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Sua walks quietly along the sidewalk, her transparent umbrella making light thudding noises as the rain drizzles around her. There’s a soft, cold wind that rushes past her. She pulls her coat around her a little more.
Cars rush past her quickly every few minutes, everyone eagerly driving to their homes after a long day. Sua is similar in that case, though she was never interested in learning how to drive; now she pays the consequences. Her mistake, she supposes.
Her shoes make a small splashing noise in a puddle, and she’s zoning out thinking about what quick microwave meal she can make for dinner‒ she’s far too tired to make any dinner tonight‒ when she walks past a mushy, half-wet box. What draws her attention isn’t the box exactly, but rather the pitiful whining noise coming from it.
Stopping in her tracks, she turns her head to look at the box. It’s rather large, standing outside an abandoned storefront half under the awning. Another noise comes from it‒ this time a long, but quietly dragged out howl. The woman moves closer, walking up to the box to peer down. Inside is a big, wet dog. It's squished in the box, but the neck up seems to be mostly dried. Its bottom sits in the mushy wet part of the box, and she can tell that under all the grey dirt this dog must be completely white.
The dog makes another sad whine and lifts its head to stare at her, a low growl ripping through its throat before cutting out into a soft whimper halfway. It huffs grumpily through its nose and… turns its head into the dry corner of the box, facing away from Sua.
Is this dog seriously pouting?
Studying the dog, Sua’s eyes zero in on a dirty, rough looking pink collar. She moves closer again, a small step, and the dog warily opens its eyes to look at her from the side. It growls lowly once more in warning, watching her as she moves her hand closer to its neck. Against her better judgement, she reaches even closer and twists the collar around to try to look for a tag. The light from a streetlight makes it easier to see the glint through the dirt, and she grimaces at the feeling of grime on her fingertips as she rubs it away to read the tag.
Humming, she reaches up to rub lightly at the dog's ear. The dog closes its eyes, leaning into the petting gratefully.
Sua pulls away, and the dog's ears turn downward. Her mouth ticks up slightly, and she makes a split-second decision as she straightens herself up and evens out her bunched-up shirt.
The walk home is mostly uneventful, the rain having stopped shortly after she wrangled the dog out of the box. Considering she’s never once owned a dog, and was never even interested in one prior to this, she didn’t have any leashes or leads in her bag. Actually, nearly to her apartment and her hand held tightly on the collar to ensure no run-away incidents happen, she realizes she didn’t even plan what to do past getting the dog inside.
Saving herself from experiencing her crisis alone, she stops to grab her phone out of her jeans pocket‒ shushing the dog when it lets out an inquisitive noise‒ and dials a phone number before putting it on speaker phone. She notices her apartment building ahead and begins to pick up her previous pace.
A somewhat muffled, bored-sounding voice answers the phone, “You only call me when you need something.”
Sua rolls her eyes as she reestablishes her grip on the collar, “Please Ivan, we’re not close enough that I can call you just to chat about my day, I’m calling you for a reason. You know that tiny, ugly dog you’ve got? The feral one?"
“Ah Sua, my dearest noona, please don’t talk so rudely about my Till,” some staticky noises can be heard from the other side of the phone, as if he’s repositioning his phone, “So, what about him?”
She sighs as they approach the building and opens the door to the stairway, “Before I say anything, this was an in-the-moment decision,” she lets go of the collar when she shuts the door and motions the dog to start moving up the stairs, “I found this dog, a real big one, in front of this store. She has a name tag, says Mizi‒ probably a girl. She’s soaking wet and all dirty.”
Ivan says nothing for a minute or two, long enough that Sua checks to make sure he didn’t just hang up on her. He lets out a long-suffering sigh that cuts out midway, the microphone on his phone proving to be absolute trash.
“What the hell. I mean, you’re going to take her to the vet or some place right? Well, it’s really late so maybe not tonight, but picking up some ratty dog‒”
“She’s not ratty. Yes, I’m probably not keeping her. I just need to know what’s safe to feed her, and maybe how to bathe her.”
Ivan must’ve moved the phone closer to him, because when he replies he sounds more clearer and less muffly, “Hmm, it seems you’ve got yourself quite the situation noona. I suppose I can lend you some of my endless knowledge of dogs.”
He ignores her scoff of annoyance and continues on, “Just feed her some leftover meat, preferably cooked‒ I know you’re some heathen who eats once a day and it ends up being an ice cube or something, but surely you have some chicken or beef somewhere?”
“I‒! Of course I have real food‒”
“As long as you’ve got some unseasoned meat, she’ll be fine. As for bathing, just use some scentless shampoo or soap for tonight. Be sure to avoid her head, it wouldn’t be good to get any soap or water in her ears or eyes.”
Sua hums to acknowledge him, and nearly sighs in relief as they finally reach her floor. Walking with a dog half your size up the stairs proved more difficult‒ and life threatening, why did she feel the need to trip Sua every step they took‒ than she originally thought.
Ivan continued on, “That’s pretty much it, just don’t get rabies or something! It’d be a shame if you called out of work Monday because you’re dead, then I have to pick up your slack‒”
Mizi jumps around her as Sua jangles her keys into her doorknob and hangs up her phone abruptly.
“That annoying little‒! …You know, for a dog so excited to be around me, you sure were ready to bite my finger off not even fifty minutes ago,” Sua grumbles as her door finally opens, and Mizi barges into her house and‒ straight into the side of her couch.
Wiping her shoes on the doormat, Sua mourns her floorboards and clean couch. She rushes to put away her coat, bag, and umbrella before she notices the dog rolling around on her white rug. Quickly running over to the dog, her socked feet thumping on the ground, Sua grabs the collar just hard enough that the Mizi stops rolling about and looks up at her with sad eyes.
“...Absolutely not. I’m not interested in taking my rug to the dry cleaners just because you decided it’d be fun to roll around and mess it all up.” Sua pulls lightly on the collar towards the bathroom, and Mizi glances at Sua from the side as she sulkily walks with her.Thankfully she’s a rather big dog, reaching at just about Sua's hip, and Sua doesn’t have to bend much at all to keep a hand on her.
It’s a wonder how she even managed to fit in the box in the first place.
Making their way into the bathroom, Sua shuts the door as Mizi shakes her fur, the rest of the mud that somehow didn’t get on her carpet now making its way to cover the walls of her bathroom.
Sua quietly stands there, debating and thinking on all her life choices that led her up to this moment, as she waits for Mizi to finish defiling her walls. The dog lets out some final shakes, and Sua bends slightly to unclick the collar before putting it on the sink counter. Mizi jumps around, free of her collar, before being gently pushed into the bath.
Sua grabs a cup sitting on her bathroom sink to use before taking a few moments to think about the clothes she decided to wear today, some light wash jeans and a beige turtleneck, and figures she could just throw them in the washer anyways. Rolling up her sleeves, she makes a face at the tight feeling of her jeans stretching when she bends to sit on her knees.
Mizi circles around in the bath a few times and barks loudly as she watches Sua turn on the bath, keeping her hand under the running water to test the temperature, and filling the cup when she finds the water to be fine.
The woman makes quick work washing off the dog, only needing to shush her a few times when Mizi got impatient, and apologizing when she accidentally got water in the dog's ears once. Turning off the bath and standing up, Sua grabs a big towel from the back of the bathroom door to dry Mizi off.
So far, however, it seems Mizi only yearns to ruin all of Sua’s plans, and not only shakes off in the shower‒ making Sua's back entirely wet from where she stands‒ but also decides to jump out of the bathtub, slipping a bit while doing so, and shakes her fur once more.
A small voice in her head, suspiciously sounding like Ivan, makes a comment on how she’d be luckier off without some dog in her house afterall.
Now all dried off, happy, and with her collar nice and clean, Mizi eats quickly at the bowl of leftover chicken Sua put down for her. Sua disapproves at how fast she's eating, but she can’t help but admire how fluffy the dog looks now that she's completely cleaned off.
Deeming Mizi distracted enough to not follow her around the house, Sua leaves to her room to fix herself up for bed. Putting on a soft pair of sleep shorts and a short tank top, she goes to put her dirty clothes in the hamper and make her bed when Mizi trots in happily.
Sua smiles softly at the dog, a bubbly feeling opening up in her throat at the way she follows her around the room. It’s already late, and her stomach makes an angry rumbling noise, but she feels so tired after the day's events that she decides to skip dinner tonight altogether.
She dims the lights on her lamp and gets in bed, wiggling a little at the soft feeling of the blanket and sheets rubbing against her legs. She takes a few moments to position her pillow the way she likes and is about to lay down for sleep when she feels the edge of her bed dip down.
Looking over, she watches as Mizi takes this time to jump up onto her‒ squishing and trampling Sua in the process. She makes an “ooph” sound, the wind having been knocked out of her by a forty pound dog, and figures it wouldn’t hurt to let the dog sleep with her for tonight.
Mizi circles around her other pillow a few times before settling herself. Her golden eyes fix on Sua, and watches as the woman shuffles a bit before closing her eyes to sleep.
Sua wakes slowly, and not completely. She’s in that soft-sleepy sort of haze, where she feels and hears things but can’t bring herself to open her eyes just yet. Her body feels sweaty and‒ warm, unbearably warm, and she’s made increasingly more and more aware of the heat between her thighs as the seconds pass by.
At first she thinks she just happened to have a wet dream; she experiences them rarely, but it happens. A few moments pass by, maybe seconds, maybe minutes‒ she’s not entirely aware, until she realizes that the hands are still touching her even when she’s more awake; an arm wrapped under and around her, fingertips touching slowly up her stomach. A body, feeling impossibly hot, pressed against her back.
Once she understands what's happening, she goes to jerk against the person‒ push them away, elbow them in the ribs, whatever‒ but she feels a soft sigh let out against the back of her neck, feels their other hand come around to place on her inner thigh, gripping the plush meat of it.
A quiet, almost raspy voice whimpers into the back of her neck, “Ah.. Unnie, unnie‒ you’re so soft; you feel so good, I can’t help myself.”
There’s a pause in Sua’s breathing, a hitch, as she fully processes what's happening. She can feel the girl rutting into her ass, can hear her harsh breathing as she grips her thigh tighter‒ the girl shivers a little as Sua repositions herself to tilt her head backwards to the side.
At this angle, though she still has her mouth against her shoulder and the only light is from her window, Sua can see her side profile and clenched eyes, only somewhat blocked by short, fluffy pink hair. She’s attractive, and almost soft looking despite her‒ predicament.
The girl opens her eyes, probably feeling Sua’s intense stare, and she makes a whining noise in the back of her throat as the two make eye contact. Her pupils are so dilated that there’s only a small ring of gold in her eyes, and Sua catches a glint at the base of her throat.
There sits Mizi’s pink collar, the same ‘Mizi’ silver tag. For a split second she wonders if this freak seriously broke into her house, did something to her dog, and stole her collar for some sick fantasy‒ before she looks up and realizes that there's‒ ears. Dog ears, pink ones with fuzzy fur on them and everything. She tries to see any clips, or headbands, and can’t find any.
In fact, she can’t even see any normal, human shaped ears.
She breathes a sigh, an ache in her tummy pulsing. Now that she’s paying more attention to her body, she notices that she’s unbearably wet in between her thighs. She rubs them together lightly, her cunt throbbing at the little stimulation, and she lets out a small hah.
Mizi’s hand on her stomach trails under her shirt and cups one of her breasts, and her grinding starts to lose any rhythm it had previously‒ which wasn’t much. She turns her head into Sua’s neck completely and pants against it.
“Nnh… sorry unnie, just… hurts so bad,” Mizi grinds into the meat of her ass, her cock dripping precum onto her sleep shorts.
Sua’s brain still feels so fuzzy from sleep‒ or at least that’s the excuse she’s telling herself. She reaches back towards Mizi and pets her head a few times, “It’s okay Mizi, I’m not mad‒ just do what you need to do, okay? Unnie doesn’t mind…”
She’s really not lying, Sua truly doesn’t mind! Too much. Mizi’s pretty attractive, cute even, and Sua’s only human. Her cunt is so wet from just feeling Mizi’s cock through her shorts, where it occasionally catches on the edge and her shorts ride up even more on her ass.
Mizi whines into her shoulder again, and her thrusts become frenzied as her desperation grows. She cries into Sua’s shoulder in frustration, “Sua please‒ please, I can’t finish, I’m so close.”
Sua clenches pitifully at the distressed tone in her voice, at the way she’s grinding against her in a crazed-like way; she can’t help but take pity on the poor thing. Making an in-the-moment decision, she shuffles forward to create room between the two of them. She coos softly at the cry Mizi lets out before reaching back again to position Mizi’s cock in between her thighs. She settles against Mizi in a spooning position once more as the girl thrusts hard.
She’s so wet that she’s soaked through her shorts, and Mizi doesn’t need any lubricant to fuck her thighs. Mizi thanks her over and over again for helping her even if she’s so greedy, her panting the loudest thing in the room.
Sua clenches her thighs more tightly and moans softly as Mizi’s cock now grinds against her clit through the thin fabric.
Getting increasingly frustrated, she moves her hips against Mizi’s in an attempt to get as much friction as she can. Sua bites her lip as she impulsively acts.
“Ah‒ Mizi‒ hold on, let me do this real quick,” not even waiting for Mizi to move away, she starts yanking off her shorts. Mizi must take a few seconds to put her brain back on because she suddenly makes an ah sound and moves back to begin helping Sua take off the dirty (a combination of both Sua’s slick and Mizi’s precum) shorts.
Now that the shorts are completely gone, Mizi grips Sua’s hips and begins to fuck her thighs once more. She’s so tight even like this, and the head of her cock rubs against Sua’s clit in a way that makes the older woman moan softly. Mizi shuts her eyes at the slick feeling of Sua’s folds, a growl bubbling up in her throat.
She begins to suck bruises into Sua’s neck, teasing her sharp canines against the sensitive skin. “Wow unnie, you’re so wet down here. Already so tight and warm for me… It’s not enough.”
Sua does a full-body shiver at the whispered words, her cunt clenching around nothing. She knows this is a bad decision; she shouldn’t have entertained Mizi, shouldn’t have let the situation get this out of hand. Sua should’ve pushed the other away the second she realized what was happening‒ but she didn’t.
She didn’t, and now she can’t even deny Mizi this. Though maybe…
“Mmh, you can put it in but‒ no more than just the tip, okay? You understand, Mizi-ya? Only the tip…”
Mizi nods her head determinedly and grabs the base of her cock, positioning it against the entrance of Sua’s cunt. Sua suspects she didn’t register anything past ’you can put it in.’
The tip of her cock nudges and rubs against her hole before popping in, causing Mizi to whimper and Sua to let out a breathy moan. Mizi rocks gently, pushing in just the slightest bit before pulling back. “Fuck, you feel so good unnie, hah, I really can’t…”
Sua feels so fucked out just from this; Mizi isn’t even in all the way‒ hell, she’s not even in halfway, but the stimulation against her entrance and hot breaths against the side of her neck makes it feel like theres fireworks in her stomach.
Her brain is so fuzzed, focusing on the way Mizi’s chest slightly rubs against her clothed back and the harsh grip she has on her hip. When Mizi begins to pull back once more, Sua can’t help but roll her hips back to try to push her in deeper.
The hold Mizi has on her hips tighten as she stills Sua, “Mmph, Sua, you said just the tip. I can’t‒”
A needy whine leaves Sua’s throat, her thoughts disordered as her eyes burn from just how much she needs it.
“I changed my mind Mizi‒ please, it’s fine, just‒ just pull out. I can’t get pregnant right now but it should be okay if you pull out‒”
She’s cut off abruptly as the girl jerks her hips against hers, hips now fully touching skin-to-skin. Sua lets out an embarrassingly loud moan as she feels Mizi bottom out.
Mizi lets out a gruff hnn sound from the base of her throat as she shivers, enjoying how being inside Sua is so tight and warm. It's a million times better than before‒ but Sua said she can’t cum inside, and she doesn’t want to finish just yet.
She takes a few moments to calm her breathing, trying to focus on anything but the warmth around her. She can’t help but groan at the way Sua starts grinding against her impatiently, whining softly under her breath.
“Mizi please start moving,” her voice is desperate as she grinds harder, letting the way Mizi feels inside her ease the ache a smidge.
The girl sinks her teeth into Sua’s shoulder in retaliation to the teasing and pulls back, nearly all the way out, before thrusting roughly against her. Even muffled, her groans are loud in the small room.
Sua lets out a soft cry at the way Mizi’s thrusts already get sloppy‒ the idea that Mizi likes the way she feels so much, that she can seemingly last no longer than three or four minutes makes her core light up. She brings a hand down to rub frantic circles around her clit, a tight coil rapidly building inside her as the girl ruts desperately into her.
Mizi fucks into her again and again, making broken whines. Her big tits are sweaty, now flush against the back of Sua’s sleep top; their bodies move together wildly, both desperate to finish.
Sua, however, remembers something too late, “I’m‒ I‒ Mizi, wait‒”
Warmth fills her deeply, Mizi’s hold iron-tight on her hips as she grunts and cries against the skin of her neck. That, compared with her hand on her clit, snaps the tightness in her stomach.
She closes her eyes tightly and her mouth drops open in a silent moan, the pleasure turning her brain into soft mush. The tips of her fingers tingle, and her toes curl with the ache of her satisfaction.
Sua comes back to herself slowly, the faint buzzing in her head quieting. She can feel Mizi sniffing the side of her neck, sheepishly licking the sweat off her.
“....”
Sua paced around her coffee table for a few moments as she bit her nails anxiously; it was around three in the morning. As soon as she got past her… little moment of weakness with Mizi, she had immediately knocked the other back and got out of bed before grabbing one of her cardigans to cover herself.
Now, Mizi was sitting on her couch in a bathrobe she gave her. The other woman had been completely naked save for her collar before, and Sua just‒ could not have a conversation with her like that! Sua halted her pacing, taking a look at the aforementioned girl. Her posture was a bit hunched in and her ears were turned downward, her arm leaning on the arm rest of the couch. She was fiddling with the fabric of the bathrobe, not looking at Sua.
The older woman stared at her briefly before sighing as she moved to take a seat on a chair next to the couch. She brought a hand up to rub at her temple as she thought out her next words, “Look, I don’t know what your… deal is with the whole animal thing‒ I honestly didn’t even know people like you existed, but we need to talk about what to do now.”
Mizi still wasn’t looking at her directly, but Sua noticed one of her ears now turned towards her.
“I mean, I have a job; I’m not home until late and my line of work requires me to travel to different parts of the country often. Even if you weren’t whatever you are, I wouldn’t even be able to keep a normal dog.”
Somehow without even looking up, the vibes the dog girl let off seemed very dejected. Sua was about to say something else when Mizi straightened up and looked her straight in the eyes, “But I’m not just a dog! I’m not as bothersome as one‒ please don’t look at me like that…” She faltered at the doubtful look Sua gave her before she continued, trying to gain back her previous confidence, “I don’t chew up things like dogs and I don’t make messes everywhere when I’m like this!”
She gestured to herself, pointing at her very human, not-dog body, “I can do chores and clean the house, and I don’t mind if you’re busy most of the day or if you’re gone! I’ll wait for you! Unnie please, I can even cook food… Sometimes it’ll even be good!”
“I want to stay, please don’t make me leave. I can be helpful and good.”
With that kind of rambling from Mizi, Sua was weak. She couldn’t stop herself from folding at the tears that welled up in the others' eyes, but even without that, her confession hit Sua in a spot she didn’t know was there.
To tell the truth, and to put it simply, Sua was lonely. Nigeh had her working often, and had her travelling around Korea just as much for modeling gigs. She had friends‒ if you could count the way Acorn passive aggressively flirts with her and Ivan’s insistence on annoying her as friendly. She just worked all day everyday and came home to an empty apartment, she barely had time for hobbies and she didn’t even get to cook as often as she’d like to.
So even if the rational part in her brain was screaming at her, ‘Just kick the damn mutt out, Sua! It won’t do you any good anyways,’ there was that lonely little kid near the back that was just waiting to have someone else, too.
The thought that she could have someone waiting for her at home after work, ready to love her, was almost too much to bear.
“...Okay fine, you can stay. We need to set up rules though‒ whatever it was that happened tonight, it can’t happen again,” Sua says, her cheeks gaining a slight blush, “Or if it does, you can’t just‒ finish inside me like that! I can’t get pregnant right now, it would get me in a lot of trouble!”
Mizi’s tail was already wagging so hard with the fact that Sua wants her here, she only lost a bit of her excitement at that last comment! Either way, she was delighted to actually be able to stay with her unnie like this.
And really, if Mizi’s going off of Sua’s shamelessness from earlier, she doesn’t think that rule is going to hold up for very long at all.