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Puppy Love : Part 2 by: Pent Ghelsburg

Disclaimer: This story series is the second part of the fifth continuation of my other series. While it is not directly related to the background story of my fursona, it is very early in his life. This story attempts to maintain the scientific realism of my other works. However the basic theme now shifts from something new but not all together different. Be also mindful that this is my third go with some minor smut. Let me know if you have any comments, suggestions, or criticisms. I am open to everything so please feel free to leave me a message!

How on earth are you ever going to explain, in terms of
chemistry, so important a biological phenomena
as first love.”
-Albert Einstein

Chapter 6: Principality

Making my way out of the cafeteria and into the hallway I returned to the familiar location of the school map to familiarize myself to the whereabouts of Administration. Directing myself down the 500 corridor, I made my way to the end of the hall where, unlike in the other buildings, a room sat in the middle of the end of the hallway. The door too was lacquer, whereas the classroom doors were metallic, this one was smooth and decorative in comparison. Labeling the door was a sign, indicating that I was at the right place.

Entering reception, I was greeted by a secretary who inquired as to my purpose. Seeing as it was the first day of class, surely mischief was suspected. After informing the terrier as to my reasons, he instructed me to wait a moment before informing the principal. After making a short inaudible call on a nearby phone the terrier proceeded to lead me towards the door that signage proved was the principals office. With some anxiety, I entered the office.

Entering into the room, my senses were overwhelmed by the refined dogwood, the aroma accompanied an almost outback look in décor. The walls were decorated with a bowie knife and the head of an enormous lion hung on the back of the office. Various tribal ornaments hung about the room, most of them pygmy in nature. A single chair of woven bamboo  sat turned around in the desk, as if looking outside the window onto the playground where no children currently played.

Shuffling myself into a much less executive chair, I sat down before the secretary dismissed himself. The principal spoke in a feminine voice with an Australian accent.

“Can I help ya, mate?” The veiled figure inquired.

The unexpected foreign accent and tenor threw me off for a moment before I responded to the still obstructed personage.

“Hello, Mam. I'd like to discuss what happened at lunch if possible?” I twiddled my thumbs awaiting her response.

“Carry on, mate.” She turned around in her swivel chair, revealing that she was of Dingo ancestry.

“Well you see, an older boy was bullying me and Arthur was really just trying to...”

“Ya can stop ther' mate. Ya dun think I dun know about what happen down ther'?” She folded her arms before leaning back, wearing a tan pantsuit with brown heels.

“I'm sure you do but...” Again she stopped me before I could finish.

“Ferget bout it, mate. What's done is done. Ain't nothing you can do bout it.” She seemed set in her ways and wasn't likely to budge.

“Now get a move on, I'll have Scott write'cha a pass.” She dismissed me, no longer wanting to her my retorts.

Filing my way out of the office, I couldn't but sulk in my own failure. My tail wrapped between my legs as I begrudgingly exited Administration and made my way to the next class. The guilt would likely follow me the rest of the day.

Chapter 7: Gym

At least the next class would allow me to vent some of my frustration. Being a fairly active kit, I enjoyed physical education as much as any other typical 12 year old. Heading down the hall to the 400 corridor, where all the electives were held. At the end of the hall was two large gray doors which housed no handle, instead adorned with a large metallic panel that allowed the door to be opened in both directions. The right side of which was labeled “In” so I entered the doorway and was greeted by a class that was already in progress.

It was no surprise that I was late. The instructor stopped what they were doing before commanding the cubs to continue doing warm-ups before making their way over. Looking it over the light brown fur and relaxed tail revealed to me that they were a native breed, most likely a male Nova Scotian Retriever. Despite it's long fur, he seemed to be dealing with the physical activity quite well. He was quite fit, possibly even more tone than Samaliel, unsurprising for a gym coach. He then requested my late pass he instructed me to go change and directed me to the locker room,

The locker rooms were deserted, so I was left to my own devices. They still smelt quite clean as if they'd recently been waxed over the break. Finding an empty locker was easy enough but the overwhelming guilt of Arthur's detention was really getting me down. Pulling out my change of clothes for gym class, I found some of Arthur's things in my bag which I had intended to return to them. I couldn't help but simply stare into them, and sure enough before long the gym teacher came looking for me.

“Everything alright, kid?” The Retriever inquired seeing that I had not even begun to change clothes.

His question wasn't quite enough to shake me out of my funk. Gradually I came around able to respond.

“Yeah...I suppose.” Though he could easily see something was bothering me.

“Come on, kid, you can tell me.” Deciding to join me on the bench where I was sitting.

Taking a deep breath I tried to explain the situation, my part in it, and my obvious guilt about the repercussions of the ordeal. He considered the notion for a moment before itching his chin and responding thoughtfully.

“Nah, kid, you didn't have nothing to do with your friend getting in trouble.” He assured me.

“They both did something wrong, now they got to learn their lesson.” He explained further.

This was enough to insure me that I was not in the wrong and though I still felt bad about Arthur's fate, I decided that I would no longer dwell on the subject. The Retriever ruffled my headfur.

“You better get going to your next class. I best see you participate tomorrow, kid, I'll let you slide today.”

I was glad he had confided with me. It allowed me to continue the rest of my day at ease. Packing my bag back up, I thanked the older male before heading off to my next class.

Chapter 8: After school

The rest of the day went like normal and my guilt no longer bothered me quite as much as it did before. I had decided that I would wait after school for Detention to end. After the last bell rang for the day, I called my brother to inform him that I would be walking home. After explaining why, he didn't need any further purpose and decided to let me have my way. Again looking to the map, I found that the detention room was housed in the same building as Administration.

Finding my way back into the 500 hall, I was frequented by the Principal who just eyed me indifferently before making her way into reception. A door on the left side was labeled “Discipline” and simply the name alone was enough to incite fear into me. Deciding that I shouldn't be nosy, I pulled a chair on the side of door and waited patiently for detention to end. I had no idea how long it would last but assumed it couldn't have been more than an hour.

Looking to pull a book out a book of my bag, I happened upon Arthur's clothes again. I pulled them out to assure that I would give them to Arthur upon his release from his sentence. Focusing a book I'd located on chemistry, I busied myself reading waiting the hour. The first person out of the room was the older boy who looked to be the same one who'd bullied me earlier. He just gave me an unfriendly stare before continuing on his way. I assumed this would not be the last time I dealt with his type.

Emerging from the room soon after was Arthur. Leaping out of my chair I couldn't help myself and wrapped my arms around him, tightly hugging his body with my arms. Even if he was a little taller than I was, my show of affection was hard to break as I burred my snout into his fur, taking in his aromatic scent. He just stood their motionless, not saying a word. Enough so much that I could feel his heartbeat. My body heat seemed to increase 10 fold when hugging him. He just stroked my headfur before finally breaking the hug.

“You alright, bud?” He asked me with concern.

My smile was enough to satiate his fears for my well being.

“Thanks for helping me earlier, I don't know why he did that...” I tried to hide my fear of the other boy for now.

“He's just a jerk, don't worry about him, alright?” Arthur tried to console me, reading right through my body language.

“Alright, as long as I have you there to protect me right?” I decided to confide my insecurity with him.

“I can't always be there to protect you but I'll try.” Arthur's retort was realistic but not hateful.

It was true I needed to learn to defend myself, but the older boy hadn't really given me the chance to retaliate. I'd have to ask Samaliel to teach me later. Arthur took my paw in his before holding it to his heart.

“Just promise me you won't get hurt ok?” He said with thoughtful concern.

I simply nodded. We began our way out of the school. Our paws held firmly in one anothers. Not bothered by the fact that our grasp remain unbroken. Perhaps it was meant to be this way? It didn't seem either of us minded.

Chapter 9: The trip home

My home was closer than Arthur's so we had decided that we would walk to my place. It wasn't a far distance to either location. Perhaps a 15 minute bike-ride to my home and another 10 from there to Arthur's. However on this day I had not ridden a bike and would have to share a ride with Arthur. Making our way to the bike rack we discussed how we might share the ride and the risks involved with doing so.

We figured Arthur would be the driver, for simple fact he both larger and stronger than I was . I resigned myself to the back spokes, simply grasping over his backpack onto his shoulders. After a small bit of struggle to get started Arthur managed to get the bike going and began to pedal his way to my home. It was mid afternoon and we would need to make good time if we wanted to be home before sundown.

Arthur continued to power his way through the journey as we made idle chatter about our day. We had no specific topic in mind and talked about whatever came to mind since both of our days had been soured but we didn't let that dampen our time together. Suddenly a jolt of motion rocked the bike as the bipedal machine lurched over a rock, jostling us off the side with a simultaneous “Oof” from both of us.

I picked myself up before looking over at the bike which lurched over Arthur's limp body. A small groan elicited from his mouth before I made my way over to check on him. Examining his body, he didn't seem badly injured despite a small amount of blood pouring through a tear in his slacks. Throwing the bike off his body. Then extending my paw downward, I gestured to help him to his feet. While he could still walk there was a slight limp to his step, so I decided to be his guide the rest of the way.

Allowing him to lean on me for support, I helped him along with guiding the damaged bicycle which hobbled along the way. Luckily for me we were only 5 minutes from my home and the journey was a short one. He didn't complain much, instead trying to cover his wound to limit the loss of blood from his injury. Before long we approached my house which was a welcome sight. Knowing my brother would be home, I set the bike to the side before guiding Arthur to the entrance and knocking on the door.

Chapter 10: Homecoming

Samaliel soon opened the door. Arthur's face obviously showed pain and my own body was racked with fatigue and sweat. Samaliel stepped in before helping Arthur into the home to relieve some of the burden off of me. Setting our things down, I shut the door behind us before going to the kitchen to fetch some water for Arthur and I. Looking in the medicine pantry, I located various salves, gauze, and cotton balls which could be used to treat  his injury.

Drinking my own water and quenching my own thirst, I took his beverage and the medical supplies and rushed to the couch where I saw Samaliel tending to Arthur. Samaliel had taken off Arthur's left shoe and torn off the bottom portion of his left pant as to have better access to the injury. Deciding to allow me to tend to my friend, Samaliel moved out of the way and watched from the side. First handing the water to Arthur he took the glass before thanking me with a smile.

Though I was no doctor, the scouts had taught me how to treat injuries. Kneeling down in front of Arthur, I could tell he was trying his best to hide his pain. Taking a ball of cotton, I poured some hydrogen peroxide onto the material before dabbing it onto the injury to clean any infection. Touching the flesh resulted in Arthur flinching a little bit as fizz bubbled up from the now drying blood. Taking it another step further, I applied some with hazel over the wound to reduce the inflammation from where the rock had scraped against the skin and removed some fur.

After drying the liquid from his fur, I applied some antiseptic onto a cotton ball before preforming the same application method. All that was left was to apply an antibiotic and seal the wound. Once I did that, I patted the boys knee and smiled upward at him. Samaliel seemed to approve of my medical prowlice. Nothing short of amazing for a boy of 12 however unsurprising for one who aspired to be a chemist in his future. Samaliel took the supplies before leaving us alone.

“You alright?” I asked joining Arthur on the couch, as he put his shoe back on as if intending to leave.

“Yeah...thanks, I appreciate what you did. I guess we're even now.” Arthur joked.

An awkward  silence followed before I felt an unfamiliar wet texture on my cheek. Looking over Arthur's snout met mine. His paws reached behind my head and held it in place. We sat there kissing...as if only for a moment before breaking the sickly sweet moment. It was awkward for sure but something I would gladly welcome again. The atmosphere was thick after and Samaliel watched from afar as we stared into one another's eyes without a word, just smiling.

“Well...I better get going home, Pent, see you tomorrow

With that Samaliel took Arthur home. My heart was beating a kilometer a minute and I couldn't bring myself to speak, instead waving slowly as he exited my home before Arthur exited my home. I sat there confused...my feelings all balled up between joy and uncertainty. I wasn't too sure how to deal with what had just happened. Still...my emotions were overwhelming me and I decided to retire for the night.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by pentrep
The Return of Routine Part 1
Clarity Part 1
This is the second part of my fifth continuation of my other series. It deals with his return to school and the difficulty he faces with first day jitters.


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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 6 years, 11 months ago
Rating: General

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