Amelie’s Self-Discovery ch3B by Loafywolfy

Her mood and her trust in Michael improved significantly in the next few days, however Amelie couldn't help feeling she had been slighted by him, and even if all this… petplay was all fun when she shut the brain off, it went completely against all his affirmations from the start of their relationship.

Well she was the one calling it a relationship, but was it not? They spent so much time together, but mostly at her house. Amelie began to doubt many things that she assumed were true, did Michael tell about her to his mom like he said he did. She worked in the printing industry and sounded like a wonderful person. Amelie had been looking forward to meeting her.

On her last morning at the cabin, she laid naked on the bed, Absorbed in these thoughts that came and went whenever her mind was not busy with all the wonderful sights and smells that surrounded the cabin. Pulling her phone closer to her she realized it was nearly seven o’clock and they were supposed to go from western virginia all the way down to Atlanta today. Amelie had spent so much time away that her accent weakened, not that the urban folk had that much of an accent but you could notice. Though spending summer at home sounded nostalgic with plenty of chance to visit her childhood parks and get a hose bath from Michael, she didn't miss the dampness and the heat that would be waiting for her, oh and the traffic, she forgot to account for the traffic that meant they would not get there in time for dinner.

She removed the lid from the jar of water she kept by the bed and drank from it, then went to see how Michael was doing. Amelie got used to letting him do most of the work, him and his wonderful hands.

“Darling? Good morning” Amelie said as she entered the cabin’s common area, hoping he would be there.

“Morning puppy” Micheal answered, hunched over his phone and a half-eaten package of cereal. ”Just setting up a playlist for the trip. Most of our stuff is packed and the kitchen is cleaned now, we can go soon.

“I forgot about Atlanta traffic so we probably won't be there for dinner unless dad is okay with having dinner late, so I will text him before we leave. How did you sleep by the way?” She noticed he did not look well rested, and she could see the bag under his eyes when he lifted his head and pulled his hair back.

“Well enough.” He snapped back dryly.

“Oh okay, I’ll go get my things ready.” She noticed he was not in a good mood so, maybe it would be good to leave difficult subjects for later and making the rest of the trip awkward was not her intention.

He had been feeling guilty over pressuring her into all this since the past evening, when she revealed to him not all of his kinks enticed her, or rather how much he was into them, how much he craved her body, that same thing that worried her months ago.

However she was glad she barely wore anything while she was here, or she would have to ask dad to use his washing machine as soon as possible, but she still had several days worth of clothes in her case. She quickly put her things away into the case and into her purse, made the bed and moved her suitcase close to the car. It was overcast and she was glad it took until today for the weather to get worse, or it wouldn't have been as special, until yesterday at least. Amelie kept asking herself if she should've said those things to Michael, it didn't bother her as much as the distress she felt now, or how much it seemed to affect him. It also washed away some of the magic this forest had, or it might just be the looming threat of a storm coming, either way she wanted to get out soon, being with her dad would help Michael and her move on from this.

“Oh you're here, are you ready?” Michael said from behind her, she wondered for how long she stared at the woods contemplating all that could happen in the next few hours. She nodded at him.

Michael told her he would check everything and lock the cabin, and then they would go, and so opened the door for her and went back. Amelie distracted herself with her socials on what little of the Wi-Fi she could reach on from here. Her followers were excited with the change of content and so were her friends and past professors who all knew her as a reserved and self-contained person. Her excuse of traveling with friends was good enough even if she was not sure if it stuck or not and people wouldn't stop commenting on how much they liked her new outfits. It all made her go on a long tail-wagging-fit.

The journey south was pleasant, light rain dribbled onto the windshield and Amelie tracked the last remaining biscuits with her long snoot. As she munched on the peanut butter goodness she remembered she set up a playlist just for moments like these.

“Hey, have you ever listened to Linkin Park? They were one of my favorite bands growing up.” Amelie yapped as she tried to connect the bluetooth to the stereo.

Michael’s mind came back from wherever it had wandered off to “Oh yea, i have listened to one or two things but don’t think i can remember any of their songs, my sister used to be crazy into them when i was little.” He answered.

“Oh, you’ll like crawling, everyone likes crawling.” She excitedly scrolled and tapped away on her phone, trying to find the playlist, her chunky toes making her missclick often.

“Honestly, maybe later Amelie.” He snapped back then sighed. “What if we stop for half an hour to eat something?”

“Alright.” She agreed, feeling her expectations of this trip slowly fade away.

Traffic when they reached Atlanta’s perimeter was even worse than she remembered, being away for so long definitely made her remember it with rose-colored lenses because she could've sworn it wasn't this bad, not just the traffic but the smells, how full of people it was and how bad it got when it rained too much.

Calling her dad she confirmed that it was getting too late for dinner but there would be food waiting for them.

They arrived at 9pm, and Amelie, despite being exhausted, was eager for Michael to meet her father. Stepping out of the car and onto that grass felt the same as it always did, and she took the opportunity to lay on it, Michael sat right next to her and stroked her neck in that way she liked.

“Worth it? He asked, chuckling at their own misfortune and lack of planning.

“Yes, hope it wasn’t too bad for you.”

“As long as the lasagna is as good as you say” Michael teased her, scratching her belly.

“Oh, it's the best, and no garlic.” She clarified in a mockingly posh tone.

She got up and licked his face, then he pulled her into a hug. Amelie rested her snout on his shoulder and whimpered.

“Sorry about all that.” She said in a pleading whisper.

“ i should have said a few things sooner”

a bright beam of light caught their attention, it came from the front of the house where an older mustached man, wearing a vest and shorts stood in front of the porch.

“Where's my dogtor?” He shouted loudly all the way from the porch, with a chuckle at the end.

“Dad!” Amelie bolted across the lawn and hopped into his embrace, wagging her tail plenty and covering him with broad licks. Her weight and speed took him off balance, shoving him backwards and in a moment they were laughing together.

“Okay now, i knew you two would be hungry so i put it back in the oven some minutes ago, why don't we get in and away from the bugs?” He said lifting Amelie with both his hands. “Kid! Oh what am i saying, look at you you're taller than me, c’mere!” He called to Michael, still sounding so joyful.

Michael was soon at the door with their suitcases and shook hands with Robert.

“Michael” He shily introduced himself.

“Robert Gallucci, you can skip the doctor part, I’m retired anyway.” Robert said with a smile.”

Robert opened the door and so they all went into the living room, where the dinner table was all set and waiting for them. Amelie noticed Michael stopped to look at the framed pictures placed along the walls and side tables, when she was little she disliked having her pictures taken or being placed on display, and would wince when presented with them but nowadays she was mostly indifferent to them.

“She loved going outside when she was little, especially with her grandparents after they began to accept her” Robert rambled about the past for a considerable time, picking up frames from the old and worn furniture, describing what he could remember from each photo.

“They were always a bit awkward when talking with me but i'm sure they meant well, grandpa was the one always gifting me books when he noticed i could read.” Amelie said while nuzzling her father’s hand.

“Ah you and your books… I remember when you were still preparing for your doctorate you would fill them with so many post-its they would not stay shut anymore.” Robert said with a chuckle. “But now let's sit, would you like a beer Michael? Liz will be here soon, by the way.” Robert led them to the table and then entered the kitchen.

“You set the table for five? I thought you two already ate, please don't tell me you waited for us,” Amelie asked, worried that she had interfered with the old couple’s routine.

“Oh dear don't worry, we did, this is just Liz’s perfectionism, she wants a picture of us at the table from before we had dinner.” He was back with three beers and poured one for his daughter and another for Michael. “I will bring the lasagna, she should be back from the store at any moment, insisted on having some ice cream for you two and Amelie can't have chocolate. She probably got stuck in traffic on her way back”.

The couple sat and as soon as she smelled the lasagna Amelie realized how hungry she was and could not resist craning her neck forward towards it, but restrained herself to a sniff. It was crispy on the edges and the golden cheese oozed in and out of it, the toasted parmesan on top crackled as Robert cut the slices. She could see bits of sausage and beef mingled with the cheese as the slice was placed on her deep dish. Michael seemed to be entranced by it as well and watched the curious scene. They both ate quietly, waiting for their stomachs to calm down before going on with the conversation.

“I’m sure she will forgive me but you two were obviously starving” He said as he served his daughter a second slice. “And this princess here was always a bottomless pit as food is concerned, and never got chubby, just kept growing”.

“Was she tiny like a regular puppy?” Michael asked.

“Oh don’t make me bring the album!, but yes she was the cutest little thing, it was so funny to see people fawning over my daughter on the news! Even the reporters couldn't hold themselves back. Wish her mother did as well though.” Robert couldn't help fawning out loud as he remembered those first days, even if the end came out sounding bittersweet. “You can imagine she didn't take it well, to say lightly. Her little daughter somehow turned into what she is now, with no explanation. She refused to even recognize she existed and if i weren't a veterinarian with my own clinic im not so sure these first months would have been so easy. My insistence on raising her was what drove us apart in the end, but I had to, i knew she was the same little girl we were expecting.” Robert said resting his chin on his palm, watching Amelie lick the sauce out of her stained muzzle.

“Yea mom was not all there, i just remember her as this person that sometimes showed up and went to my room like she expected to meet someone else in there.” Amelie said, resting her chin on the table, pushing the empty bowl away with her nose.

Robert got up to pick their plates, and right then a stout, fancily dressed old lady came in with a grocery bag in hand. “Oh what a shame, it took so long to get there.” She said in a shrill pitch, clearly irritated at her misfortune.”Hello Amelie, it's always so good to see you!” She said as she hugged Amelie.

“Hey, sorry it's been so long, making that trip is hard for me” She said with a whine. She really liked her stepmom, Elizabeth and her father have been together since not long after she left for University and even though she wasn’t sure if they were the best fit or not she liked them being together. She was never bothered by her and always included her in events, which by itself made her an awesome person in her eyes.

Amelie turned over to look at Michael who was now having a chat about his time in university with her father, and she could not help but notice how nervous he looked, even if her father was going easy on him and not asking any awkward questions about their relationship. Michael glanced at her and she nervously looked away.

She soothed her anxiety with a bowl of ice cream, and then got up to date with Elizabeth, who also advised her to go with Michael to a local restaurant. The idialic image that came up in her head of them having a nice meal together made her forget her social phobias, and she promised her she would try.

They would be staying in her old bedroom, and that's where she took her things. It was a room that was once pink and full of her things, mostly books. The empty shelves now had a few tacky bits of decoration and picture frames, likely the work of Elizabeth, so it didn't look empty. Amelie insisted they would fit together in their old bed but they had already placed down a futon on the floor for Michael.

“I'm sure we won't need this” Amelie told Michael, who was now opening his suitcase and picking his toiletries and a fresh set of pjs.

“What I need is a shower right now, can you turn up the AC? it's too cold here.”

Robert showed up at the bedroom door as soon as the shower turned on. He kneeled down on the carpet as he usually did when they were about to discuss something important.

“Dear he was so nervous the whole time he was down there with us. Is there anything going on?” He asked, resting his hands on his knees.

“We might be going through something, I swear it's just a small hiccup dad.”

“Well i think you two match as well as you told me, and i’ll tell you again i don't mind his age. I just dont think he's been through enough in his life to deal with someone like you like he would have to.”

Amelie nodded

“And i’ll be here to listen when you need to okay? hell i can even go up there now if you need me to, i'm not working anymore so you should stop worrying about bothering me”

“It’s just… He makes me feel so much younger, alive like i never used to be. I can feel things will get better again dad, i'm sure.”

“Okay then, so i put a few of your PJs on the wardrobe, all clean and waiting for you” He said picking one up, the shiny silk looked soft and cozy, maybe getting extra cozy was what she needed tonight.

“Thanks dad” she picked it up in her mouth and placed it on her bed. She leaned onto him and he hugged her before getting up and moving towards the door.

“So goodnight Amelie, do you two have anything planned for tomorrow?”

“Maybe just drive around, then find a nice place to eat, but we won't be back too late”

“Awesome” He closed the door.

Amelie changed into the pajamas and reached for the AC remote on her nightstand. She was used to turning it up for Michael, even though she liked it a bit colder herself, one or two degrees was not that great of a difference to argue over.

The door opened again and Michael came back into the room in a t-shirt and shorts.

“Now i'm a whole ‘nother person.” Michael said as he layed sideways on the bed with a grunt.

“Yea we both have been sitting too long today, how's your back feeling?”

“Awful, nothing that won't fix itself i think”

Amelie laid down in front of him, and nuzzled under his chin. “Well then sleep as much as you want, I will too. We came here to relax and enjoy ourselves so there is no rush, Atlanta isn’t the greatest tourist spot anyway.”

Michael chuckled, pulled her close and kissed her “yea right? i feel we both need to decompress and i don't mean just by resting.”

“Well, did you lock the door?” She asked him, her tone becoming more playful as she could feel his hands undressing her.

“Yes I did, did you think I wasn't looking forward to fixing our dry spell?” Michael answered as he took her glasses off of her.

“Oh you know all you have to do to spoil me rotten don’t you?” Amelie was soon naked and tugging down his shorts, shoving snoot up his crotch lapping at the moist stained underwear.

“Woa i haven’t seen you in a frenzy like this in a while, good girl.” At that point his dong was already out of his boxers, wet from Amelie’s tongue.

She took his length in her mouth, the throbbing mass now familiar to her lips. This time Michael held on to the back of her head and her chin.

“Hold on girl, let's try something a little different.” He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

Amelie barely had time to look up before he began to fuck her muzzle. “All you gotta do is keep the pressure steady and stay still girl.” He said between muffled moans.

She wasn't sure of what to make of this, it was strange to just stay still like this with his cock coming in and out, scraping against her lips. The familiar scent of his sex pleased her though and soon her pussy was dripping wet, aching as she wanted that cock inside it instead.

Michael pulled it out of her mouth and aimed for her throat, she realized what was about to happen and opened her maw as wide as she could. It shot in thick ropes, most of them landing in her mouth, some on her nose and she could not resist licking it clean. Michael bent over and kissed her cheek.

“That was perfect, I always wanted to know what it's like” He said with some difficulty, breathing heavily.

“Not too sure what to think of it but I'm super turned on I guess?”

“We are fixing that as soon as i can get on top of you again” He said as he rubbed her face with a wet wipe. They spooned one another for a long time, Michael played with her many nipples, gently stroking that smooth, freckled patch of exposed skin on her nethers and when he reached her cunt, began fingering her. She liked how he knew so well how to push her buttons and tease her bits, how he circled then spread her lips apart revealing the pinkish red color of her vulva’s interior.

She couldn't help moaning when he dipped his digits into her, no matter how much of a bad idea it was. Her father was a liberal man and of course he had to know and be fine with them having sex though having him hear it would make her cringe for the rest of her life. Yet, they didnt stop, the grinding against her back and rear was what she needed to know that Michaels cock was coming to life again.

“Let me be on top this time girl? Wanna pound you.” He said lifting her rear, and so she flipped back up to her fours. She lifted her tail, presenting her swollen vulva to him. Her legs trembled in anticipation, the touch of his hands on both her thighs was followed by his cock prodding its tip against her slit, her cunt twitching and leaking onto it.

Then it went in, sending shivers and waves of pleasure down her spine. Being rutted like that always felt right, just like she was supposed to be. For a moment she wondered if she would ever get to feel like this if she were human, would it be better or worse? Surely one of her crushes from college would have turned into something greater, but would sex as a human be the same thing? She came to the conclusion that it wouldn't feel as much as a well deserved reward as it feels for her right now, oh how she would spend her whole life taking so many things for granted and not feeling them as the greatest joys imaginable.

Her walls were squeezing on his cock, clinging to it as he pulled away with each thrust, the motions pulling as much liquid out of her cunt as he planned to put in. As he put more and more force to his motions she lifted her ass, resting on her elbows as he held to her tail. With a painful tug to her tail he came inside of her, she whimpered, the familiar pleasantness of that warmth so tainted this time.

“Hey!” She exclaimed in an aggravated whisper. “Can’t you fucking ask me before you try something like that? Christ!” She pulled away from him with a growl.

Michael dropped down on the bed, his thin legs trembling. “So-sorry I just-”

“You shut up now, kid.” She bared her teeth at him. “I’m not your toy, you hear? It's not the first time you do something like that and I'm done with it.”

Amelie hopped to the futon, wrapped herself in between the blankets and let go a pitiful groan. “God, what am I doing? Just leave me alone now.”

She heard him cover himself, but he didn’t seem to fall asleep before she did.

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