Gone But Not Forgotten
Summary: Bucky struggles with the loss of a furry friend. He finds somewhere he can go to cope with his sorrows where he meets others going through the same thing.
Written for: @buckybarnesbingo
Words: 1383
Square Filled: K4- Support Group
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Loss of a pet, some angst
When Bucky moved into his place, he made friends with a neighbour who had an old cat. The neighbour explained that their children had gotten the cat when he was just a kitten and now they were all grown up and nobody wanted him and the poor thing hardly got any attention. The neighbour was also too busy to take care of the tabby so Bucky started feeding him. That was how Bucky ended up taking in old Tiger. The cat lived with Bucky for many years until finally at aged 21, Tiger crossed over the rainbow bridge. He was napping peacefully in the sun when he went. When Bucky informed the neighbour of Tiger’s passing, they were sad but it was nowhere near the crushing blow he felt. In the few short years Bucky had known Tiger, well, he just felt like the cat was his own. Tiger would sit on Bucky’s lap and purr as he would watch tv. Bucky also made sure he was well taken care of, eating the right diet, brushing his fur when it became matted and keeping him out of the extreme weather. Bucky handled the cat’s burial himself. The neighbour was grateful Tiger had someone so kind and caring when they could no longer care for him. Bucky made Tiger’s final years comfortable.
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Tiger’s loss was really hitting Bucky hard. He had seen many losses over the years and with how slow and weak the cat had been getting lately, he’d been expecting it but it was still a shock. He was just glad it had been a peaceful passing. Bucky was out on a walk when he passed a bulletin board. One note in particular caught his eye.
‘Are you mourning the loss of a treasured companion? Come see us. We’ll handle your grief with care because we understand that while your pet may be small, your loss is great.’
While Tiger may not have officially been Bucky’s pet, he still felt like he was so it couldn’t hurt to go, right?
…
The vet had recommended coming to this place. You had just come from there after having to make the unenviable decision of having to put down your dog. He had been bitten by a tick in a hidden place which meant you didn’t catch it in time. The poor thing was in agony and while the vet could prolong his life, it wouldn’t have been a very good outcome. After it was over and you had made arrangements for his remains, you came here. You had just moved to town so all your family were back home and you hadn’t made that many friends yet. There was no one close to comfort you. You just felt numb as you took an empty seat. It all had happened so fast, you barely had time to process it. After a while, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see someone offering you a sad, kind smile. That’s when the dam broke and all those emotions you had been holding back overflowed and you burst into tears. Before you knew it, someone was hugging you, someone else brought over a box of tissues.
“I… I’m sorry f-for making a scene,” you sobbed. “I j-just h-ad to put… to put…”
You shook as a new wave of tears washed over you.
“It’s alright. That’s why we’re here,” one of the people reassured you.
“Did Dr. Ben send you?” one of the others asked.
You nodded, clinging onto the person hugging you in a need to feel something warm and solid.
“He’s really good, isn’t he? He recommended this place when I had to put down my Mitsy… It’s been a week now but I still miss her very much. Take all the time you need,” the woman gently explained.
You continued holding onto the stranger until your sobbing had subsided, feeling embarrassed when you saw the dark patch on his shirt you had made with your tears.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologised.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry about your loss,” he replied.
You blew your nose and cleaned up your face a little as the man got you a cup of water and a snack.
“Thank you,” you sniffled.
“You’re welcome. I’m Bucky, by the way.”
You introduced yourself as you sipped the water.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky asked.
“I just… it all happened so quickly. He seemed fine last night but this morning he couldn’t move his back legs and he was whimpering in pain… The vet gave me all my options but I… I had to do what was best for Bob…”
“Bob?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.
You smiled a little. People always questioned the human sounding name.
“My boy Bob. Robert if he was naughty…”
You told Bucky all about Bob, the years you spent together, colourful anecdotes and showed him pictures. He smiled warmly and listened to your every word.
“What about you, Bucky? What brings you here?” you asked after a while.
“A few years ago, my neighbour gave up their cat. I guess he technically adopted me as his human but I took care of him for a couple of years… Yesterday Tiger was napping in his usual spot and he… he didn’t wake up…”
There was a deep sorrow behind his steel blue eyes. You gently held his hand.
“I’m so sorry…”
“You know, I just question if I even have a right to be here. Tiger technically wasn’t my cat…”
“But he was. You gave him a loving home and he would have felt at peace with you…” you guaranteed him.
“I guess you’re right…”
You continued chatting with Bucky until you had to pack up for the next group to come in. The both of you exchanged numbers, knowing how hard it was to go back to an empty house.
…
Over the next week, you went to the pet grief support group every day. You listened to people share their stories of their beloved pets and sometimes cried with them. Bucky was also there to offer his support too. By the end of the week, Bucky asked you out to lunch which you accepted. At first you talked about the animals you lost but as time went past, you discussed other things. Bucky admired your kind heart and you enjoyed his company. It wasn’t long before the pair of you started dating.
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One afternoon, you were taking a walk in the park when Bucky spotted something small and white hiding under a bush. Getting down on his knees, he saw a tiny kitten. It let out the smallest, most pathetic mew and hissed at him when he tried to grab it. It had to be the cutest thing Bucky ever saw.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ll keep you safe,” he cooed, bringing it to his chest and cradling it in his arms. “Poor thing. She’s trembling…”
“We should take her to Dr. Ben,” you suggested.
Bucky nodded and the pair of you headed to the vet.
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After the vet had given the kitten the all clear, Bucky decided to officially adopt little Alpine. He still missed Tiger and you missed Bob but the tiny feline was doing her very best to fill that void. When you both came to the support group, all you were looking for was solace, never intending to find love. There may come a time when you would have to say goodbye to Alpine but while you both had her, you were going to love her as much as possible until then. Animals can bring out the very best in people, even if it’s not always in the ways we think. If it wasn’t for Bob and Tiger, you and Bucky may never have met. Your meeting may have not been a happy one but the grief support group brought the two of you together.
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Patreon Reward: A Pure Support Group, Chapter 1: Blake And Coco
There are many support groups in Beacon-after all, with the Hunter Lifestyle, you need them! But there is a very special one that only meets in the dead of night, where certain people won't try to sit in.
This is where the tales of Joan Arc are told, by the students whom she has affected.
Despite the fact that Beacon was a school for Huntresses and Huntsmen in training, and everything primarily focused upon that particular goal, there were clubs that students could join for relaxation during off periods and days, since it was necessary for anyone, civilian or not, to have ways to mentally relax. It was even more important for Huntsmen in Training, because if they weren’t of sound mind, they would easily fall as prey to the Grimm, or the bleakness of their careers could send them into a depressive spiral and their own demons would consume them.
To help counter this, there were also support groups for the students. From ones that dealt with victims of depression, to those who were dealing with feelings of isolation, to those who were victims of bullying or other abuses, Beacon had them all.
But, there was one support group that only a select group that was more…mysterious than the others. There were certain rules and regulations that were required to join.
Rule One: First Rule of FABJA is, you do not talk about FABJA.
Rule Two: Second Rule of FABJA is, you do not talk about FABJA!
Rule Three: The potential members must be futa. No males allowed.
Rule Four: The meetings would only take place a few times a month, in different locales every time. To ensure people who needed to come didn’t miss their chance, every member would be texted when the next meeting place was chosen.
Rule Five: The meetings would only take place late at night, long after curfew. To ensure that this didn’t cause problems for class schedules, meetings only took place on either weekends or holidays.
Rule Six: No matter what rivalries members have outside of the Support Group, they had no place within it. All were equal here. All jealousy was also left at the door.
Rule Seven: Under no circumstances, were they to even let a whisper of the support group be heard by Joan Arc.
Why these rules, and why make sure that Joan Arc didn’t know about what this support group in particular, when she was well known to go to all of them at least once monthly, bringing baked goods or just offering support?
It was because this specific support group dealt with her specifically. Not in a bad way, as every member would attest that Joan was the sweetest, kindest person at Beacon…
…but…well, the subject matters of the meetings were things that the members would very much appreciate Joan never finding out.
What type of Support Group was this? A special one, aptly named “Futas Affected By Joan Arc”, or FABJA when they needed to speak of the group in public or around others.
Tonight happened to be another meeting between several members of FABJA, and as the day waned on, those who needed to speak tonight started getting more and more antsy. Two in particular were more eager to speak than the others, needing to vent over what had happened.
Late That Night…
One by one, sometimes in pairs, members of FABJA filtered into the room that had been chosen for their meeting place that night, Glynda Goodwitch’s Combat Class classroom. There were some absences this month, but plenty had still arrived for this meeting.
They were all in their night clothes, but that was par tthe course of those who attended these late night meetings. Why be in day dress when it was so late and when they left they would immediately be going back to bed?
One by one, the members of the support group sat in the arena, on cushions, water and fruit by each spot for refreshments.
One by one, members sat down. Cinder Fall. Emerald Sustrai. May Zedong, Arslan Altan. Reese Chloris. Ciel Soliel. Ruby Rose. Weiss Schnee. Blake Belladonna. Pyrrha Nikos. Velvet Scarlatina. Neon Katt. Coco Adel. All of them took seats in the circle and were silently waiting for what was to come.
“Good evening everyone, and thank you for coming to another meeting of Futa’s Affected By Joan Arc.” Pyrrha, as Support Group president, spoke up. “I know we have all had a long month since our last meet up, and we all likely have stories we need to share, but there are two of us that need to go first.” the redhead nodded to both Blake and Coco, who both flushed as they were put on the spot, both looking away, although both of their sleep clothes tented outwards as they obviously recounted what had happened to both of them.
“Which of you would like to go first? Blake? Coco?” Pyrrha offered, looking between the two, knowing that both of them had very intense stories of the incidents that had happened to them. She glanced to the side, seeing the towels that she had brought in case someone came…again.
Sighing, her bow twitching, Blake began to speak, keeping her eyes on her lap. “My…my experience…took place in Port’s class, so in case you’re wondering, that might be why its not well heard.” she looked up to see them all nodding, giving her looks of empathy, something that was surprising from Cinder and Emerald, among others. But even they adhered to the rules while in the Support Group. What was said here, stayed here.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Blake began to talk, recounting her experience.
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Blake fought to stay awake while in Port’s drier-than-the-Vacuoan-Desert class, his speech about something or other that he did when he was younger (how many years ago was that now?) had already gotten most of the class under his thrall, leaving very few awake. Among those were herself (miraculously, and pretty much only through her book being open before her), Weiss, Pyrrha, and Joan.
Glancing up from her book, golden eyes peeked over at the sunflower blonde, her blue eyes staring forward with rapt attention, even though the subject matter was the most boring thing she could ever remember hearing about. She was honestly jealous; she couldn’t bear to listen for fear of falling asleep, much less take notes as vividly as she was doing.
Glancing down, she found herself swallowing hard as she saw Joan’s large bust bouncing and swaying slightly as she moved her hand across the paper, making her penis twitch in her tight pants.
Forcing her eyes quickly away, she turned her attention to her book, hoping that Ninja’s of Love would help distract her.
It would, but unfortunately, not in the way that she wanted, as she had reached a steamier scene: a scene of sexual interrogation between Brehanna, leader of the Aquaharian Empire Royal Guard, and Jeronha, the buxom leader of the Aquaharian Resistance.
Currently, Jeronha was stripped naked and bound up tight with ropes, her large breasts bound and her arms and legs tied together behind her back, forcing her spine to arch, making her bust bulge forwards, the large mounds capped with fat nipples pointing directly forwards, the dusky tan of them standing out starkly against the milky skin.
“Are you willing to talk, Jeronha?” Brehanna asked, her voice a soft husk as she gently crouched before her bound adversary, smiling indulgently. “We don’t have to be enemies, you know~” her voice was sultry purr, dripping with promise.
The buxom blonde was blushing fiercely, though she stared defiantly, irregardless of her nudity. “And betray my cause? My people!?” her face, beautiful as it was, was pulled into a rictus of disdain as she glowered at her. Which honestly would have been more intimidating had she not been naked.
But Brehanna was undeterred, laying her hands on the curvy woman’s shapely hips, her thumbs rubbing the pronounced bone of her hips, before sliding her hands up her curvy body and moving towards her breasts.
“If you give in, I assure you, we will fold the resistance back into our people…no more blood has to be spilled~” Brehanna’s voice was soft and seductive, even as her hands neared the massive breasts that captured her attention. “But…I suppose some time between us can help you realize the benefits of joining back up with us…”
And so it began, Blake teasing Joan’s breasts, playing with fingers, feathers, brushes, pulling and ‘milking’ her teats, acting as though she was drawing milk from the massive mounds as she toyed.
“Joan~” Blake cooed, cupping the sinfully large breasts, staring at the blonde who was flushed with arousal, her core and thighs glistening with dew as she trembled with repressed emotion. “Just give in, my dear~” she purred, fingers working to begin flicking the fat, swollen nipples of her prisoner back and forth, up and down, side to side, making the bound woman mewl in pleasure as she strained within her restraints.
Blake switched her tactics up, bouncing the heavy mounds in her palms as she watched the blonde’s face go from pleasured, to hiding it, to pleasured again. “Welll~” Blake drew out the word, pressing her rival’s fat tits together until her nipples touched and poked together. “I suppose I’ll have to make my point another way~” she purred, her ears twitching as she leaned down, opening her mouth and capturing the fat nubs in her mouth-
RRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!
Blake jerked out of her fantasy as the bell rang, slamming her book shut in a panic as she looked around wildly, hoping that no one saw her fantasizing…or the strained bulge in her skirt underneath the table.
Realizing just how hard she was, Blake knew she couldn’t get up, otherwise…well, she’d want to hide in her bed for the rest of her time in Beacon to try and get over the shame.
“Come on, Blakey! Let’s go to lunch! Need to get energy after that stamina drain…” Yang said, yawning loud enough her jaw popped, having been woken by the ring. Blake shrugged her partner’s hand off. She couldn’t let her parnter drag her out looking like this! The puns…she shuddered from the thought alone.
“I’ll be right along, Yang. I have something I need to do first!” she knew that she must look strange, due to the look that her partner gave her, but thankfully, Yang let it go and she nodded, before walking away, eager to be free from the classroom of hell, leaving Blake thankfully alone, and able to focus on just allowing her cock to calm from that intense fantasy she had involving her and Joan roleplaying as characters from her volume of Ninjas Of Love.
She really had to avoid thinking about the beautiful blonde for a while though, how turned on she made faunus wasn’t healthy!
“Blake? Are you okay?” golden eyes popped open and her head jerked in shock as she saw Joan standing next to her, looking at her worriedly. “You’re flushed. Do you have a fever?” Blake swallowed hard in pure horror as Joan leaned forwards, her hand stretched out, before she yelped and fell.
Blake watched in horror as in almost slow motion, Joan fell down, chest first, directly onto her lap. Her eyes rolled up and a silent breath of sorrow escaped her mouth, before-
Pleasure.
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“...I don’t remember what happened after that, I just know I woke up in Nurse Mercy’s office.” Blake said, her face flaming red, her sleeping kimono tented as she remembered that wonderful deep pleasure that had filled her.
Velvet blushed darkly, her rabbit ears twitching madly. “...Joan carried you. Bridal. It was cute.” she said, making the feline faunus’s eyes go wide, before she groaned and buried her face in her hands, her humiliation complete.
Pyrrha coughed into her hand, a pinkness to her cheeks as she imagined the scenario, only with herself in Blake’s place as was lovingly carried off. “W-Well, that’s Blake’s story, now, Coco also has a tale to tell, don’t you?” she asked, looking at the beret wearing fashionista.
Coco huffed slightly as she settled into her spot, all eyes turning to her. While she normally loved it, thrived on it even, in this situation, it made this all the more embarrassing…but she would persevere.
“My interaction with Joan takes place in Vale…I was at one of the little boutiques there…”
~
Coco hummed to herself as she perused the racks, her eyes going over the hanging clothes with a critical eye. They were of great quality, that was for sure, but nothing screamed out at her, “This is me!”, leaving her to ponder whether she should leave and come back another day.
However, she was pulled from her thoughts as the door jingled, making her look up, her eyebrow quirking when Joan Arc, one of the few she wouldn’t expect to ever enter an establishment such as this, entered, looking a bit flustered.
“Hello? Sarah? It’s Joan!” her other eyebrow rose to join its sibling as she heard Joan use the familiar address for the woman even she, a long time and very frequent buyer from Indigo’s Intimates, wasn’t allowed to do. That screamed juicy details. And also a potential opprotunity for a discount if she played her cards right~
“Oh, hello, Joan dear! How are you?” Coco’s mouth nearly dropped (she was spared that ignobility due to the fact that she had developed quite the poker face over her previous year at Beacon) as she heard the woman being friendly with Joan (granted, that wasn’t too much of a shock, the blonde was practically sunshine incarnate) when she was stoic at best with anyone else.
“I’m doing well, thank you! How is your daughter? Is she engaged yet?” the blonde entered and moved past her (she was hidden somewhat by the tall racks, so it could be forgiven) and embraced the older woman like family.
“Oh yes, the young man finally popped the question a few weeks ago!” Joan ‘squeed’ and clapped her hands excitedly, making the woman smile indulgently, patting her on the shoulder. “Now, I know you’re probably here to check on your order…yes dear, its ready. Let’s go and see if it fits you correctly.”
Coco watched as the store owner guided Joan by the shoulder to the back fitting room, the Custom Fitting room, a room she had yet to be in due to the cost of a custom made Indigo brand clothing item, the pair vanishing behind the curtain.
Coco stared at the curtain with laser focus and precision, her ears hearing faint shuffling and the voices of both Joan and Miss Indigo as they spoke to one another.
“...material did you use?” Joan’s voice, faint and barely heard, was just audible to Coco’s ears. That left Coco wondering, too. A lot of materials could be used, but they differed for whatever garment that was being made.
“Taking into account your measurements, I kept it light, but strong. Mistralian Silk mixed with lace from Vale, an easy clasping hook from Vacuo, ice dust treated cup linings to keep you cool, and elastic from Menagerie to ensure that it will flex and move with your body rather than be too stiff or chafe. I know you’re sensitive, Joan dear.”
Coco’s breath hitched and cock twitched, knowing that she meant a bra from the description, and the expense was something incredible. It had materials from all four kingdoms and menagerie! That bra alone probably cost more than her entire current wardrobe!
“...thanks…its really embarrassing to keep having to get new bras because of my boobs are too big and sensitive…” Joan sounded incredibly embarrassed, and Coco heard the soft chuckle of the older woman.
“Maybe so, but when you get yourself a lover, you’ll find a new appreciation for them~” the older woman cackled as Joan squeaked loudly. “Now, enough of that, dear. Try it on properly and we can see if adjustments need to be made.”
Coco watched intently, her cock throbbing as she heard more prominent shuffling, her mind easily conjuring up the images of the busty Arc unclipping her bra, letting those massive breasts that everyone had been trying their hardest to see during the months that she had been at Beacon.
How big were they actually? How large were her nipples? What color were they? She swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth as she imagined seeing the girl topless. She knew that Velvet was crushing on her hard, but hey, there was no harm in admiring…and maybe they could swing a threesome, right?
She was pulled from her thoughts upon hearing a noise of elation. “It fits perfectly! I can even turn and twist and it doesn’t cut into my boobs or dig into my back! Its wonderful!” the joyous tone in Joan’s voice actually made Coco pause, before she redoubled her stare, intent on seeing what she looked like.
And she got what she wished for.
With a quick swipe, the curtain moved back, revealing Joan, naked from the waist up bar the bra she was wearing. And it was a masterpiece of crimson with bronze accents. It hugged her impossibly large breasts, raising them up into a nice shelf of flesh that were beautifully cased. Her nipples were fully covered (sadly, meaning that those mysteries would need to be solved another day) and the skin of her breasts was completely unblemished.
“That’s good, dear! I still have more material, would you like some others made?” Miss Indigo asked as she made her way out of the dressing room.
Then, Joan followed. The first step started the chain reaction, the massive mounds wobbling and bouncing lewdly, almost impossibly for something so perky.
A chain reaction started in Coco too, making her groan as her balls suddenly ejected everything within them, staining her pants embarrassingly.
A startled squeal and furious sound filled her ears, letting her know she had been found.
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Coco sighed, tugging her beret down to hide her eyes. “And that’s what happened. I’m now banned from the boutique, and other stores look at me suspiciously when I enter…” she grumbled.
Pyrrha coughed into her hand again as all of them shifted, each imagining Joan in the bra that was described. She did as well, since crimson and bronze were her colors. Maybe Joan was saying something?
She shook her head. “Thank you, Coco, for your story. It looks like the meeting time is up for the night, I will text you all about our next meeting time and place soon. Stay strong, everyone.”
One by one, every member of the group rose from their seats and made their way out towards their dorms, pitching tents all the way back.
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