#human pet!reader

“Okay Tasha, you have everything for the two of you, right?” Wanda’s voice floated through the house, a mix of worry and affection. She’d been double-checking the list for the third time now, fluttering around like a nervous mother hen. You had been trailing the two of them all morning—your nails clicking against the hardwood, ears perked, head tilting at words like tent, river, and trail snacks. You weren’t entirely sure what “camping” meant, but the way your owners moved with purpose had your tail wagging all the same. Something exciting was happening. And you were going.

Natasha—Daddy—stood near the front door with a hiking pack slung over one shoulder, calm as ever. Her sunglasses were already perched on her head, and a cooler waited by her boots. She gave a short nod as Wanda approached her with a folded flannel in hand.

“I’ve got everything. Tent, food, water, bug spray, the meds kit, her blanket, even that weird little toy she sleeps with,” Natasha said, nodding toward you with the smallest of smirks.

Wanda didn’t look convinced. She turned sharply and you almost bumped into her knees trying to stop fast enough. Dropping your rear to the floor, you blinked up at her obediently, tail sweeping the floor with fast, hopeful thumps.

“Okay, Bumble,” she said, squatting down and holding your face between her hands. Her warm thumb stroked over your cheek, and you leaned into it. “You listen to Natasha, okay?”

“Yes! Listen to Daddy!” you said quickly, a little breathless with excitement. Your voice was light and eager, like it didn’t know how to contain itself. You didn’t even realize you were vibrating in place, tail lashing side to side with joy.

Wanda giggled and kissed your forehead. “Good girl.”

Behind her, Natasha chuckled. “We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. I’ll keep her safe.”

“I know, I just…” Wanda stood, brushing invisible lint from Natasha’s jacket. “It’s her first time really out like this, away from both of us. And there’s bears out there.”

“I have a knife,” Natasha deadpanned.

“And a hybrid who’s afraid of the vacuum,” Wanda countered.

Natasha gave her a crooked grin, then leaned in to kiss her. “We’ll be fine. Go enjoy the quiet house while you have it.”

You watched the kiss curiously, ears twitching. Then Natasha patted her thigh and you jumped up on all fours ready, tail wagging again. “Let’s go, pup.”

You barked once and followed her out the door, casting one last look over your shoulder at Wanda, who smiled softly, waving from the porch with both hands.

You didn’t know what camping was yet—but with Daddy by your side, you were sure it was going to be your favorite thing.

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You couldn’t believe your luck.

From the moment Natasha opened the passenger side door and patted the seat, your brain short-circuited with pure joy. You paused on the sidewalk, blinking up at her in disbelief, as if this were some sort of test.

“The front seat’s for you this time, pup,” she said, tossing her bag in the back and sliding into the driver’s side.

You scrambled up immediately, clumsily bracing your hands on the edge of the seat and hauling yourself up. Your tail thumped wildly against the upholstery, ears perked so high they practically touched the roof. You turned in a quick circle—once, twice—before sitting tall, knees tucked to your chest, tail wagging over the console.

You glanced at Natasha as she buckled in. She shot you a quick side-smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it. You’re only up here ‘cause it’s just us,” she said, pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes.

You didn’t say anything. You were too busy glowing. Front seat. The front seat. You had never been allowed here before. This was sacred territory. Wanda had always clicked her tongue and steered you toward the back, mumbling something about dog hair and seat safety. But now? Now you were queen of the world.

Your nails tapped lightly against the center console as you shifted, leaning closer to the window. When the car started moving, you gasped. The rush of air! The view! You pressed your nose to the glass, watching the world zip past in a blur of green trees and open sky.

Natasha chuckled lowly, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over briefly to scratch behind your ears. “Not bad, huh?”

You turned toward her, eyes wide and sparkling, and gave a soft, breathy sound of agreement before returning to the window. Your tail never stopped moving, swaying with the gentle rhythm of the road.

And when Natasha reached down to turn up the music—some steady, low-beat rock that thrummed in your chest—you leaned over just enough to rest your head on her thigh, letting out a happy sigh.

You didn’t know where you were going, but for once, it didn’t matter. You were in the front seat. With Daddy. And life was so good.

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The car door creaked open, and before Natasha could even tell you to wait, you were already wriggling out with a huff of excitement, hitting the ground with your hands first, then your feet. Grass and pine needles crunched beneath you as you stared wide-eyed at the scene ahead—towering trees, a canopy of green, sunlight breaking through in dappled patches. It was quiet. Still. The air smelled like dirt and leaves and woodsmoke from a nearby site.

You turned to Natasha, your mouth parting in a question, but she was already circling to the back of the car, popping the trunk.

“C’mere, Bumble,” she called, her voice steady but warm. “We’ve got work to do.”

You padded closer on all fours, tail swaying, head cocked. She pulled out a folded bundle of fabric first—a tent—and a couple of long metal poles. You blinked at it, uncertain.

“This is our shelter,” Natasha said, holding up the bundle. “Keeps us dry if it rains. Keeps bugs out. Watch, I'll show you.”

You sat back on your heels, resting your hands on your thighs, eyes fixed on her as she laid everything out with the kind of precision you always admired in her. She explained each piece—how the poles connected with little snaps, how the tent had to be staked into the ground just so. She gave you tasks: hold this corner, press down here, bring me that hammer.

And you did. Happily. Eagerly. Anything to please her. Your tail wagged constantly, brushing over the soft dirt as you mimicked her movements.

“See? Not so hard,” Natasha said as the tent finally stood tall, taut and secure. She ruffled your hair. “You’re good at this.”

You beamed up at her, panting just slightly from exertion and the heat, and leaned into her hand.

Next came the fire pit. Natasha cleared a space, circled it with stones, and showed you how to gather the right kind of wood—dry twigs, not too thick, plus some leaves for kindling. You watched, nose twitching at the smoky smell of the old charred wood in the pit, while she explained how to build a fire safely.

“You don’t touch this part, okay?” she said, pointing at the lighter before tucking it into her jacket pocket. “This is mine. You just help me feed it.”

You nodded seriously.

She lit the fire, and the sudden bloom of warmth and light made your ears perk. But what really caught your attention were the tiny flickers of ash that lifted into the air, twisting and dancing like tiny gray bugs. Your eyes tracked them, body tense—prey.

You lunged, snapping at one as it floated near, catching nothing but air and letting out a startled huff. Natasha laughed, reaching out to hold your shoulder steady.

“Bumble, no—those are ashes, not snacks.”

You looked up, confused, then tried again when another one drifted low. This time, she caught your chin gently and made you look at her.

“Hey,” she said with a small smirk. “No biting the fire.”

You whined softly, ears pinning back, but the warmth in her eyes kept your tail wagging.

By the time the campsite was set, the sun had shifted to mid-afternoon. A breeze whispered through the trees, rustling the tent, and you lay on your side by the fire ring, panting, watching as Natasha finally plopped down on a log bench with her thermos.

“You did good today, Bumble,” she said, glancing over at you with the faintest smile.

Your tail thumped against the dirt.

You might not have understood everything this “camping” was about yet—but if it meant spending the whole day close to Daddy, learning from her, helping her, earning her quiet praise?

You could stay out here forever.

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The woods had gone quiet in the late afternoon—soft and golden, the fire crackling low beside Natasha as she scribbled something into her little notebook, lips pursed in focus. You lay near her feet, half-dozing, your head resting on your arms, tail occasionally flicking across the pine needles.

It was peaceful.

Until you heard something.

Your ears twitched—just a subtle sound at first, but different. Not the breeze, not the birds. A high, soft whine. Barely there, like the rustle of something trying not to be heard.

Your head lifted.

Natasha didn’t react, still hunched over her notebook, so you didn’t bark or whine. You simply stood and tilted your ears, angling them until you caught it again. Closer now.

Sniff.

It was faint, earthy, unfamiliar. A mix of wet moss and something wild.

You padded away on all fours, slow and cautious, slipping just off the trail until the tall grass brushed your shoulders and the scent grew stronger. You ducked beneath a branch, pushed your nose into a thicket—

And suddenly—

Boop.

Your snoot bumped another one.

You froze. So did it.

A tiny little creature blinked up at you, its nose trembling, ears low. Gray-brown, just like yours but shaggier, rougher. A pup. Small. Frightened. Shaking.

It let out a soft, pitiful whine.

You leaned in and sniffed again. It smelled wrong. Wild. Unclean in a way that made you tense—but also small. Helpless. Alone. That protective instinct that had always burned beneath your ribs roared up like fire.

So, before you could think about it too hard, you reached forward and gently grabbed it with your mouth by the scruff, kind of like how you’d seen Wanda carry toys to the laundry. Its body went limp. It didn’t fight.

You turned and padded back to camp, tail held high in quiet pride.

When you emerged from the brush and dropped the squirming pup carefully at Natasha’s boots, tail wagging slowly, head tilted just a bit to say Look what I found!—

Her reaction was... not what you expected.

“BUMBLE!”

You flinched as she shot up from the log, eyes wide in pure horror.

“No! Stop! BAD GIRL!”

You instantly shrank back, curling your body protectively around the pup, letting out a soft whimper as your ears flattened.

But you didn’t leave it.

You couldn’t.

The little thing pressed into your belly, whining quietly, and you responded by licking the side of its face with a soft whuff, tail low but still wagging. You didn’t understand what was wrong—but it was scared, and so were you, and that meant you needed each other.

Natasha ran a hand through her hair, pacing once before crouching down near you, keeping her voice low but panicked. “Bumble, baby, that’s not a dog. That’s a wolf. A wild animal. You can’t just—oh my god. We have to find its pack, or—shit, its mother could be close.”

You looked up at her, eyes wide and confused, your tongue slipping out as you gave the pup another kiss. It squeaked, pressing closer to your warmth.

“…Oh no,” Natasha muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “She’s already attached.”

You didn’t understand all the words. But the tone? That you understood.

So you whined, low in your throat, curling your body around the pup like a nest. You weren’t letting it go. Not yet.

Not until you were sure it was okay.

The little pup stayed curled in your arms, warm and trembling. You nosed at its scruff gently, feeling the soft puffs of breath against your skin. It had stopped whining now—maybe because it felt safe. Because you were warm. Because you wouldn’t let anything near it.

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Natasha had stopped pacing.

She was sitting now, watching, jaw tight, arms on her knees. Every few seconds her eyes flicked to the trees, sharp and alert, scanning for movement. For danger.

Then it came.

A distant, bone-deep howl.

Low. Long. Echoing over the hills like a call from the earth itself. You lifted your head sharply, ears flicking to attention. The pup jolted too—but not in fear.

In recognition.

It squirmed in your hold. Not to get away—just to get higher, closer to the noise. And then it did something strange. It howled back. A high, uneven wail. Lonely, but loud.

You felt something stir deep in your chest.

You’d never done it before. Not really. But it felt natural. Right.

You raised your head, opened your mouth—

And you howled.

Not quite like the pup. Not quite like the wolf that had called.

But something in between. Raw and wild and full of ache.

“Bumble—” Natasha’s voice was strained now. “No. No no no—baby, don’t—”

She stood, fast, reaching for you, but you were already on your feet. The pup squeaked and scrambled up onto your back, and you dropped into a run before she could catch you.

“Bumble!” she yelled.

But the trees swallowed her voice.

Your paws—no, your feet—pounded the ground, strong and certain, following a scent you didn’t even know you could track. The pup clung to you, small claws gripping your shirt. Another howl—closer now. More desperate.

You howled back again, heart beating wildly.

You didn’t know if you were scared or sure. You didn’t know what was waiting at the end of the trail. But the pup needed you. Something had pulled it to you—had pulled you to it.

And you weren’t going to let it be alone again.

“Bumble!”

You heard Natasha behind you—branches snapping, her boots pounding the dirt, her voice sharp with fear.

But you couldn’t stop.

The wolf pup whimpered and dug its little claws into your shirt tighter. It could feel it too—her. She was close. So close you could smell the scent of wild earth and warm fur in the air.

You pushed through one last thicket, your hair catching on twigs, your breath coming hard—

And then you stopped.

There, standing in a clearing bathed in pale moonlight, was her.

The wolf.

Massive, sleek, and silver-gray. Her fur shimmered with the same strange lilac hue you’d seen in the pup’s eyes. Her chest rose and fell slowly, but her eyes were locked on you—piercing, wary, and fierce.

You froze, slowly lowering yourself to all fours, letting the pup slip from your back and tumble gently onto the soft ground. The little thing scrambled up, took one shaky step, then another, and whimpered once.

That sound shattered the wolf’s stillness.

Her body shifted, her ears twitched, and then—

She bounded forward in two graceful leaps.

You barked—a short, sharp warning.

She stopped.

You could feel Natasha finally catch up behind you. She skidded to a halt, breathless, voice caught in her throat. “Bumble… don’t move,” she whispered.

But you weren’t scared.

You lowered your head, tail still, and gave a small yip. Not aggressive—just… asking.

The wolf huffed, muscles tense, but her gaze darted to the pup now wagging its tail and crying soft happy yips of its own. You yipped again. One low, one high.

Safe.

Found.

Yours.

The wolf blinked once.

Then her pup barked—tiny, high-pitched, and full of joy.

And the mother relaxed.

She stepped forward, brushing her snout gently over her pup, licking its ears and neck and nudging it close to her side. Her tail lifted and curled around it, protective, maternal, strong.

You stayed still, watching, every hair on your arms and neck standing straight.

And then she looked at you again.

Not with fear.

Not with threat.

But with something… older. Something like recognition.

She studied you—your ears, your tail, the silent language that passed between hybrid and beast. And for a long moment, it was just the two of you, breathing the same air under the same sky.

Then, without a sound, she turned.

The pup followed, still wobbly on its legs but glowing with purpose. Together they stalked back into the trees, fading into the night like ghosts.

“Daddy, that was so scary but so fun! I helped them!” you chirped, bounding ahead of her on all fours, tail wagging like crazy. Every few leaps you turned to look back at her, eyes wide with excitement, panting through your grin. The trees felt lighter now, the air crisp and proud in your lungs. You did something good—you helped.

But Natasha didn’t share your bounce.

“Do not ever do that again.” Her voice cut through your joy like a firm hand to the chest. You stopped mid-bound, landing in a crouch, ears flicking back at the tone. It was that training tone. The one she used when you chewed something you shouldn’t or got too mouthy.

She walked past you without stopping, not even looking down as she said it again, quieter this time but no less sharp, “Not ever again, Bumble.”

Your chest sank a little as you followed her, slower now. You weren’t in trouble—not really—but you knew that voice. It meant worried, even if she’d never admit it.

You crept closer, brushing against her thigh until she sighed and her hand dropped to your hair, fingers threading through it absentmindedly.

“Could’ve lost you,” she muttered. “I would've lost my mind. What would I have told Wanda?”

“M’sorry, Daddy…” you murmured, voice barely more than a breath, hoarse and small. “It was instinct to protect. Didn’t mean to worry…”

Natasha didn’t say anything right away. She sat down heavily on the log near the fire, the quiet pop of the flames the only sound between you. You curled up at her feet, your limbs folding in tight, ears tucked back, tail wrapping around yourself like a blanket.

The heat of the fire kissed your skin, low but steady, casting long shadows that danced gently across the clearing. You peeked up at her—her jaw was tight, hands braced on her knees, eyes locked on the embers like they held all the answers.

Then slowly, one hand left her knee and slid down, knuckles brushing your shoulder before settling in your hair. She didn't pet you. Just held you there. Grounded you.

“I know, Bumble…” she finally said, voice quieter than usual, rougher. “I know you didn’t mean to scare me.”

She ran her fingers through your hair once, twice.

“You did good,” she added after a moment. “But I need you to let me keep you safe too. That’s my job, yeah?”

You gave a soft whine and nodded, leaning your head against her leg, your nose tucked under her knee like you were trying to disappear into her.

“I’ll always come back, Daddy. Promise.”

“I know,” she said, and this time her hand moved with more purpose, stroking your head slowly. “Just… maybe let me talk to the wild animals next time, okay?”

Wanda and Natasha stepped into the black market pet shop, their presence commanding attention even in the dimly lit, grungy space. The smell of decay and neglect was overpowering, a stark contrast to the pristine pet stores they had previously visited. Wanda’s heart ached with each step, while Natasha’s expression remained stoic but vigilant.

A grumpy, terrible old man greeted them with a disdainful look. "What do you want?" he grumbled, clearly not impressed by their arrival.

"We're looking for a pet," Natasha replied curtly, her eyes scanning the room.

The man led them through the front section, showcasing various human pets—dogs, cats, bunnies, foxes—all of them displaying various levels of distress. Wanda's heart sank further with each cage they passed. None of these poor creatures seemed right. She shook her head at each option, her expression growing more resolute.

"These won't do," Natasha said firmly. "Show us the others."

The man hesitated, his eyes narrowing, but he ultimately complied, leading them to the back of the shop. This area was even more dismal, filled with the so-called rejects. The noise was nearly unbearable—constant barking, meowing, and occasional screams echoed off the grimy walls. The man banged on the cages, shouting for silence, but the noise continued unabated.

Wanda's eyes softened with empathy as they walked down the rows. These were the broken ones, the ones no one wanted. She had a special place in her heart for such creatures. Natasha stayed close, her posture protective, her eyes scanning every inch of the space.

Then they saw you. Curled up at the back of your cage, you were a small, fragile-looking thing, trying to stay warm under a feeble heat lamp. You didn’t make a sound, just lay there, as if trying to make yourself invisible.

“I want to see her,” Wanda said softly, her gaze fixed on your small form.

At the sound of her voice, your eyes snapped open. Fear and confusion filled your eyes as you looked at the two women and the man who had caused you so much pain. You cowered as they approached, your body trembling.

Wanda knelt down, her movements slow and deliberate, and held her hand out for you to sniff. You snapped at her, biting her hand out of fear. But she didn’t flinch, didn’t try to hit you. Instead, her eyes were filled with understanding and sadness. Your hard eyes softened slightly, confusion mixing with your fear.

The man reeled back, ready to strike you. Natasha's hand shot out, gripping his wrist tightly before he could lay a hand on you. Her voice was ice-cold and firm. "You want this one, Wands?"

“Yes,” Wanda replied without hesitation, her voice gentle yet determined.

"You do love broken things, dorogoya," Natasha said with a small, affectionate smile.

"We'll take this one," Wanda stated firmly, turning her gaze to the man. "And we'd appreciate you not hurting our property."

The man sneered, his face contorting with disdain. "You'll be bringing her back in a week. She bites. She's loud. She's a runner."

Natasha ignored his words, writing out a check with a flourish. "This should cover her," she said, shoving the check into his chest with a look of contempt.

Wanda carefully attached a leash to your collar, giving you a moment to adjust. You stretched out tentatively, muscles sore from confinement. The three of you headed to their car, a sleek vehicle that contrasted sharply with the grimy surroundings.

In the car, Wanda sat in the back seat with you, her presence a calming force. She let your head rest in her lap, her fingers gently stroking your hair. Her touch was soft, reassuring, and you felt a strange sense of safety begin to wash over you.

“You’re safe now,” she murmured, her voice a soothing melody. “We’re going to take good care of you. We’ll get you all the things you need.”

As you listened to her, a glimmer of hope sparked within you. Maybe, just maybe, these two women would be different. Maybe, this time, you had found a place where you could heal, where you could finally be safe and loved.

You weren't sure how long the drive to their house had been, but you noticed the air smelled fresher and cleaner than the pet shop you came from. Slowly, you sat up, surprising Wanda as you looked curiously out the window. Nothing looked familiar anymore. The scents, the sounds—all new and strange.

As the car approached a large house, you felt a twinge of familiarity. Most of your previous owners had been wealthy, with big houses and nice cars. This was no different. But something felt distinctly unique about this place, a sense of calm that you couldn't quite place.

Wanda gently held your leash as you stepped out of the car, your nose twitching as you sniffed around. The lawn smelled fresh, a welcome change from the dingy pet shop. Natasha had already gone inside, leaving you and Wanda outside. You found a spot to mark your territory, your instincts kicking in.

Once inside, you couldn't see Natasha. Her strong scent of flowers lingered, and Wanda’s scent of vanilla and strawberries comforted you. Wanda let you off the leash, allowing you to explore. She stayed close behind, her voice soft and soothing as she pointed out different rooms.

“This is the living room,” she said, gesturing to a cozy space with plush furniture. “And over here is the kitchen. You’ll like it there; it’s where we keep all the yummy treats.”

Your nose led you from room to room, each one filled with new and intriguing scents. Wanda’s gentle narration helped ease your nerves. You paused at a door that was closed, pawing at it and letting out a small whimper.

“Daddy’s in there working,” Wanda said, her tone understanding. “We need to leave her alone for now.”

You tilted your head, ears flopping slightly, and Wanda giggled at the sight. “Daddy’s working, but Mommy will keep playing with you, okay?”

Her words perked you up a bit. You continued your exploration, feeling more at ease with each step. The house was filled with warmth and comfort, a stark contrast to the cold, impersonal places you had been before.

You eventually found yourself back in the living room, where Wanda sat on the floor with you, offering you a soft, fluffy toy. “Here, sweetie, this is for you,” she said, her smile genuine and kind.

Tentatively, you took the toy, feeling a sense of security starting to build within you. Wanda’s presence was soothing, her gentle touches and kind words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this place, with these two caring women, could truly become your home.

As you settled into the living room, Wanda continued to speak in soothing tones, guiding you through this new and strange environment. You felt a growing sense of curiosity and a cautious optimism as you explored each nook and cranny. The scent of fresh flowers from Natasha still lingered faintly, but it was Wanda’s comforting presence that kept you grounded.

Wanda reached behind the couch and pulled out a large, plush dog bed. It was soft, with a warm, inviting fabric that looked incredibly comfortable. She placed it in a cozy corner of the living room, patting it gently to get your attention.

“Look, sweetheart,” Wanda said, her voice filled with excitement. “This is your bed. We wanted you to have a nice, big space just for you.”

You approached the bed cautiously, sniffing it thoroughly. The fabric felt soft under your paws, and the scent of fresh linen was a stark contrast to the filthy cages you had known. You circled the bed a couple of times, your instincts guiding you, before finally settling down on it. The plush surface cradled your tired body, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you felt a sense of comfort and safety.

Wanda sat beside you, her hand gently stroking your back. “Do you like it?” she asked, her voice a gentle murmur. “We wanted to make sure you have a cozy spot where you can rest and feel safe.”

Your eyes met hers, and you gave a small, tentative wag of your tail. Her kindness was unlike anything you had experienced before, and though you were still wary, there was a growing trust between you.

Just then, Natasha entered the living room, a small smile playing on her lips as she observed the scene. “Looks like she’s settling in well,” she remarked, her tone softening.

Wanda looked up at her with a warm smile. “Yes, she’s doing wonderfully. I think she likes her new bed.”

Natasha walked over and knelt down beside you, her hand joining Wanda’s in gently petting you. “You’re safe now,” she said softly. “We’re going to take good care of you.”

The combined presence of both women, their gentle touches and soothing voices, wrapped around you like a protective cocoon. The warmth of the dog bed, the softness of their hands, and the sincerity in their voices began to melt away the layers of fear and mistrust that had built up over time.

You laid your head down on the bed, your eyes growing heavy as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. The journey had been long and filled with uncertainty, but now, in this warm, safe home, surrounded by care and kindness, you felt the first true sense of peace you had ever known.

Natasha sat on the couch, leaning back and observing with a soft smile as Wanda continued to sit on the floor beside you, rubbing your back. "So, dorogoya, have you decided on a name for her?" Natasha asked her wife.

Your ears twitched slightly at the sound of her voice. You opened your eyes and lifted your head from the toy you were using as a pillow, curious about what they were discussing.

"I was thinking Bumble," Wanda said, her eyes twinkling with affection.

You perked up at the name, your ears standing at attention and your tail giving an enthusiastic wag. This made Wanda giggle, her laughter light and musical. "You like that? Bumble?" she asked, her voice pitched up slightly with excitement. Your tail wagged even more vigorously, and a small, happy noise escaped you.

"Okay, Bumble it is!" she announced with a smile.

Natasha chuckled, a deep, warm sound. "Well, Wands, Bumble needs a bath. Which you really should have done before letting her on her bed, but there's nothing to be done about that now."

Wanda looked at you fondly, her hand still gently stroking your back. "I'll give her one in a few minutes, okay? I just wanted her to be relaxed first," she spoke softly, her voice filled with understanding and care.

You felt a rush of warmth at their gentle banter and concern for you. As you lay there, you began to understand that this place was different. These people were different. They cared, not just for what you could be or how you could behave, but for you as you were.

After a few moments, Wanda stood up and stretched. "Alright, Bumble," she said, looking down at you with a smile. "Let's get you all cleaned up."

Natasha rose from the couch, offering her hand to Wanda. "I'll help you. It’ll be quicker and easier for both of us."

You followed them to the bathroom, your tail wagging at the prospect of their continued attention. The bathroom was spacious and well-lit, with a large tub that looked far more inviting than any you had seen before.

Natasha started filling the tub with warm water, adding a splash of something that smelled sweet and soothing. Wanda knelt beside you, gently removing your collar. "You're going to feel so much better after this, Bumble," she said softly, her hands still gentle and reassuring.

Together, they lifted you into the tub. The warm water enveloped you, washing away the grime and fear of your past. Wanda and Natasha worked in tandem, their movements careful and synchronized. Wanda lathered you up with a sweet-smelling soap, her touch gentle and comforting. Natasha rinsed you off, her strong hands steady and soothing.

Throughout the bath, they spoke to you in calming tones, their voices a steady murmur of reassurance. "You’re doing great, Bumble," Wanda said, her smile bright and encouraging. "Almost done," Natasha added, her voice low and soothing.

Finally, you were lifted out of the tub and wrapped in a large, fluffy towel. Wanda and Natasha dried you off, their hands moving briskly but gently, ensuring you were warm and dry.

As they finished, Wanda gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "There you go, Bumble. All clean and fresh."

Natasha nodded in approval. "Now you really do look like a part of the family."

Adjusting to your new life with Wanda and Natasha had been a challenge. You had been handed back more times than you could count, beaten, battered, broken, and subjected to unmentionable things by previous owners. Every new home started with a glimmer of hope that quickly faded into disappointment and fear. All owners seemed nice at first, but they always tired of you eventually. No one ever kept you more than a week. Your biting was a major issue, and you hadn't spoken in well over ten years. Your last owner had been particularly horrible, and you'd run away in desperation.

Now, as your first week with Wanda and Natasha passed, you found yourself left alone with Daddy more often. Natasha had taken your bed to her office which was a quiet and orderly space, filled with the scent of fresh flowers, a signature of hers. She did this so she could work while keeping an eye on you. So far, you had behaved yourself, but Natasha wasn't ready to let you wander the house unsupervised. You were always kept on a leash when outside to ensure you wouldn't run away. They knew you bit when scared and didn't want to risk you running off.

One afternoon, as you lay on your bed in Natasha's office, you heard the familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Your heart leaped with excitement, and you bolted for the office door, pawing at it frantically. The sudden noise startled Natasha.

"What is it, Bumble?" she asked, her voice concerned.

You whined and looked back at her, your eyes pleading. Natasha got up, opened the door, and followed you as you bolted toward the front door. She worried for a moment but soon saw the reason for your excitement as Wanda stepped through the door. You jumped on her, nuzzling into her with fervent affection. Wanda smiled, dropping everything she had bought to wrap her arms around you.

"Hi Bumble! Did you miss Mommy?" Wanda asked, her voice filled with joy.

You showered her with affection, licking her face and wagging your tail furiously. She set you down, and you immediately began nosing through the bags she had brought. One particular item caught your eye—a new bed!

"This is going in the bedroom, Bumble, so you can be close to Mommy and Daddy!" Wanda announced cheerfully.

As Wanda carried the new bed to the bedroom, Natasha watched with a smile, clearly touched by the bond forming between you and Wanda. Wanda gave Natasha a kiss as she passed by, making you feel the warmth of their affection.

You happily followed Wanda into the bedroom. She placed the new bed on her side, ensuring there was enough room for you without the risk of being accidentally stepped on. The bed was even bigger and fluffier than the one in the living room.

You sniffed at the bed, your tail wagging and a smile on your face. Curled up in the soft, inviting cushion, you looked up at Mommy with a sense of contentment you hadn't felt in a long time. Wanda knelt beside you, running her fingers through your hair.

"You like it, Bumble?" she asked softly.

You wagged your tail even harder, the joy evident in your eyes. Wanda's heart melted at the sight, her love for you growing with each passing moment. She leaned in and kissed the top of your head.

"We're so glad you're with us, Bumble," she whispered. "You're part of our family now, and we love you very much."

As you lay there, surrounded by the warmth and love of your new family, a flicker of hope ignited within you. Maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. Maybe this time, you had truly found your forever home.

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Wanda decided it was time to start a gentle training session with you. She gathered your favorite treats—small, savory bits that you had grown to love since your arrival. Wanda knew that training would not only help you adjust but also strengthen the bond between you.

In the living room, Wanda sat on the floor, treats in hand, her voice soft and encouraging. "Alright, Bumble, we're going to do some training today. It'll be fun, I promise."

You watched her with cautious curiosity, still a bit wary from your past experiences. Wanda's calm demeanor and the delicious scent of the treats in her hand, however, piqued your interest.

"Come here, Bumble," Wanda called gently, holding out a treat.

You approached her slowly, your nose twitching at the enticing smell. Wanda gave you a treat just for coming closer, a small reward to show that this was a positive experience.

"Good girl," she praised, her voice filled with warmth. "Now, let's try something simple. Sit, Bumble."

At first, you were unresponsive to the command. The word "sit" held no meaning for you, a foreign sound amidst the many you had heard before. You looked at Wanda, unsure of what she wanted.

Wanda remained patient, repeating the command gently and using her hand to guide you. She placed a treat just above your nose, slowly moving it over your head. Your instinct followed the movement, and as your head tilted back, your body naturally lowered into a sitting position.

"Good girl, Bumble!" Wanda exclaimed, immediately giving you the treat and showering you with praise. Her excitement was contagious, and you felt a flicker of pride.

They repeated the process several times. Each time you sat, Wanda's joy and the delicious treat reinforced the behavior. The word "sit" began to connect with the action and the reward. Your trust in Wanda grew with each successful attempt.

After a few more tries, you started to sit on command without needing much guidance. Wanda's face lit up with pride. "That's it, Bumble! You're doing so well!"

Natasha, who had been watching quietly from the doorway, smiled at the sight. She stepped into the room, her presence always reassuring. "Looks like you’ve made great progress, Bumble," she said, her voice full of praise.

Wanda looked at you, her eyes shining with affection. "You’re such a smart girl, Bumble. I knew you could do it."

You wagged your tail, the sense of accomplishment and the positive reinforcement making you feel secure and loved. This training session was more than just learning commands; it was a step towards healing, trust, and the bond you were building with Wanda and Natasha.

Wanda gave you one last treat and a gentle pat on the head. "That’s enough for today. You did amazing, Bumble. We’ll keep working together, and soon you'll know so many new things."

As you settled back into your cozy bed, you felt a deep sense of contentment. The kindness and patience shown by Wanda and Natasha made you believe that you were truly part of their family. And for the first time in a long while, you felt hopeful about the future.

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You lay on your bed, eyes following Wanda as she moved around the room. She pulled out clothes, getting herself dressed first before turning her attention to you. Your previous owners had never dressed you; all you had known was your collar. But Mommy and Daddy liked to dress you up in cute little outfits. At first, you found them rather itchy, but over the past few weeks, you had slowly warmed up to the idea.

Wanda approached you with a soft, comfortable outfit in her hands. She smiled as she knelt down, her fingers gently guiding you into the clothes. "There we go, Bumble. You look so adorable," she cooed, giving you a pat on the head.

You wagged your tail slightly, feeling a bit more at ease in the outfit. But then, Wanda picked up your leash, and your heart began to race. Whenever a leash was involved, it usually meant you were being taken back to the pet shop. Panic set in as Wanda clipped the leash to your collar.

Sensing your fear, Wanda knelt beside you, her hand soothingly stroking your hair. "It's okay, Bumble. We're just going out for a little bit," she reassured you.

Despite her comforting words, the sight of the leash triggered a deep-seated fear within you. You bolted, the leash slipping from Wanda's hand as you ran to hide. You found a small, dark corner of the house and huddled there, trembling.

Wanda's voice echoed through the house as she searched for you, her tone calm and reassuring. "Bumble, where are you, sweetie? It's okay, you're safe."

Eventually, she found you, crouching down to your level, her eyes filled with understanding and love. "Hey there, Bumble," she said softly, extending her hand but not trying to touch you just yet. "It's alright. We're not going anywhere scary. I promise."

You whimpered, the fear still gripping you tightly. Wanda stayed there, patient and kind, giving you the time you needed to calm down.

"We're just going to the pet store," she explained gently. "You can pick out a toy, something special just for you. Wouldn't that be nice?"

You felt the reassurance in her words and, for the first time in a very long while, an unexpected surge of confidence. Taking a deep breath, you managed to find your voice, hidden for over a decade. A very soft and hoarse sound emerged from your throat.

"Yes, Mommy," you whispered.

Wanda's eyes widened in surprise, tears welling up as she realized what had just happened. She gently cupped your face in her hands, her expression a mix of astonishment and overwhelming joy. "Oh, Bumble," she whispered back, her voice choked with emotion. "You spoke!"

Hearing your own voice felt strange yet comforting. Wanda's reaction made you feel safe, and the warmth in her eyes told you that this was a big step for both of you.

Natasha, having heard the exchange, appeared in the doorway with a look of awe. "Did she just...?" she trailed off, her eyes locking with Wanda's.

"Yes," Wanda confirmed, still cradling your face. "Our Bumble spoke."

Natasha approached slowly, her usual stern demeanor softened by the tears in her eyes. She knelt beside Wanda, reaching out to stroke your hair gently. "That's amazing, Bumble. We're so proud of you."

Feeling the love and encouragement from both women, you nuzzled into Wanda's hand. The fear that had gripped you moments before started to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of belonging.

"Let's go to the pet store," Wanda said softly, her voice filled with pride and affection. "You can pick out anything you want, Bumble."

The pet store was a whirlwind of new sights, sounds, and smells, but with Wanda and Natasha by your side, you felt braver than ever. As you explored the aisles, countless toys and treats caught your eye, but there was one thing that stood out above the rest.

There, at the end of an aisle, was one of the biggest stuffed bears you had ever seen. It was just as big as you, with soft, fluffy fur and a friendly face. Without hesitation, you nosed your way over to it and grasped it in your mouth, your tail wagging furiously.

Wanda chuckled when she saw your choice. "Are you sure that's the one you want, Bumble?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

You looked up at her, the giant bear clutched proudly in your mouth, and gave a little nod. Wanda shook her head with a smile. "I did say anything," she sighed, her voice full of affection.

Natasha laughed softly. "Well, if that's what she wants, then that's what she'll get."

You carried the enormous stuffed bear to the checkout, where the cashier gave an amused smile at the sight of you and your chosen toy. Once it was paid for, you proudly carried it out of the store and into the car, careful not to let it drag too much on the ground.

Back at the house, you eagerly carried the bear inside, its size making you stumble a little but never dampening your enthusiasm. Wanda and Natasha followed, watching you with warm smiles as you navigated the hallways with your new friend.

In the bedroom, you carefully laid the bear down next to your new bed, snuggling up to it immediately. The softness of the bear and the familiar scent of Wanda and Natasha made you feel incredibly safe and loved.

Wanda knelt down beside you, gently stroking your head. "I'm glad you like it, Bumble," she said softly. "You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Despite the abundance of chew toys scattered around the house, there was one thing that seemed to captivate you more than any stuffed animal or rubber bone: Wanda's hand. It had become your favorite, much to her amusement and Natasha's mild exasperation.

Wanda first noticed your fascination one evening when you were lying on the couch together. Absentmindedly, she reached over to pet you, and you gently took her fingers into your mouth, nibbling softly. She chuckled, finding it endearing. "Do you like Mommy's fingers Bumble?"

Natasha, sitting nearby and engrossed in a book, glanced up and shook her head with a smile. "Wanda, you're spoiling her again. We bought her all those toys for a reason."

"I know," Wanda replied, still smiling down at you. "But she seems to like this, and it's harmless."

Wanda's hand started to become a soothing presence for you, especially during moments when you felt anxious or overwhelmed. The gentle nibbling seemed to calm your nerves, and Wanda never minded. She would let you chew softly on her fingers while she whispered sweet words of reassurance. She thought it was better than the full on biting you used to do. These little nibbles weren't leaving her with holes in her hands.

One day, while both of them were working in their offices, you wandered in to find Wanda typing away at her desk. You sat beside her, looking up with those big, pleading eyes. She glanced down, instantly understanding what you wanted. With a soft sigh, she reached out her hand.

You took her fingers into your mouth, your gentle nibbling helping you relax. Wanda continued working, her free hand typing away while the other was occupied with you. Natasha walked in to discuss something and paused, shaking her head with a smirk when she saw the familiar sight.

"Really, Wands? Again?" Natasha teased.

Wanda shrugged with a laugh. "She likes it. And it keeps her calm. Besides, it's not like she's hurting me."

Natasha sighed, but her expression was fond as she looked at the two of you. "Well, as long as she's happy and not destroying the furniture, I suppose it's fine."

As time went on, Wanda's hand became your go-to comfort. Whenever you felt unsure or needed reassurance, you would find her and nuzzle her hand. She always responded with a gentle touch, allowing you to nibble and feel secure.

One particularly stressful day for both of your owners, they were working late into the night. The pressure from their client had them both on edge. You sensed their tension and felt the need to help in any way you could. Wandering into Wanda's office, you found her hunched over her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

You sat down beside her, nudging her leg with your nose. She glanced down, and her expression softened immediately. "Hey, Bumble. Having a rough day too?" She held out her hand, and you gently took it into your mouth, nibbling softly.

The simple act seemed to help both of you. Wanda's shoulders relaxed slightly as she felt your gentle presence. Natasha, passing by the door, paused and smiled at the sight.

"You know, Bumble, you're pretty good at this," Natasha said, leaning against the doorframe. "Maybe we should hire you as our official stress reliever."

Wanda chuckled, her hand still in your mouth. "I think she already is, Nat."

Your tail wags furiously as you stand at the back door, your brown and gray ears perked up in excitement. Natasha and Wanda have decided that today is the day you get to run off-leash in the backyard for the first time. The anticipation in the air makes you almost vibrate with eagerness.

"Ready, Bumble?" Wanda asks, her hand resting on the door handle. You bark softly, your body practically buzzing.

"Alright then," Natasha says with a smile. "Here we go.”

Wanda opens the door, and you shoot out like a bullet, your hands and feet pounding the grass as you dash across the yard. The sensation of freedom is exhilarating. You run in wide circles, your ears flapping and tail a blur of motion. You dart from one end of the yard to the other, sniffing every corner, and occasionally pause to dig at an interesting spot before taking off again.

Natasha watches from the pool, a relaxed smile on her face as she floats on a pool noodle. She keeps a watchful eye on you, ensuring your playful antics don't lead to trouble. Wanda stands near the patio, clapping her hands and cheering as you explore with boundless energy.

Your joy is infectious. You leap and bound, your athletic form a blur of brown and gray. You chase after butterflies, bark at birds, and roll in the grass, savoring the sheer pleasure of being free to move as you please. The backyard, with its lush greenery and wide-open space, feels like a vast playground just for you.

After a while, your pace begins to slow. You are panting heavily, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, but the happiness in your eyes is unmistakable. You make your way over to the pool, where Natasha has been keeping a close eye on you.

"Had enough fun for now, Bumble?" Natasha asks, reaching out to pat your head. Feeling just how warm you'd gotten from the summer sun at midday.

You give a happy bark, your tail wagging as you look at Natasha. With a final burst of energy, you leap into the pool, splashing water everywhere. Natasha laughs, moving aside to give you space as you paddle around, cooling off from your run. She doesn't stray too far as the pool gets deeper the further out you go.

Wanda walks over, chuckling at the sight of you swimming in the pool. "Looks like someone's discovered a new favorite spot," she says, leaning down to scratch you behind the ears.

You swim over to Natasha, who holds out her arms to help you out of the pool. As you climb out, shaking off the excess water, you lie down beside the pool, your head resting on Natasha's knee. “Good shake!” Natasha calls out. Wanda joins you, sitting on the edge of the pool and stroking your wet hair.

"You did great, Bumble," Wanda says softly, her voice filled with affection. "We’re so proud of you."

A few weeks after the welcoming party, Wanda and Natasha decided to arrange a playdate with Agatha and her bunny, Scratchy. You were excited but a bit nervous. Scratchy had been shy and quiet at the party, and you hoped to make a new friend.

Wanda prepped you for the playdate, giving you a quick brush and dressing you in a cute little outfit. Natasha chuckled as she watched Wanda fuss over you. "You're going to have a great time, Bumble. Just be yourself," Natasha said, giving you a reassuring pat. You nodded your head, tail wagging slightly.

When Agatha and Scratchy finally arrived, you felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. You were bouncing on your toes while Scratchy, a petite Holland lop bunny hybrid with soft lop ears and a twitching nose, she stood close to Agatha, her large eyes taking in her surroundings cautiously.

Wanda and Agatha greeted each other warmly, and soon the two of them were chatting away, leaving you and Scratchy to get acquainted.

You approached Scratchy slowly, giving her a friendly wag of your tail. She looked at you with wide eyes, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air. To break the ice, you grabbed one of your favorite toys—a soft, squeaky ball—and placed it in front of her. Scratchy hesitated for a moment before tentatively picking up the ball and giving it a gentle squeeze. The squeak made her jump slightly, but she quickly relaxed and even smiled a little.

The two of you started playing, taking turns with the ball and chasing each other around the yard. Scratchy's shyness began to melt away as she got more comfortable, and you found yourself enjoying her company. While you had your tail wags, Scratchy had these little thump jumps you later found out were called binkies.

Wanda, Natasha, and Agatha watched from a distance, their conversation occasionally punctuated with laughter as they saw you and Scratchy having fun. The bond you were forming felt natural and comforting.

After a while, you both needed a break and sat down on the grass, panting lightly from all the running around. Scratchy looked at you with a smile, and you wagged your tail happily in response.

As the playdate continued, you and Scratchy explored the yard, shared moments of quiet companionship, and even took a nap under the shade of a tree. You nuzzled into her, your cheeks brushing and little licks from each other as you settled in. The bond you were forming felt natural and comforting.

When it was time for Agatha and Scratchy to leave, you felt a twinge of sadness but also a sense of contentment. You had made a new friend, and you knew there would be more playdates in the future. Though you still bit onto Scratchy’s shirt with your teeth, pulling back and not wanting to let go as you whined at your Mommy. She coerced you with treats to let go, but Scratchy still gave you many licks which you reciprocated.

Wanda and Natasha both praised you for being such a good host, and Wanda gave you a big hug. "You did great today, Bumble," she said, her voice full of pride.

Natasha nodded in agreement. "Looks like you and Scratchy are going to be good friends."

The day had arrived for your first vet check-up since being adopted by Wanda and Natasha. They had made the appointment with the best vet in town, determined to ensure you were healthy and well-cared for. The trip to the vet's office was filled with soothing words and gentle pets, but despite their efforts, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your stomach.

As you entered the clinic, the sterile smell and unfamiliar sounds heightened your anxiety. Wanda held your leash, offering reassuring words, while Natasha stood close by, her presence a steadying force. You tried to focus on their voices, but the environment brought back memories of harsh treatment and fear.

Once in the examination room, the vet, a kind-looking woman named Dr. Parker, greeted you warmly. "Hello there, Bumble. Let's see how you're doing today."

The examination started smoothly enough. Wanda kept a hand on your back, her touch grounding you. But as Dr. Parker began to examine your teeth, the flashbacks hit hard. The cold touch of instruments, the unfamiliar hands, it all became too much. Panic surged through you, and without thinking, you snapped, your teeth catching Wanda's hand.

Wanda winced but didn't pull away immediately. Natasha quickly stepped in, her voice firm yet calm. "Bumble, it's okay. We're here. You're safe."

Dr. Parker stepped back, concern evident on her face. "I'm sorry, but this level of aggression is concerning. Is this a common behavior for her?"

Natasha straightened, her protective instincts flaring. "No, it's not. She's had a rough past. Bad owners who didn't treat her well. She isn't a bad pet. She's had a bad life until us."

Wanda, cradling her hand, nodded in agreement. "She's still learning to trust, to feel safe. Please understand, she's not aggressive by nature."

Dr. Parker's expression softened as she listened. "I understand. Trauma can have lasting effects. We'll take things slow and try to make this as comfortable as possible for her."

Wanda gently stroked your back, her touch soothing your frayed nerves. "Bumble, it's okay. We're right here with you."

With a more cautious approach, Dr. Parker resumed the exam, keeping her movements slow and deliberate. Natasha stayed close, her calm presence a constant reassurance. Wanda continued to speak softly to you, her voice a comforting melody.

As the exam progressed, you began to relax slightly. The familiar touches and voices of your owners helped ground you, and you focused on their presence rather than the fear that had gripped you.

Once the exam was finally over, Dr. Peterson spoke gently. "Bumble is in good health, all things considered. With time and patience, I believe she'll continue to improve. Just keep providing her with the love and stability she needs."

Wanda and Natasha thanked the vet, their gratitude evident. As you left the clinic, they both showered you with praise and affection, reassuring you that you had done well despite the scare.

In the car ride home, you nestled close to Wanda, feeling the warmth of her body and the safety of her presence. Natasha reached back to stroke your head, her touch a reminder that you were loved and protected.

"You did great, Bumble," Wanda whispered, her voice filled with love. "We're so proud of you."