>”Is that... an engagement ring?”
>A voice whispers to another
>”No way, she’d never marry someone”
>”But look at it, it looks so genuine”
>The gossiping ladies continue to whisper to one another as they watch the target of their gaze working out all by herself on the bench press
>Not just the gossiping girls, however, the entire gym stared at the Rottweiler from the corner of their eyes as they worked out
>Any bewildered expressions they had were safely displayed mentally
>No one is stupid to be caught giving her a funny look unless they wanna get added to her shit list
>Ursula has never shown any interest in relationships in the past, not that they have witnessed at least
>All they see her do, nearly every day, is work out at the gym, always by herself
>Chat is short and to the point with her
>Wanna shoot the shit? Too bad, she isn’t interested, unless you have something of actual value to tell her, she’ll ignore you, politely tell you to leave, and if you don’t, threaten you to leave 
>And after she’s done, she leaves for her job as security for a multimillionaire corporation’s branch building or some shit
>Standing guard in front of the building in a black suit and stereotypical sunglasses, stoic as ever, and still as a statue
>Yet all of a sudden she appears with an engagement ring, and acts like nothing happened
>Who the hell just swept her like that?
>Who the hell has the courage to approach her and unironically ask her hand in marriage?
>Especially considering how short tempered she is?
>Whoever this is, kudos for taming this wild beast
>Some of the patrons remember the time she sent a poor soul to the hospital for daring to flirt, and by her own words, annoy her during her work out, and not take the multiple hints
>As in, directly being told
>That she wasn’t interested
>He never returned to the gym since
>And despite being physically assaulted, the guy dared not to sue her in fear that she’d come after him and finish the job
>Knowing Ursula, they’re quite sure she would
>She’s definitely one that runs out of patience with people real quick despite her apparent stoic nature
 >After that debacle some people started assuming she just wasn’t into guys at all, and was instead into girls
>As they have observed that anyone from the same gender had an easier time interacting with her 
>Men were usually ignored and asked to leave unless it was important
>While women would be given the chance to speak their mind, and she’d even assist them with working out if asked politely
>Now they wonder who this supposed gal is
>Looking at how built Ursula is, with her defined muscles and stocky build
>Only an even bigger monster could tame that monster of a dog
>Shivers run down the collective spines of every gym member at the same time
>Making Ursula stop what she was doing for a moment, raising her head to look at all the patrons who stopped out of nowhere in terrifying synchronization with lifted brow, before returning to her reps
>The back of their minds tell them they should never meet such demon else they wanna lose their lives
>But their curiosity is far too great and overpowers any common sense they have
>Not overpowering enough to straight up ask
>But overpowering enough to actually want to speak with this person if she ever shows up
>And suddenly Ursula stops her reps
>They watch as the Rottweiler puts the barbell back on the rack and sits up on the bench, with her toned legs concealed by her tightly fit compression shorts spread out on each side of it
>Deep, breaths makes her decently sized chest rise and fall from beneath her sports bra
>And it makes some of the men into buff women instantly jealous of whoever scored the dog girl
>Ursula then reaches for something within her shorts
>Only for her eyes to widen a bit, and her lips to scowl a little as she starts patting herself
>Legs and bust, even going as far as to stick her hand right inside her cleavage
>And whatever she’s looking for she still didn’t find it, if the deepening scowl is anything to go by
>Taking her bag right beside her, she fishes around for this mysterious object, and comes out emptyhanded again
>Even letting out an aggravated huff
>Knuckles now resting on her hips and a face that screams annoyance, she looks at the rest of the gym members before setting her eyes on the closest one to her
>A horse girl running on a treadmill
>Said horse girl immediately sets her eyes straight forward, hoping that Ursula did not catch her staring at the engagement ring
>”Hey, you”
>She calls out, nearly making the horse girl jump out of her skin
>”Y-yes?”
>She stutters, sweat building up at an alarming rate as she turns her head to face the terrifying Rottweiler
>Despite the clear height difference, the equine can’t help but feel intimidated
>”Give me your cell phone”
>”I- whAAAAAH-“
>The mare’s sudden stop on the still moving treadmill at the weird request sends her hooves back, and her face straight into the machine, before it slides her off onto the floor
>”Owie”
>She sits up, knees touching; forelegs spread up and butt touching the floor, displaying how limber the girl is, as she rubs her reddened snout
>”It wasn’t a request”
>For the second time the equine’s skeleton almost escapes out of her mouth
>She looks up to see the Rottweiler towering her sitting form 
>”Give me your phone”
>She orders
>Not wanting to face the wrath of the dog whose fists could probably punch holes through titanium, the horse girl quickly complies
>”Y-yeah, sure, h-here you go”
>She reaches for her cellphone strapped to her bicep and offers it to Ursula, flinching back when the dog snatches the phone out of her hand and treks back to the bench press
>She dials a number on the phone and puts it by her ear
>”It’s me Ursula”
>…
>Did…
>Did her voice just go softer?
>”I forgot my phone, I’m wondering if you could bring it to me, please”
>And she sounds apologetic, what?
>”Yes, I’m still at the gym”
>…
>”Thanks, bye bye”
>And she finishes by blowing cute little kisses onto the receiving end of the smart phone, shocking everyone in the gym
>And oh shit oh fuck, they couldn’t believe their god damn luck and lack thereof 
>They’re actually gonna get to see the bitch who tamed the bitch
>And possibly die right after
>The horse girl is so shocked she doesn’t even react when Ursula throws the phone back at her
>Only noticing something when the device hits her on her already hurting snout
>”Ow!”
>She rubs her nose again, sending the Rottweiler a little annoyed glare that quickly turned into glaring at the ground when Ursula came into eye contact
>After that, the canine quickly falls back into her routine, picking the barbell from the rack and starting a set of squats
>Unbeknownst to her, while she focused on her exercise, the atmosphere inside the gym grew eerie and tense
>Now every single person in there waited with bated breaths for Ursula’s bride to show up
>Every second a minute
>And every minute an eternity
>More and more they grew anxious, the curiosity killing them from the inside
>Finally, something happened after a fifteen minutes wait
>A human guy, small and skinny, wearing glasses entered from the front door
>He was the text book definition of average looking, with his fair skin and slicked back brown hair
>White dress shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes complete the look
>With the glasses giving him a nerdy flair
>Around his shoulders and untied tie and on his forearm a black suit jacket
>Immediately his presence was ignored by nearly everyone
>That guy, who before they started ignoring looked like he was searching for someone wasn’t the person they were waiting for
>So why should they bother watching him?
>At best he probably wants to sign up and bulk up to impress a girl or some shit
>Seems like they’ll have to wait more than expected to see this mysterious bride
>Better to at least focus on working out until she appears
>Maybe that way they’ll keep their minds a little bit entertained and not die of anxiousness
>”Ursula?”
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>”Over here”
>All heads, no eyes this time, turn to the man they were ignoring to see him making a bee line straight to Ursula
>The big Rottweiler puts the barbell down when he approaches
>He takes a phone from one of his pockets and hands it to her
>”You know? You gotta stop forgetting your phone”
>He says with a small smile
>”I’m beginning to think you’re doing this on purpose so we can meet up when we’re busy”
>And gives her a wink
>Ursula gives him a bashful, shy smile, angling her head a bit down
>No fucking way
>She takes her smartphone, brushing her fingers over his hands and keeping it there as the two stare at each other 
>”Thanks darling”
>She smiles lovingly
>Darling?!
>He reaches up and cups the sides of her face, before giving her a smooch on the nose, to which she responds with a lick on his own
>”Everything for my sweetie”
>SWEETIE?!
>He continues to hold her face close to his, touching foreheads
>”You don’t need to make excuses though, if you want to spend more time, just tell me, okay?”
>She closes her eyes, taking in the feeling of his touch, nodding slowly
>”Uhum, but this time I forget to bring it”
>She leans her face further into his digits
>”I see, let’s just hope this doesn’t happen often. I’d hate if something happened and I couldn’t contact you”
>A small whine escapes her though
>Realizing his warning came off sounding slightly like scolding, the man quickly resolved to fix that 
>”Shhhhh, I’m not mad dear, mistakes happen”
>He gently caresses her muzzle, foreheads still touching
>”Remember that day I woke up so tired I fell asleep in the bathroom and got us both late for work?”
>He chuckles at the embarrassing memory, before smiling genuinely at the whimsical sound of Ursula’s giggles accompanying the shaking motions of her body
>”I do, and I still can’t believe you fell asleep standing up”
>She whispers into his ear for no one to hear, eliciting an embarrassed laugh out of him
>Then she surprises him by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug
>He just smiles again and closes his eyes, snaking his own arms around her muscular back and leaning into her
>He feels her sighing and pulling him closer, laying her head on his shoulder and nuzzling his face
>They stay like that for a while, basking in each other’s touch before Ursula’s eyes snap open and she pulls back looking at him with pursed lips
>Wondering what he reaction meant didn’t take long when he noticed he was drenched in sweat and smelling of post-workout Ursula
>”Umm…
>He hums, looking at himself and his current state
>He can’t go to work like that
>”You know, I think it’s better if I go now”
>He says, pointing back to the gym’s entrance
>Ursula scratches her cheek embarrassedly, laughing nervously
>”Wouldn’t want to get you banned for illicit activities in the middle of the gym, you know”
>He smirks
>She purses her lips into a smile and scratches her cheek even faster, a red blush managing to power through the near pitch black and rusty fur of her muzzle
>He then surprises her by grabbing the sides of her face and giving her a deep kiss on the lips
>She returns the display of affecting with much gusto, wrapping her strong arms around his shoulders again 
>Their slow, passionate kiss becomes the main attraction in the gym as every single person just stopped even trying to pretend they were working out as they stared at the two opposites sharing fluids with gaping jaws
>And when they pull back, Ursula looks like her breath was stolen from her, looking at her lover with her muzzle open and tongue out as she took in deep breaths and an expression that screamed her love for the man in front of her
>Her fiancé too looked a little breathless, and he smile before waving at her and turning around
>”I have to go now, sweetheart, else I’ll be late for work”
>When he’s half way through his turning, her turns back and surprises her again with a peck right on her snoot
>”Love you sweet heart, see you later”
>And just like that he leaves
>Making his way back outside the gym while a love struck Rottweiler waves back at him
>What a maelstrom of emotions and situations
>They all feel like they just witnessed a miracle happening right in frnt of their eyes with how Ursula acted around her fiancé
>Guess they were wrong about Ursula being into girls, because that was definitely not being into girls
>”Hey”
>And suddenly the atmosphere thickened so much one could feel it crawling through their skin and fur
>It left them with a feeling of dread never experienced before in their lives
>The temperature dive bombed into negative numbers, and they could’ve sword their could see the white clouds that were their breaths
>All of it originating from one place 
>Ursula had caught them
>”Care to explain why you were staring all this time?”
>She growls slowly, lifting her fists and menacingly cracking her knuckles
>They had a good life
>And that’s how the infamous Gym Massacre of 2019 came to be