Ripple- a Bluey Story

Element

It was a similar sensation to a western standoff, watching your opponent for the slightest sign of motion, fearing that death could be moments away. Although in this case, only my opponent had a weapon.

The Heeler stood frozen for a couple seconds, along with me and Bluey, still on each other in a violently suggestive position. I had no idea who the fuck this was, but he had mentioned Bandit right? Speaking of Bandit, their body shape and shade of Blue fur weren't too dissimilar. But before I could continue my top tier investigative work, his expression shifted from shocked to steel cold.

His gaze was entirely focused on me as he walked over and lifted me off Bluey, rotating me and placing me on the floor accordingly. I felt like some kind of magic statue with how little I moved.

"I...don't even know what to say." He put his head in one of his paws, apparently thinking of a course of action. He returned to his normal posture before continuing and glaring a dagger at me. "You. Bugger off. Somewhere you can't hear us." He firmly planted his finger on my chest, not knowing what he had walked in on and definitely not giving me the benefit of the doubt.

Judging solely off his tone and gaze, I wouldn't want to disobey this guy if it would cure fucking cancer. He was big, deep-toned, and had an unexplainable air of authority.

I waltzed off to my room and shut the door, putting on my headphones just in case. I wasn't even playing music. I slumped against the door, taking a moment to process what had just happened.

Bluey's parents had departed in a way that reminded me far too vividly of the night when my parents had left and never came back, which in turn led me into one a pretty bad breakdown. I didn't even want to try to imagine what I would have done if she wasn't there.

After she had calmed me down, I had tried to...force her to- I slapped myself. No, she hadn't given me any signs she was uncomfortable. That was something we both wanted.

But before any...loss of virginity happened another Heeler had walked in, taking in the raunchiness full force. I slapped myself again just for being a fucking dumbass, why the hell did I try to get Bluey to smash me in the middle of the goddamn living room?

He had said Bandit's name so he pretty obviously knew him, and in turn would tell her parents we had been dating and about to get down and dirty. I had no clue what they were talking about over there...until a realization hit me like a freight train and turned my internals to lead.

It probably looked like I was forcing myself upon her.

I felt sick.

the thought of this getting misconstrued and me and Bluey getting separated sent chills down my spine.

Some light tears poured down my face, even with me trying my hardest to maintain my composure. This is what happens when you're together. You're poison for her.

I looked up at the ceiling, hoping with all my soul that we could leave this unscathed. As if the universe chose to answer, I heard Bluey exclaim something exasperatedly.

"UNCLE RAD I GAVE HIM PERMISSION! STOP!" I knew she continued to talk but I couldn't make it out. The amount of volume she had to go through not only my door but also my headphones and for me to still consider it loud made me wonder if I had a crush on a banshee.

I realized why I had thought that Heeler looked similar to Bandit, he was his brother. I had met Stripe and I knew there was a third brother but other than that I had no clue who he was. For the selection of people who could have found us there, one of Bandit's brothers who would surely protect Bluey with his life wasn't ideal.