Merrie pressed the ends of her arms between Twenty-Seven's buttocks and spread them. She admired the wrinkled opening right above the swollen labia. Droplets of excitement clung to Twenty-Seven's lips. She drank in the sweet smell as she tucked her head underneath Twenty-Seven's tail. She licked her lips before she delved her face into the wet folds and lapped at the tangy core of the bitch's sex.
Underneath Merrie's mouth, Twenty-Seven dug her arms and legs into the soft grass lifted her hips up to questing lips. A long, throaty moan ripped out of her throat. She shuddered when Carrie found her clitoris.
Merrie gulped at the flood of juices. She lapped harder, working her tongue deep inside Twenty-Seven's cunt. She caught the taste of Borias' cum deep inside and let out a moan of pleasure. She drove her tongue deeper, sucking the folds into her mouth to get at his cum.
As she pleasured Twenty-Seven, the waves from the pond lapped at the ends of her legs. Occasionally, one of the bitches would splash through the water and the water would rush up and tease against her own sex, a brief flash of pleasure. Merrie didn't want to go in herself, she found that with missing hands and feet, she kept slipping toward the deeper water and she couldn't swim anymore. It made her feel helpless and ignited the fires inside her.
(Well, that's a lovely sight,) Sable's thoughts drifted through Merrie's mind along with an image of Merrie sprawled out on the grass as she ate out Twenty-Seven's pussy.
Merrie sent a welcoming feeling back and resumed her lapping.
Grasses rustled to her side as Sable came up with Bass and Licker.
(How are you doing, Merrie?) It was a question about Sama.
Merrie felt a pang of sadness strike her. It had only been five days since she died and Merrie was still devastated, but at the same time, she had to put on a cheerful face for the other bitches. Time and sex would erode at the pain but at the moment, it was a dull ache beneath the pleasure. She couldn't figured out the words, so she just sent the complicated emotions back.
Comfort came back, the emotional equivalent of a hug. (It is always like that. I wish there was something I can do.)
(You are,) Merrie smiled into Twenty-Seven's pussy, (I'm happy here.)
A different type of sadness came rippling through the mental connection. (You can't stay here.)
(I know, I've never been so happy than right now.)
“Morning, Bori,” called out Bass as he came stomping closer.
Borias looked up. He was naked and sprawled out on the grass. He had both Anal Cookie and Seven between his legs. Both of them were licking his cock and balls and enjoying every minute of it. “Hey, boss.”
A few meters away, Thorn was fucking Throat Fucked while Snapping Pussy ate out his ass. Pillow Chest was buried between Pussy's legs, licking and touching and slurping.
Piffin had taken Useless Cunt and Horny Holes aside and was giving them precise instructions on the more complicated commands. Merrie could feel them growing hornier with every passing order.
“Looks like a dog show,” said the thriban in a low chuckle. “Don't remember scheduling one.”
“Eh, just felt like relaxing a bit. And be finding out that Thorn thinking the same thing. So, we be swapping the girls and having a bit of sex and sun.”
Merrie lifted her face up from Twenty-Seven's pussy. She could feel the breeze cooling the juices on her face and let out a bark.
Bass was leaning against a rock as he stripped off his pants. His cock, the huge and swollen member, bobbed in the air as he tossed his clothes aside.
Merrie stared at it hungrily. It felt like a year since she had last enjoyed it. She sent a question to Sable who was diving into the water after Twenty-Eight, Seven, and Snuff Bait. (Sable, I want Bass.)
Sable barked happily as she tackled Seven. The male bitch trying to regain his footing with his shortened arms and legs and ducked under water. He came up gasping. Sable dove under the water and came up a half second later, shoving him closer to the shore. (You are both calm right now. Just don't go wanting him.) She rolled Seven out of the water and hopped after him. (And no reading his thoughts.)
(Okay.)
A wave of amusement. (That's 'yes, alpha.')
Merrie picked herself up and crawled over Twenty-Seven's legs toward Bass. (Blow me.)
(Come over here, bitch, and we'll see who'll be licking who.)
Merrie grinned and crawled through the longer grasses. It tickled her nipples as breasts swayed. The rough edges of the grass ran along her nipples and sent tiny flares of pleasure along her senses. She felt sexy as she came up to the thriban.
(You are sexy.)
Merrie blushed under the compliment. She came up to Bass and put herself in the begging position.
Bass looked up at her as he sat down and smiled. “Been a while, hasn't it?”
She wagged her tail and barked again.
“Well, Sable doesn't mind, so why don't you come over here and show me what you learned.”
Merrie moaned and crawled between his legs. His thick, dark cock stood up straight. It was the most beautiful thing she had seen and she found a primal hunger building inside her. Sliding up, she planted herself firmly against his thighs and lapped at his balls. They were already slick with his precum and she relished the taste of his manhood.
“Oi,” snapped Borias, “all we be needing be beer.”
Thorn, panting, said, “You want to get it?”
“No, I be having fun.”
Thorn grunted as the smell of his cum drifted across the breeze.
Merrie smiled and let Bass' testicle slip from her mouth. She worked her mouth up his cock, exploring every thick ridge and bump. She focused all of her attention on his cock, worshiping it as she marveled at how large it was. She wanted it inside her, any way she could.
(Merrie, could you ask Dixie to bring some lager?)
Surprised that she could keep lapping as if she wasn't telepathically communicating, Merrie reached the top and lapped at the soaked tip. (Me?)
(Yes, you can project much further than I can. I was over a kilometer from the mill when you made me cum yesterday.)
Merrie blushed at the thought. She didn't find out until that night that she managed to set off every bitch in the mill again. On the nightly walk, she was mugged by three of the bitches who wanted to thank her. She grinned and ran her lips over Bass' crown before parting her lips around the heated member.
Bass reached down to stroke her hair, tugging on the carefully brushed dog ears. His breath was deep and she could feel his attention burning her skin.
(Don't know?)
(Sixty meters is my furthest, and I can't project past ten with anyone besides my master. Dixie is a quarter of that at best. You can project at least two kilometers.)
Merrie's jaw hurt as she took Bass' cock into her mouth. It swelled and pinned her tongue to the floor of her mouth. She drove down until it lodged in the back of her throat. (Is that a lot?)
(More than any bitch I know.)
(What does it mean?)
Sable sent a pulse of comfort tinged with pleasure. She was currently humping Snuff Bait's face and the bitch was licking her obediently. (Every alpha has their own strengths. You are an empath and a natural telepath. Now, order some beer.)
Merrie bobbed her head down, choking on his cock but loving the feeling of having her jaws pried open and the thick member invading her through. His precum coated her tongue, filling her with the taste of man. She moaned and wiggled her hips with the growing pleasure.
“Bring that pussy over here, Merrie.”
Merrie whimpered at her name, a surge of pleasure coursing through her body. She turned around without ever pulling her mouth off his cock. Her soft body slid over his muscular thigh and she settled down with her breasts crushed against his leg.
Bass slid his fingers down her spine and pleasure danced along her skin before pooling in her pussy. He reached over her buttocks and shoved one finger into her soaked sex.
Merrie jerked at the pleasure and shoved her head down harder on his cock. It inched its way down as she felt the ridges teasing her lips. She pulled up as she started to struggle for air, took a deep breath, and shoved back down.
As she bobbed up and down, she cast out her mind. She could feel the other bitches in the darkness–they were flickering with glowing pleasure–and she reached out for Dixie. After a few seconds, she pulled back frustrated.
(I don't think I can.) She remembered Bass' cock and bobbed down, shoving it past her gag reflex and taking him clear to his growing knot. His girth swelled her throat, pinning it against her iron collar, and she fought against the wave of pleasure that rolled through her.
(You are unfocused. Pick a direction and project that way.)
Merrie frowned as she shoved herself further down. Her lungs and jaw ached, but she wanted Bass completely inside her. Whimpering, she forced centimeter after centimeter into her throat until it felt like his cock was in her stomach. Only a few centimeters from his base, she had to give up and pulled up. The feel of the warm air in her lungs was sweet and she gasped for breath.
“You don't have to deep throat me.”
Merrie smiled up to Bass and dove back down. She pushed herself on her wrists and feet to get a better angle. Bass added a second finger to her pussy and pulled up, helping her as she slid down his cock.
She imagined sending out a targeted pulse that rushed toward the house. To her surprise, it worked and she felt her mental awareness rolling across the lands and past the mill house. It brushed against an emotional warmth of Tabitha's cave, but they weren't there.
Merrie picked another direction and sent out a pulse as she slid back up. She was almost completely inside her.
Bass' fingers swirled around inside her, flicking back and forth. They were thick and hard, teasing her and she bucked against him as she panted for breath.
She didn't find Dixie and tried again in a different direction. Her jaw ached as she shoved herself down on the throbbing cock. Her lips slid along the bumps and ridges as she lifted herself up more.
Bass shoved his thumb into her asshole and she almost came. He lifted her up for the angle.
With the feeling of being lifted by Bass, Merrie felt the pleasure growing. She bore down as the thick cock invaded her throat. It pinned against her collar as she continued to force it deep inside her.
There was a flash of mental energy and a connection formed between Merrie and Dixie.
(What the fuck!?)
(Hello, Dixie!)
(Where are you?) Dixie was looking around. He was with Tabitha, Cock Diver, and Fuckhole.
(By the pond.)
There was a stunned silence.
Merrie wanted to whimper, but there was no way air could escape her lungs. She opened her mouth as much as she could and pushed herself past his knot. There was a moment of fear that she could get caught, but then the rush of pleasure slammed into her. She slid further down as her lips sought the base of his cock.
Jealousy rippled down the connection. (What do you want?)
Merrie sent an image of the gathered bitches and trainers. (We're having fun. Want to join us?)
She felt elated at the first touch of Bass' pubic hair against her face. She redoubled her efforts and jammed herself down. The last few centimeters slid past her lips and she buried her face in the thick, black hair of Bass' crotch.
He was completely inside her, blocking her throat. Every pulse of his heartbeat pounded in her throat, pulsating with a rapid-fire beat that drummed up her own hunger. His fingers drove inside her, pumping in and out despite he was holding her almost completely off the ground.
(Okay,) a wry desire rippled from Dixie, (we'll be there.)
(Bring beer.)
Annoyance rose up. (Do I look like a fucking delivery-) The emotional connection stopped instantly. (My mistress says she will. We'll be there in twenty minutes.)
Merrie broke the connection and repeated Dixie's thoughts to Sable. As she did, she felt Bass come inside her. Her lungs hurt, but she held herself as still as possible as hot cum poured into her belly.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she drew up as slowly as she could manage. She wanted to breathe, she needed it, but the prolonged pleasure and the feeling of his pulsating cock in her throat gave her the willpower to take her time.
His cock splattered cum against the back of her throat, tickling her gag reflex. She coughed and pulled his head into her mouth. She used her tongue to block off her mouth as she took in the first sweet gasp of air.
Bass' orgasm filled her mouth and she swallowed the thick load of cum. She wanted to smile, but couldn't with her lips stretched around his thick shaft.
He finished and she sucked his cock clean before letting it pop out of her mouth. She ached, but she didn't care. Panting, she looked up at Bass and barked.
Bass kept pumping his fingers and thumb into her pussy and ass. “Good girl.”
She leaned into his fingers and let out a gasping bark. She was elated and the pleasure was building up quickly. She shoved into his fingers and the wet, slurping noise pushed her closer to the edge.
“Merrie,” Bass' low voice brought a spasm of pleasure through her body. “If you present, I'll fuck you.”
Merrie practically threw herself off Bass' fingers. She dropped to the ground and shoved her face into the grass. Breathing in the smell, she spread her legs and wagged her tail invitingly.
Chuckling, Bass got into position. His huge cock thumped against her buttocks and then his hands grabbed her buttocks, his thumbs on her inner thigh and spread her obscenely open. “This is a lovely sight.”
She moaned and pushed back.
He picked her up and propped her against his thighs. His thick cock bumped once against her tail and then it was up against her sex. It was slick with his precum and her saliva.
It entered her with one long, slick sensation. Merrie came at the feeling of being filled completely, of her inner walls being stretched to their limit. His cock, a tree of pleasure, slid deeper inside her until she was completely filled by him. His balls smacked against her clitoris and sent her into an another wave of orgasm.
(Keep it in your head,) warned Sable.
Delirious with pleasure, Merrie lifted her head. Around her, the other bitches were shuddering with their own orgasms. She reached out with her mind's eye and saw the stars flaring.
(You're projecting again,) Sable sent with a wave of amusement.
Merrie was shoved forward as Bass slammed into her. She moaned with the need, rocking back and forth. He drove into her again, she watched as the other bitches shivered with a tiny orgasm racing along their senses. (How do I stop?)
(Learn to shield, little one.)
Bass slid out of her. Merrie whimpered at the feeling of being emptied. She braced herself for him and counted the painful heartbeats. When he slammed home, she let out a cry of pleasure.
The others cried out too. They were leaning into each other, eyes unfocused as they were assaulted by Merrie's pleasure.
(How?) She thought about Borias' shields. It was a smooth resistance, but she couldn't picture out it would work. She frowned and realized it was hard to concentrate with Bass' huge cock sliding in and out of her heated sex. (I can't do what Borias does.)
(Imagine something wrapping around her.) It was an echo of Bass' voice coming through Sable's connection. It was strange, feeling Bass inside her head and Merrie came again.
As the other bitches cried out with pleasure, Merrie shoved her face into the ground and racked her mind for some image of binding. It took her a moment before she got a clear image of her leather gloves and boots that Rendi first put on her.
Bass continued to drive into her, his thick cock filling her. She kept coming on his shaft, her body turning into a spinning world of pleasure. Fighting the urge to project, she imagined the leather boots back on her, holding her back.
(That's it. Whatever you're thinking.)
It was hard to concentrate with the waves of orgasm. Merrie cried out as Bass continued to drive into her, long steady strokes that reached her innermost depths. She could feel her belly swelling with every thrust and the liquid pleasure searing through her senses.
She bore down on her thoughts, wrapping more of the leather and laces around her. It became more than just gloves and boots, but a corset around her and then more. It cut off her breath and she cried out.
(Almost there, little one, just a bit more.) Sable's thoughts were muted.
And then it just snapped into place. It was a strange mixture of leather. It felt like she was in a leather suit in the shape of a dog. She could almost feel a muzzle over her mouth and a cock buried in her throat. Even her tail was bound. Blow it, she felt filled as if there was a plug in both her ass and pussy, stretching her out and binding her tightly in place. It compressed her body and she felt caught.
(That's it!) Sable's pride came through like a whisper.
Gasping for breath, Merrie opened her eyes and looked out at the other bitches. They weren't coming anymore, despite the flares of pleasure searing through Merrie's body. Some of them were looking at her with lust and curiosity but the others were gasping for breath as they tried to return to their activities.
Merrie reached out for Sable. (That-) the image began to crack. She struggled to bring the imagine back. (This is hard.)
Sable had her head buried between Seven's buttocks, licking as his ass as she ground her breasts into Anal Cookie's face. (Everything worthwhile is hard. And, if you can keep it up, my master will reward you.)
Merrie' heart beat faster. (How?)
(He's going to fuck you hard. But, as soon as you leak emotions, he'll stop.)
Merrie whimpered. (No.)
But Bass was already moving. His fingers dug into Merrie's buttocks and he began to pound into her. His knot began to grow as he drove into her, slamming her into the ground with every thrust. The pleasure and pain of being rammed swirled together and Merrie lost control of her senses.
She strained to keep the feeling of being bound in leather as pleasure crashed into her. She came and kept coming. Every thrust sent off an explosion of ecstasy inside her. She cried out and tried to push back, but it didn't matter. He was dominating her, he fucked her and she couldn't escape if she wanted.
Every thrust tore at her shields and she struggled to enjoy it while keeping the shield up.
“By Azus,” proclaimed Borias.
Merrie looked up to see Borias and the others watching her. There were looks of shock on their faces, including the trainers. None of them were doing anything but staring at her. Merrie slammed forward with every thrust, her body exploding into heart-ripping orgasms. (W-What are they looking at?)
Sable sat up and smiled. (None of them have seen my master fucking properly.) With the thought came an image from Sable's point of view. Merrie was on his lap, a tiny woman with shortened arms and legs. Bass' cock, huge and swollen was slamming into her with a brutality that looked like it would kill her. His body was a blur as he drove into her. Every thrust bulged Merrie's belly and she was shoved into the ground.
Merrie focused on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her. It looked too big, too long. With every thrust, he pulled almost completely out before driving it deep.
And he wasn't stopping. Fast and hard and never slowing. He kept fucking her with strokes that shook their entire bodies. The rapid-fire smack of his hips against her buttocks almost matched her heartbeat.
Merrie couldn't handle it anymore. She came again, her thoughts turning white-hot.
Bass didn't stop. He kept driving into her, ramming into his bitch. His face was a mask of pleasure and concentration, of pure primal lust. He had two fingers buried in her asshole and his thumbs dug into her hip for balance. It should hurt, but Merrie's senses couldn't distinguish pleasure from pain. It was liquid ecstasy and she lost herself in the pleasure.
She lost sense of time, but suddenly he was coming inside her. His knot lodged inside her pussy, blocking her entrance with its swollen length. Hot jet after jet of cum splattered in her depths; it was a long surge of pleasure. The belly over her hips swelled as he kept coming inside her, filling her to the brim.
Merrie cried out in pleasure. Her searing orgasm tore through her senses. She pawed at the ground, unseeing as he finished filling her.
She was full. Her pussy was straining to keep his cum inside. The pressure added to her pleasure and she slumped to the ground.
(That will do, Merrie,) thought Sable, (that will do.)
(Can't believe they were fucking for a half hour,) came the sour thought of Dixie along with a hint of jealousy.
Merrie cracked open one eye. Everything had moved around when she wasn't looking. Cock Diver and Licker were watching her with curiosity, but everyone else had changed partners. Some drank beer from bowls while Sable was humping Pillow Chest's face as Seven prepared to tackle the alpha.
Rendi and Garcon where there, setting up a picnic. They chatting happily with Borias as they set out bowls of fresh fruits and vegetables.
Dixie was fucking Cock Diver's face with a happy, innocent smile on his face.
Merrie was sated. She wanted to melt into a pile of goo, but the pressure of her straining insides kept her grounded. She sent a welcoming thought, (Hi, Dixie.)
He cracked open one eye and gave her a mock glare before resuming his humping.
Letting out a happy smile, Merrie slumped to the ground and enjoyed the pressure of Bass' cock inside her.
Bass reached down and stroked her spine. “Good girl, Merrie.”
She shivered and clenched her insides around him.
“You know I'm suppose to be calling you Happy Cunt, but Merrie fits you better. Damn that, Bori.”
She moaned and smiled.
Tabitha padded up, her bare feet rustling the grass. She handed a mug of beer to Bass. “Since you can't bother getting your dick out of your bitch.”
“Thank you, Tabby.”
Tabby spun around and sat down next to Merrie. She took a deep drink of her own beer. And then reached over and smacked Merrie in the back of the head. It was a hard smack and Merrie's chin bounced on the ground.
Merrie whimpered and tried to cover her head.
“Tabby?” asked Bass, “What was that for?”
Tabby grabbed Merrie's collar and pulled her up. The iron dug into Merrie's throat and she felt a fresh wave of fear and pleasure rising up. The silfae's lips caressed her ear. “If you ever watch again….” No more words were needed.
Merrie whimpered and her tail slumped against Bass' chest.
Tabby released her and returned to her mug. “Just needed a quick talk.”
“Could you,” grumbled Bass, “not do that when I'm inside her. She almost broke my dick off.”
Tabby shot a glance at him. “Serves you right.” She smirked, “You could use with few centimeters less pride.”
He grunted and shoved his cock deep into Merrie. “No, I'm still an arrogant bastard.” He laughed.
Merrie moaned and lowered her head, spreading her legs in hopes he would resume fucking her. She took a deep breath and swirled her hips around. It was something that she would never do for Grange.
She froze at the strange though. She didn't know why she was thinking about Grange suddenly, but it felt as if he was impaling her instead of Bass. She shook her head and forced her mind back to the present.
(Something wrong?) Sable's thought intruded into Merrie.
Merrie looked up to where Sable was watching her from across the pack of naked bodies. (No, why?)
(Your shields cracked and there was fear.)
(Sorry,) Merrie tensed for a moment. The heat of summer faded under the brief thought of Grange. (I was suddenly thinking of Grange. It's okay, it's-)
(Grange?) Dixie's thoughts cut through. (Did it feel real?)
Merrie could still picture Grange behind her, his hands on her buttocks. She nodded. (Yes.)
Next to her, Tabitha tensed up.
Sable's thoughts were brimming with concern. (Ask your mistress to check the wards.)
(Already on it,) came Dixie's thoughts.
Tabitha and Bass didn't change, but suddenly there was something different about them. Tabitha stood up and set down her beer. As she rose to her feet, hundreds of lines like spiderwebs sparkled into existence. They were spread out in all directions. Energy coursed down them as she strolled across the party.
Bass grunted. He planted his large hands on Merrie's buttocks and eased his cock out. The knot was still large but quickly shrinking. Merrie whimpered at the sensation, it was right on the edge of pain, but then the knot popped loose and a flood of cum poured out.
Merrie let out a long moan and slumped to the ground. The hot liquid spewed out of her pussy and soaked the grass beneath her. (Sable, what's going on?)
Sable flipped Cock Diver over and clamped her mouth down on the uplifted breast. (Maybe nothing, but better safe than sorry.)
(Is it Grange?)
(You're a telepath and my master and Dixie's mistress are adventurers. Better to check on an idle thought because it may save your life.)
(Quiet!) snapped Dixie, (my mistress is getting a response.)
Merrie watched was the threads grew bright again as motes of energy came back. Many of them were different levels of intensity, as if they traveled a distance before coming back. Each mote popped as it impacted with Tabitha's body, an invisible burst of energy.
(Dixie?) asked Sable.
(None of the wards were tripped,) but Dixie didn't sound relieved.
(What's wrong?)
(We think something feels wrong.)
Merrie watched as the alphas continued to play with the other bitches. There was no sign of the concerned conversation running through their heads.
Tabitha moved on the far side of the party, chewing on vegetables as she watched the orgy.
Bass stepped over Merrie and he was wearing his pants again. He dug his hands into his pockets as he strolled toward Piffin and Thorn who were debating politics.
The web of energy flickered out from Tabitha again.
Merrie needed to do something. She closed her eyes and focused on the mental plane. The world grew dark as she cast out her senses, straining to feel anything. Her sense were different than Tabitha, a wave instead of a pulse along threads. She felt the senses echoing back against the bitches, but felt nothing else.
She worried her lip and tried again. She concentrated on Piffin, the easiest of the trainers to read. It took her a moment until she could feel him strongly; it was like focusing on a different part of a picture. With non-submissive humans in her thoughts, she cast out her senses again.
(Merrie?) came Sable's thoughts brimming with curiosity.
Merrie whimpered and blushed with humiliation. (Sorry, I didn't mean to.)
(No, do that again.)
Merrie gasped. (Really?)
(Yes!) snapped Dixie. (Just do it, bitch!)
Obeying, Merrie send out a wave and strained to listen. She could feel the trainers bouncing back, like echoes coming off a wall, but the rest of the wave caught nothing. She sighed. (Nothing.)
Merrie couldn't shake the idea Grange was behind her. She sighed and watched as Tabitha tested her wards again. The sparkling webs brightened as the energy coursed down them. A moment later, they came back and popped.
With a start, Merrie realized that one of the motes looked wrong. She sat up. (Dixie, have Tabitha do that again!)
(There's nothing.) He didn't sound convinced.
(Please?)
Tabitha glanced over her shoulder at Merrie, but the web shone again as the energy ran along it, following the lines like droplets of water.
Merrie let her eyes lose focus as she reached out for the energy. She watched as the various motes of energy came back. She was looking for one that was darker than the others. She caught sight of it as it came rushing through the woods. It was bright as the others but it had a different feel. She couldn't quite describe it, but it felt different. It didn't feel like Tabitha.
Concern filled her. She sent the image to the alphas.
(You can see magic?) Dixie sounded surprise.
Merrie stopped with shock. (You can't? I thought alphas could.)
Sable thought, (Neither of us can, Merrie. What is wrong with that mote?)
Merrie looked in the direction. Borias and Thorn were in the way. She got up and fresh cum poured from her pussy. Crawling around, she headed for the rock.
Licker saw her moving and headed toward her with the intent to play.
(Dixie,) warned Sable.
(Got her.) Dixie bounded out of the mess and tackled Licker.
Merrie crawled on top of the rock and closed her eyes. She sent out a questing wave in the direction of the mote. It raced along the ground, sending back the tiny echoes of squirrels, ground rats, and other creatures. It stretched far to the edge of the mill grounds.
And then reflected off something.
She inhaled sharply at the energy that coursed over her. She couldn't quite identify it. (I found something,) she thought without confidence. She gathered up her energy and sent out a second wave in the same direction, focusing on the single point that reflected back to her.
(Dixie, my master says to take Borias out the area if it is a threat. We can't have his geas used against us.)
Dixie sent a wave of thought. His thoughts were growing more serious. (My mistress agrees.) Energy began to pulse between Dixie and Tabitha, bouncing back and forth as it gathered inside Dixie.
Tabitha strolled around the party. Energy gathered around her as the air blurred. She stopped when Borias was between her and the mill house.
Borias looked up, a sudden frown on his face. He looked back and forth between Tabitha and Bass.
Dixie sent a quick burst, (Borias has noticed.) The alpha's thoughts had changed. He had a second voice over his own, Tabitha's. As the energy continued to pour into him, Merrie could feel more of his master merging with him.
(Please be nothing,) came Sable's thoughts.
(Sable, my mistress says to prepare Rendi.)
Sable crawled over to Rendi and rested her amputated arm on the old woman's thighs.
Rendi looked down with confusion, then a slow realization dawned on her face.
The energy came back. Merrie felt a single image burn itself in her mind. It was a statue in front of a church. She saw it before, but she couldn't quite put a name to it. Racking her mind again, she dredged through her memories.
(Merrie?) asked Sable, (What was it.)
She remembered the name from the memories she shared with Grange. She inhaled sharply. (Lemitri.)
(Fuck!) A flash of anger and rage burst out of Sable.
“Tabby! Now!” Bass roared sharply. The air around him wavered as armor slammed into place. The impact of it crashing around his large body sent a shock wave that tore apart the picnic and sent bitches tumbling.
Tabitha took a step toward Borias and transformed. Her body twisted and expanded, forming into a giant wolf that towered over everyone. She charged directly for Borias.
His eyes wide, Borias stepped back with a resigned look on his face. “Oh, be fucking me.”
Tabitha's jaw opened as she caught him right in the chest. Teeth dug into his sides as she clamped down. The impact carried them over the party. She hit the ground running as power flared around her. With a crack of air, she accelerated out of sight. The wind knocked the rest of the bitches off their knees as her passing left a straight line of torn up grasses and shattered trees.
Thorn looked around as he staggered to his feet. “What the-”
Bass bellowed over him. “Rendi, incoming paladins! We need defenses!”
Gasping, Rendi grabbed the silver amulet around her neck. She closed her eyes and began to chant. Energy boiled out from her as her body began to glow from the inside. A golden haze formed around her.
“Piffin and Thorn! Get the bitches back to the mill house.”
“Bass,” Thorn asked, “what is going-”
“Now!” Bass' roar echoed across the trees. “Alphas, with them!”
Thorn held out his hands. “What is-” His voice trailed off as Bass snapped out his hand and the glowing two-handed sword appeared in it. The trainer blanched. “Oh.”
(Merrie, off the rock. Get these bitches moving.) Sable's thoughts had picked up some of Bass' voice. She was pushing the confused bitches toward the mill, barking sharply as the ones who didn't respond.
(How?)
(Project!)
Merrie hopped off the rock. She gathered up her desire to crawl toward the mill–none of them could run if they wanted to–and sent it out. The other bitches calmed down and began to hurry toward the mill.
Dixie came up on Thorn and shoved him toward the mill. He snarled and snapped his teeth as he transformed into a wolf. Thorn stumbled back and ran after the bitches.
(Dixie, get Garcon, I'll get Piffin.) Sable snapped out a command as she bounded over to Piffin.
In less than three minutes, the bitches and trainers were rushing back to the mill house. A minute later, Tabitha's wolf form sped past them, heading back to bass. The wind following cracked the air and Merrie staggered to the side from the blow.
Thorn stared over his shoulder. “What's going on?”
“Thorn, shut up,” snapped Piffin.
“But, why did-”
“Thorn, shut up.”
“Garcon,” Thorn turned to Garcon. “What is going on?”
Garcon grunted as he stepped over a patch of poison ivy. “When a paladin, a wizard priest, and a shapeshifter tell you to run for your life, I don't ask questions.”
“Oh.” Thorn walked along for a moment, then turned to Piffin. “Um-”
Piffin snapped, his normal cool cracking. “Thorn. Shut the fuck up and lead the pack.”
Thorn closed his mouth sharply. Glowering, he hurried past Merrie and Sable who were crawling in the front. He hopped down the valley of a stream and rushed up to the top. As he got to the top, there was a soft popping noise. Thorn reached the crest and continued along the path. “Listen, Pif. You don't have to snap at me. I just wanted to-”
He stopped in mid-word.
Merrie felt a strange twisting sensation in her mind and she stumbled to a halt. She felt sick to her stomach. Reflexively, she pushed back on the bitches and they froze.
Another pop came from the right.
Sable spun around. (What is that?)
Thorn stumbled back in the valley of the stream. He turned around and Merrie gasped as he clutched a short sword buried in his chest. Blood was already blossoming around the wound, staining the fabric. He lifted one bloody hand to his face and stared at it as if he couldn't focus. “I-I think something is wrong.”
He hit the ground with a thud.
Merrie glanced down at him, shuddering at the tendrils of blood flowing in the water, then up at the tree that Thorn was just passing. She felt fear crawling across her skin and backed away.
Another pop came to the left as a figure stepped out of the shadows. Merrie knew who it was before he spoke.
“Kill the alphas,” announced Grange in his gravely voice as he pointed to Merrie, “but that bitch is mine.”
The popping noises grew more frequently as men appeared in tiny clouds of energy. They dropped to the ground. All of them were armed. Most wielded plain steel, but some of them had heavy-looking black blades.
(Crap, obsidian.) growled Dixie, (How did he figure that out?)
Sable snapped through his thought. (Protect the bitches, but they'll be going after us.)
(You think?) growled Dixie. The wolf launched himself over Cock Diver. His jaws clamped down on the nearest kidnapper's throat. As Dixie tore it out, a splatter of blood splashed against the naked women.
Twenty-Seven stared at the blood on her breast and then let out a scream. Next to her, Pillow Tits panicked and cried out. Her collar ignited into lightening and she fell down in spasms.
Most of the men ran for after Dixie, but a small group split off for Sable. They walked around the cowering bitches and ignored them.
Merrie whimpered as she looked back and forth. The swords flashing around her made it hard to think. All she wanted to do was crawl away and hide. She sobbed, living one foot but couldn't figure out where to run.
(Merrie, shield yourself!) Dixie's thought broke her fear. (And watch out for Grange!)
Gasping, Merrie looked up to see Grange strolling through the crawled back as Grange strolled toward her. She focused on the feeling of being encased in leather and brought it around her. As she did, the other bitches calmed down slightly.
Dixie took out the knee of one man, then dodged a sword blow. (How many are there?)
More pops filled the air and men hit the ground. The second wave had nets and ropes and headed straight for the cowering bitches.
(Over thirty and increasing. Someone is teleporting them in.)
(Must be the teleporter mage from before. The one who gave Grange that charm.) Dixie caught another man's thigh and tore it off in a splatter of magic. (Sable, you better join this fight.)
Merrie whimpered and continued to back up. She glanced to the side where Sable was also backing up. The alpha had her tail between her legs and a look of terror on her face. But energy was pouring into her. The connection between her and Bass was growing stronger as she began to glow from the inside with gathered power.
The three men stalking toward Sable didn't notice the energy. They had swords brandished toward her as they grinned. One of them chuckled. “This bitch isn't so hard, is she? I'd rather fuck her than stab her.”
Piffin cried out. Merrie snapped her head around to see him falling, clutching a wound in his leg.
(Damn the gods, Piffin dropped,) announced Dixie.
(Where is Garcon?)
(Pinned by three men. He's not a fighter. Are you going to join this damn fight, Sable?)
(I'm trying!) Sable was glowing brighter than Merrie had ever seen before. Her bones were incandescent, but the energy kept pouring into her. (I'm not as fast as you.) She was pretending to be frightened, moving back slowly.
Grange chuckled and drew Merrie's attention to himself. “Come on, bitch. I'm not going to let twelve million marks just run away.”
The warrior cracked his hands together. Merrie gasped as she saw his left arm. It looked unnatural and glowed with magic. A thousand spells worked together to keep it moving and she could feel how it was pulling energy from Grange to function. Deep inside, there were vile spells waiting to discharge. She could feel death waiting inside them and shivered at the sick feeling in her stomach.
(What do you see, Merrie?) Despite looking like she was terrified, Sable's thoughts was calm as she regarded the battle. There was a confidence in her that bolstered Merrie's own terror.
Merrie sent the image through the connection.
A yell of triumph cut through the noise.
(Fuck, someone slashed me.)
(Did they get any shards in you?)
(No, just as slash. I'll heal in a second.)
(Hold on then, Dixie, I'm almost charged.)
(Took your fucking time, Sable.)
Merrie couldn't do anything. She was helpless. She saw a man bat Seven aside so he could pin Twenty-Seven down. Cock Diver already had a rope around her neck. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, the collar shocking her as she tried to escape.
Tears ran down Merrie's cheek. She was too frightened to move. She wanted to be brave and attack like Dixie. Even Sable, who pretended to be afraid to stall, was everything she wasn't. She was useless in the fight and it shamed her.
(Oh, for fuck sake, a pity party now?) Dixie's thought slashed through Merrie's as he tore out a man's throat.
(She isn't a warrior, Dixie. Give her a break.)
(Sable, there won't be a fight if you don't fucking join this fight!)
Energy crackled around Sable. The three men walking after her came to a stumbling halt as the fear disappeared from the alpha's face. She looked up at them and there was a cruel smile on her face. The air around Sable grew hazy and shimmered.
And then a plate of bright white armor popped into existence. It's mate appeared on the other side of Sable's naked leg. With a crack, they attached into place. Then the rest of the armor burst into existence and slammed down on Sable's form. The impact threw a shock wave through the battle; the three men stalking her stumbled back.
When the air cleared, there was a huge metal dog standing where Sable was. Covered from head to toe in the same bright plate armor as her master, she looked like a mastiff the size of a small horse. On her chest, there was a matching scorch mark as Bass, a holy symbol burned away.
Sable dug her feet into the ground–they were no longer amputated in her canine form–and let out a deep growl. It shook the air with a rumble and the sounds of struggle came to a halt. The metal lips in the armor peeled back, the very shape moving like flesh.
Surprised, Grange stared and his jaw dropped. “What the fuck?”
Sable charged. The metal jaws opened. Inside there was not a human female but an actual war dog. Her mouth came down on the nearest warrior's shoulder. Her paw braced on his chest and she tore his arm and part of his side from his body.
Merrie cringed in fear, urine running down her leg. She didn't know what happened, but she was terrified beyond her comprehension.
Dixie sent a pulse of approval to Sable.
(Take the south side,) Sable's thoughts were a perfect mix of Bass' and her own voice. The duality gave Merrie a headache. The armored dog jumped over Cock Diver and caught the head of the man holding Diver. A ripping noise tore through the fight as she snapped his head off and flipped his body back. As soon as her armored form landed on the ground, Sable shot forward toward Grange.
Grange's shock turned to anger. He snapped out his hand and the flaming whip appeared in his hand. With a crack, he brought it down on the side of Sable's head. The impact exploded into flame and Sable was thrown aside.
Scraping the earth, Sable surged back to her feet.
Grange chuckled. “So the fat alpha can transform too.” He cracked his neck and pulled back his whip. “Let's let what you can do.”
Sable took a step forward, then her side exploded into flames.
Merrie screamed out in surprise, her collar igniting into an electrical hell. As she struggled with her senses, she saw an older man a few hundred meters away. He was waving his hands as runes appeared in the air in front of him. A heartbeat later, a fireball launched itself from the center of the runes and shot into the battle. It slammed into Sable, shoving her aside.
(The mage is here!)
(Got him.) Dixie shot past Sable, his form blurring as he leaped over a bush with his mouth open for a killing blow.
The mage snapped his fingers and disappeared in a cloud of magic.
Dixie hit the tree and bounced off.
The teleporter appeared a dozen meters to the side and Dixie charged again. But, right as the wolf reached the mage, the old man snapped his fingers and teleported out of the way.
(Fuck! He's skipping around too fast.)
Sable growled as she stepped toward Grange. Another fireball slammed into her. (I can't get to Grange with him around.)
(Well, I can't help you. I ain't a fucking mage!)
Merrie whimpered, she spun around as the teleporter appeared next to her, one step ahead of Dixie. With a shock, she realized she could see the energy around him. There was a faint line connecting him to a point in space. When he disappeared, the energy along the line flashed and he appeared at the far end. As soon as he landed, more connections formed with other points around the battle.
Struggling against her overwhelming terror, Merrie focused on the energy. As she concentrated, she could sense more points around, each of them connected to the mage.
The mage dodged Dixie again, teleporting along the points.
Elated, Merrie sent a surprise. (I can see where he's teleporting too.)
(Welcome to the battle, bitch, tell me how to get him.)
(No,) interrupted Sable, (chase him around and keep him moving. Merrie, show me.)
Merrie pushed a map of the battle toward Sable. Sable took it and tore it apart, sending pieces of information to Dixie as she integrated it with her own view of the fight. The images that came back to Merrie were far more detailed. Sable was aware where everyone was, the location of trees and rocks, and even had an idea which direction the kidnappers were moving. Years of fighting experience was behind the alpha's thoughts, but they were colored by Bass' experiences, not Sable's.
Grange grabbed at Merrie's collar. Reflexively, Merrie jerked to the side.
A flash of triumph rose up from Sable. (Dixie, charge him.)
Dixie's thoughts grew determined as he accelerated after the mage. He didn't even try to bite the teleporter, but just ran after him, leaping over trees as the man backed away.
(Merrie,) commanded Sable, (keep Grange occupied.)
Merrie gasped and glanced up at the warrior. He was looking between Merrie and Sable with a frown on her face. She wasn't sure how to do it, but then she let out a whimper and made a show of backing up. It worked for Sable.
Grange growled and focused on her. He took a step closer
Merrie crawled back, circling around the two men pinning Seven to the ground.
Energy gathered around Sable. Runes appeared along her armor as she stared at one point. There was neither the mage or anyone else there, but Merrie knew it was one of the teleportation points.
A warrior rushed forward and slash his sword down Sable's back. It rang out and she didn't move. He reared back and jammed the point into the joint of one of back leg.
Pain exploded from Sable, but she remained still.
(Sable!) cried Merrie. She forced herself to crawl over Fuckhole who was wrapped over a net. The bitch whimpered and reached for her and it killed Merrie to not look at her.
Dixie jumped over Sable and clamped down on the warrior's arm. Using his momentum, Dixie spun him around and tore it off. Blood splattered everywhere as Dixie bounced off Sable's back and charged the mage.
The point Sable was focusing on began to pulse with energy. Merrie gasped and sent it out a warning. (Now!)
A rune appeared in the air in front of Sable. More followed as they circled around her like a clock. Her eyes glowed with a bright white light. The last one appeared just as the mage popped into existence.
Grange was only a meter away from Merrie when he spun around to yell at the mage. “Look out!”
Sable disappeared. There was a crack and then an explosion. A tree shattered when a huge dog-shaped hole appeared in it. The mage didn't even have time to scream as his body exploded. Sable appeared a dozen meters behind him as she slowed down and turned. Her momentum threw her through a tree trunk before she to a halt. With a snarl, she spit out the mage's rib cage and turned back to the fight.
Swearing, Grange grabbed for Merrie.
Merrie cringed with the realization she lost track of the warrior.
“Nice try, bitch.” He snapped his whip out and it wrapped around Merrie's neck.
The flames licked at her hair as it tightened around, cutting off her breath. The smell of burning flooded her senses as she pawed at the whip but she couldn't dislodged it.
(Sable! Dixie! Help me!)
(Coming,) snarled Dixie as he tore through one warrior and charge for Grange.
Grange's whip tore from Merrie's throat as Grange spun around. It slashed through the ground behind him as the flaming whip met Dixie in mid-jump. The impact threw Dixie back as a tiny explosion of flame burst out. Grange spun back around and the whip wrapped around Merrie's throat again.
“Will someone get the fucking shapeshifters!”
Men charged Dixie, their obsidian blades raised high.
Dixie hopped back and charged to the side. He tried to get to Grange, but more fighters were chasing after him and he backed away. (Fuck, fuck! I can't get her, Sable.)
(How much energy left?) Sable's thoughts were calm as she tore a man in half. The blood splattered her bright white armor and sizzles as it burned off.
(Thirty seconds of this at best, less if I have to do something stupid. How many are left?)
(Twenty. The mage brought a few more in.)
(Piffin?)
(Alive. Garcon is also down, but alive.)
(Thorn?)
(Dead.)
Dixie's determination rose up. (I'm doing something stupid.)
Concern welled up. (Be safe.)
(Fuck safe, I have a pack to defend.) Dixie's body blurred as he sprinted out of the fight, past some trees, and out of sight.
The warriors stared in shock as one of those spoke up. “Grange? The wolf just ran away.”
Grange yanked on Merrie, pulling her closer. “Don't put down your swords. He's not giving up.”
In the distance, an explosion shook the air. A mushroom-shaped cloud rose up in the air, crackling with power.
Grange looked up at it with a smile. “Looks like the paladins are keeping Bass busy at least.”
The air grew tensed. The bushes rustled and then exploded as a pack of wolves came sprinting into the fight. It was Dixie, but there were eight of them moving in perfect unison. They jumped into the fight, their jaws open to clamp down on throats, arms, and legs.
The warriors felt down in gurgling screams as the mirrored Dixie slaughtered them. It was brutal and fast, but not enough.
A heartbeat later, a man stabbed Dixie. Merrie's heart lurched in her throat, but instead of blood, the figure popped in a shower of magic. Another wolf burst as two men managed to slash it as it was tearing out a third man's throat.
Grange snarled. “Fuck this.” He yanked the whip from Merrie's neck. The force of it spun her around and she smacked into the ground. The whip cracked as it wrapped around a hilt of an obsidian sword. Spinning around, Grange slashed the whip around in a wide circle. The sword at the end sliced through the wolves and two of Grange's men. The various wolves burst as Dixie's spell dissolved. The two fighters dropped to the ground, screaming out in pain.
The sword ended in one of the wolves which didn't explode. Blood splattered across the fight.
“Got you,” growled Grange. The whip snapped back and the black sword glittered like a scorpion tail. Stepping forward, Grange brought the whip down on Dixie. The sword slammed into Dixie, punching through his side and coming out the other hand.
Pain exploded from Dixie.
Grange yanked it back, but cracked his whip as the sword was being ripped through Dixie's side. There was a shattering noise and only a bloody, broken hilt came out.
(Fuck!)
(Did he get you?)
Dixie's form wavered, his tiny silfae form briefly appearing before the wolf returned. (Damn the gods, I hate obsidian. I can't hold this form. Sable, if you are going to save us, you better do it damn fast.)
(I thought you were the best fighter, Dixie.) Sable's voice was suddenly strained as energy filled her again. In the back of her throats, some spell was racing through her mind. As she gathered power, she bit through a man's sword to tear out his stomach. Blood poured down her metallic maw as she glared at Grange.
Grange stepped back, his whip circling over his head. “Come on, bitch.”
(Merrie.) Sable's thought drifted through Merrie's mind.
Merrie looked at Sable, who was snarling at Grange. To her surprise, the metal had pulled back. (I-I'm sorry, I co-couldn't do anything, Sable.)
(It's okay. But, now you have to do something.)
(Sable, hurry up!)
Merrie whimpered. (What?)
(Protect the pack.) It was a command, but it had a sense of finality in it.
(W-What? Why? What about-)
Sable inhaled and screamed out a single word: “DOMINATE!”
The world stopped.
Merrie couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. An explosion slammed into her chest. She tried to looked down to see if a sword hit her, but her eyes refused to move. A second explode wracked her body and she realized it was her pulse slamming in her veins. With infinite slowness, she forced her head down where she felt something burning in her chest.
Her eyes focused between her blood-splattered breasts. There was a ghostly line right where she would bond, but it was coming into her, not leaving her. Emotions coursed down the line, filling her with a hard determination. The magic filled Merrie's mouth, an acidic taste of raw power.
And then she felt Sable. The alpha's thoughts were in with Merrie's own. She could feel the presence beating in her mind and invading her psyche. Sable's love for Bass blended with the determination of a warrior of many years. Bass' own memories came along with it, fighting battle after battle. There was a flash of Sable, on her feet, cowering behind Sable as the thriban attacked a brigand.
Drowning in the emotions, Merrie shook as she followed the line to its source. She knew Sable was at the other end, but she was surprised to see that more ghostly lines were connecting Sable to every other bitch in the melee. Even Dixie had a connection to Sable; his eyes were unfocused and his body tense.
The urge to move crushed her thoughts and she could do nothing but obey Sable's command. Around her, all of the other bitches moved simultaneously. Each one threw themselves at the nearest warrior. Cropped arms and legs wrapped around the men's legs and hips.
“Grab him,” came the overpowering command. Merrie looked to see Grange next to her. Unable to resist, she wrapped her shortened arms and legs around his thigh and held tightly. Her pussy ground against his boot and she plastered her face on Grange's cock.
Sable's eyes glowed as she slammed her foot down. She screamed out at the top of her lungs, “Bitch Defense!”
Merrie's collar ignited into an electrical storm. Merrie winced, but there was no pain. She could feel magic protecting her from the lighting that tortured her for weeks, but Grange wasn't as lucky. His entire body lit up as every muscle spasmed. He bent over in pain as his hair smoldered. A scream ripped from his throat as he pawed at Merrie's body, trying to shove her away.
Around them, the other warriors screamed out in agony as they were electrocuted by the iron collars. Not another bitch was harmed as the air grew hot and stank of ozone. Moments later, most of the kidnappers fell to the ground, their bodies charred and smoking.
Grange shoved Merrie off his body. The last of the lighting arced along the ground, leaving a black mark. Merrie tumbled over but she was moving before she regained her senses. Somehow, she knew there was a sword only a meter away and she crawled toward it desperately.
She found it in the grass, the hand of its previous owner still on it. Her body moved beyond her control. She reached out for it.
The dominance spell snapped.
Merrie froze as she regained control of her body. Gasping, she spun around.
Grange's whip was around Sable's neck, the flames charring the armor. He had a mask of rage as he yanked on the whip. “I don't know what the fuck you did, bitch, but killing you will ruin Bass more than anything else.”
(Like hell,) snapped Dixie. He limped as he accelerated to Grange, his form blurring through the underbrush from the far side of the battle. His shape-change spell faded and his body twisted with every step. With a jump, the magic finally ended and Dixie transformed back into the tiny, Copir silfae. With a smile, he spread his legs and arms as he sailed through the air.
“Eat dick and die!” he screamed as he slammed into Grange's face. At the impact, Dixie wrapped and arms and legs around Grange's head and began to hump.
Grange's whip burned away as he clawed at Dixie. His fingers dug into the tiny form.
(Get the damn sword!) snapped Dixie.
Gasping, Merrie spun back ground. Her amputated wrists slid against the blood-streaked blade, but she managed to pry the hand away. Whimpering, she levered up the weapon and dragged it around.
Grange was staggering back toward her, his fingernails leaving long gouges in Dixie's back.
Merrie stared down at the blade, then up at Grange. She grabbed the blade between the ends of her hands and jammed the hilt down into the ground. The blade sliced her arms and she bit her lip to avoid screaming out. She couldn't afford to set off the collar.
Sable came up behind Grange. Her metal jaws opened as she came up between his legs. With a sickening crunch, she bit down on his crotch. The muted sound of shattering bone shot through the air as Grange lost his balance.
Merrie's heart caught in her throat as she saw Grange plummeting toward her outstretched blade. She looked away sharply, unable to watch.
The impact shook the ground, but the sword didn't budge.
Whimpering, she looked to see Grange bracing himself inches above the blade. His shoulders shook as he held himself up. The power of his magical arm popped and flared.
“Bitch-” growled Grange.
Shaking, Merrie lifted her gaze to Grange. He was glaring at her through the gap between Dixie's arm and legs.
“If,” he gasped, “I won't get you, no one will.”
He braced himself on one arm and reached out for Merrie with his artifact arm. The killing spell poured out of the storage and into his fingers. Glowing, green claws stretched out of his fingernails. He reached out for her and the energy scraped painfully along Merrie's senses.
Merrie's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't move the sword or he would escape. She leaned away from him, but couldn't escape.
Grange growled as he lurched forward. The sound of cracking bones and wet ripping noise shook his body as Sable tore his legs off with a snarl.
Dixie pounded on his head, his fists doing no damage. (Why won't he die!?)
Merrie bit on her lip, terrified of setting off the collar. She gasped as an idea rose up. Snarling back, she stretched out and slammed her amputated leg against his elbow.
Grange shook from the impact, but kept himself up. Sweat prickled his brow as he grunted.
Dixie pounded on Grange's head.
Merrie kicked the elbow again.
Grunting, Grange slashed down. His claws tore through her leg. It was only a scratch, but the flesh boiled into a long scar. She screamed out in agony and her next kick missed. Her muscles tensed up as the energy of the spell rippled through her.
She got another idea. She slammed her amputated leg against his elbow, but instead of kicking, she held it there.
Confusion flashed through Grange's visible eye.
Taking a deep breath, Merrie tensed her body and stared into Grange's eyes. It took all her willpower to force out a single word. “Die.”
Her collar ignited and every muscle in her body spasmed. She screamed out as she forced herself to remain still. The lighting coursed through her leg and into Grange's arm.
The surprise turned to fear as every muscle in Grange's body spasmed. With sickening speed, he slammed his own face into the sword, impaling the point into his eye. It shoved deep into his brain and burst out the back of his skull. The point slashed through Dixie's belly as Grange's brains exploded out of his ears and eyes from the electricity arcing along the blade.
Dixie jumped on Grange's head, driving the sword even more. (Die, you fucker! Die! Die! Die!)
Merrie panted for breath. She stared at the head of the man who tried to kill her. She didn't know what to say, what to feel. She had killed someone. She looked around the sudden tears and realized there wasn't a single attacker alive. Blood and gore pooled in the fight around them, the results of two alphas protecting their pack.
Sable staggered to her knees. She was human again, naked and covered in blood. Thick rivers of crimson poured out of her eyes, mouth, and ears as she reached out for Dixie. “Help.”
Dixie saw her and swore in some language. He lurched over Grange's body to grab her as she slumped to the ground. His tiny form cradled her much larger form and he helped her to the ground.
Panting for breath and struggling with her actions, Merrie got to her knees. (What do I do?)
(Comfort the bitches, they need an alpha.)
Merrie stared for a long moment. Sable wasn't moving as she laid in Dixie's lap. Tears burned her eyes and she nodded. Gathering up her emotions, she crawled away from Grange and the alphas. She released a sense of comfort and love.
Around her, the other bitches looked up with hope and desperation. They rushed over to Merrie, slamming into her as they burst into tears. Merrie felt them burning in her own eyes, but she forced herself to look away from Dixie and Sable as she hugged them back. It took all her concentration to comfort them with her mind and body.
“Sable!” Bass' roar cut through the noise. He charged from the trees and threw himself down on the ground. One hand tossed Grange's corpse and his other shoved Dixie aside as he scooped her off the ground and held her tight.
Merrie gasped as she stared at the thriban. His emotions were raw in her mind as he stroked her face.
“Don't die on me, girl.”
Sable moaned and reached up for him. “Master?” Her voice was strained and fleeting.
Tears ran down Bass' as he clutched Sable. He looked up and bellowed loudly, “Rendi!”
Around Merrie, the bitches shuddered at the sound and cringed closer. Merrie was jostled around, but she couldn't take her eyes away from Bass. She could feel the sorrow in his mind as he clutched her.
“You did good girl, you did good,” he whispered. He was covered in bandages and scratches. The right side of his face was burned to the hairline and he had a slash across his chest and more along his arms and hips.
“I-I love you,” Sable choked as she stroked his face.
“And I love you so much.” He buried his face into her neck, ignoring the blood that covered her.
Tabitha transformed back into a human. She was also damaged, but the injuries looked a week old. If it wasn't for seeing her before the fight, Merrie would have never known. The silfae stopped over Grange and kicked him on his back. She looked up at Dixie. “Who killed him?”
Dixie gestured to Merrie.
Tabitha's gaze focused on Merrie. She gave a short nod. “Good job, love.”
Rendi rushed past Merrie and the bitches and sank to the ground next to Sable and Bass. She reached out and her hands glowed with magic. A moment later, she sighed. “Damn, she tore herself up badly. Shock, internal hemorrhaging, multiple lacerations, metal poisoning, and backlash.”
Bass tightened his grip around her.
Rendi pressed her hands against Sable's limp body. Healing runes appeared along her body; they were almost identical to the ones Borias used when Bass fucked Merrie's ass the first time.
“I'm losing her, Bass.”
Merrie shivered and clutched to the bitches, watching Bass' as his heart was torn by Sable's body.
He was sobbing over her, clutching her as he stroked her face. “Don't die on me, girl, please. I can't live without you.”
Tears ran down Merrie's face. She knew that he was telling the truth, the short emotions she shared with Sable when the alpha dominated her proved it. Merrie wanted to reach out for him, to comfort him. She could feel the raw emotions burning against her mind.
As a tingle coursed along her skin, Merrie gasped. She stared down through the mass of naked women to see a ghostly connection forming between her and Bass.
(Dixie!?)
Dixie's head snapped up. His eyes grew wide. (You're bonding!?)
Memories came rushing through her connection with Bass. It was filled with blood and violence. Battle after battle slammed into her and she sobbed at the intensity of it. It wasn't the cruelty of Grange, but an endless war. She saw creatures dying on Bass' bright sword and Tabitha's fangs. She remembered Rendi healing Bass. There was on brief moment of Tabitha wearing a dress and holding a frying pan, but it was blasted away with a single memory that haunted Bass for twenty years.
He was kneeling over a girl on a bed. Between her legs, a pool of blood was rapidly spreading as Bass looked down with horror. His cock, huge and swollen, dripped with the same crimson liquid. Shaking, Bass reached down and pressed his hands on her body, trying to summon the yellow-green healing power granted by his goddess. And nothing came.
Merrie sobbed at the sorrow tearing into her. She flailed at the bitches clawing at her, trying to escape. As she managed to pry one arm off her, two more came back. She was trapped. Merrie couldn't project with Bass' memories crashing into her. (Dixie! I can't get out!)
Dixie tried to dive into the mass, but he couldn't. Gasping, he pawed at Seven to shove him away. (I can't get to you. Damn it,) his thoughts grew fainter as he focused on Tabitha, (I need help, mistress!)
His connection to Tabitha grew bright as energy pulsed between them.
More memories slammed into Merrie as the connection grew brighter. It was years later, a thriban abandoned by his goddess. He was in the middle of another battle, fighting with his sword as he protected a dark-haired woman from bandits. It was Sable. And, to Merrie's surprise, there was a girl cowering next to Sable. The girl had the same dark hair and eyes as Sable, almost a mirror of her mother.
Merrie tore her thoughts from the memories. (Dixie, help!)
Sable moaned and pushed herself up. Fresh blood ran down her naked breasts as she braced herself against Bass' chest. She reached out with other hand, shaking violently.
Dixie and Tabitha both transformed into wolves and charged Merrie.
“Sable, no!” cried Bass. He wrapped his thick arms around Sable and tried to pull her back.
“Dominate,” gasped Sable and waved the stump of her arm. Threads of power shot out from Sable and into all of the bitches. As one, the naked women threw themselves away from Merrie as Tabitha's jaws crunched down on Merrie's suddenly exposed body. Teeth punctured her ribs and hips. Merrie's neck cracked from the impact. The pain disrupted the forming bond, but her heart remained connected to Bass.
Merrie sobbed as she watched Sable's eyes roll into her head and blood pour from her nose and ears. She slumped back as Bass' emotions tore through her and she felt something being torn out of his heart.
Bass clutched his alpha tightly, yelling wordlessly as he clutched to her.
And then Tabitha's second spell to effect. In a heartbeat, the wolf accelerated. The wind turned into a howling scream as the world blurred around her. Branches and rocks tore at Merrie's back, lacerating her. Something cracked and Merrie's view of Bass was obscured by a boulder shattering in a cloud of dust. Trees plummeted to the ground, shattered by the spell.
Even thought she couldn't see him, she could feel him. Terror of losing Sable burned through the connection as Bass called out to Sable. (Sable! Sable! Come on. Please don't leave me. Please, please…) The thoughts grew fainter with distance but the despair continued to burn bright along their connection.
She felt the connection between her and Bass grow thin and tight. She clutched it, desperate not to lose the connection she had to the master she couldn't help loving. But, as the trees whipped past her and branches tore at her back, the bond reached its limit and snapped.
Despair clutched her heart, squeezing her painfully. She let out a wail of pain and sorrow. She slumped down into Tabitha's giant jaws, not caring about the teeth that pierced her skin or the blood that stained her lips.