For every season of the year, the Meat Cutters District had a distinct smell. In winter, when Merrie first started, it was the smell of charcoal and burning flesh that greeted her on the first day of her job. At first, she thought the district was on fire, but the casual way everyone continued their lives set her at ease. It wasn't until later she found out that the district took three months to clean. They didn't use water and soap, but simply white-hot fire and then rebuilt the parts that couldn't survive the weeks of flames.

She didn't really understand why it took so long to clean the district, or why they used so much magic, until she saw her first abomination, a horrific creature that had somehow assembled itself from the raw body parts of slaughtered cattle and sheep using nothing but the pain of a million creatures being killed to feed the largest city in the country. It raged down the street, tearing apart storefronts and howling through a dozen ruined throats. Guards killed it, with sword and magic, just outside of Merrie's new place of business. The resulting explosion had shattered the windows of her apartment and painted the entire front of the building in blood and gore. The guild cleaned it up, but for a week in the dead of winter, it was very quiet in the district and only two whores were able to remain working: Scorch and herself.

Even though she abandoned her ratty shift, the cold didn't bother Merrie anymore. The only clothing she needed was the shifting black cloak that clung to her body. It moved as she needed, shielding her from the wind and peeling back to give potential customers a brief view of her naked breast, bare pussy, or her tail.

The cold in her bones also kept her protected from the icy wind. With most of the whores abandoning the district, she got more than enough fucking to use spells and she measured out her power to keep her warm and safe.

Merrie spent her nights with the beggars, sleeping in her box instead of the warm bed at the guild house. Despite being a member of the guild, complete a seal as the clasp to her cloak, she didn't feel welcomed after her first day. The submissives, ones like Barrel and Elf, clung to her with rapt fascination while others, including Scorch, snubbed her with their own discomfort of being affected by her orgasms.

The beggars, on the other hand, appreciated her presence. To help them, Merrie made a deal with Ratty to provide them food whenever they came to the store during the day, along with a large pot every night to enjoy together. She wish she could do more, but despite the steady stream of customers, it was hard to get rich off the poor.

She found a new rhythm to her life. Wake up and head to the guild for breakfast and a bath. Barrel or Elf would be there to help, including shaving her and the occasional blow job or fingering. Then, she would head back across town for a day of fucking before heading back to the alley.

Merrie didn't want to admit she was happy, but she was happier. The pang of her loss still hurt when she thought about it. At night, she dreamed of her master and woke up crying, but she had to survive. The intoxicating rush of pleasure staved back the despair and she enjoyed being able to use magic again, time keeping spells to show up on time and the ability to shade herself so she could crawl instead of walk across the city.

The only magic she couldn't figure out was how to transform into a dog again. She remembered the rush of having legs and claws, but she couldn't remember the strange half-spell. She wanted to experience it again, to feel fur tugging in the wind. Occasionally, while she was racing across the city, she imagined it was on four feet instead of a nearly naked woman crawling across the boardwalks.

Spring came with new smells. The burnt wood and flesh lingered in the cracks, but the first herds brought in the scents of living creature, manure, and fresh blood. It was the coppery sweet smell of blood that she drank in as she knelt on a planter just outside of the coffee shop. She found the flower pot a few weeks before, it was high enough to keep her breasts in view of the people and balancing on it emphasized her spread open legs with the hint of a pussy hidden underneath the cloak.

The wind nipped at her skin, but it came with the hint of warmth. It teased her senses and she opened up the cloak to let it ripple along her bare skin. Her nipple grew harder at the touch.

She felt a potential mark walking past and released the tension of the cloak. It slipped off her breasts, tugging on the nipple just as he was glancing at her. He got only a brief flash of rosy nipple before he was carried past her. Merrie didn't need to see him to feel him desperately looking back. In a few weeks, he would proposition Merrie for a quick lay. She already knew what would turn him on—sucking on his balls and licking his ass—but he needed to make the first step, otherwise he would shrink away. Merrie could feel the courage building and let it blossom with little flashes of tit and cunt.

She could wait.

Merrie opened up her mind further and pushed past the throb of discomfort. The river of people streaming came with a rush of power. She remained still and arched her back, breathing in the scents of humanity and slaughter. A thousand fantasies flowed in front of her, some of her but mostly of others.

“The point of being a whore,” muttered Scorch as he leaned against her planter, “is that you are suppose to get people to pay you for sex. Not just sit there like a dog and wait for someone to invite themselves.”

Merrie cocked her head toward him but didn't open her eyes. She didn't need to look at him, his dislike was fire against her skin. He would be frowning. She rocked her hips back and forth and took another deep breath, working her way around the soot and coal scent that clung around Scorch to breath in the scents. She loved the smell of people, the hidden hints of sex and excitement.

On the far side of the street, in the stream of workers heading into the district, she caught the drifting thought of someone interested in Scorch. It was a man who enjoyed the pain of burying his cock into an ass that seared him back. She smiled and opened her eyes to look at Scorch.

“What?” growled Scorch.

Merrie gestured to the far side of the street with her head.

Scorch's scowl deepened and he glanced across.

Merrie tugged on the mark's thoughts and their eyes meet. There was a flash of lust.

Next to her, Scorch growled as he glared at her. “I can find my own fucking marks.” He slapped at her, but Merrie shifted to the side and his hand swung through empty air. There was a flash of anger and fear, but then Scorch headed across the street as he put on his fake smile. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, both easily removed for a quick fuck in the alley or up in the apartment.

Merrie returned her attention to the workers leaving the district. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and wiggled her tail, rocking back and forth as she felt the attention of the works rolling off her. It was getting to the end of the shift change and the people who fucked her were usually the stragglers. They held back nervously, waiting for most people to leave the street before coming up to her. She smiled and inhaled, enjoying the shifting cloak as it pushed up her breasts and peeled away from her nipple.

A ripple of stunned excitement filled the crowd along with a flash of lust. There was a brief stumble as everyone had their steady life disrupted, but then she covered herself and people moved forward. The flash of lust would remain with them and she smiled at the thought of workers making love to their husbands and wives while thinking about her.

She amused herself as the crowds died down by delving into the minds of the people passing her. Each one was a potential fuck and she felt the hunger rising inside her. It had been almost an hour since a young man spent a day's pay to fuck her ass and the afterglow was barely an ember inside her body. She craved another orgasm before she gave up for the night.

A wave of power rolled over her as she felt a presence coming closer. It was invisible but penetrating as someone scanned the street telepathically. Reflexively, Merrie wrapped herself in the shade and let the probe slid over her. It felt familiar, crystalline and elegant, but barely kept in control.

Two women came walking around the corner, arm in arm as they spoke together cheerfully. They both caught Merrie's attention. The first was a slender blonde with brown eyes. She wore a stern suit and high heels, but she also had a city guard's seal hanging from a pendant above her cleavage. She was the source of the telepathic probe, but she made no sign that she was scanning the street before her.

The other guard was an older woman with closely cropped hair on the side and a long pony tail. She still wore the outfit of a street guard except that her sword was shifted back and bouncing off her ass instead of at her side where it would be ready to drawn.

Merrie knew both of them instantly: Gail and Tai. The woman Merrie uplifted to save innocent people and the guard who saved Merrie. Neither knew she was kneeling on the side of the boardwalk as they walked up.

Curious, Merrie reached for their minds.

Tai's was the easiest and Merrie dove into her thoughts. She was happy with Gail but still guarded that the telepath would read her mind. Ever since that fateful day, Gail never entered her mind, but Tai wasn't sure she would ever know.

Merrie pushed further, looking for the memories Tai had of her. She found them easily but she wasn't surprised that Merrie was one of Tai's hidden secret. In the days that passed, Tai remembered Merrie was the sweet, innocent thing that needed being saved. But, as fantasy took over, so did a lust for Merrie. Tai wanted Merrie to be thankful for her new life and be willing to let Tai lick and touch her whenever she wanted.

Warmth curled up from Merrie's pussy. Tai wasn't a submissive, but she wanted to be the one licking and touching, to be sweet and caring. When no one was looking and her hand was between her legs, Tai thought about Merrie. And Merrie was both flattered and turned on by the torch that Tai still held for her. They were only together for less than a hour, but the flame burned bright.

Heady with lust, Merrie pulled out of Tai's thoughts and delved into Gail's. The telepath had strong shields, as expected from someone used to working with her mind, but Merrie pierced through dark cracks in the crystalline brightness. Once inside, she spread out with the grace of a shadow, unseen and unexpected.

Gail's thoughts were structured and measured, like the beats of a clock. Everything was organized before she even started. She allocated the minutes of kissing before they both left their home, the hour of their lunch, and even the rate they were walking down the street to arrive just as the food was delivered. She saw the world in the crystalline perfection and strived to make it that way.

But deep beneath the order was the power that Merrie gave her to save the district. It was raw and chaotic and dark, like Merrie's master. It shifted uncomfortably in the crystalline cage and Gail was both afraid and enamored with its potential. It begged for her to let go of her order and do something unexpected, but she was afraid of it.

Merrie wanted more. She wanted to know what would turn on the telepath. She burrowed deeper into Gail's mind, searching out her lust. She found it in a little box, sealed up with shame and fear. Moving as gently as she could, Merrie forced her way into Gail's innermost lusts.

It was a massive dog of shadow and death. It looked like one of Merrie's pack, a Bel Dark hound, but the creature was larger and blurry as if it was made from pure shadows. Two eyes, the darkest of dark, stared out unblinking at Gail, but Merrie saw herself in the eyes. The dog was her and that was what both terrified and excited Gail.

Merrie pulled back and realized she was panting. Where Tai's unconsciousness turned Merrie on with her need, Gail's turned it on with fear. There was helplessness and hunger in the telepath's mind, a chaos that threatened to crack the shell she wore to the public.

With a start, Merrie realized she needed the two just as they needed her. She wanted to taste their bodies, to feel their skin. She wanted to be next to the warmth they felt for each other, but also to feel the lusts burning inside them. She craved to feel the fear and passion rise up and touch her own.

Prickling with excitement, she waited until they were closer. As they passed, she dropped the shade and drew their attention with her presence. It was subtle magic but Merrie was getting good at manipulating the minds around her.

As one, they stopped.

Merrie drew herself up, balanced on her knees and her wrists at her throat. She wagged her tail and cocked her ears. The broken one had been healed, but it still drooped no matter what she did. But, the look she gave was enough to bring a flash of recognition in Tai.

The female guard stepped toward her, her face pale. “G-Girl? Is that you?”

Merrie smiled broadly and barked loudly. The sound echoed off the walls.

Shocked, Tai reached out for her. “You're real? You're really there?”

Another bark.

“Honey,” said Gail, “who is this?” As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Merrie's. There was just the hint of recognition, not of the physical form but of the energy inside Merrie. Monk called it signature and Merrie knew that Gail was beginning to recognize Merrie as one that had given her power to save others.

“This is the dog girl I told you about.”

“Who?”

“The dog girl. I don't think she can talk, but…” Tai turned to her. “You don't remember again?”

Gail shook her head. In her head, there was no memory of Merrie or Tai ever speaking about the bitch. Even as Tai's words sunk in, Merrie saw a compulsion erasing the memory from Gail's thoughts. If they walked away right then, Gail would forget that Merrie ever existed.

Bringing everything together, Merrie connected every living being in the district to Gail. At the same time, she gave a single command, inescapable and overpowering. (Save them and forget.)

Merrie jerked at the memory. Gail couldn't remember her, because Merrie's spell wouldn't let her. The same spells that protected her master's grave from memory also shielded Merrie from the telepath's consciousness.

Tail let out a sigh. “I told you about her, I swear.”

Gail stepped up behind Tai and wrapped her arms around the fighter's waist. She rested her chin on the strong shoulder but continued to stare at Merrie. The hunger built in both of them as they both tried to find some way to encourage their lover to bring Merrie with.

Tai rested her hands on Gail's clasped fingers. “I wish people would believe me.”

Gail said nothing as she watched Merrie. She was drawn to Merrie but she didn't know why, but deep inside, the hidden memory of the shadow hound rose up and little flickers of terrified excitement flared to life. “She's pretty.”

“She's beautiful, Gail, I told you.”

“I think—”

Merrie tilted her body so the Whore's Guild mark flashed in the light. She drew the attention to it with a little twist of power.

“—that she wants to come home with us.”

The heat between Merrie's pussy grew hotter. She smiled and gave a confident bark. She squirmed and her tail thumped loudly against the side of the planter to emphasize her point. There was no question she was going home with them, but to see two women staring at her with lust excited her, even if Merrie had started the fires herself.

She crawled off the planter, using a nearby bench as a step. On the ground, the cloak wrapped around her until she was almost completely covered in darkness. With a smile, she crawled up between the two women and looked up with an expectant bark.

Tai looked at Gail. “Um, I wasn't… expecting that. How do we get her home?”

Gail looked around. “Hold on.” She closed her eyes and power rippled out from her. It was a repulsion spell, not quite as powerful as Merrie's shade but the same results. As the spell settled around them, the attention of people around them drifted away to leave them to walk in peace.

With a giggle, Gail tugged on Tai's arm. “Come on, let's hurry.”

They lived about a fifteen minute walk from Merrie's post. It was a fast walk, filled with anticipation as both women were lost in the thoughts of their own fantasies. Merrie crawled between them, enjoying the heat of their bodies and the whiffs of excitement that seeped through their clothes. She was slick herself, but that was her normal state since… as long as she could remember.

At a two-story brownstone, they stopped. It had a neat garden behind a brick wall and white painted shutters on the windows. Tai went first and unlocked the door before holding it open for the others.

Merrie crawled inside and took a deep breath. It smelled of oil and perfume. It was comforting and she couldn't help but smile. She knew that she could never stay, but for a brief moment, she could enjoy the idea of having a home again.

“You know,” said Tai as she closed the door, “we can do this, but we could get in trouble. Guards aren't suppose to get… um, girls like her.”

“Don't worry, no one saw us. I'm good enough for that.” Gail nervously giggled and tugged on her shirt. Neither looked down at Merrie.

“Um…” Tai glanced around. “Now what?”

Merrie grinned. After a few months, she was used to the first-time jitters. She could recall the memories from both guards. Taking charge, she reached over and clamped her mouth on Tai's trousers. With a playful tug, she drew her into the kitchen.

Gail remained behind, unsure of her own responses and struggling with a doubt that filled her.

In the kitchen, Merrie released Tai and crawled over to the stove. It was a simple one, a clay shelf with three metal plates on the top. A heating rune marked each one, along with a sensitive trigger to turn it on and off. Neither guard made enough for the adjustable ones, so each plate only had one setting but the sizes dictated the amount of heat they produced. Merrie knew on the back one had a tea kettle, so she got on her knees and reached over to tap it.

Tai stared in shock. “Tea? You want tea?”

Merrie settled back down and barked.

She stared at Merrie for a moment, as if unsure of the request, but then happiness blossomed inside her and the tension flowed away. “I can make tea, for the both of you.” Helping people was one of Tai favorite things and Merrie found the perfect way of getting her to concentrate on what she loved the most.

Merrie watched as Tai fill the pot. The tea was less important than the process of making it. It would help relax all of them. She got on her knees and wrists and crawled back to the front door. Halfway there, she paused. She had a flash of Kirin doing the same thing, acting as a healer for Merrie's mind just as Merrie was helping Tai. It was also the same thing Merrie did as a beggar, easing the minds that gave her money. She frowned and pushed it aside to think about later.

Gail was in the living room, sitting on the couch and wringing her hands together. Doubt and fear boiled in her thoughts, a dark cloud over the telepath's head. Her shields were strong enough to keep it in her head, but Merrie could feel it against her skin like a sandstorm.

Letting her body rustle the carpet, Merrie crawled over to the couch and crawled up on it. As she did, her cloak flowed just out of Gail's sight and sank partially into the cushion cracks. She stopped it as it reached the point Gail was comfortable with. Over the next few minutes, Merrie planned on slowly stripping more away while Gail wasn't looking.

Gail didn't look at her. Instead, she stared at the far end of the room with sweat beading her brow and her eyes flickering back and forth. Her small breasts rose and fell with her short breaths. Every time Tai set down a cup or flatware in the kitchen, she jumped.

Merrie glanced down to her hands, then took a double-take when she saw what looked like bite marks on the back of Gail's hand. There was no wound, but just two marks where some dog had bitten her. But, in her mind's eye, it was the shadow magic that seeped from the marks that caught her attention.

Curious, she reached out with the smooth end of her arm and rested it against the mark.

Gail jumped and pulled away, covering the tooth marks with her hands. “Oh! Don't worry about that. I got it about a year ago when… when…” Her eyes glazed as the memories welled up.

She was sitting at the dispatcher station with her hands on the crystal focusing globe. She struggled to keep her composure so the other dispatchers wouldn't notice, but she was trying to find Tai. Something was happening near her lover. As she expanded her probe through the shifting darkness that covered part of the city, she regretted every reading Tai's mind in a moment of doubt. It wasn't worth the fight and she didn't want the last words to be "I hate you!"

Whatever had swallowed up the district was nothing but a maelstrom of pain and agony. Her shields were being stripped away as fast as she could spin them and she was losing. A sob rose in her throat and the other dispatchers were beginning to notice.

She saw an image of some terrible beast, a demonic abomination of shadow. It lunged for her. She tried to yank her hands from the focusing crystal but four teeth slammed into her hand and pinned her into place. Alien thoughts battered against her sanity. It cracked her shields in an instant and she was laid bare to the inhuman mind that caught her as easily despite her years of training. She felt like a mouse in the hound's jaws, moments away from having her mind and body crushed into oblivion.

Gail shuddered and closed her eyes. She tore her thoughts away from the pain. Moments later, the compulsion spell rose up and began to erode at the fresh memories, dissolving them until there was nothing but a general feeling of disease.

Guilt hit Merrie and her ears drooped. She didn't mean to torture Gail that way. She reached out and slid her hand in between Gail's palms and brought the marked hand up to her mouth. Looking up at Gail, Merrie kissed the mark. She couldn't remove the mark any more than she could remove the memories, but she could at least apologize for the pain.

Sniffing, Gail watched her. The memories faded from her mind. “I-I never did this before, um, what do I call you? ‘Girl’ seems wrong.” She giggled nervously.

Merrie thought for a moment. Since she couldn't give a name, everyone came up with a different name. She was known as Bitch, Slut, Fuck Hole, Ears, and Cunt. Everyone called her different things and no label ever stuck. She was reminded of her master's words, to never give an anchor with a name. She thought for a moment, reaching out to both Tai and Gail's mind. She followed various associations they had with her appearance. Both of them thought her cloak looked like lace against her skin and she got a name for the two guards.

Looking up, she pointed to a lace tablecloth on an end table.

“Cloth?”

Merrie shook her head and tapped the edge.

“Lace?”

She nodded and barked.

“Lace?” Gail played with the word for a moment. “How about Black Lacy?”

Responding to Merrie's happiness, her tail wagged faster.

“Black Lacy, I like that.” Gail's tension eased for a moment.

Merrie brought her hand back up and kissed the marks. Gail's hands were soft and perfumed, with manicured nails that were maintained with the same precision she carried out her life. Merrie thought they were perfect and kissed up to the fingertips and back down.

“I-I…”

Knowing that the words would come out eventually, Merrie continued to plant little kisses down Gail's palm. Her lips caressed the lines before working her way down to Gail's slender wrist.

“I've never done this before and I'm… I'm afraid that she's going to fall for you, Lacy.”

Merrie glanced up but continued to kiss.

“She's been talking about you for months. An obsession, but no one remembers you. You don't exist. But, what if she leaves me for you? What if I'm not good enough?”

Merrie shook her head. She could feel the doubt boiling inside Gail, the insecurities cracking through her ordered world. Gail hated herself for almost losing Tai once, but she still dreaded that Tai would leave her for someone who needed her more.

“Why am I tell you this?”

With a soft smile, Merrie balanced on her knees and used both arms to pull Gail's hand to her chest. She worked her way down the cuff of Gail's jacket.

“Oh!” Gail blushed and used her free hand to unbutton the jacket. Merrie released her other hand so Gail could slip it off. Underneath the black jacket, Gail wore a silk blouse that clung to her bare breasts. Two nipples stuck out through the shimmering fabric, little peaks that begged to be sucked.

Merrie let out a soft moan and slid her arms up Gail's flanks to cup her breasts. She leaned into her, rubbing her body along Gail's and forcing the woman to rotate enough to lay back on the couch.

In a position of dominance, Merrie kissed Gail's belly, then up between the valley of her breasts, to the woman's collar. She knew that Gail ached to have her nipples sucked on, but Merrie wanted to kiss her lips first. As she moved, she straddled her lover's hips and sank down. Her tail battled against Gail's legs as she settled into place.

“I-I—” Excitement warred with fear as Gail tried to talk. “Shouldn't we wait for Tai?”

Merrie nipped Gail's collar, right at the sensitive spot above the bone. The respond was immediate, an inhalation of air and a shiver that rocked against Merrie's body.

The cloak slipped off Merrie and retreated for the darkness underneath the couch. It wasn't needed anymore and Merrie wanted to feel the rasp of the suit, the slickness of the silk, and Gail's flesh against her own skin.

Merrie nipped again. At the same time, she let just a hint of the darkness bubble up. It wasn't enough for despair or sorrow, but it resonated with the part of Merrie inside Gail, the little box of secret desires.

Gail tensed up as her breath quickened. Part of her was afraid, but the other was focusing on the pleasure Merrie gave with the little nips and the soft skin against her own. Gail had enjoyed many lovers before, but none since she met Tai. The newness was a raw excitement that send quivers of heat trembling through Merrie's body.

Shifting forward, Merrie followed the line of Gail's jaw up to her chin and then to her lips. The touch of their kiss was electric and Gail's body thrust up against Merrie's.

“I—”

A kiss.

“—should wait—”

A little nip and Merrie kissed into Gail's moan.

“—for Tai.”

Merrie didn't stop. She could feel Tai watching from the kitchen, stroking herself through her panties. She had already lost her trousers, but she didn't want to interrupt the moment. The words that drifted from Gail were an aphrodisiac for the other guard, the feeling of being needed was almost as exciting as watching the two women on her couch.

Settling higher up, Merrie cupped Gail's head between her arms and kissed harder. She let the mental images drift into Gail's head, of the shadow hound, at the same time she prevented Gail from fighting.

The response was immediate, an excited helplessness. Gail's body grew hot as she exhaled into Merrie's mouth, a soft little puff of air mixing in with a moan. Her body squirmed underneath Merrie's but she was fantasizing that Merrie was a softer, safer form of the creature that both terrified and excited her. Even Gail didn't know they were the one and the same. The thin veneer of pretending was enough to send excitement radiating from Gail's heart.

Merrie exhaled with just a hint of a growl. The feeling of power she had over Gail was intoxicating, almost as much as submitting. She growled and kissed harder, enjoying the flash of pleasure and the tiny orgasms that rippled through Gail's mind.

(Please don't be real. Please don't stop.) Gail's thoughts drifted through Merrie's mind, followed by a ripple of discomfort. Merrie ignored the pain and continued to impress the hint of the creature without becoming it. It was a balancing act because every pleasure brought a sympathetic clench of Merrie's pussy. And the pleasure pushed back the despair that Merrie was using to turn Gail on.

A rustle of fabric caught Merrie's attention. She felt Tai kneeling on the couch, naked and excited. The guard ran her hands along Merrie's buttocks, exploring the junction of her tail and down her thighs. She was focused on Merrie's soaked pussy but she wanted to see Gail's sex also.

Merrie lifted her hips to give Tai access to her lover. The new position pressed their lips together even harder and Merrie took advantage to aggressively kiss her, balancing on the knife edge of pleasure and terror.

Gail whimpered into the kiss. Her arms snaked around to clutch at Merrie's head. Her fingers ran through the blonde hair until she reached Merrie's ears. The touch against the sensitive ridges was enough to push Merrie over the edge and she sank into the rush of an orgasm filling her body.

She regained her senses moments later just as Tai was pulling the last of Gail's suit pants off her hips and down her legs. Merrie glanced down to see Gail's sex, furred with dark brown hair and lips peeking through the thatch. She smiled and lowered her hips back down, until their pubic bones were resting against each other.

Behind them, Tail let out a hungry moan and stretched out on the couch. Inching forward, she grabbed Merrie's tail for balance and kissed the sensitive folds right below Merrie's asshole.

Merrie moaned which continued into a long gasp as Tai ran her tongue down the length of her slit and then fell down to Gail's sex. She lapped deep before coming back up, crossing over the thin gap of the two pussies, before running her tip along Merrie's shaved slit.

Underneath, Gail spread her legs further apart with a gasp. She gasped for air, wordlessly crying for more.

Merrie let Gail's efforts part her own legs. She caught Gail's head and kissed her again, harder and faster. Their lips ground against each other as did their breasts. Their nipples were separated by only the thin fabric of Gail's blouse but there was no room to pull away the offending cloth.

Tiny orgasms coursed through both of them, each one a ripple in a stream. Merrie knew there was more in Gail, but it was slow to come out. She broke the kiss and worked her way down to Gail's throat, kissing along her neck. As she did, she kept the mental image in the telepath's thoughts, of a shadowy hound pressing against her.

“P-Please,” whispered Gail, “don't hurt me.”

Merrie worked her mouth along the junction of Gail's neck and shoulder, a sensitive spot that brought the most pleasure to the slender woman. She could feel the fear and excitement swirling together inside Gail, boiling to the edge of orgasm but not able to push over through the crystalline bounds of control.

With a grin, Merrie opened her mouth and pressed her teeth against Gail's skin. It was hot and perfumed, sweet and salty. The sharp edges of her teeth caressed the skin and Gail lurched up into her, almost reaching an orgasm she could never admit to wanting.

“P-Please?”

Below, Tai was lapping harder at both of their sexes. Merrie's thighs were coated not only with her own juices, but Tai's saliva, and Gail's excitement. It was hot and slick and the strong tongue coming back to her clitoris was enough to push her closer to the edge.

Gail whimpered. “Don't be real. Please don't hurt me.” Her whispers were too soft for Tail to understand. It was desperate and crying, a hunger for more and a release from the secrets that she couldn't tell anyone.

Merrie reached out with her mind. (I will never hurt either of you.) And she bit down, not enough to break flesh, but just to use the brief flash of pain to set off the orgasm boiling inside Gail.

With a scream, Gail's mind exploded with pleasure. It was bright and sparkling, like a crystal exploding. It slammed against Merrie's shields and she let it pass through, letting the wash of an orgasm reach deep into her mind and set off her own ecstasy.

Merrie's orgasm was a dark hole compared to Gail's explosion of light. It was sweet and choking, a void that darkened the brightness. And deep inside it, the illusion that Merrie wasn't the shadowy hound cracked. The fear and excitement doubled and Gail was thrown into another crest of pleasure.

Her cries filled the room as the pleasure reflected off the two telepaths. Merrie took it and pushed it back. Gail shoved back and it snowballed between the two them, growing more intense as their bodies were consumed by it.

Soon, Merrie realized she was about to come hard enough to set off the city. The events at the guild stopped her and she thought furiously, or tried to through the pleasure. Moving frantically, she imagined a dark crystal and formed it into her mind. Desperate not to set off orgasms across the entire city, she poured her pleasure until the mental crystal glowed blackly with her ecstasy.

Underneath her, Gail began to sob. It was cries of pleasure and a release of something she didn't understand. She jerked violently and there was a spray of hotness from between Merrie's legs. It soaked Tai's face as the other guard lapped at Gail's pleasure, drowning in the flavor and heat.

Merrie lost herself as she stared the spell in her head. Somehow, she had trapped her orgasm inside a mental construct, a battery of sorts. She could feel the pleasure radiating from it, but the bulk of the ecstasy was trapped inside the spell. It felt raw but there was excitement as she wondered what it could be used for.

She slipped off as Tai crawled up. The older guard settled herself down on Gail, holding her weight on her arm and knee. She was naked but Gail still had her silk blouse covering her heaving breasts.

Gail panted for breath and kissed Tai's sticky lips. “I love you.”

Tail kissed her back. “I love you too.”

Basking in their love, Merrie settled down and wagged her tail. She wasn't in a hurry to leave but she loved seeing them lost in each others eyes.

(Lacy?) Gail's thoughts reached out tentatively, as if she wasn't sure she heard Merrie the first time. When Merrie opened herself up, Gail asked, (Do you have to leave?)

Merrie shook her head. (I'm here for as long as you need.)

(I think Tai would like to come too. She likes her asshole licked.) Mixing in with the thoughts is the distaste for going near any rectum, much less Tai's.

(As long as you need,) Merrie repeated and her tail wagged faster, (and to do whatever you want.)

Gail kissed her lover tightly. She was staring into Tai's eyes but her mind was on Merrie. (You won't take her from me, will you?)

Merrie shook her head.

(I won't remember this, will I? That you are a telepath, that you're real.)

A spell was already forming in Merrie's mind. It was elegant and specific as the calligraphic words spread out across her thoughts. (She will never leave you and you will always remember that.)