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Princess

My mind is groggy. Where am I? What happened? I don't…

Oh, no. I remember what Mother was about to do… she's done it before. That means that I've been…

I inhale deeply as I regain consciousness. The first thing I notice is that I'm not in my room. I'm not in the streets, either. I don't know where I am.

The second thing I notice is that Perry is wrapped around me. He's fast asleep, his face barely an inch from mine.

"Perry…?"

His eyes immediately open. He looks surprised, but that quickly turns into jubilance. "You're awake! Oh, Princess, you're awake!" He hugs me tightly for a few seconds before pulling slightly away, his eyes filling with tears.

"P-Perry," I say, my vision becomes wet with tears as I realize what Mother's done to me. Terror is quickly filling me. "She— she—"

"Shhh… Mother can't hurt you anymore. We arrested her. You're safe. You're safe. You're on our plane. You're safe."

"She fixed me…! Oh God, she—"

"No, she didn't." His voice is stern. "She didn't."

My tears stop for a second. "Wh-what?"

"We found you before she could." He places his paw on my belly and I follow his eyes down to it. His paw is tracing something on it. It hurts where he's touching me. "She had just started, but she didn't get further than this incision. I stitched you up. You're still gonna have to see one of our doctors for your leg."

Relief is flooding through me when he says that Mother didn't spay me. Perry saved me from it. But still, something's wrong…

"Perry!" My voice fills with alarm as I realize what it is. "I can't feel my leg!"

"Hey, hey, hey, relax. Relax. I injected a numbing agent into it so you wouldn't feel the pain when you woke up. Looks like it worked." He gives me a reassuring smile.

I gaze into his eyes. He's taken care of me. Everything I could need, he's on it. He's looking out for me. He really was sent to save me. He lets out a small sigh.

"Wow…" he breathes. "You look beautiful."

I feel my face heat up. This is the first time he's ever said that. I had already assumed he thought that, but hearing it makes it real.

He closes the inch between us and kisses me. Actually kisses me, not like his attempts from before. I moan in surprise, feeling my heart melt. He's holding me close, letting me know that I can finally relax. I can finally rest. I'm finally safe.

I was trained by Mother to do many acts that aren't natural for animals. It was to "give clients an experience they can't get elsewhere." Those are her words (they make me sick). That being said, it's surprising that Perry's learned how to kiss so quickly.

He gently pulls away, leaving me breathing heavily. He looks into my eyes and smiles.

"And I've got more good news. We have the cure."

I stare at him. Wait… what?

"You mean that…"

He smiles. "Yeah."

I pull him to me and kiss him with all of the love in my heart. I feel both of his paws on my back as he pull me close to him. I don't want to ever let us come out of this moment.

I'm out of the tunnel. The last two years of my life have led to this moment: the moment where someone I love tells me that I can finally move on. That I can finally have what I want most. A family.

I come out of it to breathe and gaze into his eyes. He's slowly blinking at me, nothing but passion and love in his eyes.

"Perry… are you… is having kids something you're willing to do?"

His face softens and he nuzzles my bill. He answers me gently. "Only if you're willing to."

That's a yes! I pull him into another kiss and don't let up on him. I wrap my arms around his back and I feel his arms tighten around my waist. He wants a family with me. He wants to be with me.

He does want me permanently…

"Uh…"

We quickly pull apart and look to where the voice had come from. A small, tan colored dog in a fedora is standing a few feet away, awkwardly staring at us. I feel myself flushing deeper than I had thought was physically possible, especially through fur.

Perry gets a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, Pinks! What's the matter?"

"I, uh— I, um," the small dog stammers, his face also a bright shade of red. "I—I came to check up on you, but, uh, I—I think that I'll, um, just go back up front."

He scurries off as quickly as his tiny legs can carry him, leaving Perry and me alone again. Perry immediately starts laughing. I give him a weird look.

"Sorry," he apologizes after gathering himself. "That was Pinky, the chihuahua I was telling you about."

"He, um, shakes more than I expected."

"Yeah, he's a character." Perry looks me in the eye again. "Now, where were we?"

"I think you—," I start, but he interrupts me with another kiss. In this, I feel all of his love. He's holding me close, letting me know that he won't let go.

He gently pulls away. "I love you, Princess." A feeling of pure content washes over me when he says those words.

"I love you, Perry."

He kisses me again, wrapping his whole self around me. I get lost in his passion.

I'm finally free.