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He woke curled up in a very small …room? There was a half-door that took up most of one wall. The open end of a small, ink-stained pipe poking out just above his head. The room was much too short to stand up in, too narrow on any side to stretch out while laying down. If he sat up, he could almost stretch his legs from one corner to the other. It cramped up his tail behind him, so he didn't do that for long. No peekhole could be found, so it wasn't a tipped-over miracle station. If that ever happened. Maybe it was possible, there were a lot of places he still hadn't explored.
And he was so hungry.
The can of soup he kept in his pocket was gone, too. Had he eaten it while he slept? That happened sometimes when he was too tired to get home and fell asleep in a miracle station. But there was no sign of an empty can anywhere. And there wasn't anywhere else to look.
Somehow still exhausted, and painfully hungry, he curled back up and went back to sleep. Maybe he'd wake up outside of the little room. Or remember how he'd gotten in here.
But no, he woke up in the same place. And the hunger was making his stomach visibly rumble now. There wouldn't be any sleeping through that.
Eventually, he slept again, but it was miserable and he woke up too many times to feel rested.
But then he heard something. Someone… singing? It was a beautiful song. He wished he remembered where his clarinet was, so he could play along with her.
The singing stopped. His ears went down and his tail curled into his lap. Maybe the song had stopped because he wanted to join in. He couldn't remember the last time he'd practiced.
But there was a gentle tap at the door.
"Are you awake?" A wonderful, heavenly voice. She sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember. And even though she probably couldn't see him, he nodded his head frantically.
She gave a quiet little laugh. "Okay. Good!" She sounded happy. Pleased. His tail wagged at that. "Are you hungry?"
He nodded so hard his teeth rattled, and his tail thwapped the walls furiously. Through his gloves he could feel his ribs sticking out from his chest, but it made him uncomfortable for some reason that wasn't quite hunger. So he just sat up and waited patiently.
There was a crack of bright light when the little door opened out from behind. He fell backwards out of the short room. Threw his hands over his eyes at the brightness.
She laughed. It was the happiest sound he'd ever heard.
Carefully, he rolled over, closed his eyes before moving his gloved hands away, and squinted to adjust better. When he could open his eyes again, he could almost see the beautiful woman in front of him. She had long, black hair, and a cute black dress with a tiny bow on the front. She had a shining golden halo that reflected the light, and the tiniest, white horns under that. Her eyes were large and dark when she looked at him.
"Hello, Boris. I'm Alice Angel. Do you remember me?"
His ears wilted when he shook his head. Were they friends? He was certain he'd remember such a nice friend with such a lovely voice.
The tiniest frown of disappointment twisted her heart-shaped lips, but it was gone before he realized it. "Well, then we'll just get to be friends all over again!" She clapped her hands together and smiled with excitement. "Come with me, I made your favorite soup!"
Bacon soup. She did know him! His tail wagged furiously the entire time he slurped down the large bowl of soup she'd made. She watched with obvious delight. Halfway through, he remembered it was polite to share, even though his stomach was still so empty. He held the bowl out to Alice, and she smiled and shook her head.
"No thank you. I already ate, and I know you must be so hungry! You just finish that bowl right up, okay?"
He nodded and went right back to gulping the soup down, even licking the bowl clean after. She just watched him with a pleased look.
Belly finally full, he yawned so wide that he was sure his jaw might have cracked.
"Are you tired?" Alice smiled prettily as she asked.
His tail thumped slowly on the chair leg when he nodded.
"Come on, we'll get you nice and cozy so you can get a good night's sleep, okay?" She hopped down from her chair and held a delicate little hand out to him.
His tail thumped slowly against the narrow walls of the hallway she led him down. But at the end was a room nearly filled with the largest bed he'd ever seen. His eyes nearly popped out, much to Alice's amusement.
"Did you forget how big my bed is?" She giggled. "Silly wolf. Now you better hop in, I want to tuck you in like we used to."
He hopped into the huge, soft bed with a quiet sigh of happiness, making sure that he only took up about a third. He didn't want Alice to feel put out of her own bed!
"You're so sweet. You left all that room for little ol' me?" She put her soft hand on the side of his muzzle. "Thank you, Boris." She leaned over and kissed him! Right on the muzzle! He blushed fiercely and snuggled down under the blankets, feeling very shy.
She just giggled at him and turned the lamp by the bed off. Only a few minutes later, he heard her climb into the other side.
He woke up to the sound of Alice breathing loudly, short and choppy and irregular. But not long after, she let out a long sigh. Sniffled a little. Didn't want to let her know he'd woken up, she might feel bad.
He heard her turn over in bed.
"Did I wake you?" She whispered quietly.
He turned to face her. Shook his head.
"You're a terrible liar, Boris." She giggled, still a little breathless. She smelled sweet. "I had a bad dream. Can we snuggle?"
He nodded, moved a little closer, let her take the lead on where to go-
Well. Right up close. Her face towards his chest, she tucked her head under his chin, and curled her top arm around to pet his back softly. Her legs curled up so her shins were against his stomach. "Mmm," she sighed dreamily. "Thank you. I know I'll feel safer with my big, strong Boris right here." She leaned up and kissed him on the muzzle again. Up close, she smelled even sweeter, and maybe even a little tangy. Nothing he immediately recognized, though.
His tail thumped sleepily under the blanket as he curled his top arm over the little angel and fell asleep once more.
Something was hugging his waist. Something warm and soft and …wiggling slowly?
The light was still off, but there was enough ambient light to see Alice, still wrapped around his torso. Her legs! Her legs were around his waist! But she still seemed to be asleep. So he didn't want to wake her, she might be startled. So he stuck his nose back into her hair and just focused on breathing slowly. Trying to calm down some uncomfortable part of himself that he wasn't used to feeling. Something reacting to the now very strong scent.
"Boris," Alice whispered sleepily. "Are you awake?"
Finally, maybe she'd realize she was slowly wiggling in a way he didn't recognize, didn't know what to do with. His tail thumped once, twice.
"I had a good dream, Boris." She pulled her face a little bit away from his chest, to look up at him and bite her lip shyly. "It was a really good dream." Her hips shivered a little when she looked up at him. "Want to hear about it?"
Maybe she'd just tell the dream, and then realize the awkward position they were in? His tail thumped again.
She giggled. "In my dream, we were snuggling together. A lot like this. And when I woke up, here we were!" She gave him a happy grin. "Isn't that silly?"
He nodded, a little confused, but happy that his friend was happy.
"I'm so glad you're here." She reached up and started idly rubbing one of his ears, which was very nice. "I always miss you when we're not together." Her voice was quiet but pleased. Her hips had finally stilled.
He wished he could remember how they got separated. But like she said, they were together again now! Best friends forever. They fell asleep again, just like that.
He was alone when he woke up. But the smell of bacon soup wafted through the room, and Alice's wonderful voice floated in with it, carried on a song. He let the scent of the soup carry him out to the table.
"Good morning, Boris! Did you sleep good?"
He nodded, tail thumping against the table leg.
"Just have a seat, soup's almost done!" She turned back to the large pot on the stove and went back to singing while she stirred.
He was content to just listen to the song and lean backwards in his chair.
Suddenly there was a loud, shrill, piercing scream that made him fall backwards to the floor. He got tangled up in the chair trying to back away so quickly.
"Oh dear," she looked down at him from the stove. "Are you okay?"
He looked up at her with panic in his eyes.
"Oh!" She giggled. "That was just the kettle. Water's ready for tea!"
Why did he want to get away when his friend might have been hurt? He kept his eyes down to the floor in remorse.
"Oh, poor Boris, did the whistle from the kettle scare you that badly?" She put another large bowl of soup in front of him and reached over to pet him gently. "I guess I could have warned you it was almost done." She gave him a kiss on the muzzle. "Eat up!"
She sat down with a little cup of tea and sipped at it.
He offered her the soup with a hopeful little wag of his tail. Eating made him feel better, maybe it helped Alice too?
But Alice only shook her head again. "No thank you. It's all for you."
After breakfast, Alice asked him to help her move her collection of macguffins from one room to the other. They were all in boxes already, and he was impressed that she'd been able to put them all in the boxes and stack them up like that by herself.
Hours later, he was finally checking the room for any boxes he might have missed when he heard Alice's actual scream from the second room.
He ran over as fast as his legs would carry him, only to find Alice pinned under a fallen box, the macguffins spilling out all over her.
"Boris! Help!" She was nearly in tears from the pain. Those boxes weighed more than she did! He hurried over to pick the box up and put it aside. Then knelt to carefully pick the macguffins off her. Once they were cleared away, he could see the large bruises starting to form on her leg, and the little stars of pain finally starting to clear away.
"I don't think I can walk, Boris," She was still on the verge of tears. "Can you carry me? Please?"
Of course! He was her big, strong friend. And he shouldn't have left her alone without making sure all the boxes were stacked properly. Very gently, he picked Alice up off the floor and curled her up against his chest so her head rested against his shoulder, legs over the opposite arm. She needed to rest. The best place for that was the bed. So he carried her down the hallway to her soft, comforting bed, and carefully laid her down.
"You're so good to me, Boris." She caught his muzzle and held it for a long moment before putting her lips against it tenderly. "Thank you for helping me. I get so clumsy sometimes. Don't be mad, okay?"
He grinned and licked the side of her face. He could never be mad at his best friend.
She giggled at him and sighed. "I'd like to rest, okay? Think you can make your own soup tonight?"
He nodded, and cocked his head questioningly.
"No thank you, I ate earlier. Don't you worry about little ol' me, okay?"
With a final nod, he headed back out to the kitchen.
After making his favorite soup, he washed his bowl, the pot, and Alice's teacup. Her bowl was still in the cupboard. She said she'd eaten, so she probably washed it before they moved the boxes. He yawned widely again. If he crept quietly into the bed, he probably wouldn't wake Alice up? She needed to rest to get better.
Tiptoed quietly down the long hallway. The bedroom door was a little open. Maybe he'd just forgotten to close it. He cautiously snuck in, closed the door behind him so the extra light wouldn't wake Alice up. Managed to slide under the blankets as quietly as possible, with only the tiniest creak from the mattress.
"Who's there?!" Alice was awake! And scared! He felt so bad for waking her up and scaring her. He put his chin down on the blanket next to her so she could see him in the dim room.
"Oh Boris!" She laughed with relief. "You scared me, you bad wolf!"
His ears wilted and he looked up at her with pleading, apologetic eyes.
"You better apologize for scaring me!" she pouted.
He nodded, tail half-lifted, half-waving hopefully.
"Well, you do have those big, handsome eyes." She looked thoughtful. "And these soft, sweet ears," She put her hand on one of his ears to rub at it. He leaned into it, tail thumping furiously on the bed. "And this big, soft muzzle." Her other hand ran gently along his skin, thumb just at the edge of his lips. There was a tight, new feeling inside him. His tail didn't even know what to do. It was half wagging, half twitching.
"You really want to apologize?" She leaned closer. Smiled when he gave a tiny nod.
He was not sure he wanted to move away from her touch. He wasn't sure he wanted to stay, but he did want to apologize.
"Kiss me, Boris."
Every hair on his hide trembled.
"It will help me feel better. You want me to feel better, don't you?"
His tail thumped a little against the bed, then stopped. She just looked down at him.
"Let's get you more comfortable, okay?" She slid the straps of his overalls down from his shoulders. "We only slept in our clothes last night because we were so tired. Tonight we do it properly. Like me."
Then he realized something shocking. Alice's dress was not on her! He blushed a deep, furious grey and curled his arm over his face.
"Are you shy?" She giggled with delight. "My big, strong wolf is shy?" The giggle went on a little longer than he'd expected. "You don't have to be shy with me! I'm your best friend. Besides, this is helping me feel better already."
His ears perked up at that. Well, if it helped his friend feel better. He let her slide the straps down, and together they pulled his pants down and slid them off the bed.
"There, isn't that better?"
His tail was trembling, and he felt all tight inside. He shivered.
"Oh, now you're cold! Oh no, my poor little Boris. Come here, I'll help you warm up." Alice pulled him from his side to the center of the bed and helped him lay on his back. His tail was down between his legs, so it wouldn't get uncomfortable.
Then Alice moved so her legs were at his sides. Her hips were right over his. And then she leaned down and whispered towards his ear, "Now, how about that kiss you promised?"
It felt like the soup he'd eaten had turned into butterflies. He tensed and leaned up.
That new, sweet-salt smell was back too. It was definitely Alice, somehow. It made the butterflies in his stomach flap frantically. Alice put her lips right against his- and she was so soft, and smelled so nice, and felt really comfortable on top like that, her weight slowly pressing down against him-
And her lips parted a tiny amount, enough to catch at one of his, which was-
Oh. It was nice. It felt good, their lips moving together like that. Until one of his long teeth caught on hers and she gasped-
He whimpered, ears drawing back, but she just groaned after, mouth following his. Her own teeth brushed against his lips. She chuckled when he shivered from it. She licked along his lip where she'd almost bitten it, and it felt even nicer. He tried to do the same back, but her tongue got in the way. Alice chuckled deep in her throat, and let him lick the inside of her mouth. Her tongue pressed back against his sometimes and he felt her smiling, heard her throaty little giggles. Soft hands rubbing firmly at his ears. Her breathing was getting shorter, and somehow they were both warmer where she was sitting across his hips.
She pulled back a little and looked down at him with a shy smile. "Can we try something?"
So far, this was all sort of overwhelming. But he didn't want to disappoint Alice. Best friends didn't disappoint each other. She smiled prettily and kissed his muzzle. Then she moved up for some reason? Her hips lifted off. His fur there felt so wet, she must have felt it, but then instead of moving away from him, she moved to put her knees on either side of his head. She was standing on her knees over his face, and she was even wetter there. This was definitely where the new scent was coming from.
He looked up to meet her eyes. She looked delighted. "Now kiss me there," She bit her lip as she looked down at him. "But no teeth!"
He snuffled around the tiny patch of fuzz between her legs. She laughed but swatted his nose. "That tickles!" It made him flinch away, ears back. But she'd asked for this, and he wanted to help her be happy. So he licked instead, a long, slow swipe across the wet, juicy folds. The liquid there tasted slightly different than it smelled, but that was just how scent and flavor worked. It kept coming out of her somehow. He chased it with long, pressing swipes of his tongue, a little harder, more each time. It was good. Not as good as bacon soup, but it was pretty close.
Alice did not make it any easier. She kept rocking her hips against his muzzle, thighs tightening against his head. She might have even said some very impolite words, but he couldn't really hear right now. Too busy with licking the dripping fluid from her, pressing into a hole where it was coming from. Alice grabbed his ears and pulled herself into his mouth, forcing his tongue deep into that hole while it just gushed and dripped and flooded down his throat. He was licking in and out as fast as he could, trying to keep up.
With a shudder that went through her whole body, Alice let out a cry that he heard even with her knees against the sides of his head. She stayed there on his tongue for a few more minutes, hips letting out little twitches, her hands on his ears. She whispered sweet, nonsense words at him.
"That was the best one yet. You're the sweetest Boris so far."
Then she climbed out of his mouth, and collapsed back on top of him, smelling like sweat and exhaustion. "That was a pretty good apology." she murmured quietly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, legs back over his hips. "Let's get some rest."
There was an uncomfortable sensation in his middle, and his hips kept twitching under hers. But somehow, he still managed to fall asleep.
When he woke up again, Alice was still on top of him. She was already awake. And something was so different now. He could barely think. There was an ache, deep down at the lowest part of his belly. And it was-
He looked down his own furry chest to see his… that hidden part he'd always had but ignored… and-
Alice was-
She looked down at him as she moved up and down slowly. Smiled. "There you are."
He was in her, and she felt tight and wet and so, so hot. His hips stuttered. His fur was so wet around there now, if he thought it had been wet before he was so wrong. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
His ears went back, ashamed that he hadn't woken up sooner, maybe she could have explained what he was supposed to do?
"Mmm," she sounded very happy, at least. "You're so big. You feel so nice."
He was big. She said it all the time. But did he feel nice? He wasn't sure what he was feeling right now. Tense, restless. Like he wanted to get up and run around. But he wouldn't be able to do that with Alice on him like… like this. He didn't know what to do with his hands, or anything.
"You don't remember this? At all?" She didn't stop moving, just looked down at him. Her eyes were huge and watery, and her lower lip stuck out in a pout.
He just shook his head a little, ears back with sadness.
She kept moving her hips, and it was very distracting, because it felt like… just a lot, all the tension in his body, and some kind of growing sensation that made him want to press his own hips up into hers, hard and fast, until whatever was in him was- what? Out, yes. Out. But then it might go into Alice, and she'd have this uncomfortable too-much feeling.
Her pout turned into a wicked little grin as she bit her lip and leaned close to his ear. "You feel it, don't you?"
He nodded frantically. She had to know what he was feeling.
"You're holding back, aren't you." She soothed his still-sad ears and kissed up and down his muzzle. "You don't have to. You can touch me." She moved one of his hands to her hip. "You can move if you want."
Tentatively, so gingerly, he put his big gloved hands on her hips where she showed him. It made her groan, a long, pleased sound. They were wetter now, where she was moving on him. Where he felt something growing inside him, trying to get out.
"Good boy," she purred. "Almost there."
Just once wouldn't hurt, would it?
He let himself jerk upward into Alice and
Oh-
It felt overwhelming, it felt good, it hurt but like scratching an itch too much, like running past exhaustion, like eating too much soup at a time. He couldn't stop, even though it was so hard to keep moving up like that
so when Alice grabbed him by the scruff and rolled them both over so he was over her, between her spread legs, almost drooling into her face with the overwhelming everything all at once of it, all he felt was relief
so much easier now
Alice clawed at his back, pulling him up and into her
just shove and thrust and-
Alice screamed something in his ear, and he didn't know what "JustgivemeYOUR FUCKING KNOT" meant-
Her legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist that he couldn't have moved away at all, she was barely giving him enough room to pull away just enough to ram back in-
The ache at the base of him came out
Alice almost sobbed with relief
He almost sobbed with relief
Finally, the ache was out, and he needed to bury it all the way in her. His hips hammered away, and finally, finally, he shoved whatever else he had all the way into Alice. His vision went white and his hearing turned into the end of a flapping tape reel, and every single muscle in his body went rigid with the effort.
Somewhere in the distant part of his mind, he hoped he hadn't crushed his friend. And that was the last thought he had.
He ached all over. Alice's wet smell was still vaguely in the air, soaked through with … something else. Something he did not like at all. He wasn't wet anymore, but he itched now. The fur Alice had been… sitting on… was crusted into uncomfortable spikes that pulled at his undercoat. He wasn't… out anymore, but that felt uncomfortable too. Alice wasn't on her side of the bed. He didn't hear her singing anywhere, either.
The bad smell was coming from him. From where-
He didn't even know what to call what they'd done.
She wasn't in the kitchen. Or the room of macguffins. Or the old room that used to have macguffins. Or anywhere else in the few rooms. He was alone. He'd hurt her, somehow, hurt his friend, and she left, and he was alone now.
He sat on the floor next to the bed. He was a bad wolf. And he was dirty. And there was nowhere to get clean. So he did the only thing he could think of, and started licking his fur to clean it. But as soon as he got closer to the mixed scents, recognizing Alice's own personal scent, and the other one, that was from him, he'd made that smell, he couldn't stand it, and turned away from the attempt. He didn't want to smell Alice. Didn't want to remember how he'd felt at the end, selfish and vicious.
Sad and lonely, Boris curled up on the floor and cried until he fell asleep again.
And again.
And again.
Boris couldn't remember what he'd done that made his friend leave. He was such a bad wolf. A bad friend. He just stayed there, on the bedroom floor, waiting and sleeping.
Alice came back eventually. She smiled, looking at him on the bedroom floor. Made bacon soup just for him. But he didn't even want to eat. She said it was his favorite, and he tried to muster up the idea that he'd eat it at all.
She pulled him back up into bed, with kisses and pets and soft touches. He was too tense for some reason. Even when she straddled his mouth, shoved herself onto his tongue, he couldn't even make himself move. Just laid there, drool collecting and pooling from his mouth, over the corner, until Alice moved off and shoved him away in disgust.
He moved back to the floor. Couldn't let his badness stay near his friend.
After several days of this, Alice got angry. Screamed. Threw plates and bowls at him from the kitchen. "You won't eat, you haven't even moved from that spot in days, and now you won't even fuck me?! You're absolutely USELESS!"
He didn't move as porcelain shattered around him, not even when the largest bowl cracked his skull-
No, he was standing at the stove staring into the pot of bacon soup. Alice walked up behind him, one delicate little hand sliding around his waist. There was a sudden pain in his back-
No, he was laying in bed, Alice glaring down at him. He barely felt the knife across his throat-
No, she strangled-
No, she pushed his head into the sink, held his face under-
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Ugh. Why was every Boris so heavy?
Alice Angel dragged the stupid corpse all the way outside Heaven. Unceremoniously, she rolled (most of) the most recent wolf into the growing moat of ink and previous wolves, then stood and dusted her hands off. She sang to herself as she started the long trek back to the ink machine. Along the way, she took delicately ravenous bites from a still-dripping, ink-black heart.
Finally, she made it all the way down to the ink machine, suppressing a shudder of fear as she neared it. Offending the machine would be incredibly poor manners. She stopped just a few feet before it, and cleared her throat, waiting for a quiet rumble of acknowledgment.
"Thank you for bringing Boris back. Unfortunately, he didn't turn out quite right again. Please send another one."
By the time she got back up to her rooms, she could hear the slow gurgle of the pipe in the little room. In just a few days, a new Boris would wake up and she could try again. Someday, she would have every piece she needed and everything would be perfect.
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A tiny figure watched from the darkest corner as Alice shoved another dead Boris into the ink. His heart broke at the sight, Boris didn't deserve any of that. None of them had.
Just then, a tiny bubble arose from the newest resting spot.
The Angel was long gone for now. With a quiet sob, Bendy rushed over to the stagnant moat and struggled to reach down far enough-
With a sullen growl, his larger form took over and hauled the corpse up and out of the moat, then shrank away. Bendy, exhausted but determined, pulled almost-dead Boris' arm over his shoulders. Before anyone else could catch him, they disappeared through an ink-stained shadow.
We'll help you, buddy.
Maybe this time it was true.