The bar was dark and dingy, and the steady stream of voices in tandem with the smell of cigarettes and beer was more than enough to calm Devy's nerves. A burning cigarette lay before her, and her untouched drink was warming as the ice cubes melted and the moisture slipped down the glass like perspiration sliding down a heat soaked body. For a moment, the Spolf's blue hues closed as thoughts from the previous night rocked through her mind like a sensory memory at the sight of the glass. [I]The English Springer beneath her was whimpering, whining-her chest was rising and falling as desire completely overwhelmed her and rocked through her body. Devy's hungry tongue licked and lapped at Ryanna's moist core, nearly forcing her to orgasm for the fourth time. They had been at it since 6pm, and were showing no signs of stopping. As always, the black and pink canine was insatiable when it came to her lovers... and as her newest came yet again, Devy could do nothing but grin against the pussy that she was lavishing attention upon as sweat and tears poured down the girls face.[/i] With a low groan, Devy shook her head. She didn't want to think about it... and she certainly didn't want to think about what had happened after. The broken look on Ryanna's face as she kicked her out of her apartment would have bothered Devy if she hadn't seen it half a dozen times before. It was simply a fact that she had settled to long ago-she wasn't the kind of woman who would ever really get into a relationship. One night stands seemed to always be followed by week long alcohol binges to forget any and all hurt feelings that might have followed. As it was, the drink that was warming on the counter was her second, and she found herself wondering why she hadn't already gulped it down. Perhaps it was the fact that the English Springer had been more hurt than any of the others? If reality reflected the inner nature of a being, the black heart shaped mark in the middle of Ryanna's forehead would have broken in two when Devy told her that she had to leave. But reality never reflected how one truly felt inside... and Devy picked up her drink, stubbornly determined to binge on alcohol until she couldn't remember the night before. She much preferred her usual cold solider attitude that helped her to get through anything and everything. As she picked up the glass and brought it to her lips, however, she was given pause by a familiar black paw taking hold of her arm. The voice was just as hurt as it had been when she had kicked her out of her apartment, and Devy didn't have to turn her head to know that Ryanna's expression was glassy and broken. The sweet and shy canine had held the exact same expression when Devy had left her at the door with cab fare so she could get home. "Devy... will you please just talk to me? Why..." She recognized the voice... though she'd heard it whimpering and whining in a completely different type of begging the night before. Devy definitely had to say that she preferred her one night stands begging for sex, as opposed to the cuddles after the fact. "Ryanna, I told you... I don't do relationships." Devy didn't turn her head from her drink, but actually finished the glass and slapped her hand against the counter, calling the bartender for another one. The silence from the other woman was deafening, and only broken by the sound of a soft sniff... but Devy still didn't turn from the counter. She didn't want to see the tears that filled Ryanna's bright pink eyes. She didn't want to see the hurt and lost expression. Devy didn't want to see any of it; she just wanted to drink until she didn't care about the situation anymore and then go home to sleep until the hangover that she was sure to have had worn off. "Devy-" The Spolf had had enough. "Ryanna, get out of here. Last night was fun, but that was all that it was. I don't know what you thought it meant, but my lack of interest makes what I thought it was quite evident. It was fun, you were great... but it's over." She paused, her harsh words sounding stinging, even to her, and added, "I'm sorry." She heard a sniffle for another moment, and gave a small groan as a new drink was sat in front of her. With the glass in hand, she was ready to face Ryanna... but just as she turned, it seemed that the canine had given up; Devy saw a blur of pink and black leaving the room, and gave a small sigh. "Well, that was painless." Her words were echoed with the clink of ice in the glass that she brought once more to her lips. The alcohol would sooth everything, and the headache that she would have tomorrow would certainly dull out whatever it didn't. Devy found solace in that fact and turned to get back to herself medication. Something about the situation was tugging at her nerves, however... something wasn't sitting right in the back of her mind. Devy couldn't put a finger on it, but she knew that something was off about the whole situation. Against her better judgment, and completely in opposition of everything that she had ever done in the long line of one night stands that had come before this one, Devy pushed herself up from the bar, placing her half finished drink on the counter. "I'll be back for this." It was proof of how often she was at the bar that the tender just nodded and pulled her drink aside to make sure that it wasn't dumped by accident. Devy's heels dug in for a moment, but then she made her way to the door where Ryanna had disappeared moments prior-all the while, the forefront of her mind was actually tsking and telling her that her drink would get warm while she comforted a crying woman. That unsettling feeling, however, overpowered the logical statements, and with a grumble she pushed the entry open and made her way into the darkened streets outside. As though to prove to her that she had been correct in her assumptions, a loud scream pierced the night... once again, Devy recognized the scream, though she had heard it echoing around her apartment in tones of pleasure. The scream that she heard now was full of pain and terror... and it made Devy's heart skip a beat and her movements change from a shuffle to a full out run. What she was hearing made Devy's heart nearly stop-the sounds were so frightened; the screams were so full of pain. The Spolf suddenly realized that if something happened to Ryanna, she was never going to forgive herself for what had happened in the bar only moments prior. As she rounded the corner to the side alley of the bar, Devy's heart gave yet another jerk... and then felt as though it had dropped out of her chest. For a moment, she was frozen, but that moment was long enough for a scene to be burned into her mind. Three men surrounded Ryanna-two were standing along either side of her, holding her arms to the wall... and the other... The other had one hand along either side of Ryanna's head, and Devy could clearly see the cat's long cock as it dove in and out of the spaniel’s core. "Fuck..." Devy ran forward, her hands balling into fists. "Let her GO!" She screamed the words as she moved, and in a show of strength that would have been impressive by anyone's standards, her smaller frame shoved into the feline who was raping Ryanna... and he went flying. The other two were so startled by the blur of hot pink and black that they actually released their victim. Devy wrapped her arms around Ryanna's waist and half dragged, half picked her up and ran from the alley with her. As they rounded the corner, the other female seemed to be unable to move her body from pure shock and terror, and the Spolf, still riding on the strength of adrenaline, was able to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way. They were chased by screams of, "You bitch! You fucking come back here! I wasn't finished yet!" However, Devy didn't look back-she didn't bother going to the bar. She made a straight line for her car, dragged Ryanna in through the driver’s side, locked the doors and shoved her keys into the ignition. As she started the car up, she saw the men appearing from the alley way-her eyes narrowed viciously; taking time to gently place Ryanna in the other seat, Devy then put the car into gear and waited patiently until the men were nearly in front of her. Revving the engine, she stomped on the gas... and was gifted with the sight of two of the men scrambling out of the way, and the satisfying thunk of the hood of her car clipping the other as she drove off. Only after they had been on the road for five minutes did Devy realize that her auditory senses had all but been drown out by a sharp buzzing in her ears... and she only realized because the soft sound of Ryanna crying finally spilled into her senses. Blue eyes flickered instantly to the crying female, and this time, Devy's voice was sincere as she spoke... "Ryanna... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." The Spaniel's voice when it came out wasn't accusing, or malicious... or full of anything other than trauma and, to Devy's surprise, gratitude. "Thank you... Devy, thank you... you saved me... you saved me, you..." And before she could repeat herself twice more, Ryanna's emotions and the trauma of the experience that had just transpired seemed to overwhelm her. Pink hues rolled back into her head, and she fainted against the leather seat. With a small sigh, and more than just a little guilt, Devy moved one hand over to gently brush Ryanna's hair from her face before focusing on the road. The only way that she wanted to meet up with the police was after she gave Ryanna a chance to calm down at her apartment... and only then so that they could make sure that the bastards who did this were put away for the rest of their lives. Devy secretly hoped that she'd somehow managed to forever wound a certain organ on the feline that she had clipped with her car-after what he'd used it for, she was positive that he didn't need it. --- While carrying Ryanna had been simple and seemed effortless in the heat of the moment, now that Devy was carrying her up the stairs to her apartment, she was finding that the canine wasn't weightless... however, she refused to wake her up-her guilt was absolute, and more than that, the more that she looked at her, the more peaceful and beautiful Ryanna seemed to become. She couldn't wake her. Not after what she had been through. She'd let her sleep... Finally, Devy made it up the stairs and to her apartment... and it was only when she was searching in her pocket for the keys to her door that she felt the woman held tightly in her arms stir. For a moment, Ryanna's expression was soft, full of her sweet and shy nature. However, as it always seemed to happen just as we come from dreams, the reality of what had just happened slapped her in the face so quickly that Devy nearly dropped her in the panicked fury that ensued. "Oh, God... God... Devy, they... they...!" She seemed unable to finish her sentence. Instead, the Spaniel simply clung to her as though if she let go, the entire world would collapse around her. Devy had thought when Ryanna awoke, it would be a little easier... but, just like a newlywed couple, the pink and black furred female was forced to carry the other over the threshold of the door. She didn't stop, however, until they were in her bedroom, and she could lay Ryanna down gently on the bed. "I'm sorry, Ryanna." She said it again, now that the other woman was more coherent, but she was only rewarded with a body being thrown against her to cling yet again. "You saved me... you saved me..." That same mantra was being muttered under Ryanna's breath, and finally, she looked up. Her pink hues were almost red with the shock that was pulsing through her body, and Devy brought her hand up to gently brush her hair away. "Please...” As though remembering something else, Ryanna's gaze dropped, "Please don't make me leave tonight. I don't want to be alone..." Devy could almost feel her heart break, as though it took a situation this traumatic for her to realize that there were some people who could make their way past her defenses. In response to the question, the Spolf simply wrapped her arms tight around Ryanna and gave a small nod, kissing the top of her head. "You can stay here for as long as you need, Ryanna... don't worry." She could almost feel the relief washing through the other woman's body. Devy shook her head slowly, and let her next words come out even softer, "We need to go to the police..." "No!" She was cut off before she even finished the suggestion. Ryanna looked up so quickly that Devy's chin was nearly clocked by the top of her head. "Please... I just want it to be over. I want a shower, and to go to sleep... I..." Devy realized that she wasn't going to get anywhere with her-she could tell it by the wild expression in Ryanna's eyes, and the way that she seemed to be working herself up again after she had nearly calmed down. She nodded slowly, speaking in the same soothing voice as before, "All right... all right. We don't have to go. We don't have to," Ryanna just clung all the tighter to her. "Can you come with me to the shower?" Though at any other time Devy might have thought the question to be a sexual overture, she was very aware of the fact that this simply was a request of fear. Ryanna obviously didn't want to be alone. "Of course." And without hesitation, she stood up and half led, half carried the other woman to the bathroom. Ryanna barely let her go long enough for Devy to start the shower and strip her jacket off, but somehow the Spolf managed to get both ladies into the shower. Carefully, as though she were cleaning up a child, she grabbed her loofa and began to soap and work at the shaking female. At first, Ryanna flinched at every touch, but after a moment moments, Devy could literally watch all of the tension leaving her body as the water trickled down the drain. Finally, Ryanna simply fell forward, still half slicked in soap, and wrapped her arms around Devy's shoulders. "Thank you so much for coming after me... I don't know what I would have done if... if..." She shook her head and then lifted her gaze so that she and Devy were mere inches apart. For a moment, Devy thought to stop what was happening, to stop Ryanna from making her next move. However, the broken woman in her arms was too fragile... and more than that, the more that she held her, took care of her, the more Devy allowed her heart to truly open up. The more that she realized... she didn't want to let the woman in her arms go. And so, when Ryanna leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly against Devy's, the Spolf simply held the other woman tight as the water poured down along both of their bodies... and warmly opened her mouth, so that her tongue could dance gently with Ryanna's. The other girl clung to her now as though she was life support, and Devy angled them so that the water sprayed the rest of the soap from their bodies. Without warning, Ryanna's hand came down between their frames, finding the center of Devy's core. The Spolf pulled back from the kiss, blue hues wide. "Ryanna, are you sure you want to be doing this right after...?" "Please, Devy... I don't want him to have been the last person who touched me. Please..." She leaned in closer, her small fingers working shyly between Devy's legs until they found the bud of her arousal. She gave a small shivering moan as Ryanna continued on with her words, "Please make it go away." She was unable to fight it, and truly she didn't want to reason with it. Instead, Devy simply let her own hands fall around Ryanna, so that one could slip between their bodies. In tandem, the girls began to work at one another's cores. There was something about this situation that was so much more than the fucking of last night-it was lovemaking, healing... it was tender and perfect, and Devy could feel it as pleasure began to spread through ever fiber of her being at the sensation of it. Their mouths crashed once more against one another’s, and Devy gently drew Ryanna's lips between her teeth, sucking and lapping gently at the soft petal. Devy’s fingers worked between the Spaniel’s legs, playing at her clit and sliding between her legs so that two fingers could dive gently into her core. She felt the other woman give a small shudder, completely leaning into the motion as though she wanted to be cleansed. It was sweet frenzy-the water still poured over their bodies and their mouths never parted... and both girls worked, fingering, gliding, thrusting deep into the others center before pulling back out to play gently at a quivering clit. It seemed that they were both feeling the same pleasure at the same time, as though, in this moment, they were connected so deeply that their very souls touched. Devy and Ryanna both gave a small little moan of pleasure as the other girl continued to work at the wet dampness of the opposite’s core. "Devy..." "Ryanna..." They said one another's names in tandem, and then Devy felt the first flare of pleasure pouring through her body. Ryanna's fingers worked in deep, gliding along the top wall of her center, while her hand twisted around so that as two fingers thrust in and out, a thumb could circle and play at her clit. That seemed to be all that she needed-she had never come to orgasm so quickly... but she had never been so intimate with another person so that it might happen. She cried out in pleasure as she felt the muscles of her pussy contract, and it was only when she felt the same spasms around her own fingers that she realized that Ryanna was crying out in perfect duet with her. Both girls clung to one another, kissing, touching, licking, thrusting fingers as orgasm took them higher and higher to a plateau of pleasure that they had never experienced before. Quivering, Ryanna's knees let out from under her, and it was only Devy that held her shower soaked body up as the waves of pleasure continued to crash over her. Her fingers thrust deep inside of the pink and black Spaniel one more time before everything simply stopped... stood still... and they were left there, clinging to one another as hard breath slowed and racing hearts returned to normal. Without a word, Devy pulled Ryanna gently out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel. Still saying nothing, she brought her to bed, tucking both her and herself under the sheets. Her arms wrapped tightly around Ryanna's waist, and Devy held her close. "Thank you..." Ryanna's words were soft, as though she were already so relaxed that she was falling to sleep. Devy didn't say anything, she just held her all the tighter. Inside, however, her own gratitude was spilling forth. It seemed as though a horrible situation had finally taught the canine that it was okay to open your heart to love. Looking at the pink and black beauty curled up in her arms, Devy smiled and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.