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On her way to work, Merrie was kidnapped off the streets of Franome City
by a thriban named Bass. It didn't take long before she found out her
fate: to be broken, trained as a puppy sex slave, and sold to the
highest bidder. But, what started as a journey of terror became
something else when she found magic in her submission and a destiny that
went far beyond a mere slave.

Puppy Mill 34: Bitched Out
by t'Sade

Sable may be dead or dying but Merrie is helpless to do anything.
Instead, she wakes up next to the place where everything changed for
her, where she was cropped. And her only companion is Dixie and the
alpha has something he has to say.

(MF D/s magic)

**

(Merrie, wake up!) Dixie's annoyed thoughts prickled with concern.

She groaned as she struggled to claw herself to consciousness. She
didn't remember falling asleep or passing out, but the last she
remembered wailing in despair as the bond broken. Merrie tried to open
her eyes, but she couldn't. Her lids felt like lead and she groaned with
the effort. (Dixie?)

(Wake up later, I need you to scan now.)

(What happened?)

Impatience blasted through her. (Your shields were leaking and we
couldn't scan the wards with you sobbing all over. So my mistress
knocked you out.) A heartbeat later, he continued wryly, (the
regeneration charm finished healing you a bit ago. We managed to shove
your guts back in your belly though.)

The image Dixie projected of her broken, limp body with a torn open
abdomen bolted Merrie out of her struggles. She sat up with a scream.
Pain radiated from her tail and she leaned to the side to get it out
from underneath her as she pawed at her own stomach.

There was blood along her sides, where Tabitha's teeth pierced her
sides. More blood splattered her from the battle, but there was no sign
of the image Dixie projected.

She glared at him and Dixie smiled to himself.

(It got you up, didn't it?) He was in wolf form again, with blood
matting his fur. He gestured to Tabitha who circled around them
impatiently as she scanned the woods and growled. (Now, I need you to
scan the area. And watch when my mistress tests her wards, we need to
see if there are more attackers.)

Stunned by the sudden change in mood, she nodded.

A heartbeat later, the web of connections rippled out from Tabitha.

(Pay attention, Merrie.)

Merrie closed her eyes and cast out with her senses. She felt along the
web of energy, watching as the tiny pulses came rushing back.
Concentrating, she pick out each response, looking for the faked
signature she felt before. They were all Tabitha and Merrie could find
no sense of strangers in the magic.

(Again,) ordered Dixie with hints of Tabitha's voice mixing with his.

Tabitha sent out another pulse and Merrie inspected the energy as it
came back. Nothing but Tabitha's power.

Before Dixie could order her, Merrie cast out her own senses. She was
looking for non-bitches, just like before, and the energy rippled out
from her. Tiny echoes, animals and Tabitha, bounced back, but otherwise
it was silent. (I don't feel anything.)

Tabitha stopped and then jumped over Merrie. Merrie spun around as she
watched the giant wolf vaulted over the wooden fence that marked the
edge of the mill and charged for a large tree. Instead of crashing into
it, the wolf disappeared with a slurp and was gone.

(She's getting Borias,) explained Dixie, (they need healers desperately.)

Merrie gasped as she spun back on Dixie. (Sable!?)

Dixie's body was just finished blurring and he was once again the small,
naked male as before. His bright eyes focused on Merrie as he projected.
(It's only been a few minutes since you last saw her. She isn't better.)

(Is she alive?)

Dixie shrugged. (Too early to tell. She did what she had to, even though
she knew it could kill her.)

Tears burned in Merrie's eyes. She choked back a sob.

(Don't do that,) Dixie shot back while scratching his nose. He knelt in
front of her, legs spread and tiny penis bobbing with his movements.

(But, this was all my fault!) The tears ran down her cheeks.

(Yes,) came the simple, deadpanned response.

(Thorn died because of me.)

(He was killed because he was in Grange's way. In battle, shock and fear
is the best way to win a fight. Grange used Thorn simply to keep all the
non-fighters out of the fight. Besides, Thorn was young and annoying.)

Merrie stared at Dixie for a long moment, struggling with the
dispassionate thoughts he projected.

Dixie sniffed and looked around. (Listen. I just slaughtered twenty
warriors with my teeth and claws. I have the blood of their throats
still on my tongue.) His eyes glittered as he scanned the woods to the
right. (In my life, I have killed thousands. I waged a war against a
country, only to have it taken away from me because of someone I
trusted. Those men knew they could die simply because Grange hired them
to simply slow me down.)

(But, Thorn-)

(Do you remember what Bass said the first show?) A memory rose up, of
Bass speaking as Tabitha loomed behind him. ("... but I promise this, we
will never hurt you...")

Sniffing, Merrie nodded.

(When any of the trainers came to the mill, they had to make a promise
to protect the pack with their lives.)

(But, Grange didn't.)

(And he died because of it. It just took a few days.)

(And Thorn?)

Dixie sighed and flicked his balls with one finger. (Thorn probably
would have turned tail and run as soon as those warriors showed up. He
was in it for the sex and nothing else. He was weak. And,) his lip
pulled back, (after all this fighting is done, me and my mistress would
have hunted him down and make sure he never broke a promise again.)

Merrie shivered at the intensity of Dixie's emotions. (Why?)

(No one hurts the pack.)

She had to look away to avoid Dixie's bright eyes. She stared into the
forest, trying to orient herself. She found her eyes focusing on the
fence and realized she knew where she was. It was the same section
Tabitha had cropped her. She could even see the patch of red-stained
grass where her hands and feet were ripped off. The memory of being
fucked by the giant wolf came creeping up through her thoughts. A shiver
of pleasure filled her. The half-remembered pain and pleasure gathered
in her depths, searing at her insides as she let out a long shuddering
breath. She had become less than human only a few meters away.

She frowned as she looked for the stake with her name on it. (Where is it?)

(Behind you.)

Merrie turned around and peered through the grasses. There was a fresh
stake in the center of a clearing. She could see words carved on them,
but she knew what they would say. Shivering, she got on her knees and
wrists and crawled over.

"Happy Cunt" and a date on one side and "Merrie" on the other.

(She named you even though we aren't keeping you.)

(Why?) She wiped a sudden tear from her eye.

Jealousy tinged his thoughts. (Because she fell for you.)

She sniffed and gave him a slight smile. (What about you?)

(I can't wait until you leave.) Dixie looked away but she could sense a lie.

She turned back to her stake. She stroked it with the severed end of her
arm, a reminder that she had been torn apart only a few meters away. She
shivered as a droplet of her excitement ran down her thigh.

Merrie looked for Dixie's stake, but couldn't find it. (Where is yours?)

(My mistress moved it to where I finally submitted.) Merrie got a sense
of distance, at least a hundred kilometers away and on top of a cliff.
There was a storm of emotions attached to his submission. He kept them
to himself, but Merrie knew she felt a similar maelstrom when she looked
at the blood-stained ground.

(Why was it here?)

(Some things must not be forgotten.)

She remembered what Borias said when she was spying on them. She looked
at the ground and felt a hint of energy buried deep beneath the ground.
It was bright and searing, but hidden far below her. (Bass' holy symbol?)

(Yes.)

(Why didn't he destroy it when-) She didn't know what happened. (When he
fell?)

(Bass was the strongest paladin Lemitri had ever had. Every promise he
made to her was whispered over it. Every time he defended someone or
killed in her name, it was around his wrist. He fought three gods in her
name, and killed an avatar with that symbol. It has accumulated and
gathered his faith until had become a relic in itself.)

Merrie felt ashamed and didn't know why.

Dixie sighed and crawled over to her. He looked at the stake, then
reached out to straighten it. (It all comes down to promises. Destroying
that symbol would have broken every promise he made to her. You saw what
happened when he breaks a promise, now imagine breaking thousands at
once. It would kill him. So, instead of dying in a single act of
defiance, he buried it and pretended it doesn't haunt him every time he
wakes up.) He chuckled and his large ears twitched. (Pathetic, really.
He couldn't take the heroic death.)

Merrie glanced over to him. (Then why didn't you die heroically, Warlord
of Blood River? Why are you naked and someone's bitch?)

Dixie glanced at her, a glare on his face. Slowly, it faded into
sadness. (I'm pathetic too, when you get down to it. But, unless you
want your ass raped again-)

Merrie clenched at the memory. Her pussy grew wetter with the thought of
being pinned helplessly to the ground. It was a seductive thought, to
surrender and roll over, to pretend she was nothing but a simple bitch
again. She took a long, deep breath. She couldn't ever go back.
Regarding Dixie, she was surprised to see not even a shred of magic
around his frame. (I thought you couldn't transform?)

(Before my mistress, I was a fighter. No magic, no powers. To transform,
I need my mistress' powers much like Sable. But where Sable can tap into
her own personal stores,) a bit of jealousy tinged his thoughts, (I have
to gather a reservoir of power. Obsidian disrupts that and I burn
through power too fast.) He shrugged, (When my mistress is here, I pull
directly from her.)

Merrie smiled and inched forward. She ran her lips along his tiny
shoulder and kissed him. (And you like being a wolf.)

Dixie pulled back and guarded his thoughts.

She sat on her rear with her tail free to wag, and stared at the tiny
man in front of her. He was older than her, probably a lot older, but he
still looked like a little boy. Dixie's gaze went from one side of the
woods to the other, scanning warily even though it was safe.

(What's-) Merrie stopped when she felt Dixie wasn't listening. He was
shielding against her and the soft, spongy feel of his mental defenses
were disturbingly like a wall of bloody flesh.

Turning away, she lowered herself to the ground. The grasses tickled her
naked breasts and teased her pussy as she settled down. She tried to ask
Dixie a question again, but he still refused to listen. Annoyed, she
pushed harder against his shield and felt it give.

She pulled back, not wanting to probe. But, without someone to talk
about, she kept reliving the sight of seeing Sable using her domination
ability and blood pouring from her ears and eyes. It could have killed
her and Merrie was helpless to do anything to stop or prevent it. If she
didn't freeze, maybe Sable would still be safe.

Merrie tore her thoughts away from the dark spiral she was heading into.
Desperate not to think about Sable, she concentrated on exploring
Dixie's shields. It was a puzzle but something she could do. She could
feel how he used his own anger and violence around himself, protecting
his mind with the indifference of years and the jaded mind of a warrior.
She found places where the shield was weaker, like the spot where two
blankets overlapped to let in the cool air. She closed her eyes and
began to worm her way into his thoughts.

(... isn't good at all. She's about ready to bond with anything with a
heartbeat. Why can't that damn fair be sooner? At this rate, she'll
start bonding with the other bitches and we can't have it. It would ruin
her... ruin all of them. Damn it, why did he have to find another alpha?
Why does she have to have magic too? I can't let her stay, I can't have
her get my mistress. I like her, though. Damn it, Irontail, you can't
fall for her. She's a human, she's nothing...)

Dixie's inner thoughts were raw and visceral. He played back the battle
from his point of view, relishing the blood but also picking apart every
jump and every attack. He was trying to figure out how to kill the men
faster. He blamed himself for Sable also. And underneath everything,
there was a current of sexuality, a desire to fuck or be fucked.

Surprisingly, his inner turmoil helped Merrie relax. He was scared like
her, but he was confidence in his own skills and his mistress. Dixie
would protect her--did protect her--when someone tried to hurt her and
she didn't have the worlds to thank him. She nestled up to his thoughts,
not really listening to them, but just basking in his presence. It was a
balm against her own ragged fears.

She smiled and shifted in place. Her leg brushed against the stake and
she took to exploring it with the end of her ankle, enjoying the feel of
the rough wood. She couldn't remember being cropped anymore, the pain
had already faded, but the idea of being pinned to the ground and having
her hands and feet torn off brought back the warm slickness between her
legs.

Dixie's thoughts cut through her musing sharply. (You're in here, aren't
you? Reading my thoughts?)

Merrie tensed but didn't open her eyes. Her tail pressed hard against
the ground and she felt a shiver of fear coursing along her veins. She
squirmed slightly and tried to calm her suddenly rapid breath.

(Why?)

Merrie cracked open her eye to see Dixie glaring at her. (It was
comforting.)

(You broke into my shields for comfort?)

She cringed. (I'm scared. I didn't know what to do.)

(Grow a pair of fucking balls, then.) His anger tore at her. (You're an
alpha. This is what your life now. Get used to it. There is always going
to be blood and violence. Unless you get a weak-willed master like
Piffin, your master's fights are your fights. He will be attacked and
you will defend. You'll do it because it is what you'll have to do,
because you want to save him. But if you go wandering around and acting
like some spoiled princess, I'm going to rip out your throat right here
and prevent you from wasting some master's time!)
Merrie whimpered at the assault of his thoughts. She pressed herself to
the ground tightly, unable to escape his mental diatribe.

(You were given these powers for a reason, but all you do is crawl
around on your belly and be pathetic. You have telepathy, you can
project. You have magic that I wished I had almost every day of my life
and you are just using it for a bit of sex and turning on some fucking
submissives! And at the first sign of violence, you pee yourself and
crawl on your belly! You aren't any better than Thorn, but at least you
didn't run away so I could have hunted you down!)

Tears ran down her cheeks. (I-I-)

(Exactly! You aren't a fucking alpha. You're nothing but a submissive
little bitch. You don't deserve anything you have and if it wasn't for
my mistress, I would have broken my collar and slit your throat in your
sleep!)

She sobbed. Her arms pawed at the ground as she gathered up her own
anger. Trembling, she pushed herself to her knees. (You weren't always a
warrior, Irontail!)

He froze as memories came drifting through her thoughts. He was a young
man when he earned the name. It was also the first day one of his
tribe's wolves let him ride.

Panting, she shoved forward. (I bet you weren't always the great fighter
you are today, were you?) As she projected, she slammed into his
thoughts, forcing her way in to prove the point she knew was there.

A raw memory came up, of a tiny Dixie screaming. He was crouching on a
tree limb, looking down at a battle. Tiny Copir fought with humans and
blood stained the snow crimson. It was an evenly matched battle, with
the Copir and their wolves attacking humans while trying to push them
away from the giant tree house they called home.

But, Dixie's eyes were locked on one fight. At the foot of the tree, a
female Copir was struggling with a woman warrior. It was Dixie's mother
and she was losing. Blood soaked her face as she parried desperately
with a curved blade. Sparks rang off as the female warrior slammed down
again and again, pounding her into the ground.

Then, the warrior got in a lucky blow and her blade slammed into Dixie's
mother, severing her arm. Blood splattered out as the tiny Copir let out
a high-pitched scream.

And it was answered by a scream from across the battle. Dixie snapped
his head around to see a dark haired Copir abandon one battle to race
toward Dixie's mother. It was his father, Steel Eyes. He slashed through
humans as he clawed to save Dixie's mother.

Tears ran down Dixie's face as he watched the woman warrior smile with
triumph. She brought up her blade and the blood ran down the edge of steel.

Dixie could have done something, he could have tried, but he remained
clutching the tree. Helpless as he watched a human stab his mother in
the throat and twist the blade to finish the kill.

Steel Eyes was too late, but he took out his revenge. His blade came up
between the woman's legs and buried deep. With a word that refused to be
remembered, he set off a spell and the woman exploded from the inside in
a dull thump of power.

(Stop!) Dixie's thoughts slammed into Merrie. He staggered forward, then
slapped her hard across the face. "Don't ever do that!"

Agony spreading from the impact, Merrie crawled back. She stopped when
the stake pressed against her sex. (I'm sorry!)

With a start, she realized her skin was tingling. (W-What happened?)

(You were in my... shit, you were bonding.)

She felt a wrenching sensation as Dixie cut her off with a twist of his
mind. It was like all the pain and distance used to break the bond
before hit her at the same time. The empty feeling slammed into her and
she gasped for breath as a moan ripped from her throat.

When she could breathe again, she projected, (How!? You're an alpha.)

(You're a fucking supernatural submissive! How do you think it
happens!?) Dixie let out a snarl as his anger burned her mental senses.
"Fuck," grumbled Dixie as he slumped down, the telepathic connection
breaking with his vocalized word.

(I-)

"No telepathy," he snapped.

Merrie whimpered. She couldn't speak to him, couldn't ask questions. She
wanted to apologize, even as the tingling faded along her skin. She felt
empty, a hole that would never be filled. Curling up, she clutched
herself and sobbed.

"Damn the ancestors." A tiny hand rested on her shoulder. "Speak" His
voice was calmer, but the anger still raged inside, "There, now you can
ask your annoying questions. But, no more projecting, no more thoughts,
okay? No more bonding."

Head buried against her knees, Merrie nodded.

Dixie took a deep breath. He withdrew his hand and Merrie listened to
him shifting in place. Then, the rustle of grasses stopped. She peeked
through her hair to see him lying on the ground, on his back and staring
at the sky.

"It's fucked up, isn't it? I was one of the greatest warriors and now
I'm someone's bitch. All because I'll die if I lost my mistress."

"Die?"

He chuckled and stretched out. "Cancer can't be healed by magic. It
takes a miracle of the gods to cure it and I haven't made any friends up
there," he gestured to the sky. "The only reason I'm alive is because of
the bond between me and my mistress. My life has been tied in with hers.
When she dies, I'll die. Much like Sable and," he looked at her with sad
eyes, "you'll die when your master passes on. Alphas live as long as
their master and no longer. The same with familiars, actually."

Merrie shivered at the memories of Borias' Cici dying. "Why?"

He shrugged. "You give everything to them. Your heart, your soul, your
love. They become your entire world and then," he paused for a moment,
"you stop feeling the collar one day. You just love them with all your
heart and there is no more conditions, no hesitation. You," he sniffed,
"just find yourself in this place where you don't think, you just are.
When I bonded," his voice grew soft, "I couldn't fight her anymore. I
didn't growl when I had to go on my knees and I gave up my ass to anyone
she wanted, because she..." He gulped. "I would die for her."

Dixie stopped speaking but Merrie couldn't find the energy to say
anything. She slumped down on the grass and watched the Copir as he
stared at the sky. The buzz of insects teased her senses and she felt a
butterfly land on her back.

"Sable," Merrie jumped at his words, "told me that she warned you off.
That you would kill Bass if you bonded."

"Is-" she hesitated to see if the collar would punish her, but it
didn't. "Is it true?"

Dixie shook his head. "Yes and no. Bonding with Bass would be the
greatest thing in your life. And for five, maybe ten years, you would be
happier than you had ever been."

"What happens in ten years?"

"He's an old man, Merrie. Thriban usually live past forty and he's
almost sixty."

Merrie frowned. Bass didn't look like an old man.

"Having magical healing most of your life slows down the aging, but the
threads of your span are measured the day you are born. No magic can
prevent that final death, only necromancy. And even that," he scratched
his nose again, "would break the bond between them. Sable knows that.
You are too young to bond to Bass."

"She isn't that..." Merrie was going to say "old" but she remembered
that Sable had a daughter. "How old is she?"

"Forty-nine, I think."

"But she looks like she's in her twenties."

Dixie chuckled. "Part of the bond with alphas is our appearance. We look
as old as our masters want us to be. It isn't fast or sudden, not like
shape-changing, but as the years past, we become their ideal form. Sable
remained cropped because Bass wants her to be. I'm not cropped even
though my mistress ripped off my arms and legs on that cliff," his voice
grew softer, "eight years ago."

"What's it like," whispered Merrie, "to bond?"

Dixie rolled on his side to look at her. "I can't explain it other than
to say, it feels like letting go. Before you bond, that won't make
sense, and after it will, but then it's too late. Don't worry about it,
it will happen soon enough."

She worried her lip and lifted her head. "What is going to happen to me?"

"I don't know. You almost bonded with me. I think you are about to reach
your potential, which means the fair can't come soon enough. I suspect,
there is going to be some very hard questions asked in the next day and
someone," he pointed to her, "is going to be very miserable until they
decide."

Merrie shivered. "What's going to happen to me?"

"No idea, but I'm guessing you're going back in the cage. Borias can
shield that, at least."

She whimpered. "I hate that thing. I get so horny and I can't come."

"And it will be worse. The more you mature as an unbonded alpha, the
more anyone with even a hint of dominance over you will trigger the
bonding. If Seven mounts you or Cock Diver pins you in play, you'll
reach out for them. If we let it go long enough, you'll bond to anything
with a coherent thought in their head. A cage has no thoughts, no
emotions. You can't bond to it."

"I'm scared."

"I know, but just another week or so. Just a few more days and you'll be
sold."

"I can't take a week of the cage."

He smiled. "Yes, you can."

The memory of the cage, the torturous pleasure that refused to crest,
rose up. She bumped up against her stake, stroking it like a bar of the
cage. Her pussy lips clung to the rough wood and the edge of the stake
ground against her clitoris.

Dixie watched her hump the stake for a moment, then rolled onto his back
again. He closed his eyes.

"Dixie?"

"Yes, Merrie?"

"I'm sorry for reading your thoughts." She continued to rub as she
watched him.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. And if you tell anyone, I'll kill you."

Nothing was said for long minutes. Merrie continued to slide herself up
and down the stake. It grew wet with her juices. She knew she couldn't
come, but the pleasure was the only comfort that she knew.

"I know," she looked up as Dixie smiled, "if you weren't in danger of
bonding and I could transform, I'd be raping your ass right now instead
of you polishing your stick."

She chuckled but didn't stop moving. "You like my ass?"

"I've always been an ass man.... I'm at the right height. And a pretty
set of lips. Pussy is okay, but if I'm not getting any, might as well
ignore it."

"You never fucked Tabitha?"

"Before Borias," he sighed, "she wouldn't let a cock in her body."

"Not even a blow job?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Not my story."

Merrie had grown slick with her thoughts. She smiled to him. "Want to
fuck my ass?"

"I can't transform."

"So?"

"I'm not very large."

She grinned. "Then I won't feel like you're dominating me, will I?"

Dixie turned to glare at her.

"I won't bond, right?" Merrie tried to look innocent but she grew hot
with the idea of being fucked. She stroked the stake between her legs,
grinding down until the wood scraped against her throbbing clitoris.

"No."

"Come on," she beckoned for him, "You need to fuck."

"No."

Merrie slumped, disappointed. She stared at the grasses in front of her
face and her thoughts grew darker. "I wonder if Sable is okay. She was
bleeding-"

"I'll fuck your ass," growled Dixie, "if you shut up."

Merrie lifted her body to look at him. As much as there was a glare on
his face, she could feel that he needed to relieve the edge of
anxiousness that he felt. She smiled. "You're worried to?"

"Seriously, let me fuck your ass so you'll shut up." He crawled to his
hands and knees.

Merrie's tail began to wag. The low simmer in her pussy grew hotter as
she watched the tiny silfae crawl over to her. His body was tiny and
hairless, like a boy's, but she knew he was older than her.

As he crawled past her head, she was inspired and grabbed him. Her arms
wrapped around his hips and she crossed her wrists at his tail.

(What the-?)

Merrie giggled as she pulled him close. She delved her head underneath
his hips and lifted her mouth to his cock. (I want to taste it.)

Dixie let out a long, suffering sigh, but his cock grew with his own
excitement.

She licked her lips, then lowered her mouth to his cock. Her tongue
caressed the tiny little balls before sucking on each one. She giggled
and pulled both of them into her mouth. (Yummy.)

(No telepathy,) grumbled Dixie as his cock grew hard against her chin.
Precum leaked out of the tip and a droplet ran down her throat.

Merrie answered by pulling back, opening her mouth, and sucking his cock
and balls into her mouth. His length, tiny but hard, pressed against her
tongue. She swirled around it to lap at the sweet flavor leaking out of
his tip.

His breathing grew deeper. He tried to reach around to grab her but his
short limbs couldn't reach. He dropped his fingers to her nipples,
grabbing them like reins.

She moaned and drew his legs on each side of her head so she could suck
harder. She used her tongue to explore his entire length, from tip to
balls.  His tiny form felt delicate against her body and she pulled him
closer, crushing him against her breasts.

(I'm not a fuck toy.)

Merrie bobbed on his hard cock. (Shut up and lick.)

Dixie twisted her nipples, sending a flair of pleasurable pain through
he senses. "I can't reach, bitch."

She curled her spine and wrapped her body around him. She lifted one leg
as she drew his head down to her sex. Her position grew quickly
uncomfortable, but at the first touch of his breath against her swollen
sex, she let out a moan of pleasure.

(Fucking submissive,) grumbled Dixie with a hint of amusement. His tiny
mouth clamped against her sex and he lapped. His tiny tongue lapped at
her sex, tracing through every fold of her body.

She was already soaked but his ministrations sent a fresh surge of
pleasure dripping out of her. She released his balls from her mouth and
worked her lips around the base of his shaft. The hard length teased her
mouth. She worked up saliva in her mouth and slid his cock in and out of
her mouth.

He reached up with his arms. Fingers spread her lips apart, then tiny
digits slipped into her sex.

Merrie moaned and let the cock pop out of her mouth.

(I didn't tell you-) his thoughts froze as he pulled away, (Damn it, I
can't order you. I'm the alpha, damn it!)

An amused thought drifted through her mind. She knew what he was going
to say. With a giggle, she used his own words, (I didn't tell you to
stop licking,) she giggled, (bitch.)

There was brief moment where Dixie's urge to lash out rose up. Then, he
sighed and lowered his mouth back to her sex.

(Fist me,) ordered Merrie with a rush of pleasure.

(Fuck off.) But, even as he ordered, Dixie's hand worked it way into her
pussy. He swirled it around like a tiny cock before driving it deep. The
wet slurp brought pleasure to Merrie. (Disgusting, your pussy is soaked.)

(Then fuck it harder.) She almost came at the idea of ordering Dixie around.

(That won't make it drier.)

(It will if I come.)

(Don't get ideas.)

(Then make me cum, bitch.)

Dixie delved his face into her sex, lapping as he rolled his face around
her soaked sex. His arm pumped in and out with wet slurps.

The heat in her pussy grew as she curled tighter around him, pinning him
in place with her legs. His cock was hard in her mouth and leaking
profusely. She clamped her lips on the tip and sucked on it, trying to
draw the sweat cream from his balls.

She sent out a command. (Fuck my ass.)

Dixie pulled his soaked arm from her pussy. A moment later, his slick
fingers press against her asshole. She moaned as he shoved into her, the
slickness driving deep into her tightly clenching hole.

(Oh gods, that feels good.)

He brought his other arm up and shoved it back into her pussy. His lips
left her clitoris as he worked on pumping both arms.

She leaned into him, moaning as he alternated one thrust from the other.
Her legs held him tight against her as he pumped her faster. Her body
tensed around him, but the muscles in his arms easily forced his fists
deep into her pussy and ass.

Merrie whimpered as the hard edge of orgasm rushed up. She clamped her
thighs tightly around his head as she let out a long wail of pleasure.

In her mouth, Dixie's cock surged and splattered the back of her throat
with the incredibly sweet taste of silfae cum. She gulped at it hungrily
as she held him tight against her body, shuddering with the waves of
pleasure that tore through her.

She drank from him until no more would come out. With a smile, she
snuggled closer and closed her eyes. His rapid pulse beat against her
own and could feel his arms still trapped in her body. She felt
comforted with him tight against her naked skin.

Slowly, Merrie let herself drift off to sleep.

Dixie shifted against her breast as he tried to move his hips from her
arms or his head from between her thighs. (Are you going to let me go?)

Merrie clutched him tighter, pulling him hard against her body. (No,)
she thought with a smile, (... bitch.)

**

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