Dogs Chase Squirrels 14 - My Turn (Patreon)

 Author's Note: This particular episode is NSFW -- or at least more so than any other episode up to this point.  Fair warning if you're sensitive to two cute and sexy girls having lesbian sex with one another!  Although if you're read up to this point and it hasn't bothered you yet, then you're *probably* the right audience for this kind of stuff.

Anyway!  Onto the episode!

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“Hold on, this is the best part --”

Irene placed her hand down on Camelia’s shoulder, pointing at the television with the other.  The squirrel decided on one of her favorite bad comedies -- something cheesy from the 80’s. The main character, a wolf, began to fiddle with a mock bomb  that would scatter glitter across the entire room in an attempt to win favor with his boss at a cocktail party.  Little did the wolf know that he did his job a little too well -- he couldn’t figure out how he put it together in the first place.  Irene burst into laughter as the scene played out with the bomb going off, leaving the wolf -- and his boss -- covered in sparkly debris.

“Oh my god, he is never going to get that crap out of his fur!” Irene exclaimed, holding her sides.  Camelia chuckled along as well, although not as enthusiastically.  Halfway through the movie, she decided that she was actually quite famished, and dug into the cold pizza.  Much to Irene’s surprise, the rumors she heard about Labradors being fast eaters had a speck of truth to it, as all it took was two quick bites for most of Camelia’s slice to vanish.  The crust went away with the third bite.  With her pizza finished, she turned her attention to the bag of gummy bears seated between the two of them, taking one between her fingers.

“I’ll never get enough of these,” Camelia mused as she tossed a green bear into her waiting maw, closing it shut.  She tilted her head back to swallow the sweet down whole, causing Irene’s ears to redden.

“Who was it this time?”

Camelia licked her lips, giving Irene a knowing wink.  “My doctor.  He gave me three shots last time I went for a check-up, in the same arm.”

“Ouch.  Not a fan of needles?”

“Not in the slightest.  He could at least have switched arms.”  Camelia stuck out her lower lip, bringing another laugh out of the squirrel.  “I’m not sure if he’d taste green, though.”

“I didn’t know colors had a flavor.” Irene pulled out a small handful of gummies, shoving them all into her mouth at once.  “Then again, the flavors are never what they actually say on the bag.”

Camelia smiled as she pulled out another candy from the bag, this time a bright pink bear.  She squeezed it firmly between her finger and thumb.  “And this one would be my dentist.”

“Uh oh,” Irene teased playfully.  “They must really have asked for it.”

“Oh, no, she’s wonderful at what she does.  Never had a cavity in my life, thanks to her.”

Irene tilted her head.  “Then what did she do to piss you off?”

Camelia smirked.  “That music she plays in the lobby is awful.”  With a wink, she plopped the candy into her mouth.  Gulp.  Just like that, it was gone.  Irene’s face grew just as warm as her ears.

“I swear, I will never figure you out, Camelia.  But that’s what makes you so much fun.”

“Actually, I’d like it if you...called me Cam.  It’s what my closest friends call me.  And whoever I’m dating.”  Now it was the Labrador’s turn to blush.  Irene’s ears flicked once.

“Whoa.  I got a secret out of you.  I’m honored.”  The squirrel smiled.  “Well, Cam it is.  Sorry I don’t have a nickname of my own to exchange.”

“That’s alright.  I think Irene’s a beautiful name.”  The Labrador’s eyes met Irene’s, and for a moment, the noise of the movie faded away.  Irene stared deep into the Labrador’s irises -- that mixture of green and brown was mesmerizing.  Just like the rest of her.

Irene flinched, clearing her throat, feeling at once flustered and embarrassed.  “Um.  Since we’re sharing secrets now, why don’t we get to know each other?  Properly this time.”

“I’d like that.”  Camelia sat up on the futon, her legs tucked underneath her, hands resting on top of her lap.  “Where should we start?”

“Hmm.  I dunno,” Irene said with a shrug.  “We could just ask each other things, see where that takes us.”

“Sure.”  Camelia’s head canted as she thought of what to ask.  Her eyes lit up once she did.  “Favorite book.”

The squirrel chittered happily.  “Oh, of course that would be your first question!”

Camelia pouted mockingly, crossing her arms over her chest.  “You were the one that suggested this.”

“I’m teasing.  I do enjoy reading when I have nothing else to do.  You’ll think my answer’s silly..”  Irene leaned back in her chair, looking up lazily at the ceiling.  “Pride and Prejudice.”

“Really?”

“Y-yeah.  I see a lot of myself in Elizabeth, I guess.  And I’ve always thought period pieces were fun.”

“Wow.”  Camelia smiled.  “I never took you for a fan of the classics.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.  Okay, my turn.  But first --”  Irene sat up, reaching over for a pack of cigarettes sitting on the end table next to her futon.  Camelia watched curiously as she pulled one out and lit it with a match.  She offered the pack to the Labrador.  “Want one?”

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.”

“Oh, sure.  I hope you don’t mind if I --”

“No, it’s alright.  Cigarette smoke can cause irreversible damage to books over time, so I never picked it up.”

“Huh.  You really do love those books of yours.”

Camelia rubbed the back of her head, smiling meekly.  “I do work at a library, you know.  But yes, I’ve always enjoyed reading, ever since I was a pup.  I have a few favorites, but I could never pick just one of them.  I even got into comics for a while.”

“Comics?”  Irene’s grin widened.  “Okay.  Favorite superhero.  Go.”

“Wait, you like comics, too?”

“I’ve dabbled in a few of them here and there.  Now stop stalling!”

Camelia couldn’t help but laugh at Irene’s forwardness.  “Rogue.”

“Get out.”  Irene laughed out loud.  “I love Rogue!  The way she can take on any power just by touching someone, and that sassy attitude of hers!  I totally crushed on her as a kid.”

“Yes, I’ve always loved her, too.  I suppose I have a fondness for She-Hulk, too, for...obvious reasons.”  Camelia’s tail wagged lazily behind her.

“I think you have a green fetish.”

“I do not!”  Camelia’s face ran hot as she gave Irene a dirty look.  “I just like the color!  Not as much as pink, but green’s such a vibrant hue.”

With a smirk, Irene took a long puff of her cigarette, exhaling slowly.  “You totally just pictured me green right now, didn’t you.”

“No!” Camelia said in an outburst, her quivering smile doing little to hide her true feelings.  “Maybe.  You were pink, first.”

“Heh, I knew it.”  Irene chuckled as the smoke dissipated, tickling at Camelia’s nose, making her muzzle wrinkle at the smell.  “Your turn.”

“Um, okay.  Erm.  Favorite food?”

Another smirk from the squirrel.  These questions were way too safe.  “Mac and cheese.  Come on, throw a tough one at me!”

“Like what, though?  I’m...not sure what to ask.”

“Anything!  Just...not food or books.  Something deep.  Personal.”

“Erm.  You said you lived in Brooklyn, yes?  What was that like, being in such a big city?”

The squirrel’s expression soured instantly.  “Oof.  Okay, maybe I should have set some ground rules.  I dunno if I want to get that deep.”

Instead of backing off from Irene’s discomfort, Camelia protested.  “You did ask for a personal question.  You don’t have to tell me everything.  Just what you’re comfortable sharing.”

At first, Irene said nothing, bringing the cigarette back to her lips, taking a longer drag as the embers lit the dim room.  She held her breath for a moment, keeping the smoke in her lungs before letting it all out at once.  “I don’t think about New York much these days.  My mom left when I was 8.  After that, it was me and my dad.  He...he wasn’t bad at being a dad.”

Camelia blinked.  “Except…?”

“Except when he wasn’t being a dad, he was busy being a jerk.  Still is.  We didn’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things.  Politics, religion, even our taste in beer.  You name it, he had an opinion about it, and it never lined up with my own.  He was willing to put me through school, but only if it was law school.  I decided to go liberal arts.  Heh.  I lost a lot of sleep trying to convince him why I wanted to be a musician instead of a lawyer.”

“I see.”  Camelia tucked her legs in front of her, wrapping her arms around her calves as she rested her head between her knees.

“The bastard didn’t even go to my graduation.  Magna Cum Laude, and he couldn’t even get off his fat ass to see his daughter get her diploma.”  Irene huffed.  “I hit the road after that, played for a few bands on the side, got into a fair bit of mischief.  I ended up settling down here once I found Seymour and his band.  You can probably guess the rest yourself.”

“I have a pretty good idea.”  Camelia smiled, if a little sad.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think of something so unpleasant.”

Irene shrugged her shoulders.  “It’s cool.”  

“My family life was a little less dramatic.  My parents loved me, and so did the rest of my family, but I don’t think they ever fully understood me, and what I was.  Second youngest of five, and the only one that could become a giant.  They certainly tried, at least.”

“Probably did a better job than my old man.  If what I’ve seen is any indication, they did a hell of a good job.”

The canine woman blushed silently, an amused look on her face.  Irene returned the glance with one of her own, grinning.  “Alright, warm-up round’s over.  Time to throw the hardball.”  She sat up, tail draped over the length of her futon.  “Craziest thing you’ve done as a giant.”

The Labrador blinked behind her glasses, taken aback by the question for a moment.  “Oh my.  That’s...a tough one.”

“I’ll share mine if you share yours.”  Irene kept that predatory grin on her face as she leaned in.  The librarian let out a quiet ahem as she straightened up in her seat.

“Fair enough.”  She looked straight at Irene, her tone at once serious and oddly proud.  “I stared down a tornado once.”

Irene blinked, leaning back in shock.  “Wait, seriously?”

“Yes.  There was an unusual storm a few years back, in the middle of some...unpleasant business at the library.”  Camelia’s face twisted slightly, as if recalling a distant memory.  “There were a lot of people trapped inside -- a few of them I cared very deeply about.  So I did the only thing I could think of.  I got big, and did what I could to protect it.”

“Whoa.”

“Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt.  I couldn’t say the same for myself.  I don’t remember much after the storm stopped other than waking up in a hospital bed at my normal height.”

Suddenly, a realization hit the squirrel as she placed a hand on her chin.  “Hold on.  I...I think I remember that.  It was all over the news for a while, but they never mentioned who the giant was.”  Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Camelia’s face, watching her expression change from pride to embarrassment.  “No way.  No fucking way.  That was you, wasn’t it?”

Camelia giggled shyly.  “Guilty.”

Irene let out a noise, halfway between a shriek and a laugh.  “Holy shit!  How did I forget all of that?  They even showed the friggin’ building, for God’s sake!”  She moved forward to embrace the canine, who yelped out in shock.  “Look at me, crushing on a hero!”

Camelia giggled abashedly, patting the squirrel on the back to signify she was perhaps squeezing a little too tightly.  The squirrel squeaked again, letting her go. 

“I don’t consider myself a hero.  I just did what I thought was right.  I did smash up some expensive property in the process.  I wouldn’t call that heroic.”

“Cut the modesty, Cam.  You risked your life to save that place.  I’m calling you a hero, and you can’t stop me.”

Camelia let out a small sigh, yet still gave a small nod.  “Alright.  I won’t try to change your mind.”

“So, back up a bit.  You woke up in the hospital?”

Camelia nodded.  “Yes.  I still have the scars to prove it.”  Twisting her body around, Camelia lifted her blouse off, showing her back to Irene while placing a hand over her right shoulder.  Below her fingers lay a patch of gold fur that was lighter in hue than the rest, going down her shoulder blade and stopping just around the base of her ribcage.  The pattern was jagged, and while it was hard to tell in the dimly-lit room, Irene could tell the fur never grew back the same as before; that patch was slightly thinner than the rest of her coat.

“Wow.”  Irene ran her fingers across Camelia’s scar, earning a gasp out of her.  “What happened?”

“I got a little distracted.”  Camelia smiled, but her tone suggested she didn’t want to talk about it any further.  “I haven’t looked at a storm the same way since.  Even a drizzle makes me a little nervous these days.  But if another storm threatened something I cared about?  I would do it all over again.”

“Heh.  Well, I’m not sure I can top that, but, here goes.”  Irene pulled her hand back, allowing Camelia to slip her blouse back on.  The squirrel slid her legs off the futon, placing her feet flat on the carpeted floor.  “I ended up in a pretty crazy situation myself, not too long ago.  You remember the chubby guy that tried to hit on you when we first met?”  Camelia nodded once.  “Yeah, he’s kind of an idiot.  Got himself in hot water with the wrong people, and nearly got himself killed, along with my boss and Sy -- er, Seymour.  He was the jackal playing the guitar.”

“Goodness.”

“That’s...one way to put it.  Well, thankfully, our drummer caught the whole fiasco and filled me in on it.  I didn’t even hesitate.  I shifted the moment I got outside and went hunting for them.  Surprised the cops weren’t on my tail, now that I think about it.”  

Irene glanced over at Camelia, who watched in silence, nodding for her to continue.  At that, Irene took another drag of her cigarette, allowing herself a moment to collect her thoughts.  

“Anyway.  It wasn’t hard to find them.  Man, did I let that fox bastard have it.  I think he called himself Red or some nonsense.”  The squirrel smiled, a hint of sadness on her face.  “He learned the hard way what happens when you pick on someone your own size.  Or in my case, someone bigger.”  

“What...what did you do?”

“Nothing.  Just crushed his car like a soda can and scared his goons off.”  Another drag of her cigarette followed.  “Left him on the roof of a run-down building and let the cops do the rest.  A part of me wishes I took care of him myself.”  The squirrel let out a long sigh.  “Remember when I told you that I almost retched trying to eat someone?  He was the guy.”

“Oh.  I see.”  Camelia squeezed her palms together, at a brief loss for words.  “But you didn’t go through with it.”

“No, but there’s a part of me that wished I did.  That little shit tried to hurt my friends.  I should have made him pay for it.”

“What stopped you?”

Irene chuckled.  “Red tasted like crap.”

Camelia laughed as well, but Irene stopped first.

“Actually...the real reason was Seymour.  I saw the look on his face when I was about to swallow that creep whole.  He was terrified of me.”  Irene hugged her tail gently.  “I could give less of a shit about what the world thinks of me, but not Seymour.  He’s...different.”  The embers on her cigarette were dangerously close to her fingers as she lost herself in her thoughts.  She grabbed a small glass ashtray to extinguish the remains.  The lingering smell of smoke remained, with a hint still on her lips.  “The thing is, though?  If he wasn’t there...I wouldn’t have hesitated.  And I would have enjoyed every second of it.”

Camelia hummed to herself for a moment, sliding closer to the squirrel.  She took the bag of gummy bears in one hand, setting it on the table.  Irene turned her head to look at the canine, a wry smile on her face.

“I know I did the right thing, but there’s a part of me that wanted to be that predator, just for one night.”  Irene sniffed briefly.  “You probably think I’m a freak.  That’s fair.  I can’t deny who I am.”

Camelia placed her hands around Irene’s cheeks, guiding the squirrel’s view back to her.  “I’d rather you be you than anyone else.”

Irene chuckled pensively.  Camelia’s hands felt warm as they cradled her face.  “I only know how to be me, Cam.”

“Good.  I wouldn’t be falling in love with you otherwise.”

“Wait.  D...did you just say --”

Camelia interrupted Irene as she leaned in, pressing her lips to the squirrel’s.  Her vision blurred as that electricity from before blinded her, leaving her warm and tingly from head to toe.  Irene’s arms reached around to embrace the canine as she surrendered herself entirely in the moment.

The canine broke the kiss first, leaving her completely speechless.  Her nose touched the squirrel’s, causing her to blush as they nuzzled, cheek-to-cheek and arm-in-arm.  There was an awkwardness to it all as they simply let their bodies do the talking for them.

When Camelia did find the words, they were whispered, with a seductive edge.  “You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

Irene could feel her heart racing as she went in for another kiss, her lips intertwining for the second time.  A seductive tongue inside the canine’s maw, causing her to shiver in delight.  Camelia’s arms raised instinctively, subconsciously giving Irene permission to take things one step further.  The squirrel was more than happy to oblige as she began to tug at Camelia’s blouse, helping to lift it off of her, their lips separating just long enough for her to fling the garment to the floor.  She kept losing herself in those luscious lips as exploring hands began to rub at Camelia’s golden breasts, her eyes going wide once she did.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.  

She knew the canine was rather stacked, but seeing them up close and bare to the world...damn, it was something else entirely.  Irene’s head dipped down to nuzzle between those soft orbs, earning another gasp from the Labrador.  One hand began to rub against her breast, claws grazing across the dusky areola, while the other began to tickle down Camelia’s belly, eventually settling between her legs.  Camelia’s heated breath bathed Irene’s ears as she began to pet between her thighs with wanting fingers.

“God, you feel incredible,” Irene breathed quietly as a finger dragged between Camelia’s clothed folds, feeling her entire body shake from the contact.  There was no stopping this now.  Every inch of her body was on fire.  She wanted Camelia, every single inch of her.  And those inches were starting to add up as the canine pressed herself eagerly against Irene’s body, growing bit by bit.

An errant kiss and a nibble at Camelia’s floppy ear stopped her in her tracks.  She looked longingly into Irene’s brown eyes.

“Not tonight, Cam,” Irene whispered, dragging her tongue softly along the outline of that floppy ear.  “It’s my turn.”

Camelia blinked once, before a large, seductive smile spread across her face as she removed her glasses.  “That it is.” 

Irene sat up on her knees, straddling the canine as she tossed off her nightshirt with one fluid motion.  Like the Labrador, Irene chose not to wear a bra today, showing off her own impressive rack as she placed her hands behind her head.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” Irene breathed out flirtatiously. 

A quiet moan escaped her, her incisors biting into her lower lip as she gave into those sensations, allowing herself to grow.  Camelia watched with rapt fascination as the squirrel woman expanded on top of her, legs spreading wider to avoid pressing down too firmly on her midsection -- and the now-dwindling futon underneath her.  A shove with her left leg forced the back section of the futon flat with a clap, giving her more room to spread out.  Inch after inch, foot after foot of height followed as Irene grew...and grew.

Camelia’s long tail was a blur as Irene’s own curled up on the ground, covering a fair portion of the room in soft brown fluff as she leaned forward. She panted softly as she stood well over triple the canine’s height, only stopping when her head collided with the ceiling with a thump, despite being stooped over.  Irene giggled, an instinctive “ouch” coming out as she shifted her weight backward, giving herself enough space to press her hands down behind Camelia’s view, fingers extending into the small kitchen.  

It wasn’t long before the living room was more giant squirrel than actual living space, her body aflame with passion.  From Irene’s perspective, Camelia looked incredible.  So tiny.  So damn sexy.  So...tasty.

“Lose the skirt,” Irene growled out, a predatory edge to her words.  Camelia obeyed without question -- this was a rare position for her, but one she had no complaints about.  Not when the view was so tantalizing.

“You’re tempting me, Irene,” Camelia said wryly.  “I hope you won’t keep me waiting too long for my turn.”

“You’ll have it.  But right now, it’s my night...and I’m hungry for Labrador.”

Irene’s large face dipped down, filling Camelia’s vision completely as her tongue darted out, bathing her lower quarters in warmth, pressing the sopping wet muscle down right between her spread legs.  Camelia’s eyes winced shut as her body tensed -- it felt as if a bolt of lightning had torn through her, making every inch of her body tingle fiercely.  Irene’s nimble tongue pressed and lapped at the Labrador, tasting that lovely mound, and those long legs to boot.  The entire room began to fill with the sharp, heady scent of cinnamon and spice, and it was only growing more intense by the second.

Suddenly, Camelia could feel something lift her off the futon, finding herself nestled between Irene’s soft palms.  Her thumbs curled inward, each one rubbing freely at both of Camelia’s breasts, causing her sensitive nipples to harden against the soft padding.  The moment she was comfortably cradled in her grasp, Irene’s efforts increased, her tongue going in hard, coating every inch of Camelia’s lower body in sticky, sweltering heat.

The dog woman’s hands began to flail and pull at Irene’s muzzle, her breathing growing rapid.  She opened her eyes, watching Irene’s seductive stare in the darkened room as her head dipped forward to go in for another lick.  That was it.  Those eyes, staring, piercing into Camelia’s mind, the sensation of being cradled, teased, practically eaten alive...it was all too much.  She took one last, deep breath, and howled.

The Labrador’s sudden climax came as a surprise to Irene, as did what came next -- she found herself grasping not at Camelia’s entire body, but her backside.  Just her backside -- Camelia had grown just as large as Irene in an instant, her hands digging into Irene’s back as she rode out her orgasm.  A soft boom preceded her growth, along with the sound of furniture, electronics, and fixtures being pushed or shoved aside by that sudden, rapid expansion.  The force of that squeeze knocked the air out of the squirrel as Camelia howled and moaned in ecstasy.

Embracing the Labrador’s quivering golden form, Irene collapsed on top of her, breasts pressed up against one another, head thumping against the dividing border between the kitchen and living room.  The only sound that remained after that collapse was Camelia’s heavy pants, along with Irene’s softer breaths.  She ventured a quick lick across Camelia’s muzzle as she finally came back to her senses.

“Oh, God.  Oh...oh my.  That was...God, I’ve missed that,” Camelia said between breaths.

“So did I.  You need to warm me the next time you’re going to grow like that, though!”  Irene said jokingly, before leaning forward to kiss Camelia, who returned the gesture in kind.

“Hee.  Sorry.  I guess I lost control for a moment.”

“I forgive you.  With how hot you look, there’s no way I could stay angry.”

The large canine giggled.  “God, you were right about that tongue of yours.”

“I know all the tricks, Cam.  And we have all night.  I can show you the rest...maybe even teach you a few for practice.”

Camelia grinned eagerly, her tail wagging, thumping against one wall and then the other.  “Please do.  I’m a quick study.”

The squirrel laughed as she shifted her weight to rest on top of the canine’s, as the space in the living room that wasn’t being battered by Camelia’s eager tail was filled in by her own.  “I just hope my apartment survives this.”

“I’ll try to be careful.”  Camelia giggled as she shifted herself -- and felt something strike the side of her head, tipping over, then crashing to the floor.  “Uh oh.”

Irene looked over and winced, knowing -- and dreading -- what just happened.  “That...was my keyboard.  My...very expensive keyboard.”

Camelia’s ears folded, a sheepish smile on her face.  “Erm, I...I can pay for that.”

Irene smirked down at Camelia.  “Oh, you’re damn right you will.  In fact, I’ll be taking my payment right now.  With interest.”

“B-but I didn’t bring my check --”  Camelia started, before Irene suddenly pulled back, now completely filling the living room as she began to tease and lap around the Labrador’s waiting folds.  Whatever she was going to say went out the window instantly, as she moaned and giggled, her legs squeezing around Irene, encouraging her to go deep.

The squirrel was more than happy to oblige.

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A warm sensation spread over Irene’s feet as the sun rose outside, her toes wiggling as her eyes fluttered open.  She found herself looking at the still sleeping Labrador, snoring quietly as her blonde-pink locks draped over her face, a small smile on her muzzle.  A brief glance around her apartment told her two things -- they were still big, and Camelia had to be the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Irene hesitated to wake her up, instead choosing to gently stroke the librarian’s shoulder.  Her ears twitched slightly, brushing up against the dividing section of her kitchen.  She was pretty sure she had crushed her futon.  And her television.  And her entertainment set.  Her keyboard was still to be determined.

And yet, she didn’t care.  She was content with flattened furniture, and she had plenty of ways to watch movies without a TV.  All that mattered was that, in that moment, Camelia was in front of her, all to herself.  And she couldn’t wait to get more of her.  Figuratively and literally.

Camelia gave a quiet sniff, her eyes opening slowly -- the first thing she saw being Irene’s huge smile.  “Mmm.  Morning.”

“Hey, you,” Irene whispered, leaning in to give Camelia a gentle kiss, which she returned with glee before letting out a loud yawn.  “How’d you sleep?”

“Quite well, actually.  It’s not the first time I’ve sprawled out like this.”  Instinctively, Camelia shifted her weight, only for the side of her head to bump into the ceiling.  Her eyes winced shut for a moment as a small chunk of roof bounced off her forehead.  “Oof.  I’ll need to remind myself how low your ceilings are.”

“Heh.  I’ve made that mistake more than once, trust me.”

The canine chuckled, before reaching out to intertwine her fingers with Irene’s.  “Last night was wonderful.  Thank you.”

“No.  Thank you for giving me a chance.  For giving us a chance.”

Camelia nodded.  “I’m...still scared.  I want this to work.  I’m just...afraid of what will happen if it doesn’t.”

“Hey.  I’m scared, too.  But that’s part of the fun, ya know?”

It didn’t take much to get another nod out of her.  “Yes.  You’re right.  Let’s...let’s see where this takes us.”

“Agreed.”  Another kiss on the lips followed as Irene embraced the golden Labrador, holding her close.  Another crunch followed, presumably what remained of her futon.

“Um, we should probably shift back to normal --”

“Not yet, Cam.  Just a few more minutes.”

Camelia giggled, relenting to the squirrel’s wants.  “Alright, you win.  But next time, it’s my turn.”

Irene smiled and nodded once, the smell of lavender filling her senses as she rested her head against her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Heh.  A girlfriend.  I haven’t said that in a long time, Irene mused as she closed her eyes again, allowing herself one last moment to doze off, her arms wrapped around her lover’s body.

I like it.