hand on Abby or any other canine again, I will hunt you down and snap your pretty little neck. Now get out of my house or I'll do it before then," I said, my voice calmer than it probably should have been.

Jeremy darted out of the apartment, ripping his claws out of my arm, which was painful for both of us. He left the stink of fear behind him, and I let a smirk slide onto my features. He was never coming back. A small whimper came from behind me. Abby was reminding me of her presence in the room.

My non-bleeding arm supported her head and shoulders, and my other one supported her knees when I picked her up and set her gingerly on the couch. I acted as her nurse, retrieving an ice pack for her face and a movie for her heart. She was too traumatized to be my nurse, and I couldn't afford to go to the hospital, so I bandaged my arm as best I could and hoped for the best.

Nothing needed to be said, so we sat in silence, watching the pictures and listening to the dialogue we had both memorized by now. Somehow, the repetitive and familiar nature of this activity soothed both our nerves. Abby soon fell asleep, in my arms just as she had been the night before. Although, this time I was aware enough to be caring.

We slept in her bed that night. She curled up to me and dreamed, and I held her, acting as her rock, her knight in shining armour, her savior.

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This past week had not gone well. Abby thanked me a million times for saving her, but she was still sad. She cried all the time, and she barely dragged herself out the door to go to her classes. It hurt my heart to see her so sad. I wish I could do something to fix her.

I made my way cautiously into the living room, where she was playing Luigi's Mansion on her Game Cube. This was the game she played when she was sad. She had always said that the "shock therapy" of the ghosts jumping out and scaring her helped her get happy again. The problem was, she had been playing it all week and she was still the same sad little Abby.

Her fur lacked luster, her eyes were gray and sad, and her lips... Her beautiful lips never curved upwards, always downwards. Always sad, never happy. Even the ghosts, which usually scared the shit out of her, didn't stop her mouth from being a curve of depression. I had to stop this, but I didn't know how. Whenever I asked if she wanted to watch her movies, she said she was too busy with homework, and whenever I asked if she wanted to make brownies with me, she said she wasn't hungry.

Sighing softly, I kissed her head as I sat down, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She didn't protest to the contact, but she didn't react to it anyway. Nothing could stop her concentration though, so I waited for her to pause it so I could speak to her. "Hey beautiful, do you wanna make brownies with me?" I asked, knowing the answer would be no, and expecting that to be the end of it. I could not have prepared for what happened next.

Abby looked up at me and blinked a few times, shaking her head. "I have to look good, Brooklyn. I can't look good if I eat brownies," she said, her voice monotonous and sad, her eyes filled with pain.

"B-Baby... You're beautiful.. You're perfect no matter what..." I reconciled her, gently petting her ears. Her soft, sensitive, warm ears.

She nuzzled my neck, gripping my shirt. "Then why do I feel like I'm not? Why do I feel so ugly?!" she demanded, sobbing into my neck.

I swept her body up in a tight embrace, pulling her as close as I could. "You feel like this because Jeremy is a dick. He doesn't deserve someone like you. Abby, you have an amazing combination of both inner and outer beauty. You are the kindest person I know, and you're also the prettiest. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but mister right is out there somewhere, and I promise, he's coming to find you. And he'll make you feel so incredibly gorgeous that you'll never feel sad again," I promised her.

Abby's neck moved, and her face was soon turned up towards mine. For me, it was like seeing the sun after a long storm, or being hugged by someone you love and you haven't seen in quite a long while. That's what it felt like every time I saw her face. That's what it felt like every time she touched me. And in her eyes, I could see hope. I could see a tiny flame. I had ignited something in her, and now it was my job to fan her inner fire back to the roaring inferno it once was.

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Abby had been acting differently. She hadn't been sad for a few days, but she'd been wearing... She'd been strutting around in tight panties. Not tiny shorts. Panties. And she had been wearing the skimpiest tank tops I had ever seen. I even saw her in my t-shirts a couple of times! I didn't know what was going on. It was a crazy, overnight transition from baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants with her hair up in a bun, pulled back, to... To... I don't know! I mean, I didn't exactly mind being able to uhm... Leave less to the imagination, but it was unsettling.

But I carried on. Humming softly, I made her favorite breakfast; crepes with powdered sugar sprinkled inside and out, with extra sugar in the crepe batter itself. Honeybee much? Oh well. I guess to be as sweet as she is sweet you need a little sweetness in your diet. I flipped the third crepe, the first side coming out perfect, with only a slight golden tinge to the cooked surface, and I felt something brush against my butt. In no time at all, a pair of hands were snaking their way around my waist, pulling my butt into the person's stomach. I carefully set down my spatula and turned around, hugging whom I was positive was Abby.

She let out a happy little woof and nuzzled her face into my neck. "Good morning..." she said softly, her breath tickling the sensitive fur on my neck, her voice smooth and almost oily.

I hugged her tighter, placing a gentle little kiss on her head, greeting her, "Good morning beautiful," she beamed up at me, her adorable eyes narrowed a bit, her pupils peeking out from under her thick and long eyelashes, making me horny for some unknown reason. "Would you like some crepes my dear?"

She smiled softly, kissing my collarbone and sending a jolt of electricity up to my brain. "Mmm.... Yes please darling..." she said, her voice even more oily than before. She continued to lay kisses on my sensitive areas, gently feathering the back of my neck and my shoulder blades when I turned around to flip the crepe once more. My cock twitched with every touch of her lips, getting harder by the second.

Fuck. How am I going to hide this? Panic slowly set in, making my hands shake and my brow sweat. As my body began reacting to my fear, Abby let out a satisfied little humph, padding away and swishing the fine hairs of her tail on my neck, making me shiver. I looked over my shoulder. She was facing away from me. Thank fuck. I quickly flipped my hard-on into the waistband of my tight jeans, hiding the tip with my shirt. I had to hold back a whimper from the pain, but at least Abby wouldn't be uncomfortable.

I served her her breakfast and ate next to her, checking her out for the first time that morning. Starting from her feet, I had to rake my eyes up to her hips to see any clothing. She had on a thong. A black, lacy thong. My manhood throbbed. But I couldn't stop there, I had to look up farther. She was wearing a see-through tank top and nothing else on top. I could see every detail. Every minute little curve of her body, and I could see her nipples in full view of my hungry eyes. I gulped down my breakfast and excused myself, the sweat from arousal beginning to show on my brow, and my limbs trembling from need.

The image of Abby sitting in her little tiny thong and barely-there tank top was burned into my head. I sat on my bed and locked the door, quickly moving to relieve the pressure my body was putting upon my throbbing erection.

Just as I was about to finish, I heard Abby in the living room. She was stretching, which means she was also making little sexual moans. I couldn't stifle the little growl of pleasure I released as my load shot into my hand, most of the pressure in my lower stomach gone.

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After a week of pure torture, Abby started wearing more sensible clothing, but also began to creep back into sadness. It wasn't as intense as before, but I could sense her depressed mood. She never smiled, she played Luigi's Mansion constantly, and she rarely ate our indulgent treats.

One night, she made her way into my bedroom. SIlently, she slipped under the covers with me and curled up close to me, clinging to my shirt and tangling her legs with mine. My arms wrapped around her automatically, and I laid a gentle kiss on her head. "Goodnight darling Abby," I said, holding her tight as she began to drift off.

After I sang her to sleep, she hardly moved the whole night. She slept peacefully, which was a precious gift when she was sad.

This routine continued on for a while. She would try to go to bed in her room, but she would have a nightmare or not be able to sleep, and she would enter my room, where I sang her to sleep. My heart called out to her, but I knew she wouldn't answer if I didn't man up and talk to her about how I felt for her. A week passed, and I couldn't find the nerve to talk to her. She stopped trying to sleep in her bed. My bedroom became our bedroom. My bed became our bed. She started stealing my t-shirts again. I stopped wearing shirts to bed.

Friday night, after she had gotten back from what must have been a frustrating day at school, she slipped into my bed. I couldn't see her, as the light was off, but the instant I touched her, I knew she had stripped. From what I could tell, she was wearing nothing but panties. Her hand rested on my chest, and her breath tickled my neck. Already, I was aroused.

Abby looked up at me, then began to lay little kisses on the sensitive parts of my neck. It was as if she knew by instinct what would drive me the most crazy. She began to suck on my jugular vein, and the lack of blood to my brain combined with the warm wetness of her pulsating mouth caused my member to stand straight up, attentive and needy. Maybe she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Maybe she liked me too...

I didn't want her to stop, but she made no move to continue. The sensations of her sucking needily on my neck and her hand playing with the fur on my stomach, right above the waistband of my boxers drove my manhood insane. Her fingers would gently brush my skin, sending jolts of electricity down my spine every time. And her gentle, soft, warm tongue would gently slide against the sensitive skin and fur of my neck. I need her... SO bad. I could feel her bare breasts against my chest, and her legs intertwined with mine. My body was going insane and she wasn't moving!! Finally though, she moved a bit, her leg sliding up my trembling thigh, her knee jostling my erection, the small movement enough to make me whine impatiently.

I gently pushed her so she was on her back, ready to attack her neck in kisses and try to prove myself to her, but her eyes were closed. "A-Abby?" I questioned. Surely she can't be asleep... She can't have done that in her sleep!!! I shook her gently, a movement that would definitely get her attention if she was awake, but it shouldn't wake her up if she was asleep.

FUCK! NO! She's asleep! She got me all worked up in her sleep!

I sighed in defeat. This girl is going to be the death of me...

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Two days later, I had fallen asleep on the couch as I waited for her to return home. What woke me was the gentle feeling of fingers running through my hair and the soft surface of legs under my head. A smile broke my features, and I looked up at her. Abby, my beautiful foxy lady. She smiled down at me with the softest, most loving smile she had ever given. The smile she reserved for me.

"B-Brookie? I-I need to tell you something," she said, her stutter making my butterflies uneasy.

"Anything my beautiful girl," I said, sitting up and wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

She nuzzled happily into my neck and picked up my free hand, playing with my fingers. "Brookie, you have been my rock for my whole life. You've always been there for me. Sometimes you don't deserve my kindness, but I know there are times when I don't deserve yours. And I think what I'm trying to say... No. I know what I'm trying to say is that I love you, Brooklyn. I love you more than anyone, and I want to be yours," she looked up at me as she finished.

All I could do was stare at her, slackjawed. My heart was screaming for me to tell her how I felt, and my head was telling me to keep it cool. I didn't know what to do, so I froze. The only noise I made was a very unintelligent, "Uuuuuuuhhhhh," noise. God, I could have been drooling.

The softness and love in her ocean blue eyes soon turned into fiery anger. She growled at me and tore herself away from me. "Fucking say something!!!" she screamed and hopped up.

I guess she must have been scared or something, but her anger only made me freeze up more, with my angry self wanting to yell back, and my sensible self wanting to keep it cool and tell her my feelings. Fuck. I am so useless sometimes!!!!

Her growl got more high-pitched and desperate, and she slapped me. "Brooklyn!!!! Fucking SAY SOMETHING!!!!!"

A low growl emerged from my gullet. My angry side had won, partially. Instead of yelling at her or, god forbid, hitting her, I just stood up. "Stop yelling at me. You're being unreasonable," I said, "Calm down."

That statement just set her off more, and she slapped me hard, making my cheek sting. "FUCK YOU Brooklyn!!! I just poured my HEART out to you!!! You're so fucking STUPID!!!" she screamed, pulling her hand back for another slap.

"YOU'RE the stupid one!!!" I countered childishly, "If you had just let me THINK for a minute instead of going off like a madwoman, maybe we wouldn't be FIGHTING!!!!!"

She went in for another slap, but I caught her arm and shoved her against the wall, pinning her there. I could feel her body pressed to mine, her breasts perfect, pressing against my chest, her body hot with rage. Before I could stop myself, I kissed her. After a moment of hesitation, she kissed me back, but quickly pulled away. "B-Brookly-" she started, but I cut her off with a kiss, shoving my tongue down her throat. She reacted quickly, kissing me back, tangling her tongue with mine and wrapping her arms around my neck. I pulled her body even closer to mine when I picked her up, sliding my hands down to her ass and squeezing the firm cheeks gently before picking her up so she could straddle me. She was already wet. I could feel it soak through my shirt and onto my skin. Her muzzle nudged my neck as she moaned softly, sliding herself down. She was now on top of my manhood. I could feel her wetness soak through our clothes and touch my already throbbing member, and it pushed me over the edge.

Her body trembled with need as I slammed her into the kitchen wall. She whimpered and scratched down my arms with her thick canine claws. She didn't even waste time with my shirt, instead opting to drop out of my arms and tug my pants and boxers down needily. Instinctually, I tangled my fingers in her silky smooth hair, watching her as she swirled her tongue around my member, teasing me. She gently closed her teeth around my knot, teasing me. Her eyes shone with need and lust and arousal as she took me into her mouth, bobbing and sucking, swirling her tongue around my cock, responding to the little whimpers I let out by swallowing me past my knot, her throat tight around the tip of my member, her warm, wet mouth far beyond what I could have imagined. She watched me as she bobbed, and sucked harder the more noise I let out. Soon I was yelling and screaming her name, and she was bobbing up and down on my member, her soft paws fondling my testicles, squeezing them in time with her bobs. A loud growl escaped my lips and I released my load into her welcoming mouth. She opened her delicate maw and showed me the white substance laying on her tongue, then swallowed quite audibly, showing me her empty mouth.

Abby took charge, leading me to the couch and laying on it, pulling her shirt off to reveal both her perfect, perky breasts and her lovely curves. "Return the favor while your little cock rests," She commanded, pulling off her panties to reveal her perfect pink pussy, wet with arousal and need.

I didn't need her to repeat herself. I soon tasted her, licking her whole pussy, feeling her lips with my long canine tongue and flicking her clit with it. Her moans were loud and needy, and as I pulled away to watch her, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my face back in between her legs. "You don't get a break puppy... You have to finish me off before you can breathe," she smirked and ripped my shirt off, shoving my snout almost inside her.

I slid my tongue into her entrance, tasting her and feeling her with the sensitive muscle. She kept her grip on my hair, tugging it and forcing my face down into her when she wasn't getting enough. I thrust into her with my tongue and used my nose to rub her clit, sending her body into a writhing, trembling mess. Despite her extreme arousal, she kept her grip on my hair, not letting up until I had made her scream. Her entrance tightened around my tongue, so I used the tip to stimulate the soft spots I had discovered, listening to her howl in pleasure, my member already hard for her soft, perfect pussy.

She came down from her high and pulled my face out from in between her legs, tugging it up to her face and kissing me hard. I picked her up and slammed her into a wall again, earning a loud moan from her and a few broken picture frames falling from the wall. Her fur was soft and clean in my mouth as I worked at her neck, licking and nipping and sucking, listening to her moans and howls of delight. Soon, I felt her wetness drip onto my needy member, and I took that as an invitation, slamming my cock into her tight entrance.

Inside her was unlike anything I could ever imagine. A soft whine emerged from my nose as I felt the softness, the warmth, and all the little nooks and crannies of her precious, delicate womanhood. I gave her my first thrust, and she threw her head back, howling in pleasure. I couldn't contain myself. I slammed into her, feeling deeper inside her every time as she relaxed to let me in, her tight entrance tightening even more as a reaction to the harshness and quickness of the thrusts. She became more wet, and my precum mixed with her fluids, the liquid soon dripping out of her. We howled together and I quickened my thrusts, feeling her tighten around me. I could hardly move when I felt the sweet release of orgasm. She must have too because she howled my name, screaming it to the heavens as we rode our respective highs.

We were a panting mess, laying on my bed. I had taken her downstairs, barely able to walk my legs were shaking so much. I had flopped in bed and she had snuggled into my neck. I could still feel my cum spilling out of her slowly, dripping and flowing.

She looked up at me with soft, loving eyes, her smile back on her lips. "I love you Brooklyn... I have since we met."

I laid a gentle kiss upon her lips and hugged her tighter. "I love you too Abby. More than anything in the world. Will you be my girlfriend?"

She giggled, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world. "Of course I will dummy," she said, giving me a sweet, soft kiss.

Her kiss was intended to be cute and innocent, but we didn't stop. We kept kissing. I couldn't stop. The way her lips felt on mine made me feel like I was in heaven on Earth, and her body was sweaty and naked and pressed to mine. She began grinding against me as she slipped her soft tongue into my mouth, but I was already hard. Moans escaped those perfect lips, and I once again felt the amazing softness of her womanhood. There were ridges right after her entrance that teased the base of my cock, and after that, she opened up a little, but she was still so tight. My member felt around the crevasses and pockets of her, and I wrapped my arms around her. She laid kisses on my neck and bounced on top of me, kissing up my neck and jaw and ending on my lips. She never pulled herself off all the way. My knot was inside her the whole time. We wanted to be close to each other. We wanted to love each other. And that's exactly what we did. I sat up, holding her close to my chest as I laid a feathering of kisses along her neck and shoulder, thrusting into her, not wanting these precious moments to end.

Her moans echoed in my ears, and she snaked her arms around my neck. I laid her down, and watched her in amazement as my thrusts caused her to writhe and call out in pleasure. Her slim arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me to her. I continued thrusting, now cupping those breasts I had longed to touch for so long, kneading their perky tenderness in my hands, amazed by them. Her howls increased in volume when I gently pinched her nipples, and I smiled. She writhed and grinded with me, her arms never letting go of me as I thrusted in time to her grinding, playing with and pinching and licking her nipples.

Abby whimpered softly and kissed my lips hard, rolling me onto my back. She buried her face in my neck and whispered softly, her voice coated with lust, need, and most of all with love, "I love you Brooklyn.... I'm never going to let you go..."

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, my passion for her overwhelming my senses. My thrusts increased in intensity and speed, my hands holding her perfect little hips, holding them in place so I could pleasure her. I thrust into her warm pussy, and she moaned into my mouth. Her face became buried in my neck once again. She was panting, calling out my name, and howling her love for me, almost as if she wanted the whole world to know. My whimpers and howls soon joined hers, and her entrance once again tightened so I couldn't move, and we rode out our high together, my cum releasing into her fertile womanhood, her body pressed to mine in the most intimate of embraces.

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EPILOGUE

So you're probably wondering how Abby and I are doing now that all that drama is out of the way. Well, it's been two years. I got a job at a bank, and she's one of the most respected young artists in Seattle. Not bad, huh? Yeah, we don't think it's too shabby either.

Anyway, we moved out of that shitty little apartment. We loved it, but it was really starting to go to the dogs (no pun intended). We moved into a little house in the suburbs of Seattle. Abby was so excited when we bought it. She ran around the yard for an hour. The only reason she stopped was because she hit her head on a low branch of a tree. Silly girl.

Anyway, she and I are celebrating our two-year anniversary tonight, and I'm waiting for her to get ready, as usual.

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"Brookie I want cake," Abby says, an adorable pleading look on her face. How in the world am I supposed to say no to that?!

Chuckling, I reply, "You can have cake as long as we both drink a glass of champagne in celebration."

Her eyes light up, and she grins, nodding.

The waiter is already on the way with the champagne, and he waits near the table to pour it, causing Abby to pout again, looking at me.

My heart is about to jump out of my mouth, but I lower myself onto one knee in front of her, pulling the little velvet box that I have been carrying around with me for the past year out of my pocket, and opening the lid, revealing to Abby the silver engagement ring inside.

"Abby, will you do me a great honor and be my wife?" I ask her simply, grinning up at her.

Tears spring to her eyes and she slaps me gently. "Did you want me to be embarrassed you asshole!!! OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU DICKHEAD!!!!" she yells, dropping to her knees to hug me, tightly constricting my air flow, but nonetheless bringing a smile to my lips.

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FIN