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“I hate this stupid fucking job!” Wise didn’t appreciate slamming doors. But it’s excusable when it’s your always grumpy girlfriend coming through. Even if she scared every customer present. And Heddy. And the bangboo.
She grabbed Wise’s arm and dragged him back to the staff room. Thankfully it was completely soundproof, allowing her to scream in peace.
“God I just wanna, Fuck!!” She raged, grabbing at her head. “Do you have any commissions!?”
“Not today sorry.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. She turned away not really in the mood.
“Of course you don’t.” She pushed him away after his lips brushed her skin. “The one time I really need to hit something.” She grumbled under her breath, eyes scattering around the floor like she was looking for something to punt into the next existence.
Wise watched his girlfriend. Her arms were tense. Hands more resembled claws that she wanted to use to gore something nearby. It was unsettling to him how distinct her veins were currently.
She paced the small space between the wall and the H.D.D. Like a ravenous caged dog looking for something to maul.
“What happen-“
“Don’t fucking ask me that! If I wanted to tell you I would have!” Her head snaps to him, red eyes boring holes into him. As unusual as it is for him he’s actually kind of scared. Her eyes are bright like when shes locked in life or death combat against ethereals.
“And get this fucking thing off me!” The shark growls tearing at her maid dress. This isn’t her usual combat one, it’s a much cheaper version. Honestly looking like a crappy cosplay. The cheap material works in her favor, easily able to rip the dress to shreds.
The sight of cloth flying around the room does ironically resemble a shark attack portrayed in his favorite old horror movies. And when she’s done Ellen looks like she survived one. Minus all the blood and guts.
Her shirt is all but gone. A single strand on her right shoulder keeping the last vestige of her white undershirt up, covering her baby blue bra. The apron of her outfit is completely tattered, left as nothing but scraps. And the black of her outer dress is almost unrecognizable as the last bits fall off to the floor. Her stockings, the only part of her outfit that was from her usual set, didn’t survive either.
Another blaring signal of her rage. Ellen hated when her good stockings got ripped. And now Jane’s were more intact then hers.
Most of the time your girlfriend standing in front of you in just a torn shirt and torn stockings was a dream come true. But once her ire was off her constricting clothing her eyes fell back on Wise.
She took slow deliberate steps towards him. Hands clenched into fists at her sides. Wise admittedly took a single step back. Ellen might’ve been way shorter than him, but she was far far stronger. And right now she didn’t seem in control of herself.
When she was within spitting distance she snapped her arms out faster then he could see. Gripping his shirt hard. Wise flinched, closing his eyes. He slowly opened one to see Ellen’s bared fangs and blood red eyes. But as his gaze focused in he noticed the subtle shaking of her body. Her arms seemed to shudder less of rage and more trembling. When he glanced back at her eyes, the look of hate changed to one of fear.
Her hands shook violently against him, and her eyes grew cloudy, moments later the first bits of water pricked at their ends.
She changed from holding his shirt to wrapping her arms around his waist. Shoving her face into his chest.
He was caught off guard by the sudden mood shift. With his primate brain not overrun with fear, he realized his girlfriend was having a convulsive sob against him. Wrapping an arm around her while the other removed her headpiece to allow him to stroke her hair.
“I-I-“ The girl tried to speak, tried to apologize, but her whole body was racked with sadness. Any attempt at vocalization was overcome with heaving breaths.
“Shh shh, I know.” He would stand here as long as he needed. She was a very emotional girl, especially at this age.
“I-I just can’t control it.” Of course that sentence didn’t leave her lips as easily as a written word would imply. Still too emotionally charged to speak without cutting off her words multiple times.
“It’s in your nature. Predator Theiren and all. Just cry it out.” His hand rubbed circles on the small of her back. He swatted away the last thread of her shirt leaving it to fall in the pile. Her skin was burning, and the tips of her shoulders were red as well as her neck from what he could see.
Her shakes were getting less violent now. He attempted to pull back slightly only for her grip to tighten. Best not to try that again, she might snap him in half accidentally.
He picked her up and carried her to the couch. Ellen always needed a nap, no matter the situation. She sat in his lap, legs now joining her arms in their vice grip around him.
The crying had stopped now, but she kept her face held firm against his chest.
“Ellen?” Nothing.
“Sweetheart?” She shook her head subtly against him.
“I…I just want to see your face.” He knew what he’d find, but still damages always needed to be assessed.
She slowly pulled back, at first looking away from him. He tenderly cupped her chin and guided her head upwards at him.
She looked what he expected. All her eye makeup had run off. To the point where he couldn’t even see the beauty marks on the right side of her face he loved so much.
Her eyes were red, well more than usual. As well as the rest of her face. There was some watery substance dripping from her nose along with her still wet cheeks.
“I’m sorry.” This apology was more for her appearance than her earlier behavior. Wise of course saw no reason for her to apologize for that.
She again looked away from him, her chin was out of his hand the second she felt a lapse in his grip. Rubbing her face and nose on the back of her arm, which changed little aside from getting black smudges on it.
“I hate having the heavy duty shit.” She grumbled in reference to her industrial strength make up.
“Then it would come off in a fight.” He could barely hear the, ‘I know’ in response as Ellen desperately looked around the room to distract either herself or him.
“Fuck I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sure what she was referring to until he followed her gaze to his shirt. Well he certainly picked a bad day to wear white. Even if he didn't, her death grip from earlier stretched the neckline so bad that Ben could probably slip it on no problem.
“This barely constituted outside wear anyway, it’s okay.” He sat her down in the couch as he got up. Quickly replacing hugging him with her own knees. He flicked through the tv trying to find that show she liked. ‘Cephalopod Activities’ or something.
“No, not that one. I’m sad enough as is.” He turned to see one eyes peeking at him from her legs. “Thank you though.”
He assessed himself, moving to peek through to the store from the small door window. Mostly empty, aside from Heddy and that old man. He’d rather take Ellen upstairs and to the bathroom but he could make do with what he had. Or more specifically what Belle had.
Ellen wasn’t thrilled to be alone no matter how quick it’d be. He rushed up the stairs to his sister’s room past the concerned Heddy.
The tomboy wasn’t much for makeup but as he looked around her room, seriously she needed to clean up in here, he only really needed wipes. At least he was pretty sure that’s all he needed.
When he returned he found Ellen still hugging her knees but having fallen on her side. Taking care not to get any stains on the furniture.
“So wanna tell me what happened?” He asked kneeling next to the couch arm as he retrieved the first of what he assumed would be many wipes.
“No I really don’t.” The acknowledgement that she still should tell him wasn’t spoken, but showed as she joined him on the floor.
“You know how we network with real maid cafe’s from time to time?” She began. Offering Wise her arm that was smudged. He hummed quietly, always having been tempted to come visit her one of these days.
“Had to do that in some place I never heard of. The owner was some crotchety granny and the location was seedy, but that’s where we get our best leads.” She placed her hand under her chin, clearly not enjoying any bit of this reminiscing.
“Find anything?” He asked while tussling with the last bit of smear on her arm. Sadly it was particularly stubborn.
“I didn’t, Lycaon did.” She chuckled somewhat. Unsurprised at her boss’ efficiency. “Not important. It was my last day I had to be there. Even if the old crone wanted me and Rina to stay.”
“Driving up business?” Wise smirked along with his girlfriend as he could finally set to work on her face.
“As always.” Her features dropped and the happy teasing back and forth they were having vanished. “There was this guy, can’t remember his face. All I see is his body and this red haze where his head should be.”
Wise took notice of how her fists clenched. Giving him momentary pause in his work. “Ellen?” She wasn’t listening to his soft voice as it tried to drag her back to reality. Her teeth biting into her lip.
“Fucking pig. I turned away after getting his plates, all smiles and cheer. I was having a good day.” Her eyes snapped to Wise as she felt his hand cup her cheeks, for a moment that murderous hate was glaring at him again. But she swallowed it this time. He didn’t deserve anything resembling that.
“He touch your tail?” Wise asks, knowing that was likely the case but also that it’s a somewhat common occurrence. And she never reacted this harshly to it.
“No. I wish he did. God I wish he did.” She dropped her head defeated. Wise took a break from cleaning her face to rub her shoulder.
“I can still feel it. His hand squeezing me. I don’t even know how the fuck he got his hand under my dress!” That was sadly impressive as disgusting as it was. Getting his hand so swiftly under her dress to cop a feel. That meant he had practice, the thought making Wise shudder.
“So…what happened?” Wise realized he was asking a lot of questions he already knew the answers to today.
“He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.”
“But you did…” He trailed off, letting her finish his sentence. Just hoping this wouldn’t end in a full body cast.
“Put him through the table? You bet I fucking did! And I’d do again!” Nevermind it likely did. Wise could see it now though. Imagining the shock on the pervert’s face when a very angry sharp toothed victim turned to him with intent to kill.
“So then what happened?” He was making good progress. Both with her emotions but he also just finished cleaning the left side of her face.
“I got fired. What else.”
“Not that you cared. What’d Lycaon say?”
“He understood. He wished it could’ve been resolved properly but…” Yeah that sounded like Lycaon. Though the creep is lucky the wolf wasn’t there or a murder scene would definitely be on the news tonight.
“Hey we have friends in the force. One who’s particularly gun-ho with shoulder-tossing people. Another who hits people really hard with a metal stick.”
“Either would’ve been nice to see.” The enjoyment that image brought her was far to short lived. Bringing her back down to reality as she felt the phantom imprint of a hand on her again. “Wise am I-…I feel gross.”
“How could you ever be?” He cupped her face as he just uncovered her beauty marks. He barely noticed but tears were threatening his eyes too. Ellen leaned into his hand, her mouth falling open and placing his thumb between her teeth. Neither were sure why she would do that, but both found it comforting.
She likely would’ve started crying again slightly if her ducts hadn’t gone dry. “Shower?” She asked weakly. He couldn’t ever say no to those eyes. And frankly he never wanted to.
He grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around her like a shawl, quickly ushering her up the stairs. Tossing the blanket on his bed before rummaging through his drawers to try and find something for her.
“Don’t be picky Wise, I just wanna get under the water.”
“Fair enough.” He muttered, settling on some boxers and a Tshirt.
She was already in the bathroom, fiddling with the water. “Want me to stay?” He asked, putting the clothes on the counter.
“Could you…join me inside?” She asked, covering her chest as her bra fell to the floor. They hadn’t showered as much together as one would expect. Mainly because they disagreed on how showers work.
Ellen, naturally had a resistance to cold water. As such she showered without even bothering with the hot nozzle. Wise of course loved a steamy shower.
“I’ll..I’ll make it hot for you.”
“You don’t have to Ellen.” He was already removing his clothing before she’d even made the offer.
“No I…I don’t know maybe it’ll help.”
“Only if you think it will.” He held her shoulders, guiding inside the shower and closing the door behind them.
They enjoyed their comfortable silence for a time. Neither really making the motions to clean themselves or the other. The only real showering activities were Wise making sure Ellen’s hair was fully wet and out of her face. Other than that the shark would face the shower head while her boyfriend stood tall behind her.
This was just bonding time. Sure it would run up the water bill but it couldn’t be nearly as bad as what Fairy had done to their electric.
Ellen wasn’t the type to be open with her feelings verbally on the best of days. When she wanted cuddles she’d flop herself on top of him. When she wanted food she’d drag him to the nearest cafe. Times like these were hard, she didn’t know what she wanted, what she needed. And when she finally got an inkling of what it was, it wasn’t easy to say.
“I see why you like these things.” Wise had spaced out, just admiring the water droplets trailing down her skin when she spoke.
“The hot showers, the steam is nice.” The thieren’s tail flopped slightly to and fro as she spoke, her back still to him.
“It gets me a bit too relaxed at times.”
“You’re always relaxed, even now.” She pouted. It was one of the things Ellen admired about him. He was always calm short of someone being in immediate danger.
“Wise. Touch my ass.” Wise was left somewhat stunned at the request. She’d barely looked over her shoulder while it was made. If the circumstances of the day weren’t so serious he’d think she was teasing.
“What?!”
“Just do it bozo.” She growled, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on her rear.
It’s not like it hadn’t been here before but it was unexpected given the day’s circumstances . Ellen being this blunt was normal however.
Wise kept his hand there, glued to her left ass cheek. Just hovering it there against her skin. Ellen’s frown deepened, taking matters into her own hands, she began moving her ass against his hand.
“Ellen what’re we doing?” His other hand came to rest on her shoulder. She took a step back towards him as his fingers dug into her flesh more.
“I don’t know I just…need your hand there right now. Please.” She whimpered as her tail coiled around him, pulling him closer.
“J-Just keep fucking touching me, please. I need you.”
She leaned forward, placing her hands on the shower wall. She wouldn’t tell Wise this but this was more or less how she was positioned when she was assaulted. However just for Wise she arched her back and pushed against his grip.
“Ellen.” Her name left him in a whispery gasp that made her heart skip a beat. He saw her and it felt so good.
It was part of her job to be looked at, to be ogled. But he saw more than the skull crushing thighs and her bountiful chest, and she loved him.
“Can we do it?” Wise’s eyes shot up from admiring the contours of her back to see her looking over her shoulder at him.
He’d always meet her needs so wordlessly he grabs his cock, obviously very hard already. “Water isn’t the best lube.”
“It’s good enough. Inside please.” She pleaded reaching back with one hand to spread herself for him. After a bit of fumbling he slipped in.
She bit her finger to stifle her moans, it was hot in this shower but the surging length pushing inside her was on a whole nother level. Ellen loved watching his face as he pushed in deeper with each subsequent thrust, she hated their height difference now, all she wanted to do was reach out and feel his lips on her’s.
Oh well, they had plenty of time.
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Belle just got back from meeting with Rain and Nicole, ready for a quick commission. As she entered the staff room she noticed the tattered remains of a maid uniform on the floor in front of the H.D.D.
“Huh, Ellen must be ovulating.”
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Ellen was so grateful for the running water. It covered the moan she let out as he hit her in just the right spot.
They’d switched positions slightly now. Ellen had balanced on one foot, leaning her body against the shower wall. Wise on his part had her right ankle in his hand, moving her just where he needed to get as deep as he could inside.
He was just happy his sister had sprung for the anti slip pads.
He looked to her as she babbled, clearly trying to speak before she gave up. Wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, he never faulted in his pace.
They closed their eyes as it deepened , her hand now caressing his face.
He tried to pull his hips back, feeling the familiar pressure building. She wrapped her tail around him not letting him consider it for even a second.
Wise was all too happy to oblige. His free hand coming down from her face to her bud, playing with it eager to push her over the edge with him.
Their deep lip locked make out devolved into a heated mashing of lips and lashing of tongue as they became more and more ravenous.
Their climaxes building until finally-
Wise cursed as it crashed over him, spilling himself inside her. The excess falling trailing her leg and down the drain. Ellen for her part was given a particularly violent orgasm on account of the dual assault.
Her tail left Wise waist, slamming onto the porcelain to keep her from falling over. Wise taking notice grabbed her waist and held her against his chest. He knew it was risky to do this and-
‘Yep!’ He grunted in his head as her teeth sunk into his shoulder. An instinctual thing brought about by her traits, thankfully it only drew blood during their first time. But this still hurts like hell.
Eventually they got control of themselves, though stayed joined. Both only wanting Wise to pull out once he went limp and slipped out naturally. She released his shoulder with a sigh, her mouth moving to his neck and ears. Caressing, kissing and loving him all the while whispering giggly apologies for the bite.
Ellen reached behind herself to turn the water off, leaving Wise perplexed. Giggling she pulled back to look at his dopey face.
“What?” She asked. “We’re gonna need to shower later anyway.”
Hopping up into his hold, her legs wrapping around his waist as she reclaimed her place at his ear. “Now take me to the bed.”
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Back to work. Just about a week out from her breakdown Ellen was feeling refreshed and pretty optimistic. Now her first day back in a cafe, she was somewhat cautious around just about every customer she’d served. Highly unlike her but she was sure she’d get over it…eventually. Anyway she had to stay focused, she had to be on the lookout for a very important VIP.
The bell above the door rang signifying a new client but Ellen didn’t really care, that was until she was told to go cater them.
“Welcome Master, what can I get for you today?”
“I thought I told you a long time ago that you didn’t have to call me that.”
Ellen was shocked out of her robotic customer service state at her boyfriend’s voice. Dropping her notepad on the floor as she froze up.
“Well if I knew you’d react like this I probably would’ve called ahead. Sorry to have you all-ACK.” The wind was knocked out of the proxy’s lungs, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him in a bear tackle. At least she didn’t break a table this time.