Two hours later, Merrie could barely see straight. For the entire time, she was pinned on the floor by Dixie. Every time she felt his cock starting to soften, he would start driving into her until he came again and added to the cum building up inside her. His knot kept it all inside, escape for the occasional spurt of it that came pouring out of her abused ass when he shifted position. She knew every millimeter of his cock, she could have sworn that her insides was now molded around every bump and ridge on the tiny silfae's huge cock.
When he wasn't fucking her, he was pushing her into the rough ground of the cave. She could feel rocks and ridges digging into her thighs and breasts. She tried to shift her body to a more comfortable position, but Dixie growled as soon as she twitched. She froze, feeling the vibrations of his wolf form being translated down his cock and into the liquid pressure buried between her buttocks. He only stopped when she slumped back to the ground.
Time passed painfully slowly as she was driven into the ground. She couldn't do anything but submit to him. She knew what he wanted now, for her to just roll over and pee like a bitch, to let him take her. But, all that was too late. The only thing she could do was bury her face into the ground and let the tears flow.
Dixie stirred from where he rested on her back. Merrie tensed up as she mentally prepared herself for another round of being fucked. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, adding to the pressure that was working its way up into her belly. The rough pads of his paws dug into her hips as he hunched over. His cock drove deeper into her ass, tearing it further open.
She let out a cry, her body trembling as she tried to find some way of easing her discomfort. Or, at least, begging for Dixie to stop. In her mind, she could see feel the jealousy burning inside him, it was less now. Every round of him fucking her ass, tearing into her, seemed to drain off a bit of the anger toward her.
A crunch of stone and rock startled Merrie. She looked up to see a shadow coming down the entrance to the cave. It came with a brilliant glow of joy, happiness, and raw crackling power. The energy filled the cave and it seemed to press down on Merrie. It wasn't the cruel grinding that Dixie inflicted on her but more like the feeling of a thunder storm about to sweep through the air.
When Tabitha came into view, Merrie gasped with shock. The silfae was naked and covered entirely in blood. Neither was shocking, Merrie had seen her in that state before, but the drying blood covering every centimeter of her body sent off some primal fear rolling through Merrie.
Tabitha was carrying Useless Cunt in her arms. The bitch was sleeping against Tabitha's breast. Her dried tears left a startling clear path in the blood that covered her. Merrie lowered her gaze, looking automatically to where Tabitha cropped the sleeping girl.
Useless had no arms beyond her wrists. The ends were smooth as if she was born that way, just like Merrie's own cropping. It was a stark contrast to the bloody wounds that Tabitha inflicted on Seven before healing him later. Below, Tabitha had cropped Useless at the knees, giving her much shorter legs than her arms.
Somehow, the horror of seeing a woman cropped didn't frighten Merrie as much as it used to. Instead, it almost felt natural to watch as Tabitha carried Useless to her niche and tenderly laid her down on the blankets.
Useless let out a whimper and curled up in a ball. Tabitha scooped up the blankets and heaped them over the trembling form. Merrie shivered as she wondered how any could breathe with so many blankets bearing down on her, but she remembered waking up in the sweat-soaked cocoon after her own cropping.
Merrie looked at the end of her own arm, staring at the smoothed over end. It still brought a flash of excitement as she was reminded of her own helplessness. She let out a sigh, which quickly turned into a groan as Dixie started to pump his cock into her ass with hard, hammer-like strikes. She cried out and reached out for Tabitha as the silfae walked past.
Tabitha slowed down, then looked down with disdain. “What, pet?”
Merrie's body shook as Dixie continued to ram his cock into her ass, pumping as far as he could. She whimpered and gave Tabitha a pleading, desperate look.
Tabitha squatted down in front of Merrie. Her scent was strong, the bitter choking smell of her pussy combined with the stench of fresh blood. “What do you think I'm going to do, pet? Stop Dixie from fucking your ass?”
Dixie panted and slammed his cock into her again. There was a flash of amusement as she cringed at the pressure in her guts and the scraping of the huge cock in her tightly-stretched rectum.
Merrie sobbed and felt her heart being torn. A small part of her hoped that Tabitha would have stopped it, but seeing the hard eyes regarding her, she knew that no one would save her.
“Listen, pet, you're an alpha now. This isn't something you can turn away from. From now on, for rest of your life, you are just a human-shaped little bitch. That means the pack dominance is how you prove yourself. I can't just stop him, because that would just prove that I'm still better than him.” She smiled and reached over to Dixie. Merrie careered her head to see Tabitha wrapping her fingers around his throat.
Dixie drove into her again, crushing her buttocks and forcing his cock deep into her body. She cried out at the impact.
“But, if you don't want to be Dixie's bitch, you need to grow a pair of fucking balls and prove that you aren't just a soft, little slut that can't stand up for herself.”
She stood up. “Finish up, Dixie, we need to send pet over to Grange and I'd do that when she isn't stinking of your cum.”
Tabitha turned on her heels and headed out of the cave.
Merrie shivered as she felt Dixie getting a fresh grip on her hips. His furry hips ground into her buttocks and then he was fucking her. She tried to push up but as she managed to lever her breasts off the rough ground, Dixie reached over and clamped his jaws over her neck. He bore down and she felt his teeth piercing her flesh.
Hot blood ran her neck as he pounded his cock into her. His cock slammed at her sphincter, trying to tear free of it as his long cock reached deep into her body and tore her open again. She could feel the healing charm repairing the damage, but that seemed to only encourage him to rip into her harder.
Merrie cried out and pawed at the ground. Her useless arms couldn't get traction as she was pounded face-first into the earth. She could taste the dirt and blood on her lips as she tried to break free of the shape-changed wolf raping her.
He was still fucking her when Tabitha came back down. Tabitha was dripping wet but cleaned of her blood. She hummed cheerfully as she skipped back down the cave entrance, the air still crackling from her presence. She stopped at the bottom and looked down at Merrie and Dixie.
“Really? You've been fucking her for twenty minutes and you still can't get off? You are just as pathetic as her, Dix.” She sighed and rolled her eyes. She stepped forward and slammed her foot down on Merrie's outstretched arm.
Merrie screamed out but power crashed down on her. Tabitha bore her weight down as magic crackled the air. Merrie could see it swelling up inside Tabitha, blurring her body for a moment.
Tabitha reached back with her hand and five claws burst out from her fingertips. She swung her hand around and smacked Dixie right in the head. There was a flash of light and the impact ripped Dixie out of Merrie and threw him across the cave and into the stone wall.
Merrie gasped as the pain of having her ass torn open from the inside crashed into her. As hours of cum poured out of her, she slumped to the ground and sobbed. The regeneration charm worked its magic, but it was long, painful minutes of agony before her body repaired itself. When she could finally stand up again, the cum still poured down her ass and coated her thighs. It was thick and hot. It was also a cruel reminder of her inability to fight off Dixie. Merrie didn't know how Sable did it.
Dixie came back in silfae form, a tiny man, and rubbed his cock as he glared up at Tabitha. He sat down next to Merrie and gave Tabitha a bitter look.
Merrie peeked at him, then up at Tabitha. Trembling from the effort, she pulled herself into a begging position. She tried to clench her ass to prevent the cum from pouring out, but she couldn't get her body to listen. With tears in her eyes, she held herself still and waited.
Tabitha looked at her sternly for a moment, then smiled. “All right, pet. Take Fuckhole and clean out your holes. Dixie, stop being a fucking dick.”
Dixie shrugged and gave out a self-satisfied bark.
Tabitha leveled a glare on him. “Tonight, you and I won't have her sleeping with this. And,” she smiled and her teeth looked bright and sharp, “I'm really fucking horny and I'm going to ride you until you break.” The last word ended with a growl that wasn't quite playful.
To Merrie's surprise, there was a flash of dread from Dixie. She turned to look at him and felt a sexual anticipation rose up and mixed in with his dread and fear. He smiled even as he feared what would happen. There was a lot of complex emotions between Dixie and Tabitha, more than Merrie could understand with her growing empathetic abilities. She wondered if she would have the same complicated give and take when she finally bonded with a master.
Merrie took a deep breath and barked. She pushed herself on her knees and the ends of her arms. She shivered at the sight of her cropped ends, the now familiar sexual wave filled her with a slick, hot sensation that pooled in her pussy.
She crawled over to Fuckhole's niche. Balancing on her ends, she reached up and grabbed the top blanket with her mouth. Clamping down, she pulled it off Fuckhole as she sent a wave of comfort with her mind.
Underneath the blankets, Fuckhole stirred and pulled away. Merrie could sense her fear but it was directed at Dixie instead of herself. Instead, Fuckhole felt guilt toward Merrie. In a flash of insight, Merrie realized that Fuckhole wished she fought more to help Merrie.
Merrie had sudden tears in her eyes. She didn't deserve Fuckhole's guilt or respect. She dug into the blankets and pulled them aside. She saw a flash of naked thigh which Fuckhole yanked back under the blankets. Feeling playful, Merrie crawled up into the niche as she tore off the blankets as she chased after Fuckhole.
As Fuckhole's blonde hair was exposed, the bitch looked up with a flash of fear. For a moment, there was blind panic for a moment as Fuckhole stared up at Merrie, then relief flooded across her expression. With a gasp, she wrapped her arms around Merrie and cried into her shoulder. Her lips mouthed “I'm sorry” repeatedly and it only added to Merrie's own discomfort.
Merrie wrapped her arms around Fuckhole and kissed her cheeks, forehead, and nose. She pushed out a wave of love, wrapping it around the two of them. She felt Fuckhole relaxing in her grip and soon the bitch was kissing her back. Merrie slid one leg between Fuckhole's and drew it up until her knee was rubbing against the heated slickness of Fuckhole's sex.
“Stop making out and get fucking clean up, pet!”
She blushed and shared a guilty look with Fuckhole before crawling off the niche.
Fuckhole joined her. As she got on the ground, she started to drop to her knees, but Merrie shook her head. She stopped in mid-movement and then lifted herself back up to her feet.
Merrie gave her an approving nod and crawled toward the entrance. She could feel Fuckhole joining her, the bitch's mind burning brightly in the back of Merrie's head. She could also feel Useless in her niche, sleeping fitfully through dreams of blood and cropping. There was magic in her sleep, something that kept her slumbering as her mind grew adjusted to her new form.
Outside, Merrie led Fuckhole to the bathroom area and then to a deep-running stream nearby. Merrie sank into the water with a sigh. The cold water felt good against her tortured body, but when it lapped against her asshole, she stopped with a hiss of pain. She held herself in place, the water splashing against her pussy as she inched herself lower.
Fuckhole came up to her. Her slick body rubbed against Merrie as she wrapped her hand around Merrie's waist. Her other came up between Merrie's legs and pressed her palm against Merrie's ass and pussy.
Merrie stared in shock, but then Fuckhole guided her down on the water. Instead of the icy water rushing against her torn open ass, it was the heat of Fuckhole's palm that shielded her from the shock. Merrie let out a moan and stared into Fuckhole's green-brow eyes. She radiated thanks and love and every other good emotion she could grasp her mental fingers on.
Fuckhole wrapped her body around Merrie and gave her a brilliant smile. She curled her fingers into Merrie's cunt and a tiny rush of cool water swirled around to tease Merrie's ass.
Merrie whimpered and Fuckhole clamped her hand back down over the opening.
After a few seconds, Fuckhole once again slid one finger along Merrie's slit and cooler water rushed in into her ass. Merrie shivered at the sensation but Fuckhole was already pressing her hand down over the opening, shielding her from too much coming too fast.
With fingers stroking her pussy, Merrie could do nothing but clutch to Fuckhole's breasts and hips. She was helpless to do anything. If it wasn't for Fuckhole, she would have slipped away. Instead, she was held tight to a beautiful woman who was taking care of her with a tender finger.
She moaned at the touch, her body growing hot despite the stream flowing around them. As Fuckhole fingered her, the cooler water rushed into Merrie's ass and mixed with the cum still there. She tensed as it warmed up and her body cooled down. Soon, the stream was a balm against her openings.
Fuckhole kissed her, her lips pressing against Merrie's.
Merrie parted her mouth and let Fuckhole's tongue come up. She shivered in the touch as Fuckhole moved her fingers back and circled around Merrie's ass. It was tender but the gentle fingers brought flashes of pleasure. Merrie moaned into the kiss as Fuckhole cleaned out her ass until she felt the clean friction of water against her hole. The ring finally tightened around Fuckhole's fingers, clinging to the two plunging digits.
Cleaned out, Fuckhole moved her fingers back to Merrie's pussy. This time, it wasn't the tender stroking but the deep thrusts of a woman trying to bring an orgasm to Merrie. Fuckhole grinned into the kiss as she pumped deep and fast, splashing the water around.
Merrie squirmed in the touch, basking in the love that surrounded them. It didn't take long for her to reach her orgasm. She clutched her smooth-ended arms around Fuckhole and leaned into each stroke, splashing as she thrust her hips down into the plunging fingers. The cool water mixed with her hot insides, adding to the contract of pleasures until she cried out from her crest of ecstasy.
Drained, Merrie slumped against Fuckhole as their kisses broke. She smiled up to the blonde bitch.
Fuckhole wasn't done. She ran her hands along Merrie, stroking and scrubbing her clean. It was a slow process but Merrie every time Merrie tried to help, Fuckhole just kissed her into just enjoying it.
As Fuckhole finished, Merrie wondered how to do the same for her. She didn't have hands to clean the woman cleaning her. She couldn't do anything. Her helplessness added a sharp edge of lust to being cleaned by Fuckhole. By the time the bitch was done with Merrie's hair, Merrie was writhing in passion and moaning softly.
Fuckhole pushed Merrie to the edge of the stream. Merrie found a place where she could balance and started to crawl out, but then Fuckhole surprised her by grabbing her ass and delving her head between Merrie's buttocks.
Merrie gasped as she felt the hot tongue against her asshole, licking at it. It was intense, a searing hot flesh instead of the icy water. She ran her arms through the gravel for balance, then pushed back against the tongue as Fuckhole licked her from clitoris to ass and back again.
After being cared for and fingered, it took very little for Merrie to reach a second and a third orgasm. As Fuckhole inflicted a fourth, Merrie slumped to the rocky bed of the stream panting for breath. There was a smile on her lips and she wanted to melt into a pool of orgasmic goo.
She heard Fuckhole cleaning herself. She wanted to help, but she knew that Fuckhole wasn't going to let her. It was one last chance at humanity and Merrie couldn't take that from her. Instead, she just rested on the ground and enjoyed the warmth of sunlight filtering through the trees.
Dixie's bark woke her up. She looked up to see the silfae crawling down the far edge of the stream. She could feel his jealousy and anger even across the water.
Looking up, Merrie saw that Fuckhole was brushing her long hair with her fingers further up the shore. She froze in mid stroke as she watched.
Dixie splashed into the water and his thoughts cleared through Merrie's mind, (I'm going to make you my bitch.)
For a moment, Merrie wanted to roll over and submit, but she couldn't to Dixie. Not to another alpha, not to an asshole like him. She felt no desire to please Dixie and she could still remember his rape. She could never fight against him in wolf form, but he was a silfae right now. And swimming through the water.
The water. She remembered something from her lessons about water and electricity.
With a snarl that mimicked his own from earlier, Merrie dove into the water. She dropped her collar deep into the water and glared at Dixie. The silfae was swimming toward her, his tiny form unable to grip the bottom of the stream.
“Fuck off!”
Her collar ignited into a burst of light. Electricity coursed along her body and she felt her muscles tearing from the impact. It hurt, but she was getting used to the pain and managed to keep watching as the magic spread out across the water's surface. The entire stream light up from the inside. Lighting bolts cracked from the water, arcing along trees and bushes.
In the center, Dixie let out a high-pitched scream as his entire body spasmed and his hair stood on its ends. He dipped below the water and came back up gasping as he struggled to remain swimming.
The pain was intense, magnified by the water, but Merrie recovered quickly. Shaking and trembling, she pulled herself out of the water. The current, however, dragged her back in. Merrie tried to stop it, but her arms skittered against the rocks and she slipped back into the cold water.
Fuckhole grabbed her and hauled her out of the water.
Merrie gasped for breath. She squirmed to get back on her feet and spun around, looking for Dixie.
Further down the stream, Dixie crawled out of the water. He was panting for breath as he shook himself free of most of the water. And then his head snapped around to glare at Merrie, his eyes bright blue. His connection to Tabitha ignited as he sent a pulse toward the cave. He was going to transform again.
Panicked, Merrie shoved Fuckhole up the stream's bank and scrambled to join her. With the fierce joy of getting a strike on Dixie, they raced back to the cave.
Inside, Tabitha looked up curiously as the two bitches came tumbling down the entrance. She was next to the hearth, spooning out bowls for them to eat.
Behind Merrie, Dixie's enraged howl echoed across the woods.
Tabitha smirked and pointed to the ground next to her. “Sit.”
Merrie rushed over and planted herself on the ground. She couldn't help but smile as she brought her arms up to beg and held herself there.
It took all of her effort not to look around when she heard Dixie coming down. The smell of wet dog flooded the room as he growled deeply. Her back tensed with anticipation as the growl grew louder.
Tabitha looked up. “Good boy, Dixie, for getting them. Now, come eat.”
Dixie growled again.
Tabitha jammed the bowl into Fuckhole's hands. Standing up, she bristled. “Did you just growl at me?” Her voice was tense and angry.
A flash of power filled the room and Dixie, once again humanoid, whimpered softly.
Tabitha sniffed. “You smell like lightning. Oh, she got you good? With the collar again?”
A bitter bark.
“Well, sucks to be you.”
Merrie almost came at the words directed at Dixie. It was a seductive high of beating Dixie, though she knew the silfae would get revenge sooner or later. Probably sooner. For the moment, she was just going to enjoy it.
“Now, all of you eat.”