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Thicker Than Blood

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Pt.10 – Motions

Eventually, after laying on the couch for so long, it came time for dinner. Just one sound of your stomach rumbling was enough to get the Saint Bernard's attention, adjusting herself so she could get up and walk towards the kitchen. You wondered what Grace had planned for the both of you – maybe there was some sort of new recipe that she was dying to try out. Your mouth was already watering at the thought…

“Hey, Vincent." The voice called out from behind the refrigerator door.

“Yeah?"

She didn't answer for a minute: the sounds of bottles and movement in that rectangular box probably meant she was deep in thought about what she wanted, well, before deciding to close the door with a pout on her muzzle. Once she was done, Grace came back, her arms folded in her chest, looking at the television with a sort-of glare – maybe she hoped that food would magically appear in front of us. Still, she didn't say a word.

“Y-Yeah..?" You asked again, wondering if she was lost in thought or couldn't make up her mind.

“I was thinking…" her paw tapped against her arm a couple times, then she looked your way, “how about we order pizza?"

Pizza, huh? It was the king of all delivery foods: sitting on it's gilded throne with a crown that read, “I-Don't-Want-To-Cook-Tonight." You couldn't blame her, after all the effort she probably spent yesterday making that soup. The leftovers would still be good, but you couldn't turn down a hot slice of pepperoni pizza. Plus, it would make the perfect compliment to movie night.

“Sounds good to me."

Her genuine smile reassured herself, as if it could say thanks. You watched as the large bundle of fur skipped towards the kitchen once again to pick up her phone, taking a second to look back at you.

“We can probably split a large… if you want."

“Whatever works for you." In truth, you didn't want to spend too much of her money.

“Toppings?"

“Just pepperoni for my half."

“Just pepperoni?"

“Yeah, just pepperoni."

“But that's so lame."

“I guess that leaves more toppings for your side then."

“Touché, Vincent."

She raised a paw and twiddled her digits in the air, whispering a valiant “Yes," before she dialed on the phone. How many toppings did a girl need..? Well, maybe you could let her have this one, besides, there was nothing wrong with pepperoni, or so you thought – a little grease wouldn't kill you.

It was finally time, and you both were prepared for the night with an assortment of utensils, food, and snacks on the living room table. Hell, there was even time to make some mixed drinks, admittedly only being rum and coke. Grace plopped the disc into one of the many electronics underneath the television, grabbed the remote, and surveyed everything once more, just to make sure it was right. With a quick turn of her head, she faced you, seriousness in her eyes.

“Need to use the bathroom?"

That was pretty strange to ask… “Uhh, no?"

“Well this movie's pretty long and you don't want to miss out on anything. Trust me."

Oh, that makes sense. “I… think I'll be fine."

“Just go in case."

“Can't we just pause-"

“Goooo."

Her paw waved you off, as if a child was in a rush to get things started. Your face was unsure, looking back and forth between the television and the Saint Bernard – she was simply waiting patiently for you, the remote in the paws on her lap. Guess you had no choice on this one. With a hefty sigh, you got up, pushing against the couch to help on you ascent.

“Alright, but you better not eat any of my slices."

“Don't worry. I won't" She winked.

Better make it fast.

When you came back, Grace had to have been at work providing the perfect atmosphere for the movie: the lights were turned down low and she decided to bring over a pillow and blanket from her room, setting it down on your side of the couch. Really, it brought a genuine touch to your heart that she would go through all this just for her favorite movie. She placed her paw down, patting the spot next to her with an eager expression – you smiled, sat down, and the night began.

“Stary Days:" The title of the movie came on, accompanied with a violin, that showed a boy and girl running through a field of flowers. It was another movie done in that cute art-style but even you had heard good ratings about it, somewhere in that shoddy memory of yours. It was heralded as a masterpiece of film, music, and art with the director going on to make many films similar to this one, each with their own story to tell. Strangely, there wasn't a lot of dialogue between the characters, which made you wonder how they even communicated apart from a couple yells or shouts of names.

“The art looks really nice." You stated, taking another sip of your drink.

“Yeah, it's one of Mayu's greatest accomplishments." Her voice was enthusiastic, but her face didn't turn away from the television.

Then, a human girl came on the screen – she was all alone, running away from some kind of demon or monster-looking thing. Just before she was about to get snatched, a wolf came and saved her. Apparently, she was stuck in a dimension full of the ugly things, even though the world looked beautiful.

“Why isn't he ugly, like the rest of them."

“He's a spirit sent to protect her."

“But she just got there. How would he have known?"

“Shh. It'll explain later."

Looks like you weren't getting an easy answer from this. Still, the pieces were starting to make sense… or so you hoped.

Eventually, the wolf man was succumbing to some kind of curse, even threatening the girl for trying to help him out. It was around this time that you felt Grace wrap herself around your left arm, the scene getting a little emotional. Your head leaned in, mesmerized by the actions of the girl… she was about to risk her own life to save the wolf's. You felt warmth on your face: maybe due to her, maybe the alcohol kicking in, or because it was actually sad to see him in such a state. The wolf was trying to protect her but at the same time, only hurting her in doing so. These were fictional characters, but somehow, you felt vaguely connected to them.

Your eyes glued to the television as they both struggled to reach a spot on the flowery hill: the monsters were right behind them too, feeling Grace's grip tighten around your arm while your breath was still. As soon as they both touched a large flower in the center, the petals opened, sending all manners of color to wash over the landscape, which caused the demons to disappear and the wolf to turn into a boy, the same childhood friend of hers from the beginning. He looked out for her, even after he had passed away long ago… but she had to leave the world – she didn't belong there. Before she stepped out back into her reality, they had shared one last moment together in each other's embrace. Then, the credits started to roll.

There was a lump in your throat – you wanted to ask what happened after that but you already knew. Grace was sniffling right next to you, holding a pair of tissues that she used to wipe her eyes and snout. You wondered how many times she watched this movie, feeling the way you did right now: it was like waves of bittersweet loneliness covered your body, making you want to reach out and hold onto someone, never letting them go. One look down was enough to tell that she still felt that loneliness, clinging onto your arm like her life depended on it. Maybe you should ask her…

“Grace…" Your voice was soft.

“Vincent…" Grace replied, raising her head slightly with wet eyes.

You didn't know whether to continue or not, but your heart was yearning for an answer: You had to ask – you had to at least try.

“Do-"

It was strange to hear both of you speaking out at the same time, saying the same words, looking into each other's eyes. Immediately, your attentions focused elsewhere: a small squeak of bashfulness came from Grace, and you, in turn, let out a small murmur. A few seconds passed before she decided to break the silence.

“You first." Her shaky voice whispered.

You took a deep breath in, closing your eyes to calm yourself.

“Grace, do you ever... get lonely?"

She took a moment before looking up towards you, answering in a shy, broken voice.

“Y-Yeah. D-Do you..?"

Something sparked inside you, looking into those chestnut eyes, only responding with a simple word.

“Yeah."

It took all the breath in your lungs to say it. What was this feeling? You felt like you were shaking more than her on the inside, an instinct rather than a reaction. A piece of you wanted to hide it, like you always did, but she deserved to know more than anyone else. You wished to be vulnerable: you wished to give into the emotions, the temptations, flaws and quirks you so desperately locked up – All you could muster was a long stare at the ceiling.

“I… I've been like this. For so long. You… You probably-"

She pulled herself closer to you, holding your hand in one of her paws while you brought your head down, watery eyes blinked and focused to see behind the tears. Her timid eyes inspected as much of you as she could, staring deep into all of your features: It was as if she was recounting all the pain and burdens that wore you down, all the memories, all the trauma that was embedded within. She wanted to sink into you, to let herself be a part of you – so she answered, with a voice longing to be let out.

“Tell me. Please, Vincent."

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Pt.11 – Heartstrings

You and Grace were locked in each other's gaze, each trying to fully understand the emotion behind. Her chestnut eyes were beautiful and held joyful tears – it was as if she had seen someone she lost a long time ago. And you, you found something that cleared the emptiness from your mind, the piece that was missing.

The apartment faded in your vision, there was only her. It felt like a lifetime had passed.

You leaned forward, kissing your lips gingerly against hers and she kissed back in earnest, just as tenderly. Both of you were quiet, bringing yourselves closer to one another, exchanging breaths, then tastes. It was sloppy, at first, feeling her tongue press against your lips, then into your mouth. You tilted your head, bringing your face at an angle with her short muzzle. Swapping fluids was intoxicating: you wanted more of her with every moan and she returned with sincere whimpers. Eyes shut, passion filled your minds and took over whatever sense of time remained. The soft touch of her paws gripped harder onto your hand. Your tongues let go of one another, letting a string of saliva fall onto her fur. She wanted more, lust-filled eyes craving for all of you.

Grace led you to her bedroom. It seemed like the hesitant lady you once knew was now completely sure of herself. A burning desire fueled her as she peeked back to smile at you. It was a face that spoke, “As long as it's with you. Only you."

You both made your way to the bed, still in the same disarray that it was before. You gulped as you watched her start to undress, seeing her lift the shirt off her body, only to make her breasts bounce inside a tan-colored bra. Without thinking, you walked towards here and spoke softly.

“H-Here. Let me…"

Grace looked confused at first, but then allowed herself entirely to your touch. You could tell you were nervous since your whole body was shivering. You pressed both hands against her hips, she squeaked, rubbing up and down, letting your fingers run through the silky fur of hers. Looks like she likes that. Fingers continued to trace the waves and tufts of fur, allowing them to be buried in her plump physique. It was alluring, being pulled into her like this. She gently sighed and smiled while you continued to explore her. One of your fingers reached the waistband of her tight sweatpants, coaxing a small whimper from her. You let your other fingers ride along the waist, pushing your body closer to hers. More whimpers, yet her tail wagged impatiently. Slowly, you pulled down, letting her thighs peek from outside their confinement.

You continued further and further down her leg, bending down on your knees to reach all the way to her paws. She was shaking now, too. Before you lifted up your head, you were face to face with her crotch, only the fabric of panties hid her sex. The giant of a lady was turned into a shivering mess of lust and bashfulness. But you knew – She was wetter than ever for you. Just mere inches away and you could feel her heat, smell her excitement, and just one whiff sent you into a trance. She was really whimpering now, holding both her paws by her face. You exhale softly, causing her body to jolt in response, yet her fluffy tail wagged out of control. Still, you inhaled and exhaled by her sex, her body in a frenzy of shudders and whimpers, caused by your actions.

“P-Please~ Ahh… V-Vincent~"

You stopped yourself short, looking up towards Grace – she was a mess of shakes and shivers. It was enough time for teasing, but that didn't stop you from placing a firm kiss on her crotch. A high pitched whimper caused the large Saint Bernard to almost hop in place. Your fingers ran around her panties and dragged them slowly down her body. She cooed at the relief, letting her sex out in the open. God, you were really fucking hard now. You were getting impatient and decided to undo the strap of her bra, that was, before she stopped you.

Her voice was trembling, “V-Vincent?"

You froze in place, wondering if you had done something. “Grace?"

She didn't say anything, just moved towards a box in her room and grabbed something. It was a small package with an indentation. “Oh, right." Your anxiety washed away immediately as you reached out for the package but she shook her head, trying her best not to blush before coming close to you.

“M-My turn…"

She kept the package between her paws, only setting it down on the floor so she could kneel at your waist level. Her puppy dog eyes looked up to you from the floor. Fuck, you never saw something so hot before. The ill-fitted sweatpants were tented, hiding some of her face but her innocent eyes were still there, watching the spot twitch. It was as if she was thinking something over in her head: then, she pressed her muzzle against it, sniffing deeply and making your body shake, all of your nerves on end. She pressed herself against you, ears, snout, and mouth, before using her teeth to grip the loose sweatpants and plucked them, letting the clothes fall to your ankles.

It felt liberating but God, you were on edge. “Yes…" The low moan hummed from within you.

She gave the twitching member a look once, twice, three times over before she opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to loll on you. The strands of saliva dribbled from her mouth, coating your sex over and over with a fresh, warm batch – some of it landed on her furry collar but she didn't mind in the slightest. You were getting dangerously close, putting your hand on top of her head, slowly thrusting your hips while rubbing and scratching, a sign she was doing a good job. Her eyes widened for only a second, letting you take control of her, but your motions only made her continue with even more fervor, occasionally looking up towards you. Her tongue licked, lapped, and suckled on every inch of you.

“Mmm, Grace~"

She didn't stop and your words seemed to melt. Your hips bucked forward on instinct against her muzzle, placing your other hand on top of her head, keeping her buried in your crotch – there was no stopping it now. Her moans were as loud as the slick wet sounds that came from her mouth, echoing in the room, getting you closer and closer to that release before you felt a tidal wave of bliss wash over you. Both you and Grace moaned, grasping hard onto tufts of fur while you came in her mouth. Your hands locked on top of her head, feeling the last of your energy flow into her as you kept her locked in your crotch. Her eyes were half-lidded, taking a second to slowly pull off from your sex when you stopped throbbing, her teeth barely grazed your tip in a final shudder of stimulation. She gulped before looking up towards you, those puppy dog eyes once again begging for your attention with her tail thumping against the floor.

“Good girl."

You felt content in that ecstasy, barely able to make the words come out of your mouth, most of your thoughts focused on standing straight. Grace let out a happy sigh before getting up from the floor and moving towards the bed, rubbing her head against your hands along the way up. She crawled onto the bed, her body adjusting to find the perfect spot before patting an empty area in front of her. The realization came that you were still shaking, taking your time to reach her while allowing the sweatpants to just fall off your ankles with each step, near the package on the ground.

Once you reached the bed, you raised the sweatshirt off your body and tossed it against the floor. You nestled yourself against her, sinking deeper into billowy fur as a big paw wrapped around your chest. When she brought you in closer, you felt the difference in size, but she managed to adjust to a better angle. Her snout took deep breaths before hot exhales cooed into your ear with the occasional kiss on your head. She didn't even pull the covers up and you could feel yourself drifting to sleep, in her soft embrace.

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Pt.12 – Released

It was Sunday, and for the first time in a long time, you managed to get a good night's rest. For once, it was strange to dream of nothing. There wasn't any imagery or emptiness, just peace at mind. You felt comfortable and at ease within Grace's loving arms. Just how long were you two asleep for? Your eyes tried adjusting to the room's lighting, placing a hand on the back of her paw and shaking lightly. Her grip only tightened on you, bringing you closer to her chest with a small whimper before warm snores breezed in your hair.

Maybe five more minutes…

A fresh drool stain marked the pillow you slept on. You felt a kiss on your neck before the entire bed shifted, Grace's weight rocking you violently awake. When you opened your eyes, she was directly above you, ready to greet you with another kiss. You wiped your face before pressing your lips against hers. Her soft pecks were cute and that face she made warmed your heart to the core.

“Time to get up, sleepy head."

Grace shifted herself off the bed, not bothering to grab any clothes as she made her way out the room. Must be her day off. Her fuzzy tail swaying on her bare ass was the last thing you saw before she disappeared behind the door. There was a difference in her voice entirely. It felt good to hear her like this – certain and calm. The effect seemed to rub off on you as well. Your mind felt clearer, your anxiety quelled. You brought yourself from the bed, looking out the doorway to the wall separating your apartments. A smile drew on your face… Who would've thought..?

The Saint Bernard was already at work cooking a meal for the both of you. You looked at the time. Twelve o'clock. No wonder you feel so refreshed.

“What's on the menu, Grace?" You asked, sitting down in the chair like you normally did.

“Just a little something sweet." She said with a tempting voice, swaying back and forth in the kitchen.

“Uhh, need any help?" You weren't exactly the best chef around but you wanted to at least offer.

“Nope. You stay right there, cutie."

“Cutie, huh?" You thought, replaying the word in your head. “Cutie." It made your cheeks rosy. “Cutie." You've never been called that before… well, besides that one time at work from an older lynx – you didn't want to think about that. You shook your head before going back to watch Grace flip and turn the delicious meal you were ready to have. Part of your mind drifted back to yesterday's work, how all the labor you did sure made everything sparkle a little better. Maybe you ought to pat yourself on the back again.

She set down a plate of pancakes, sausage, and eggs in front of you, then placed one beside for herself. Looks like she didn't want to sit on opposite sides anymore. You didn't protest in the slightest: you wanted to be near her as much as possible. Once she sat down, you decided to raise your hand, petting the top of her head and scratching behind her ear. That tail of hers thumped against the chair in delight.

After finishing the meal, the two of you enjoyed the rest of the afternoon by spending a bit of quality time together. In reality, it was just more cuddling on the couch while watching reruns of those cute art-style television shows she loved so much. The plot lines were nothing compared to that movie, just people fighting against one another in the name of love or something to that extent, but it was good background noise while the two of you got cozy and made out. A kiss here, a rub there… She was loving every minute of affection from you, taking the occasional glance to give you those big puppy dog eyes of hers for another head scratch – you never refused, it just warmed your heart too much.

Time had flown by quicker than you knew, the sunset's glow barely visible beyond the living room curtains. A thought flew by in your head, breaking you from your mini-vacation. You've got work tomorrow… Shit. Why couldn't every day be like this? As you were laying in her arms, you manage to steal a quick glance from her before she stuffed some more popcorn in her mouth.

“Hey, Grace."

She looked down to you with an immediate concern, almost like a rabbit sticking it's head out of a burrow.

“Do you think you could give me a ride to work in the morning?"

“Oh! Of course, cutie. Anything for you~"

Okay, you had to admit that last part felt a little excessive. Then again, who were you to judge? You both only realized the feelings you had for one another last night. Last night… You tried to recall your emotions and how you felt about her. For some reason, it just seemed like a blur. One minute you were in the living room, the next getting a face-full of dog on your lower half. She gave you cute nicknames, yet you still haven't said one to her. Why did it matter what she called you or how she did? Why did it matter…

Your body sank into her fur. A speck of anxiety balled itself up inside of your stomach, stretching itself through your body. There was no reasoning behind it – actually, you couldn't pinpoint it and that's what ate at you. You just felt bad on a whim, and you certainly didn't want to alarm her, so you continued to talk in your normal voice.

“H-Hey, Grace." You called out again, this time not looking back.

“Yes, cutie?"

“What about my clothes?"

“I can get them for you in the morning, if you'd like."

“Yeah, that'd be great."

Yeah... That'd be great...