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Koudelka, Devi and all mentioned characters (c) Ketzio and Gbb
Takes place specifically after
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Although she had just arrived at Devi's trailer that very morning, it felt like she had been sleeping there for an eternity. She would have brief moments of lucidity where she would hear Devi roaming around her room or feel Devi occasionally holding her, but Koudelka was trapped in a constant loop of drifting consciousness.
"Babe?" Devi's voice finally echoed in Koudelka's subconscious and began reeling her from her slumber.
"Baaabe?" the voice repeated but this time with sharper clarity, "Come on, wake uuuup."
"I'd rather not..." Koudelka mumbled with minimal coherency but managed to open one eye.
"Come ooon, wake up so I don't have to keep kissing you in your sleep." Devi leaned in very close to Koudelka's nose.
With what little energy the culpeo could muster, she pushed Devi away, "Stooop! I haven't even brushed my teeth yeeeet."
"I don't care," Devi pushed back and crawled on top of her.
"Stop looking at me, I'm not ready." Koudelka mumbled and rubbed her eyes.
"Did you know you drool in your sleep, sweetie?" Devi leaned forward; resting her head in her hands. "Were you dreaming about me? Is that what caused it?"
Letting out a shocked squeal, Koudelka covered her mouth. To her horror, she could feel wetness on her palms. Mustering up the rest of her morning strength, she weakly tossed Devi off of her and hastily retreated to the bathroom; almost running into a closed door on the way.
She could hear Devi snickering from the bedroom as she leaned against the bathroom door and collected herself. After a brief session with the sink, she was ready enough to meet with Devi again.
Devi was still lying where she had been tossed; her legs twisted in an uncomfortable-looking position as she stared at the ceiling.
"Hi, uhh..." Koudelka started as she thumbed towards the bathroom behind her. "...may I take a bath?"
"A bath?" Devi raised an eyebrow. "A shower, you mean?"
"No, I mean a bath." Koudelka responded earnestly.
"With what tub?" Devi started snickering again and then put on a very peasant-like accent. "What are these novelties of which you speak?"
"Wait..." Koudelka recoiled and took another journey to the bathroom and back. "...there's no bathtub in there! How do you bathe, Devi? HOW DO YOU KEEP CLEAN?"
"There's this wonderful thing called a 'shower'," Devi goofily smiled with her buckteeth prominent. "Would you like me to demonstrate how to use it?"
"I know what a shower is, Devi." Koudelka huffed and then squinted her eyes. "...but where's the bathtub?"
"Babe, you go to school. You've seen the showers there, right?" Devi's sarcasm started burning out and her tone became more bewildered.
"Yes, I've seen the showers in the big rooms but..." Koudelka's gaze turned towards the bathroom door and back to Devi. "...but that's not a big tiled room, your bathroom is tiny."
"I honestly don't know if you're making fun of me," Devi said with a frozen half-smile.
"No, I'm not!" Koudelka's tone was very defensive while she blushed and became flustered. "Devi, your bathroom has wood! Water makes wood mold and stuff!"
"...do you want me to take you to a place where you can take a bath?"
"No, no! I..." Koudelka sighed and slid her palms down her face. "...I'm sorry. I'm not making fun of you, I'm just not... used to this."
"No kidding!" Devi hopped up from the bed and ushered Koudelka into the bathroom. "You got soap and shampoo and all that good stuff in here, are you okay using my shower?"
Devi opened up a cabinet filled with hair and fur products while pulling out a few clean body and face towels as well. She spun knowingly towards a shower curtain the size of a small closet and swiped it open.
"Oops." Devi gingerly slid a bra off of the shower handle while Koudelka shyly took a few glimpses before it disappeared behind Devi's back. "Okay, there you go!"
"O-oh. Okay." Koudelka responded meekly; realizing what the shower was. "Thank you, I'm sorry for being... yeah."
"Ahh, pshaw," Devi was about to leave when her ears perked up. "Wait, do you have clean clothes?"
It was like those words had terrible weight on Koudelka as it dawned on her that all of the clothes in her backpack were, in fact, dirty. The clothes she was wearing were also, of course, dirty. Everything she had was, in reality, dirty.
"I guess I don't. What do I do?" Koudelka's tone made this situation feel much more dire than it was.
"Well, honeybee," Devi started with a smile. "Looks like we'll have to take you to the laundry room."
"What's that?" Koudelka felt more and more stupid as this conversation went on. Clearly she knew what 'laundry' was, and she knew what a 'room' was, but the idea of a designated laundry room in this tiny trailer was preposterous.
"It's a room where y--"
"Yes, I kn--" Koudelka laughed in frustration. "I'm just going to keep quiet because I am saying looots of dumb things."
"Haah, but you're cute so it's fine." Devi tip-toed and pecked Koudelka on the cheek. "But like I was saying, it's actually the brick building over there. You can see it past my window. Just by Aria's house. Basically, you just go there and you can pay a buck to use the machines."
"But why would you pay to use a laundry mac--" Koudelka stopped herself when she saw Devi's eyebrows rising. "It just... seems... like it'd be better to buy one because uhh... it'd save you money in the long run? After all, with a certain amount of uses, you'd be spending far more money altogether."
"I guess." Devi shrugged. "After about 550-ish uses, we could buy one. I don't know where we'd put it, though."
"...I'm sorry." Koudelka said as she covered her face in embarrassment. "I keep talking and saying dumb things."
"I super don't mind, babe." Devi took Koudelka's hand and held it tight. "I'd probably be asking pretty dumb questions if I was staying at your mansion. Like, uh... 'what in the world am I going to do with 5 baths in the same room?' or 'why do you guys have 10 cars in a garage that's bigger than my house?'. Besides, you've been through a ton so please get comfortable."
"We don't have 10 cars, we have..." Koudelka stopped herself when she quickly realized that 8 cars wasn't that much different.
"But yeah! One dollar! Laundry! Let's goooo."
"I uh... don't have money." Koudelka bit her lip.
"What, for laundry?" Devi laughed. "You're my guest, I'll do it. Now, before we go do that, let's have lunch. I'm suuuuper hungry."
"Okay." Koudelka passively yielded.
"Besides, standing in my bathroom with you is kinda hot so uhh..." Devi fanned herself with her hand. "...yeaaah."
"Oh my god, you're so weird." Koudelka rolled her eyes as she scooted passed Devi and into the hall.
~~
While having lunch, Koudelka noticed a sort of soothing ambience to the sound of kids playing outside and the light pitter-patter of the storm's rain hitting the roof. Devi's entire trailer felt very lively as Koudelka was used to the cavernous hallways of her own home.
Lunch itself was also very lovely. Koudelka was enamored by the fact that not only was her girlfriend infinitely patient with her but she was also a really good cook.
After lunch, they journeyed to the brick laundry building together; both carrying their own hampers. Kids were running all around them; shouting, laughing and throwing balls.
Koudelka followed them with her eyes; watching them darting around trailers and rolling on the ground. Though it made her feel strangely wistful, she loved how energetic these kids were -- especially in the rain. They were falling and getting all muddy and dirty but they seemed like they couldn't be happier.
Upon entering the building, Koudelka was shocked to see rows upon rows of yellowing laundry machines in alternating states of damage and graffiti. Koudelka dropped the hamper with all of her dirty clothes.
"Devi?"
"Yes?"
"I..." Koudelka looked back at the kids playing. "...I think I had a really messed up childhood."
"What?" Devi fully turned towards the culpeo.
"This all feels so nice." Koudelka started as she leaned against the threshold of the entrance. "I feel really comfortable. No one seems to be judging me, or I don't feel it. Everyone seems to be having fun and... I can just go to a disgusting laundry building without consequence."
"You weren't allowed to go to places like th-- you think this is comfortable?" Devi laughed and gestured towards the rugrats. "They're covered in mud! I bet they're gonna be so sick."
"It just... there's a weird... uugh." Koudelka rubbed her forehead. "It's hard to explain. I just feel comfortable here."
"Well, I'm really happy you're comfortable." Devi dropped her hamper and leaned against Koudelka. "And I'm really happy you're staying at my place too. It's so fun."
"Devi," Koudelka searched Devi's eyes. She wanted to keep pontificating on her own childhood and the feelings that this place stirred in her but could only blurt out something unrelated. "I really love you a lot."
Devi's lower lip started wiggling as her eyes became much shinier. "Are we really having a precious moment standing in a dirty-ass laundry building?"
"Nope! We should do the laundry!" Koudelka suddenly sprung forward and grabbed her hamper as Devi giggled while wiping away tears.
"Well, okay then! So, we'll use one machine for my stuff and one machine for your stuff." Devi trotted towards the nearest machine. "And... fuck."
"What's wrong?" Koudelka followed.
Devi reached into her pocket and pulled out a singular dollar. "Bah! I'm so used to just taking one dollar with me. Son of a bitch."
She handed the dollar over to Koudelka, "Be right back! Go ahead and start yours."
"Oh. Uh. Alright." Koudelka muttered as Devi rushed outside without another word; the sounds of the kids screaming and playing prominent while the door slid open and then closed.
Koudelka stared at the row of washing machines and driers. "Oookay. This won't be... too hard."
~~
Listening to the rain and children playing, Koudelka had managed to do... something. She got the clothes into the washing machine and used enough detergent and bleach to make sure they were well-passed clean.
When Devi returned to do her own clothes, Koudelka hadn't thought too much more about her own laundry. It seemed simple enough, though, it was funny watching Devi dividing clothes based off of if they had color or not. That seemed pointless.
As soon as Devi had her clothes loaded, Koudelka had forgotten all about laundry as the bunny's gaze turned towards her with a sly grin which reminded the culpeo it was hormone-o-clock. While they waited for the machines to finish, they lightly cuddled with each other; uncaring about curious eyes. They kissed. A lot.
Because of their intimacy, neither of them paid much attention to the state of Koudelka's clothes when they were shoved into the drier.
~~
"What happened to my clothes?!" Koudelka asked from inside of the bathroom as Devi sat outside the door.
"Well, if you let me in, I could take a look."
"I'm naked! I just took a shower!"
"Yeah, I know."
"Baaah! My clothes, though!" Koudelka squealed. "I washed them like you told me to!"
"I didn't... tell you how to wash them." Devi said. "You did that on your o-- oh my. What did you doooo?"
It was now the late afternoon and Devi's fathers had returned home. They were trying not to laugh in the other room and Devi did an "I'll kill you" gesture with her thumb and her neck.
The bathroom door creaked open; showing off Koudelka's wet face and shoulder poking through the crack. "Like I said, I washed my clothes like you told me to. I put the dollar in, I put the clothes in, I put the detergent in and the bleach... what did I do wrong?"
Enamored with her girlfriend's nude shoulder, Devi didn't immediately answer.
"U-uhm..." Devi exhaled sharply. "...okay, uhh. Did you separate the whites?"
"What?" Koudelka wiped a moist strand of hair away from her eyes. "Devi, I know I can be... 'persnickety' but why would I separate my clothes according to color?! I'm not THAT prissy!"
"Oh boy." Devi immediately knew the problem. "Prissiness isn't the problem here. You're supposed to separate them."
"I'm not-- wait wha." Koudelka responded flatly as the hair she just wiped away fell back onto her face.
"Let me see one of your white shirts." Devi reached a hand through the cracked doorway; almost tempted to bend her arm a little to the left and touch Koudelka's wet tail.
"None of them are white anymore, Devilyn!"
Devi burst into laughter; almost collapsing into the hallway floor. "Fucking-- did you just call me 'Devilyn'?"
"No?! I don't know!" Koudelka huffed. "DEVI, MY SHIRTS AREN'T WHITE ANYMORE. AND THE ONES WITH WHITE STRIPES ARE MESSED UP TOO. HOW DO I FIX THIS?!"
Devi, still snickering, stood back up as she caught her breath. "Uhh... buy new clothes. Did any of your shirts survive? Or are they all fairy puke now?"
Koudelka, even with how frustrated she was, couldn't help but laugh at 'fairy puke'.
"THEY'RE ALL THE PUKE." Koudelka fought the laugh through gritted teeth.
"LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GOING SHOPPING TOMORROW THEN." Devi imitated Koudelka's intense tone.
"BAAHHH!"
"Look, sugar mama 'Devilyn' will buy you some new clothes," Devi looked at her dads whose faces had vanished into the couches.
"I'm sorry I forgot your actual name." Koudelka said in a low, apologetic tone.
"IT'S FINE, I DON'T WANT YOU TO CALL ME 'DEBORAH' ANYWAYS." Devi tease-yelled in response.
"AH, NOW I REMEMBER IT!" Koudelka shut the door and sang to herself, "Deborah's such a pretty naaaame."
"DAMMIT! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!"
"Then help meeee!" Koudelka whined; her voice echoing.
"Are any of your clothes wearable?" Devi asked. "Not that I'd complain if you had to come out naked."
"All of my shirts are destroyed. My pants are fine, though."
"Topless, then!" Devi cheerily stated with a finger pointed up.
"You can't say stuff like that around your parents, Devi! Stop it!" Koudelka opened the door again and whispered.
"Tooooopless!" Devi repeated herself but louder as Koudelka shut the door again. "I'm pretty sure my dads know I like boobs."
"Please don't bring us into this." Jericho called from the living room with a hint of snickering.
"I won't let her bring us into this." Curtis joined.
Devi rolled her eyes and hitched a finger towards the living room. "Yup! They don't care!"
There was a moment of silence as Devi placed the side of her head against the door; listening to Koudelka fussing around in there. "...did your panties survive?"
"WHY YES, THEY DID. THANK YOU VERY MUCH." Devi could practically hear the blush on Koudelka's face at that point.
"Well, wear them and one of your destroyed shirts and those'll be your pajamas." Devi nodded her head. "Simple."
~~
Despite having slept until noon, Koudelka found herself growing very tired as she waited for Devi to get out of the shower.
She had taken Devi's advice and lied on the bed with one of her fairy puke shirts, underwear and socks. The socks were the one thing keeping her from feeling too exposed.
It was funny, she had spent this entire day not once thinking about her dad and what happened with Austin the night before. Good. Even if she was tired, she felt rejuvenated.
Koudelka had practically fallen asleep by the time Devi burst back into her room with a loud "HEEEY, LOOOVE!"
Devi's excitement was palpable. It was so cute seeing the bunny so overly-excited. It was comforting because Koudelka felt the same way. However, at this moment, she was jump-scared out of her slumber.
"Oop! Sorry. You fall asleep really easily!" Devi trotted by dressed similarly to Koudelka with just a shirt and underwear. "I think you look really beautiful, by the way."
Koudelka scoffed as she pulled on her destroyed shirt. "Look at this horrible thing."
"Haaah, it's the one time you're not pampered to the extreme." Devi laughed. "I think it's cute seeing you with something that doesn't look like it was designed in a secret fashion base or something. Plus, I was mostly talking about your face."
"Yes, my face," Koudelka sat up with her hands squeezed between her thighs in a minor attempt at censoring herself. "And my underwear which you can clearly see because apparently the shirt was destroyed and ALSO SHRUNK. You should consider yourself lucky, Devi. You didn't go through a freak gorilla growth spurt so you can still wear a tiny shirt like a skirt."
"A freak gorilla growth spurt?" Devi folded her arms. "Kody, Aria is taller than you. I think you're just confusing your normal height with my midget-ness."
Koudelka huffed; mustering all of her confidence to summon something resembling a flirt. "You... you have your girlfriend sitting here with just her underwear and a shirt and you're... uh... talking about Aria? How ruuude."
Devi raised an eyebrow, then leaned forward quickly which caused Koudelka to yelp then jump back.
"Lemme touch." Devi muttered like a zombie.
"N-not while your parents are here!" Koudelka covered herself with a desperate look that was almost sad.
"I joke, I joke!" Devi laughed as she retracted her hand. "I want you to be comfy anyways. Don't let my... admiration of your body... make you feel uncomfortable."
"Uh huh. I'm sure you'd rather look at Aria's tall body."
"Kody, if you say her name one more time, she's gonna appear." Devi thumbed towards the window. "She literally just breaks in sometimes."
"What, really?!" Koudelka's gaze shot from Devi back to the window rapidly. "...uh... can we lock the window?"
"I'm pretty sure she won't come in since you're here." Devi laughed. "She's too afraid of seeing two girls doing anything that isn't sports. Either way, I'd much rather stare at you. For one thing, you're actually pretty."
"Bah! You flatterer." Koudelka couldn't help but smile. "Devi, you couldn't make me uncomfortable if you tried."
"Oooh, really?" Devi's sly grin returned. "I wouldn't mind trying."
"No! You pervert!" Koudelka snickered. "I mean... you admiring me... doesn't make me uncomforta-- I WANT YOU TO BE COMFY TOO."
"Well, I--"
"Because... I also... think you're really hot... and uh..." Koudelka pulled at the collar of her shirt. "...I also find you... uh... very... easy to look at. Uh. Yes. Sexually uh... inducing."
"Sexually inducing?" Devi feigned ignorance. "Well, since you want me to be comfy too, can I wear my normal pajamas?"
"...I don't see why n-- what are your normal pajamas?"
"Topless!" Devi perked up. "Much more comfy. Though, seriously, I don't have to. I'm okay with that. It must be just a little weird for y--"
"I... would like that." Koudelka closed her eyes as she responded earnestly.
"Oh!" Devi's brows lifted. "Okay. Are you sure?"
"...yes. You are my girlfriend so uh..." Koudelka blushed. "...we shouldn't stop ourselves from doing things just because... yeah."
"...sweet." Devi's arms immediately vanished into her sleeves and, for a hot minute, Koudelka was flashed with Devi's glorious tummy and belly button.
"W-wait! Hold on!" Koudelka coughed. "Shouldn't we wait until we're under the cove-- never mind."
Devi had paused but then continued lifting her shirt.
Koudelka's eyes were glued to the display, but, the moment she saw the prominent beginnings of Devi's chest, she felt like she was thrown into an oven. Her first instinct was to shift her entire body around as she hoped that the intense sound of her heart in her ears wasn't loud enough for Devi to hear.
"Are you... uh... sure you're okay with this?" Devi gave one last chance.
"YEP! I'M SURE." Koudelka's voice was fragile and shivered.