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(F/beast, reluc, oral, anal, bd, fant) *** A cool summer night spread over the land, the moon bright and full in the cloudless sky. The farmers were finishing up the last of their chores just as the bottom lip of the moon crested the surrounding foothills. These were the outskirts of the human nation, a collection of humble farmlands dotting the countryside. Humble by the standards of the central city, perhaps, but a proud home for those who lived there. Occasionally a military patrol would pass through to enforce the tribute laws, or investigate the odd crime, but for the most part the villagers lived in their own private kingdom. They dealt with their own issues in their own ways. And that suited them just fine. A pair of yellow canine eyes glinted in the bright moonlight, hidden just behind the line of trees that separated this small outpost of civilization from the untamed woods that partially encircled it. Zand Wood, the humans called it. Why they had chosen such a name was unknown to the owner of the eyes, and she wasn't curious enough to pursue the thought further. Perhaps a leader of the past. No matter. She wasn't concerned about the dead – the creature that studied the village from her hiding spot in the forest was much more interested in the present. And the hunt to come. The corrupting power that had been flowing over the land for the last several years had indeed brought a change in Pahkti and her sisters. The hunt was still for food, but of a very different sort. Gone was the hunger for manflesh, to be replaced by the incessant need for the ethereal energy he produced. Sweeter than any meat, fulfilling, nourishing. Addicting. Pahkti and her sisters had flanked this village for a few days now, careful to keep their distance from the prying eyes of the humans. Hiding amongst the shadows. Ever the bestial tactician, she had insisted that they never strike the same village twice before the next full moon, to lull the humans into relaxing their guard. S he remembered this hamlet from several months before, and allowed herself a quiet growl as she smirked. The pack had hunted in a wide arc along the borders of the human nation, attacking dozens of different towns. But the men here were so strong. They always fought back the hardest; to challenge was exhilarating. The dark miasma may have altered the werewolves, but their values never changed. Pahkti licked her lips, pawing at the ground in anticipation, eyes staring forward, unblinking. Her body was toned and toughened from the difficulty of living in the wilderness, athletic but still distinctly feminine. The black fur on her head and limbs was just as wild as its owner, but it had a healthy shine from frequent successful feedings. She wore mere scraps of rags wrapped around her small but firm, smooth-skinned breasts, a tattered loincloth barely covering her reproductive organs. This minor covering was no appeal to modesty, though; it was an instinctive protection of the parts of her strong body most necessary for breeding and raising young. It offered some protection from the elements, and did nothing to impede the werewolf's natural agility and speed. Just a few more moments before the last of the men would go inside to rest from the day's labor. To her right, Pahkti felt her younger sister, Aurisha, creep forward. Pahkti barked at her to hold her ground, to wait for the signal. Aurisha growled in response, but dipped her head in submission and inched backwards. Pahkti returned her gaze to the village, salivating in excitement. When the last of the doors closed, she growled and yipped the signal, flicking her eyes to each small group within the pack. The hunt was on. A dozen werewolves descended upon the hapless village from their cover in the darkness of Zand Wood. Pahkti had trained her sisters to suppress the urge to howl in a warcry. It took a great deal of effort on her part – the full moon called for them all, and on this night they longed even more for human prey. It wasn't just the need to feed as usual – each werewolf felt the inescapable call of nature to breed, to pass along her lineage to a new generation. They were in heat. None had the ability, or even the right, to deny her own biology. Twelve werewolves entered the village, and all planned to leave later that evening with a womb full of human semen, or not leave at all. Perhaps their numbers would swell even before then, Pahkti thought. The human women were weak and feeble, but a mere bite – a mark on the neck – would transform her into a member of the pack, slowly and inexorably. The only sound the pack made as they ran into the village was the soft thumping of paws on the loose dirt, coupled with some light panting. Pahkti signaled silently, and a trio of her sisters made for a nearby home. A jerk of her head to the right ordered another group to the adjacent house as she came to her own destination. Normally the pack would share the best after the initial feedings, as a symbol of loyalty. This home, though... this belonged to Pahkti alone. After watching the little town for so long, it was easy to mentally rank the inhabitants. The homes on the either side of this one housed average farmers, but this one... he was strong. A former soldier, perhaps. Pahkti couldn't have known his background, but she did know that he represented the dominant authority in this village. And she would take that from him when she forcibly mated him. The thrill of the hunt was overpowered only by the aphrodisiac of victory. For this home, Pahkti dismissed what remained of her entourage with a guttural rumbling. They looked at her questioningly; it was unusual – even dangerous – to take on a household alone. Even for an alpha. A young sister whimpered to her leader, ears drooping a bit as she sidled up to her superior. Don't do it, she seemed to urge. Pahkti snarled and quietly barked her authority, slightly lunging at the beta wolf to punctuate her point. The others withdrew from her side to find their own, inferior mates for the evening. The alpha werewolf would not be sharing her prize with anyone tonight. His power was hers to seize. If there were any dregs left after her dominance had been established, she would let the others do as they wish. But not before. Pahkti barked, giving the signal to proceed with the hunt. She watched for a bit in pride as her pack broke into the homes in the most efficient ways. The tallow paper windows were weak to their sharp claws, and it was quiet enough to sneak in to unlatch the door, where the others would join in for the lascivious feast. Pahkti's canine ears could pick up the muffled sounds of surprise and screaming, but they were cut off quickly as the expert pack set to work mating with the man and converting the woman. The alpha smiled toothily to herself, climbing up the side of the large house, quietly tearing her way through the tallow paper window and climbing inside. Silently creeping through the room, she sniffed the air, catching the scent of humans. There were two of them, a male and a female both, sleeping in their beds. Pahkti crept up to examine them, but they were far too young to be of use. A child had a great deal of spirit energy which allowed him to perceive things that adults could not, but it was rather bland and tasteless. And the boy was too young to be of breeding age. With a quiet snort, Pahkti snuck through the house, down the stairs, sniffing the air for the scent of a mature man. All the while, her pale yellow eyes darted around the home, instinctively searching for ambushes or traps. The smell here was cloying. In a village comprised primarily of farmers, the powerful odor of domesticated animals was unavoidable. Here on the ground level, it was almost overwhelming. But suddenly Pahkti started, jerking her head to the side as she picked up the scent she had been searching for. Human male. His masculinity overpowered the stench of the animals, and Pahkti's pussy began to dampen. He was close by. Hers to mate, to feed from, to dominate. She crept up to a door that was partially ajar, the darkness within allowing only small wafts of the human's scent to pass through. Pahkti pushed the door open slowly, wincing a bit as it creaked. Her attuned eyes saw the large bed in the darkness, and two shapes mixed within its soft coverings, and she smiled. She had found her mark. His scent here was intoxicating, and her vaginal muscles automatically clenched and unclenched, preparing to take him. Her breath came in short gasps, furry hand trembling as she reached for the blanket covering the man and his pathetic mate. Running her tongue along her lips lasciviously, she gripped the top cover hard, pausing to relish her imminent feast. She suddenly pulled it off, a triumphant growl escaping her lips as she squatted down slightly to pounce on the helpless couple. Except there was nobody there. Pahkti stiffened, the hair on the back of her neck standing up on end. Too late, she whirled around to see the man aiming a blowgun at her from a hidden inset in the wall. She was fast and agile, but not enough to avoid the dart. The sting in the side of her neck made her claw ineffectively at the tiny barb, dropping to her knees to writhe on the floor, snarling and barking. But the poison made her movements slow to a lethargic roll. The last thing Pahkti saw before everything went black were the faces of the man and his mate, staring at her. In particular, the man had a hard set look in his eyes, along with something that Pahkti couldn't determine before she lost consciousness. --- Pahkti slowly opened her eyes, her vision still swimming from the effects of the poison in her body. The trails that everything made as her eyes flitted around nervously made her dizzy, and she had to lean forward on her forepaws to keep from retching or passing out. A sudden burst of light from in front of her made her start, taking a couple nervous shuffles backwards, away from the light. As her eyes adjusted, it became clear that the light wasn't particularly bright. Rather, the darkness surrounding her was total and complete. As the effects of the poison ebbed, she became aware of the scent of the man. When his silhouette stepped into the room where she was, lantern in hand, she leaped forward. This time, she thought, he would be the one ambushed. A metallic sound and hard yank on her neck put a quick end to Pahkti's intent to take down her captor. For captor he was – she was only now aware of the sturdy iron collar locked around her neck, with a heavy chain attaching it to a metal ring embedded in the wall. She began struggling with it, pulling and tugging with her forepaws, angered yips escaping her lips in frustration. The human made no move against her, nor did he speak for several moments. As Pahkti continued to writhe against her bonds, he finally spoke in a low, enunciated baritone. “Enchanted iron, dog,” he said simply. “You'll only hurt yourself.” She held on to the chain, staring at her captor coldly. After a moment of silence, she responded. “Let Pahkti go,” she said haltingly. Living out in the woods for several years, it was rare that she had any reason to communicate in the human tongue, so she was out of practice. The captor didn't respond, the same neutral look on his face. Pahkti heard a noise from behind him, and she became hopeful that the pack had come to rescue her. But her heart sank when she saw another human male enter to join the first. This new one was more heavyset, and a bit shorter. Rather than having the military bearing her host had, this one looked more accustomed to soft living. His garments suggested either regal standing, or clergy. He kept a sword at his side, either way. Pahkti hated the sword. They had taken several of her sisters over the years. There was no honor in using a tool to fight, she had always thought. Reliance on one's own skills was the only true measure of a warrior. Not that her prowess would help her now, chained up as she was. But she wasn't helpless. Pahkti sat on all fours, glaring at the men through narrowed eyes, ready to pounce should one of them invade her personal space. Neither of them seemed interested, however. The short one was looking through a large book, muttering to himself as he awkwardly tipped it to catch the light from the lantern. The tall one continued to gaze at Pahkti, his stare an implicit challenge that she met unflinchingly, defiant even in her captivity. “She's the alpha female, no doubt about it,” the short one said with a nod. “This is good news, because we now have the key to halt the attacks along Zand Wood, if this is the same pack leader. Judging by the attack pattern, this is likely.” The taller man nodded, resting his hand on his own blade, which remained in the scabbard. “Shall I execute her?” he asked of the shorter one, who shook his head. “That will accomplish nothing, I'm afraid,” he said with a sigh, closing the book he held and letting it swing back down by the leather strap over his shoulder. “We need to demoralize the pack to scatter them. This is where you will be most suited, Confessor Ji'haus. I know you've had experience in this sort of thing.” A barely perceptible ghost of a smile crossed the confessor's face. “I thank you for the opportunity to serve, abbot,” he said, his voice taking on an edge that made Pahkti's skin crawl despite herself. “I will make it so.” Apparently satisfied, the abbot left the room, panting as he climbed the wooden steps to exit the subterranean chamber Pahkti found herself in. She glared at the man as he stepped forward, growling a warning as he got closer. When he took one more step, she launched herself forward, only for the collar to abruptly jerk her backwards once more, mere inches from the unperturbed man's face. He'd looked a lot closer this time! As Pahkti sat gasping for air, he lunged forward, gripping her under the chin and lifting her limp body up. By the moon, he was strong. His very touch electrified Pahkti's senses, and she could not repress a gasp as he held her. Despite her predicament, her body would not break from its hunger to feed and reproduce. “You want dick, don't you bitch?” the man growled, his face close enough to Pahkti's that they almost touched. His hard eyes gazed into hers, his masculine scent filling her senses. She could have easily dug her claws into his flesh, but she could no more bring her arms up to attack him than she could seize the full moon from the sky. Her hand furiously worked her pussy through the ragged loincloth, the very touch of this man bringing her to the edge of orgasm. Her eyes met his, but no longer as an answer to a challenge. They were glazed, unfocused. Her breath and heart worked so fast that she might have passed out were it not for the raw lust keeping her upright. The confessor unceremoniously dropped her to the floor, turning to leave. Pahkti half barked, half squawked at the sudden change, looking up at the man in confusion and longing. He opened the door that separated this underground holding area from the upper level, casting a glance over his shoulder. “You'll get plenty, bitch. I promise you that,” he said before exiting the room. With the light of the lantern gone, it was nearly pitch black but for a thin sheet of light from under the heavy oak door. Left alone for several minutes, Pahkti was able to come back to her senses, down from the high. Isolated from the source of her distractions, she wondered about the rest of the pack. Had they met with ill fortune as well? If not, were they setting out to rescue her? And what about the confessor? He had promised her plenty of mating. If he weren't just teasing her, that wouldn't be such a bad fate. But something told the captive werewolf that this human had a cruel streak, and she was not to get what she expected. After an hour of waiting, the stresses of the previous hour caught up to her, and she curled up on the dirt floor to sleep. -- Pahkti woke to the sound of barking, and she raised her head, ears cocked forward excitedly. It did not sound like her sisters, but the barking of the simple mutts that humans kept as pets could mean activity outside. Perhaps a brave attempt at rescue. Her hope died as the door opened, and the confessor stepped inside. The barking was loud behind him, and Pahkti picked up the unpleasant scent of dogs. While they were distant cousins to werewolves, regular dogs lacked the former's intelligence, grace, and smooth- skinned attractiveness. At best they were a nuisance when trying to sneak into a human's home. At worst they could bite and injure. As such, Pahkti cared about as much for them as she did ants. As the confessor stepped in, he hung a lantern on the wall and whistled out the door, clicking his tongue. The barking stopped, to be replaced by the rumble of uncoordinated descent of the wooden steps. Into the room burst six dogs, all of similar breed. Each looked to have wolf ancestry, and held themselves upright with hawkish intensity when they saw Pahkti. The chained werewolf frowned. Why did the confessor need so many dogs with him? She glanced up at him inquisitively. “I promised you dick, and I give them to you,” he said, his normally neutral tone taking on a slightly shrill undertone, as though barely suppressing his enthusiasm. “These are my dogs. They noticed you were in heat when I brought you down into this cellar. Look how excited you've made them!” Pahkti's eyes constricted in fear and revulsion, her body locking up. No! She could never do that! She wouldn't let it happen! She crouched down, snarling at the dogs, who had taken up a half circle around her. Each one stared at her, lightly sniffing the air as they picked up the scent of an ovulating female. Pahkti watched in horror as each dog began sprouting an erection, the red veiny rods pulsing with need, each pointed straight at her. As each dog approached her to sniff or mount her, Pahkti lashed out with a bark and a warning swipe from her claws, keeping them at bay. Caught as she was on keeping the animals at bay, she could not defend against the confessor as he approached her as well. Stepping through the semi-ring of dogs, he knelt just behind the werewolf, cupping her chin in one hand, the other resting on her thigh. Try as she might, Pahkti could simply not resist the human's touch. Her eyes screwed themselves shut as shockwaves of pleasure radiated from the points of contact on her chin and thigh, causing a small orgasm to jolt her senses. When she opened her eyes, she barely noticed that the dogs had come closer, sniffing all over her body, and particularly her sex. An adventurous canine licked at her exposed snatch, and her back arched away from the confessor as her lustful body reacted to the stimulation by forcing another orgasm on her. The confessor released her and stood up, no longer touching her body, but remaining close. He knew the effects of his scent well. The dogs picked up on the increasingly more potent scent of their new plaything, who laid on her back, head tossed back in ecstasy as two dogs lapped hungrily at her sopping pussy. Pahkti couldn't focus on anything with this human so close by. He sent her hormones racing uncontrollably. She wanted to bear his young, to feed on his power. But right now the only thing her body knew was the frenzy of hot dog tongues lapping along and around her cleft. Thoughts of stopping the animals from their debased actions were quickly overpowered by her lust for the human. The confessor looked down at her, no emotion crossing his face except that of idle amusement. He allowed the dogs time to sniff and lick their newest toy, but it was obvious by the way several of the beasts were humping the air that it was time to let them mate with their toy. With their bitch. Entangling the fingers of one hand in the girl's hair, he lifted her just enough to give a push to her shoulder blade. The limp, quivering body of the werewolf moved exactly as he ordered it to, and Pahkti was on her stomach, arms stretched out in front of her. The dogs excitedly climbed over each other to take advantage of their bitch's new position. She had presented herself to them, accepting their offer to mate. The biggest dog pushed his way forward, resting his stomach on the smooth-skinned back of his bitch, his clawed paws wrapping around her waist to pull her up. Pahkti felt a hot, wet piece of flesh prod around her backside, secretly eager to receive it, when she suddenly realized what was going on. She screamed and kicked out at the horny hound, desperately trying to claw her way free. The confessor calmly placed his boot on the back of her shoulder blade, pressing her torso down into the dirt. She sobbed at her own helplessness, barely feeling the natural response when the human picked her up again. When he kissed her, though, she suddenly felt at ease. It was a brief kiss, with no passion or meaning, but it seemed to last several minutes to Pahkti. Her eyes rolled up, forepaws holding herself steady on the dirt while she raised her ass high, setting her knees in place. When she felt the warm, scratchy fur rub against her back once more, she didn't recoil. It wasn't a human, but a warm cock in the right areas would still feel good. She couldn't handle the constant teasing. Degrading though it may be, she could no longer fight the urge. The big dog mounting her now gripped her tightly, unsteadily thrusting between her thighs before finding his mark. He slipped into her pussy and thrust inside with one quick stroke. The joy of finally receiving what she had set out to obtain – even if from the wrong species – caused her body to rock in orgasm, a choked cry of pleasure leaping from her throat. The dog thrust into her rapidly, his pulsing member warm even compared to her hot cunt. She thrust backwards towards him, lifting her upper torso slightly with her arms, looking upwards at her captor. She leaned forward as best she could with the animal fucking her from behind, trying to kiss and mouth the front of his pants greedily. He scoffed, taking a half step back, just out of her reach. “I didn't say you could have my dick, slut,” he laughed darkly. “But treat my pets to the same favor and I might give you the chance.” Pahkti couldn't even react. On one hand, orally servicing an animal was a foul and degrading act for an alpha female to undertake. And yet, for the chance to be with this pinnacle of manhood, she was sorely tempted. She didn't have to make the final decision, however, as Confessor Ji'haus brought one of the horny dogs over to Pahkti's front. She looked up at the animal in wonder even as the big dog continued to rut into her from behind. Her muscles locked up in a sudden and fierce orgasm as the dog hammered away, the pain from the little scratches care of his front claws only seeming to magnify the pleasure. With a low, guttural howl, the dog came inside of her, the flood of hot semen satisfying to the most basic of instincts in Pahkti. Whether she wanted to accept it or not, she was similar enough to a common dog that the act of mating with them would always feel right. Before her orgasm had even faded, the dog in front of her mounted her face, his long, thick dog cock bouncing around as he searched for the hole. Beside herself with pleasure, and still in close enough proximity to the human to have her judgment dampened, Pahkti parted her lips and accepted the dick into her mouth. It didn't taste that bad. More bestial than a man's, certainly. More... raw. She set to work on the tool in front of her, the instinct to sexual service fully in motion. Licking the underside of the red cock, she closed her eyes and tightened her lips. This animal was quite satisfied to pump her mouth, so she held mostly still as each thrust pushed it a little deeper than before. She moaned, rolling her tongue underneath to give the most contact to her master's cock, eager to accept his backed-up load. So focused was Pahkti on furiously sucking the dog cock in front of her that she barely felt the first big animal dismount, withdrawing his dick and letting the trapped semen drip out. Another dog was in his place, mounting the bitch and penetrating her for all the need that nature had provided him. After he was inside, though, Pahkti's eyes widened as she momentarily paused in her willing service to the penis in her mouth. He was huge! She could already feel him pushing deeply into her body like no human had before. It was uncomfortable, but somehow felt right. She grunted with each hard thrust from the lover behind her, gagging a bit as the dog she was fellating suddenly flooded her mouth with hot cum. Her eyes crossed as she tried to breathe around the organ and watery fluid in her mouth, coughing and letting them both slide out from between her lips. By leaning forward just a little, it gave the dog lover from behind even more purchase, and Pahkti squealed involuntarily as he pushed all the way to her cervix. She trembled, the pain intense, but not as intense as the erotic feeling. A new dog came forward to hump at her mouth, and she accepted him, sucking enthusiastically, teasing the pointed end to receive her frothy treat. The cock inside of her vagina rhythmically hammered and swelled within her. Each hard thrust rocked her body forward, giving her a boost to rapidly suck off the hound in front of her. With a whine, he came in her mouth as well, thrusting a handful of times to further milk himself with this strange creature. Pulling out, he padded over to stand next to Pahkti, leaning down to lick at her breasts. The tattered cloths had long ago fallen off, to be replaced by hot, soft tongues wriggling against her sensitive flesh. A new dog took his place to mount Pahkti's face. Or was it the one from before? It didn't matter to Pahkti anymore. All she knew was cock. When presented, she would lovingly suck it, gratefully accepting the gift that it gave to her if she earned it. The large hound fucking her from behind suddenly howled, and with a hard push something large trapped itself inside of Pahkti's cunt. She winced at the sudden size, but remained steady, never neglecting the new cock in her mouth. A moment later, Pahkti once more knew the pleasure and joy of hot cum roiling around her womb. She was happy to have it inside of her. Maybe she would bear young from it. Even if not, it satisfied her to be filled with hot spunk. But the animal wasn't done yet. He humped more, even though he was already buried to the hilt within her. The knot inside of Pahkti rubbed mercilessly at a special spot within her, and she twitched with the inescapable feeling. On one particularly rough hump, the dog bit her neck, holding her steady. Claiming ownership. Sucking on the cock in her mouth with passion, she idly noticed the confessor laughing. He was standing on the other side of the room, where his scent couldn't influence her. He was telling her that it was all her choice to do this; she was a slut, nothing but a common bitch. It didn't matter. She didn't want the human anymore. She just wanted to be here, with her canine lovers. She belonged to them now. The cock in her throat shot a long stream, which she eagerly gulped down, nursing at the end of it to make sure he was satisfied. He deserved nothing but the best, for he was her master. As he stepped away, a new animal took his place, and the cycle continued. The one that had knotted her swung his leg around, leaving them connected but facing the opposite directions. His large cock inside her pussy kept twitching, keeping her on the very brink of orgasm but never quite there. One of the dogs that had apparently been left out suddenly barked and jumped forward. The one was still knotted, but the bitch still had another hole. Clambering over the larger dog still knotted to her pussy, the younger animal rode on Pahkti's back, slimy member searching for something to penetrate. With a lurch, he slid over her exposed ass, the wet, dripping dick pressing against her pucker. Pahkti's eyes widened in surprise, and though she closed her eyes to brace for the pain, she made no sound as the young animal fucked her ass. Every hole plugged, the need for more cum ever there. Each time the young dog thrust, it rubbed the other side of the place that the knotted cock filled. As the canine she sucked came in her mouth with a growl, Pahkti's knees shook with her most powerful orgasm to date. All her life as a werewolf, she had been the dominant one. She was the one who had multiple partners. Never was she the submissive one. But there had never been pleasure like this before. The little dog howled, the dick inside her ass jerking as it pumped its semen into her. Moments after, the knot had diminished enough that the cock could withdraw. Globs of excess dog cum flushed out of Pahkti, who laid on her stomach, twitching and panting. She stopped staring at anything but open space, her tongue lolled out to weakly lap at the pool of cum that the dirt was wicking away. The confessor approached her, and she vaguely perceived that he had unlocked her collar. She was free. But rather than leave, she propped up her ass, quietly begging for more. As the animals all assembled for more, Pahkti closed her eyes to take in the sounds. The sound of the confessor opening the door and the heavy boots on the steps. The sound of more dogs on the way. The sound of furious panting at her neck, and the erotic slap of testicles against her flesh. The sound of the confessor laughing. --- Aurisha eyed the village from the safety of Zand Wood. The site of the failed hunt from a week before. They had lost three sisters, including their leader. The other werewolves seemed lost, unable to decide what to do next. Aurisha was no leader, but she knew what they had to do. If Pahkti was alive, she had to rescue her. Unable to command as effectively as an alpha, Aurisha was going solo. She could see a shape in a fenced area. There were dogs there, but one of them seemed too thin to be a domestic mutt. It would be strange for Pahkti to let herself be kept in such a manner, but perhaps she was chained. The night was darker than it had been for the hunt. The moon was waning, and the lights in most homes had gone out. Deftly avoiding the understaffed night watch, Aurisha crept up to the fenced off area of a farm. Her heart leaped when she recognized Pahkti, and she called out quietly. When Pahkti didn't respond, Aurisha feared that she might be hurt, or worse. Climbing over the fence, she paused when she saw that Pahkti had a collar with a name on it. She couldn't quite remember the human's written language enough to translate it. Aurisha nudged Pahkti, and the latter raised her head from her sleep. Aurisha's smile was quickly extinguished when Pahkti barked at her. Rising to all fours, the former alpha female of the pack barked at Aurisha viciously. The other dogs in the pen awoke to the noise, and Aurisha noticed a light go on inside the home. She clambered over the fence and took off on a full run back to the safety of the woods. Before she left sight of the village, she turned to look once more at the pen where Pahkti was. If she squinted hard enough, Aurisha could see her sister presenting herself, and one by one the dogs with which she shared a pen mated her. Biting her lip to fight back the tears, Aurisha slinked off into the deep woods, crushed. Their leader was gone, the pack was broken. It was only then that she understood what the name tag had said on the collar. Bitch. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74