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Amelie’s Self-Discovery Chapter Two

By Pão Pão

Michael said he did not mind the occasional wrinkles in his clothes. Yes, he did not mind that there was white-and-chestnut strands of fur everywhere on the apartment all the time, and vacuuming god-only-knows how many times per week never changed the amount of fur he found over the furniture, kitchen and their bedroom, so he just got used to it. He got used to helping his girlfriend wash and groom herself, Amelie didn’t admit she needed help but, her condition plus responsibilities left the apartment in a continuous mess, and having Michael there now meant they ended with more free time on their hands.

They did not take too long to adjust to being together so often, and besides the too common melancholic hug they shared early in the morning on days they spent apart from one another, it all went as well as they themselves allowed.

They were bundled together on a friday night, studying their own things on the couch. Michael stopped for a moment to gaze at Amelie, notice how she would use her claws to carefully separate a page from the others and flip to the next page. He reached for her neck and stroked the wavy fur, gently twirling it in his fingers. She wore one of his tees, tied at the bottom so it would not drag. They had just eaten dinner, a liver pot pie, one of Amelie’s comfort foods. Michael told her it was better than it had any right to be, and that it was nice to know how resourceful in the kitchen you could be with a pair of paws and a muzzle, even if you were using frozen puff pastry. Michael put a post-it on the page and closed the book, taking a long look at her.

“My last summer before graduating is coming, we could go to the mountains and see your dad after, what do you think?” He made his proposition, patting her on the back.

“Wha- That would be a lot of driving for you, all the way down to Atlanta, are you sure about that? But yes, i haven’t seen my dad in a while, I’d like that” She Completed the phrase with a yawn, stretching her lean legs to either side of the couch. “And if I were to do that I'd have to break the news to him that I have a boyfriend, but what about the mountains?” She inquired.

“So, I've been thinking, we’ve been avoiding being seen together around here because we are intern and supervisor right? If we plan a holiday far away we could be seen together in public and nothing would come of it, also, i’ve never gone to Appalachia! We could go hiking, rent a cabin for a few days. You can finally stop all that boring work to read Demon Copperhead right where it's set, what do you think?” Micheal asked hopeful, almost lifting her up as he embraced her slender form.

Amelie nosed him, licking his cheek. “Hey careful with my glasses! And sure, i’ll just have to plan a few things, i miss going out and just doing whatever comes to my head, Dad used to take me camping in the region so there's some nostalgia to be had there too, though im taking just my Kobo, I got a special hardcover edition of Demon Copperhead and i don't want it dinged!”

“Yes ma’am.” Michael said, chuckling. “Want me to heat up the bath for us?” He asked, picking her up from the stepladder and rubbing his cheek on her fluffy neck.

“Only if you dry me later.” She asked, nibbling his ear.

If Amelie were alone she would wash herself by just wetting all of her fur and then trying to get it all lathered up with dog shampoo, then rinse it all up. It took a while and her shower needed a few adaptations but she managed it all by herself, she had a large floor mounted hair dryer that was the best thing she ever got for her bathroom, she was skipping around the apartment like a puppy after she used it for the first time.

With Michael around, they could share a bath, still with dog products but she knew where to get stuff that didn’t smell too stereotypical. Ironically they would not fit together if they were both human, but like this, she could stay right on top of him. So she curled up right there, only with her head out of the water as he caressed her soft exposed belly and blushy freckled folds.

She stood on the mat, shaking the water out of herself as Michael dried himself and then got the excess out of her, she flicked her dryer on and that stream of warm air surrounded her, she turned around in the midst of it for a few minutes until she was dry and cozy.

They laid on the bed for a while, struggling to find something to watch.

“Hey hun, when you first had your sexual awakening, what was it like?” Michael asked Amelie, trying to get her attention away from her phone.

“Ahh-I matured at the same speed as a human, though i used to behave a lot like a puppy when i was little. That means I was still around 11..Yes i had just turned 11. Was the age I accepted my personhood, and that i wasn’t a dog, or human. Even then I did feel things for other people of course, and developed attractions the same way other girls did, at least I think I did. It was hard to have a serious conversation about this, i had very few friends and the internet was a joke back then, but when porn got more accessible oh dear i did browse a lot of it.” She has left her phone aside and leaned against him.

“How were your fantasies, like, how did you see yourself in them? do you have any favorites?” He pulled her closer, pressing their semi nude bodies together.

“Every girl wanted Di Caprio right?” She giggled. “And I wanted to be just the average nerd, same skin tone as my tummy, same curly chestnut hair, just human, at least back then, but I got stuck being the Beast and not Belle.” Amelie had her eyes closed, snout pointed up as her head rested on Michaels chest.

“And now how do you feel about it?” He scratched her ear as he waited for her response.

“It’s easier to live like this nowadays, especially after you're done with school, i could never really picture myself as human or even try to imagine what would it would be like, i mean, i cant even know what's like to walk on two legs. But i do get to know what's like to feel desired now at least, i wasn't expecting that.”

Michael bent down to kiss her dark lips, he pulled his shirt off of her, revealing her fair tummy and pink nipples, he stroked her lower half downwards,resting his erect cock against her cunt, he pressed their sexes against one another, her juices leaking on his. Amelie moaned, in a move that was well known to her he held her by the front paws as he laid down, leaving her on top of him.

“That's a good girl… What would it be like to do this just lit by a fireplace in a forest in Virginia?” He teased me.

Amelie moved closer to his shaft, enveloping it with her broad, thin tongue, sloppily coating it with her spit.

“Relaxing i hope, hoping bigots and dumbasses stay away from us, and i wanna forget my work for a little bit.”

Moving her body forward she rested her head under his chin while his cock slid into her spade. She sat back up, pulling herself forward slightly each time she pulled it out and then back in.

Michaels face lit up and he looked at her before chuckling. Amelie hastened her pace, frowning at her companion.

“So what's on your mind?”

“Oh you’ll see, I don't think anyone will bother you,but don't worry about it now.” He still chuckled.

Amelie sneered at him, her pupils barely visible. She restarted the bouncing, faint oomfs barely audible from her.

“Okay now, I get that you’re kinkier than you let yourself seem like, but im watching you, you rascal.” She whispered at him.

“Kinky or just seduced by the sexy librarian?” Michael said with more than a whisper, lifting himself and laying her down into a mating press position.

Amelie tried to raise her voice for a second but his kiss calmed her down, she was held by the haunches, loud slapping noises came about each time he landed on her hips, not taking long to pump her full of cum.

Both collapsed sideways and rested for a minute where they were.

“I will call dad tomorrow and ask for time off on monday. Okay? Still have no idea of what i'll be wearing most of my time there though.” She said with Temu already open on her phone.

“You’ll be beautiful, I'm sure. I”ll look into most travel arrangements, please don't worry about them, you end up not leaving enough of the adulting to me.” He teased.

“Yea force of habit, might get easier when i'm not your supervisor anymore.”

“Sure, well goodnight Ma’am”

Amelie snorted and gave him a light kick.

their plans fell into place. Amelie’s father adjusted to the idea that his daughter was now dating and invited them for dinner with him and his wife when they were over. On the morning they were set to leave, Amelie lazed on the bed after opening her eyes for what seemed like forever. The pale yellow sunshine warmed her snoot and her mind drifted between dream and wakefulness. She could hear faint noises around her, probably Michael getting ready, as for herself her case was ready since yesterday and she always packed light, so she could afford to take her time right now.

Her phone was now at her paw’s reach, she did not have much of a social media presence but she was somewhat of a big thing on Goodreads and Twitter, as the actual dog who wrote a thesis on Dostoevsky, she also hoped people were there for her opinions but now she guessed they’d get to see some bits of her trip too.

Just not the bits with Michael for now. What would it look like after he got his degree and was out of the library as well? It was a discussion they barely dipped their feet and paws in, it stressed her but she’d likely have to touch the subject during the trip. Maybe Amelie would wait for him to broach it first.

Her breakfast was ready, a bowl of scrambled eggs and toast, warm green tea on the side. She sat at her side, spat her phone onto the top of the table and looked up at Michael for a moment.

“So…” She began, trying to complete her thought.

“So? I’m ready, you’re ready?” He snapped back, calmly with his chin resting on his palm.

“Yea just have to put on some shoes and then take all our stuff down to the car.” She said with her maw half full. “The eggs are great by the way, thanks darling.”

Amelie was excited to wear something new, she was so glad it was easy to get appropriately sized clothes nowadays, so she got to stroll out of the apartment in a tank top and shorts, together with her prescription sunglasses she could mistake herself for her teenage self. After taking the cases down to the garage she stopped to think of how much she changed in that small timeframe, becoming a lady that takes vacations and travels to fun places, takes pictures and tags them #nature and all that… Maybe it's not that bad actually.

One hour later she was still fidgeting with her dog seatbelt harness, She was never exactly comfortable in that thing. Now the view was changing, suburban sprawl gave place to fields and trees, she could see mountains in the distance.

“Did you pack the sugar-free peanut butter biscuits?” She asked absent-mindedly.

Micheal snorted, stroking his eye. “Can’t believe you even admit to liking these, actually I cant believe these are made for people…” He threw her the package.

“Hey they are dog safe too, dad checked” She was already ripping the package open and gnawing on the thin wafers.

“Daww puppy, you're lucky I never put you on borzoi Tiktok” He teased.

Amelie rolled her eyes.

“Cheer up, there's a thing for you on the backseat, it's a surprise, why don't you try it on?” He pointed to a small cardboard box resting on top of the seat. “Go there and check it out.” He had that excited grin on his face.

Hidden by the thin sheets of cardboard, plastic and soft foam was a delicate, frilly pink harness. There was a collar too, it had her name on it. Amelie flushed so strongly that Michael could see it through her fur and chuckled as he noticed.

“Oh my God, Michael, what is this?” She asked, trying to hold down her tone but what came out was a loud shrill. “You… For Me?!” She could not articulate the whole phrase, yet it was clear to him.

“I… Yes I’ve been wanting to try some petplay with you and got excited with all of those cool designs and options they had available… I Should have asked, I know.” He tried to articulate an excuse, biting his lower lip and fiddling with the switches on the dashboard, looking away. “But I- I still wanted it to be a surprise! for some special moment like today y’see… Sorry.”

Amelie wasnt entirely sure of what to think of this, the man who was the first one to have any semblance of a date with her, her first fuck, shared many moments with just like any dating couple wanted her to act like a regular dog. Was this just a sex thing or was he expecting her to go play fetch with him? Pee in public? Her head spun as she stood still on the backseat and Michael kept looking straight ahead, hands squeezing tightly on the wheel.

“There's a stop ahead, what if we get out and see what's over there? just to chill and forget this for now?” He pleaded, already changing course to park there. “Just, please.” He glanced at her but there was just the same vacant stare and a short nod.

The car stopped not long after, and Amelie saw a flash of light blind her.. The door had opened. Micheal pulled her out in a hug and she hung there limp as he frantically hugged her.

“Darling it’s… Okay, it’s okay. Sorry for that, I know you were thinking of me” She licked his cheek, and soon they were giggling again.

Amelie smelled forest and the natural decay around her, taking it all in, it felt great to be there now, so close to nature and still so comfortable. Michael was in a great mood today, being extra helpful with everything, as last night she allowed him to put the harness on her, it fit well and was comfortable. It didn't feel so bad.

She had spent the beginning of her day reading her backlog of books and drinking tea on the porch of the cabin, every now and then stopping to bark at wildlife that got too close. After last night acting more canine felt fine to her, it brought her some previously unknown joys to let herself act in ways she was raised to find shameful, she would lay on the floor, sniff things around the cabin and nibble Michael and she wanted his attention to herself.

She was a significant way into her book when Michael called her from the inside.

“Honey! I can hear some freshwater nearby,can you? you wanna go take a look?” He said, emerging from the doorway shirtless and wearing a hat.

“You're looking like you belong, just missing the sunburn.” she teased, nibbling his ankle. “And yes let's go, I think it's time, it's finally warm out.”

Michael crouched in front of her, pulling her close to pet and scratch under her ear. He Held out the harness in his hand.

“Found this on the coathanger, and why not match me? there's no one around we can even skinny dip.” He said with a short laugh.

Amelie blushed and drooped her snoot yet still kept her sight fixed on him.

“Any reason you want me to wear that, besides you being a freak? what if someone finds us there?”

“You just stay quiet and be a good dog, and they’ll have no idea of what's really going on” He said with a smile, already undressing her in that firm yet deliberate way he did when they were in bed. Without her clothes and with her short hair down you couldn't tell her from a regular borzoi, besides from how smart she’d seem to others.

She thought about that, in her life she rarely had the benefit of anonymity, besides in a few online accounts. Not only that but she was often pestered by all sorts of bigots, weirdos and people just wanting to hear her talk. It was in an ironical way, very dehumanizing, and she didn't have much humanity to lose. It all bothered her tremendously.

So why not be a dog instead of half a person?

“Yes, then let’s get going because I haven't chased a squirrel in too long.” She yapped already pacing about, her paws tippy-tapping on the hardwood deck.

“Oh you wanna run? let's race to the trail how about that?” he barely had time to turn around and close the door behind him, Amelie bolted through the narrow path and when he turned his head back at where she was, he could not see her anymore.

Her slender canine form zig-zagged around the trees, a fuzzy head popped out of the undergrowth every now and then each time she jumped over a dead tree, Amelie panted heavily as those years of just sitting around weren’t easy on her spindly limbs. Soon she arrived at the source of the sound, a river.

She walked up to the water and enjoyed feeling the pebbles on her paw pads, a quick dip with her nose informed her it was too cold for her liking but she could lay and rest while Michael swam. Amelie could clearly see the trees on the other side, and the sky was a pale blue, they had picked the right date for their trip. She gave out a raspy howl to call out for Michael, and came up to him wagging when she saw pop out of the thick vegetation.

“Hey, you could have gotten us lost in there!” He complained, breathing hard from trying to keep up with a sighthound.

“I can smell both you and the cabin, so no, I don't think so.” She yapped with a frown. “Also i think the water is too cold, I’d rather keep walking for longer.”

Michael slid his hand under her tail and fondled her cunt, spreading her soft lips gently. Amelie flushed, looking around in a panic, her heart racing but they were alone.

“Yea lets find a place where we can lay down in the shadow.” After a short pat on her ass they were both on her feet again and deep into the forest.

Her legs were muddied up to her knees, as the soil they went through was damp and so were the bushes. She could notice Michael was equally dirty but also sweaty, something she did not envy from humans, Amelie could enjoy all the now flourishing scents coming from his groin too, the dampness helping them come out through his shorts.

Memories of their loving fucks after nice dinners came to her, she was so glad that now it was easy to order food from anywhere, they would arrange the living room so they could eat from the center table, sitting on large pillows, and pretend they were somewhere nicer. Amelie had this unwavering anxiety over what visibly dating Michael would be like, but she was getting tired of hiding it from her colleagues, she wanted to attend their celebrations with him, take him as a plus one to weddings, all the things she was still missing out on.

The sex they had though, it had to be some of the best in the world, surely it felt like it. There was a chance that it was her canine body fooling her, maybe he just smelled so good due to her heightened sense of smell and so her mind melted away.. Having that throbbing cock in her just made her forget all the little problems they had and want herself fucked till she passed out.

She nibbled on his thigh, gently tugged on his shorts, trying to get him to know what she wanted.

“Darling, you packed the picnic towel didn't you?” She asked with a joyful, jovial tone.

“Of course, why don't we rest over there, between that tree and the cliff?” Michael twirled his fingers on her curly hair “plenty of shade and privacy.”

Their dance began with a characteristic long snoot prodding Michael’s bulging groin, undoing the knot that held his shorts in place. A tongue then lapped teasingly at his underwear, the penis under very slowly straightening itself up, the tip then darkening the fabric as it leaked musky fluids and flared wider.

“Oh God Michael, how can you bring this out in me like this? It 's not fair!” Amelie had now exposed his cock, taking gentle licks at it.

“I just gave you confidence, I swear. This was in you the whole time, love.” Michael said as he petted her fuzzy chin.

With the aid of Michael she finished pulling his pants down, now having his entire member in her muzzle. The fact that thanks to her strange fate she was able to take the whole thing in without gagging irked her but at the least she was able to use her condition to please her love the most she could. Her smooth tongue worked his member that kept pulsating inside her and she couldn't get enough of his thick, acrid scent into her nostrils.

Her noble, slender figure moved upwards, nosing and feeling all the little nuances on his tummy and chest, nibbling the soft skin on his neck. Would biting down on prey like this feel this good? Michael sure looked like a helpless morsel right at this moment. With a chuckle she arched her back, moving her pelvis close to his. Her aching vulva stroked against his wet cock, spreading their juices over one another, that was enough for her to let off a sharp moan, and for him to realize what's coming. Michaels cock sprung up, tightening against her sex, she lifted her pelvis more, trying to make it slide in but all that did was matt her fur into sticky clumps.

“Love, just let go a bit, trust me.” He whispered and raised her pelvis with a hand allowing his penis to go inside.

They were both so wet that his penis just went the whole way in, making the borzoi scream with pleasure and delight. Michael grabbed her muzzle shut and pulled it closer to him.

“Shhhhhh. There may still be people nearby, take it easy!” He whispered.

She shook his hand off and growled at him.

“Michael, what the fuck? Calm down, I’d have smelled anyone!” She chastised him still with a snarl to her voice. “Now just let me ride you for God Sake!”

With both paws on his shoulders she bit hard onto his shirt, he gasped. Amelie went back to her riding, bouncing on his lap, her swollen cunt gripping tightly to his cock, each pull stretching it out before the soft folds went back the other way when she relaxed her hind legs and fell onto his dick once more.

The familiar sticky warm feeling shot up inside her, and Michael was done. She gave his cheek a nibble and rested right there, panting.

They held each other close as they spooned under the tall green canopy, that sticky penis slowly shrinking and sliding out of her.

Helping each other shower in that cabin’s unfamiliar bathroom helped them decompress and readjust to their normal dynamic, soon they were back to cuddling and reading together by the fireplace.

Amelie kept wondering how long that could last.