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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 27: Foul Tastes
by t'Sade

When Merrie woke up, the first thing she heard was Grange's thoughts and
no one else. She couldn't sense anything. Did she actually bond? Was she
doomed to have a life of torture and pain? Or did she have a new
trainer, one that would do terrible things to her?

(MF oral reluc scat? ws magic)

**

Grange was pissed and alive. He was three floors above Merrie and pacing
back and forth. She couldn't hear him, but she knew that he was swearing
up a storm as he lashed out and punched whatever was in his way. Magic
flickered along his arms as he imagined someone else being tortured and
suffocated. The focus of Grange's attention was in the room with him,
but Merrie couldn't sense them except through the vile man's thoughts.

She was sickened by Grange and tried to reach out for someone else. Her
mind drifted, but she could sense no other thoughts. She couldn't even
tell if the house was occupied at all. Not a single other thinking being
rose up in her questing. It was as if her abilities could only sense a
single person, a single mater.

Her eyes snapped open as the sickening thought slammed in her. What if
she bonded? Tabitha said that a bonded alpha had telepathy with only a
single being. Tears burned at her eyes as she curled into a tighter
ball, praying that it wasn't true. She thrust out with her mind again,
trying to find some thought, some person beside the man now screaming
above her.

There was none.

She shivered as she clutched herself, pressing her tail up between her
legs and trying to make herself as small as possible. It couldn't be
true. She remembered the connection snapping, the intense despair that
tore through her. The memory was still raw, gripping her heart as she
relived the experience once again. The horror of living through Grange's
memories burned at her throat and she felt her skin grow hot from the
desperation that welled up from the darkest parts of her mind.

Sweat clinging to her body, she realized that she wasn't in the familiar
confines of one of Grange's cage. If she was in his room on the second
floor, there was nothing beyond the third floor of the mill. The only
way he could be three floors above was if she was in the basement of house.

Dreading the answer, she focused on the world around her, not with her
mind but her physical senses. A thin sheet covered her body and she
could taste the musty air leaking through the gaps. She was on a soft
mattress and she knew that it wasn't as bad as she thought. Grange would
never let her sleep on anything comfortable. Confused, she shifted and
stretched out with one amputated arm to push up the sheet.

The first thing she saw was a brick wall. It was only half a meter from
the edge of the bed. Next to the head was a small end table with a pad
of paper, a pair of pens, and a single straight-edge knife.

(Fuck Bass!) raged Grange, (I can't stand being here any longer!)

Merrie stared at the knife. If she bonded with Grange, something that
seemed growing more possible when she heard his thoughts clearly through
her mind, she couldn't live with herself. Her mind locked on the blade,
wondering how to cut something critical without hands.

"Of all the girls," Borias spoke from out of her sight, "you be the last
to be thinking suicide."

Fear plunged into Merrie's heart. She didn't know if it was Borias'
voice or Grange's anger, but she was convinced she was about to be
punished. She cowered against the mattress and crawled away from Borias,
sliding off the bed into the gap between the mattress and the brick
wall. The cold surface teased her buttocks as she knelt on the
hard-packed ground and peered over the crest of blankets.

She was in a basement room, judging from the exposed brick and the
joists above her, but it was not like any basement she had ever seen. To
her left, the entire wall was covered in wooden barrels like the kind
they made wine and beer. A dozen taps in the casks were dangling with
clothes and towels.

The far wall was a kitchen but it was far more than just the simple
magical stove that she had in her apartment. Instead, there was at least
three sinks, dozens of cooking surfaces, and hundreds of tiny drawers
all neatly labeled. Pinned to the cabinet doors were detailed diagrams
of women of all shapes and sizes. Every diagram was covered in notes and
writing, notations and arcane symbols that crawled as she looked at them.

To her right, there was the head of the bed and the table with the
knife. On the far side was another table and a door leading out of the
room. It was closed with a simple latch. She felt a trickle of
pleasurable helplessness as she realized she couldn't even open such a
simple lock.

Heart pounding, she turned her head to look at Borias. His back was to
her as he was chopping something on a cutting board. He was bare down to
his waist and she could see the faded scars of whip marks that marred
his back. After her time with Grange, she felt a sympathetic cringe at
the pain that the deep lashes must have left him.

"Mother's collars," Borias leaned over and picked up a pair of carrots
before bringing them back to the board, "chime when a girl be
considering killing herself. You not be able to hear it, because of the
collar, but it tells us to be watching you."

He finally turned to her, his brown eyes catching her gaze. "You not be
thinking about that knife, be you?"

Merrie glanced over at the knife and shivered. Hearing Borias speaking
calmly helped her own fear and despair. She shook her head but
reflexively lowered herself.

"I be considered it when I was in Abbinkey. More than a few times.
Nothing to be ashamed above, it is part of being alive. It be scary to
think you are stuck for you life in some hell. Though, I be thinking
your time here isn't so bad, is it, Merrie?"

She shivered at her own name. It was sent a tremor along her senses, but
it wasn't sexual. Just a powerful rush of her humanity and a reminder
that she was falling quickly away from her old life.

"Come out from behind the bed when you want. Take all day, all night.
You don't have to do anything you don't want in this room." He gave her
another broad smile, then returned to his cutting. Something flared and
she felt a prickle of energy rolling along her senses, the first
sensation of something besides Grange's anger.

Merrie cringed at the thought. Grange was screaming at the top of his
lungs now, but she couldn't hear it. Instead, his thoughts battered
against her, tearing at wounds in her mind.

(Fucking thriban! Lemitri,) an image of statue of a woman rose up from
Grange's thoughts, (should have killed him when she cast him out. Why
won't the bastard just die? Oh god, he's apologizing to me again. Good!
Fucking thriban deserves to suffer. I have his balls in my hands-)

She pushed herself back against the wall and clapped her arms to her
head. She didn't want to hear Grange's thoughts any more. She hated him.
She glanced back up at the knife, then guilty looked at the mattress to
where Borias was standing.

"His thoughts still be in you pretty head?"

Merrie whimpered and let out a soft, breathy bark.

Borias sighed and set down his knife. "Damn it, I thought my shield be
strong enough. Hold on."

Nothing happened for a long moment, and then she felt power rolling
around her. It was an itch that ran up her spine and spread out across
her body. The air rippled around her and she straightened her back to
look down at her chest. There were tiny golden flames spreading out
across her skin, leaving a strange senses of being confined in the
tightest glove. She squirmed as it spread out and rose up her body,
cresting over her nipples, and then rushed toward her head.

A wail ripped out of her throat as it ran across her face and up over
her head. The flames faded away as fast as they appeared, but Grange's
thoughts faded into a dull ache in the back of her head.

Merrie inhaled, half-expecting to be muffled, but the noises came
clearly through her own ears. She tried to reach out with her mind, but
she encountered a resistance of golden flames. Gingerly, she brought her
thoughts back into her own head.

"How about that?" Borias sounded exhausted.

Merrie peeked up over the mattress. Borias was slumped against the
counter, sweat beading on his brow. He caught her looking at him and
gave a smile. "You don't be worrying, pretty girl. I'd hate be having
that bastard's thoughts in my head too. He be gone now?"

She nodded and barked with more confidence.

"Good."

He turned back to scoop everything up into a small pot. It wasn't much
larger than a single serving. He dropped it on one of the heating runes
next to another pot. His fingers gracefully traced a rune on the side
and it appeared in a red glow before fading. Borias lifted the top off
the first one and breathed in the smell.

"Just like Mother never made."

A new smell drifted past her. At first she thought it was from the pot,
but it smelled like feces. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled a face.
Curious, Merrie crawled along the bed and peeked out from the foot. The
room had a slate floor and looked cold, but there was warmth from the
stone underneath her knees. There was no one else in the room and she
felt a little braver.

With a deep breath, she crawled out from the bed. Her bare breasts
swayed with her movements and felt the cool air of the basement teasing
her pussy. She lifted her tail to enjoy the tease of coolness. She
headed for his feet and looked up at the counter. It towered over her
when she was on her arms and knees. A flash of excitement came with the
reminder of her helplessness.

Borias looked down, then reached out to stroke her head. His fingers ran
along the side to tease her loose hair and the curl of her ear before he
returned to his preparations.

Merrie felt warmth at the touch. She pushed herself up on her knees,
trying to look on the counter. The ends of her arms barely reached up to
the edge of the counter and she felt tiny against the wooden counter.

"Here, let me get this."

He turned and picked up a padded crate from the corner. Setting it down
next to the counter, he patted the top before he looked away to open a
cabinet.

She knew he was giving her a chance to move without being watched. She
felt a flush of respect for Borias. She crawled on the crate in a flush
of helplessness. It brought back the familiar excitement, a tingle
pooling between her legs and a quickening of her breath. She twisted
around on the crate, careful of her balance, until she could kneel and
peer over the counter.

Borias was just setting down a piece of parchment on the counter. The
translucent paper had a intricate diagram in golden ink. It shimmered in
the light as he squared it on the cutting board. Like the paper, the
board had more arcane symbols carved into it and the parchment fit
perfectly into a carved depression.

He set down a pair of large carrots. He picked up his knife and began to
chop with short, precise movements. As the blade came up, a shower of
almost invisible magic burst out from the paper. With the blade's
downward movement, it splattered the magic against the carrot. With his
rapid-fire cutting, it looked like a flower blossoming over the carrot.
He chopped down the length of the carrot, then pushed it aside to slice
into the second one.

"This be your dinner. I be making each meal individually for the girls I
get. Today, Useless Cunt be getting a bit of venison," he chuckled,
"because she be very good with her toilet training. I think you will be
a good girl too."

He opened up a cabinet and cold mist poured out of it as he picked up a
hunk of meat. Setting it down, he sliced through it. Like the carrot,
magic flowed up from the parchment, along the knife, and sank into the
meat. It was elegant and beautiful but Merrie had no idea what it was for.

"You know, Merrie," she looked up at her name but he didn't look away
from his cutting, "when you be crying on the steps, I be telling you
that I would answer more questions." He finished the meat and glanced at
her. "You be wanting answers?"

Merrie nodded.

"You want be speaking?"

Another nod.

Borias set down his knife. He reached over, but then pulled back his
hand. A smile. "Beg for it."

Merrie felt a flush of excitement. She pulled herself into a begging
position and spread her knees. The feeling of the padded crate teasing
her inner thighs sent a tiny hint of pleasure coursing up her body. She
inhaled and barked.

"Good girl." He slid his hand along her chin to cup her jaw with his
palm. "Speak, girl."

There was no tingling, no sensation that anything changed. She was
afraid to speak, in fear of the pain, but then she realized she was
already familiar with that pain.

"Did-" she paused for the shock. When none came, she let out a long breath.

He said, "You not be bonded."

She froze, the exact question clinging to her lips.

He grinned. "We all be asking that. When Sable and Dixie went berserk,
we all be panicked. Bass smacked Grange through a wall. Mother found a
rope around your neck and you be dying. She blew a lot of power to bring
you back. Regeneration charms don't be healing starvation and
strangling," he flicked her charm and then one nipple.

As Merrie arched her back at the tiny gesture, he continued. "Tabby took
Grange away and bitched him out. Would have killed the bastard, but Bass
stopped him. Mother blew a lot of magic to heal Grange. Tabby got hurt
too, but mother don't be having enough power for her. Right now, Bass be
apologizing to Grange."

Merrie whimpered. She didn't want Bass to apologize, Grange deserved
what he got.

"Tabby be pissed now that Bass be crawling on his belly for Grange.
But," Borias sighed, "Bass be Bass. Promises were made and the boss
can't afford to break them. Tabby don't be understanding that but I...
I," Borias' voice broke for a second, "I be knowing what it is like when
you don't have a choice."

Tabitha said something about Bass and promises, that it was how he got
his magic. And she knew that Bass was bound not to hurt Grange, if
Grange's ranting while he fucked her was any indication. In some ways,
Bass had a collar around his own neck, one that he willingly put on. She
whimpered again softly in pity and frustration, because there was
nothing she could do.

"Well," he continued, "we be worried because you still had an empathic
link with him. But, Sable and Dixie both say you not be bonded. It be
close. Maybe a few seconds at most. But, apparently it didn't really
break until Tabby got Grange past the second marker stone."

He shook his finger at her, but Merrie didn't have a reference to
understand the significance.

"So, you be just having a strong empathic connection with the bastard.
It will fade over time, but for a while, you be knowing what's in his
nasty little head. I be shielding you for now, but I can't hold it for
more than a day at most. Of course, it will all go away when you bond,
but we are a few weeks from allowing that."

Merrie pushed out with her mind, wanting to feel Borias' thoughts and
get the taste of Grange's thoughts out of her head. But, when she felt
the resistance of his shield, she pulled back again.

"Feel better?"

Merrie nodded slowly.

He chuckled. He turned back to the counter and added some other
vegetables to the mix. As he cut, the magic flashed and she saw the
diagrams fading from the parchment.

Merrie gulped and whispered, "What is that?"

She reached over the edge of the counter with her severed arm and waved
over the parchment, afraid to touch it.

"This is a spell. Erstil's Intestinal Fortitude. I can't be easily using
raw magic anymore, so I be buying these spells to do my job."

Merrie shivered as she watched him pick through jars of spices.

"What... is your job?"

Borias chuckled. "I be hired for the same reason as Grange, pretty girl."

Merrie cringed but Borias continued. "When Bass sell a girl, he doesn't
be forgetting them. He goes and checks on them. A couple dozen in early
spring before he picked up another litter to train. Most of the time, he
just chatting, pets the girls, and heads home. But, there be two girls
in Belkim that were... they didn't have a good owner. He treated them
like dogs. Fed them filth, made them sleep in their shit, and kept them
caged up. Whored them out to other masters to fuck their dogs. But they
both get real sick and broken. He be beating them. It wasn't the life
Bass be planning with his love and compassion."

Borias sliced some apples over the pile of food. He tapped the board
twice and there was a flash of magic. He scooped it all up into a pot.
He opened another cabinet and pulled out another parchment spell and
lined it up. Some roots and dried peppers came from other drawers and
soon he was slicing them up.

"Now, Bass be pretending he be evil but he be still be a paladin at
heart. So, he be offering to buy them back. Nope, got asked for ten
times what he sold them for. Bass can't be buying that. So, he made a
deal. Bass pay to get the girls healed of diseases and injuries and the
guy sell the girls to a better owner. Everyone happier but Bass be out a
year's profit. Of course, Bass be Bass and he would die to keep his
promises."

Reaching out, Borias stuck a finger in the first pot. It was a dark
brown substance. He grinned and held it out for Merrie to taste.

Merrie sniffed at it and almost choked. It smelled like shit. She felt
the bile rose up and turned away.

Borias licked his finger clean and grinned broadly. "Tastes like shit
too. But, be the healthiest thing you ever be eating. That's my job
actually. I teach you to eat just about everything. By the time I'm done
with you, there won't be anything you won't put in your mouth and swallow."

He chuckled. "You know, besides cocks and cunts."

Merrie blushed and smiled, squirming as she felt a flush growing in her
loins.

"But, I can make you a promise. No matter how bad this," he dipped two
fingers into the noxious food and held it out to her, "it be never be
the real thing. Nothing out of my butt or anyone else at the mill. This
be nothing but vegetables, spices, and a whole lot of alteration magic."

She paled at the smell of it. She felt the bile rising and forced
herself to swallow.

Borias shrugged and licked his fingers clean. She was repulsed by the
idea of the taste, but she felt guilty as she watched him cleaning his
own fingers. She wanted to have him dominate her, to force her to do it,
but not with what he was offering her.

"Mother's magic focuses more on making you stay here, pleasure with the
'good girls' and the punishment when you speak. My magic is less flashy
but also permanent. The spells I cast," he gestured to the now blank
parchment, "change your body so you won't ever get sick if you eat
poisoned or diseased food, drink bad water. If I have you for a full
week, then eating month-old green meat, covered in maggots, and in a
pile of vomit won't get you any sicker than eating that oatmeal slop
they feed you upstairs."

She whimpered.

He reached out with his other hand and stroked her hair. "It's okay, girl."

She sniffed and leaned into his palm. It was strong and comforting. She
let out a whimper and inched closer.

"Damn, you're sexy. Even without the puppy eyes. But, you know why I'm
be doing this. Right? Bass has me feed this to you," he dipped the tip
of his other hand's finger in the food and held it out, "so he never be
seeing a girl crawling on the ground in pain, stomach all twisted and
bleeding, and be helpless to do anything. You can imagine how much that
tore him up."

Merrie stared at the finger, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew
what it smelled like, and she had no doubt what it tasted like. It was
disgusting and vile, but Borias ate it like candy.

"He be loving you girls."

Bass was kind and compassionate, the master that Merrie wished she could
have. She warmed up even more at the thought of his tender ways, the
kindness and compassion he gave all of them. He was crying when he held
her the day Ass Licker ran away, trying to convince himself that he was
evil.

She nodded, her eyes still not leaving the dark-tipped finger held in
front of her. She didn't need magic to know what Borias wanted her to
do. Her stomach clenched tightly as she stared at it, trying not to
breath in the earthy scent.

"It's only vegetables," whispered Borias.

Merrie whimpered and glanced up at him.

He smiled sweetly to her. And then, she felt the pressure on her head as
he guided her to it.

Her heart thumped loudly, the sense of being dominated slamming into
her. She could easily slip to the side to avoid it, but she was caught
his hand as if she was chained. She fought down the bile and closed her
eyes. Slowly, she parted her lips. Between her legs, the heat of
submission boiled hotly across her senses, reminding her that she was
his willing slave.

It tasted terrible, but she managed to find the strength to lap at his
finger. She wrapped her lips around his knuckles and slid it back,
cleaning it like a cock. Her stomach surged and she fought it down.

"Good girl," whispered Borias, "you are a pretty, good girl."

She gasped as the finger slipped from her mouth. She let out a sob as
she inhaled sharply.

The pressure on her neck relaxed. "That was such a good girl."

She felt ashamed and humiliated. The taste clung to her mouth and she
gulped to try clearing it. Her stomach tingled and she felt magic
spreading out from her stomach and leaving a strange flutter inside her.

"But, this be for Fuckhole, not you. Different spells for different meals."

He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

"Don't be worrying, pretty girl, the first one is usually the easiest to
swallow."

The blade flashed with magic as he chopped and sliced. As he worked, she
could see a hint of a professional cook in his movements. He was skilled
and fast, preparing her dinner in a matter of moments. When he finished,
he poured it into a pot and set it on the nearest heating rune.

Borias pulled the other pots off the cooking runes and set out three
dishes. Each dish matched the lid of the pot: blue, green, and yellow.
He poured Fuckhole's yellow pot into the bowl and it slopped to the
bottom. Useless Cunt's was thicker, but just as disgusting.
Twenty-Eights came in lumps and he shaped a few of them with his fingers
before licking his fingers clean.

"In Abbinkey, they don't let wizards be in general population. So, I be
in solitary and be getting the nasty jobs. The last eight years there, I
be cleaning out the bathrooms and jacks. After a while, I had to adjust
or be killing myself." There was a haunted quality in his voice, a
memory of something terrible.

Merrie whimpered softly and rested the end of her hand on his arm. Her
tail pressed against her thigh in a protective gesture.

Borias patted it. "That be my old life. Now, I be happy. Let me feed the
other girls and I be coming back."

She barked and turned back to her pot, watching the chopped vegetables
and meats rolling in the thick soup. She was curious how it went from
recognizable food into something disgusting. She waited until the door
to the room closed and then pushed out with her senses.

In her mind's eye, she could see the magic swirling around inside the
pot. As she focused on it, she picked out two different types of energy.
One had the same feel as the shower of magic while he cut. It felt like
a flower slowly dissolving in the food, sinking into every bite and
nibble. There was a sense of waiting, like a liquor-filled candy ready
to burst open when bit into.

The second spell was far more complicated. She couldn't comprehend its
structure any more than how it was made, but she could almost sense its
purpose. It worked around the first spell, changing the food while
leaving the transformation spell untouched. It was what made it taste
and look horrible, but she could also see how it was just an illusion.

As she watched, the soup thickened and transformed into a bowl of what
appeared to be crap. She pulled a face wondering if she could actually
do what Borias want and eat it. She bit her lip and reached out with her
arm for it, just to smell it.

The door opened and she yanked it back. Her movement was more violent
than she wanted and she tipped the crate back. The world shifted and she
let out a shriek as she tumbled back.

The stone smacked into her back and she laid on the floor, staring up at
Borias with a blush of humiliation.

"You be okay?"

Reluctantly, she nodded.

"You be hungry?"

She shot a fearful look at the stove. She shook her head. Even as she
denied it, her stomach rumbled and twisted to the side.

"You be lying. I feed you."

He affectionately patted her head and turned to the stove. She wanted to
watch but he made no effort to restore the crate. Instead, she remained
on the ground and unable to look. It added to her sense of helplessness.
He could be doing anything he wanted and she had no way of knowing. It
wasn't any different than a restaurant, but having her meal prepared
just a meter away somehow added a sharp knife edge to her helplessness.

She squirmed as the heat boiled inside her. It warred with the revulsion
she felt for her meal. The two left her disoriented as she struggled
with what Borias wanted and what she craved.

When he set down the bowl in front of her, she stared in shock. He
shaped her dinner so it looked like it was at the bottom of the toilet.
But, in a stark contrast, he made a little flower of summer fruit and
stuck it on top. She didn't know if she wanted to throw up or laugh.

She snorted and turned to hide her smile.

"Aye, ruins the effect, I be knowing. But, this is important, girl. You
need to be eating."

Merrie whimpered and looked at it again. She shook her head. "I-I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"I-"

Borias knelt on the floor next to her. "How about we make a deal?"

Merrie looked up. "A deal?"

"Yeah, a deal. You do something for me, I be doing something for you."

"Like fucking?"

Borias reached over and caught her head with both hands. He tilted her
up and kissed her on the lips. Heat rippled along her skin as he broke
the kiss. "I be fucking you no matter what tonight."

Merrie tightened her legs, enjoying the feel of her pussy growing wet
with anticipation.

"No, I want you to clean your bowl and... finish your drink. And if you
be a good girl, I give you a proper glass of brew to wash out the
taste." He gestured to the casks in the back of his room.

She looked at the barrels. The only time she had alcohol since she got
to the mill was during the puppy shows. It was for special occasions.
She glanced back down at her dinner, fighting the revulsion.

It was only vegetables and meat. It only looked disgusting and probably
tasted just as worse. Her stomach clenched tightly as she looked up
pleadingly. "I... I..."

"You can do it, Merrie."

Hearing her name, her resistance began to crumble. She felt tears in her
eyes as she dropped her gaze back down. She struggled with herself for a
long moment until she came to one thought. It was for Bass. And... it
was for Borias.

Gasping for breath, she positioned herself over the bowl. Her body
trembled as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

And she ate.

As she choked down her transformed dinner, Borias stroked her back and
head. "That's a good girl. A pretty girl. So brave. So-" It was
comforting as she struggled against throwing up. It was just as bad as
she thought it was but she had to do it, for Bass and Borias.

She finished faster than she thought. Knowing that it would please
Borias, she gave the rune at the bottom of her bowl a lick to lean it
before lifting her head. She gasped for breath, sobbing.

Borias wiped the tears from her eyes. "You be a good girl."

She opened her mouth and gagged.

"Better get you something to drink, then your brew."

Merrie froze as he stood up. She knew what was coming, but still
watching him unbutton his pants and step out of them left a dread
growing in her gut. She stared at his half-hard cock with trepidation.
Her tongue morbidly explored her own mouth, trying to get the taste out
of her mouth.

Borias stood in front of her and gestured for her. "Beg."

She was helpless to resist. Pulling herself up into a begging position,
she spread her legs and held herself still. The ends of her arms brushed
against the iron collar around her neck.

"You are pretty. This won't be long, just a few gulps, okay?"

Merrie swallowed at the dryness, fighting with the heat of submission
and the taste that gagged her. She trembled.

Borias slid his hands around her head, cupping her chin with his palms.
"Open your pretty mouth, girl."

She obeyed. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she felt the heat growing
inside her, adding to the pleasure and revulsion. She shifted closer and
lifted her gaze to look into his eyes.

"That's a good girl," she shivered with the pleasure. "Now, take a deep
breath and be opening your throat like you are going to drink."

She struggled to obey. She knew it was coming, but when the first hot
stream of urine splashed in her mouth, she gasped and choked. She tried
to pull away, but his hands tightened around her head but at least he
stopped.

"That's okay, just breathe. Breathe."

"B-Borias, I-"

"You can do this, Merrie."

She moaned at her name, it was her own personal drug. She gulped and
opened her mouth again, tilting her head back.

"Oh, you be good girl."

He started up again. This time, she was ready for the hot stream and let
it pour down her throat. The hot humiliation filled her as he emptied
his bladder into her. She sobbed but kept her mouth open, taking
everything until the stream came to a stop and a few droplets splashed
on her tongue.

Merrie closed her mouth to gulp, then opened it again.

"Oh," Borias said with a smile, "you be a very good girl. You be brave
and pretty. But, I be empty."

Relieved that her ordeal was over, at least for a short period, Merrie
closed her mouth. She glanced down at the cock she just drank from and
saw a droplet forming at the tip. Without thinking, she opened her mouth
and took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue teased the tip as she
sucked on it. A few droplets of urine teased her senses, but it was
nothing compared to what she just went through.

Borias let out a soft moan as his shaft grew harder in her mouth. His
hands slid up to the side of her head, cradling her but also preparing
to guide her.

She kept herself begging and bobbed down on his cock. Compared to
everything that just happened, cum was a taste she had acquired and she
knew how to get it. With a smile, she teased it as it grew harder in her
mouth, filling her with the comforting joy of a cock against the back of
her throat.

Merrie held it there, sucking and lapping with her tongue until Borias
took over. He held her tight as he slid his shaft from her lips. She
felt a flush of being dominated and of being used. When he drove
forward, she moaned around his cock. It was something she craved now, of
her lips wrapped around hard flesh. His cock head against the back of
her throat flared her lust with every bump. She squirmed with excitement
as he fucked her face. She sucked harder, chasing away the taste of shit
and urine with the fresh flavor of pre-cum.

It didn't take long before he reached his crest. Holding her firmly, he
pulled his shaft completely free of her mouth.

"Open up," he gasped.

Merrie opened her mouth and listened to her heart pounding in her chest.
She lifted her gaze up to his eyes and held herself still. A moment
later, his cum splattered into her mouth. She opened her throat like she
was drinking, relishing the feel of cum sliding into her gut with a hot,
searing taste. There was a similarity between the two actions, one
already a natural action and she had no doubt that the other would soon
become one. It was far better than eating the transformed food.

She moaned and squirmed, rocking her hips back and forth as the last of
his cum filled her stomach. She licked her lips to get a small glob that
caught the corner of her lip. With a smile, she barked once.

"Good girl. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Merrie gave him a pained looked and Borias laughed. After a moment, she
snorted and then was giggling with him.

"Okay, but I knew," he lowered himself to kiss her on the lips, "you
would swallow the first time. You be such a good girl."

Merrie squirmed and breathed in the tiny space between their lips. His
own breath was hot on her face and she flushed hotly.

Borias kissed her lips again. "And I be owing you a brew."

She almost answered like a person, but then decided to bark instead. She
leaned forward and barked, her lips caressing his own. Then, with a sly
grin, she licked his face.

He looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled. "You be really
adorable, you know."

Standing up, Borias took her bowl and tossed it into a sink. He opened
one of the cabinets and fog poured out of it. He grabbed a large glass
mug and closed it. Heading to the back wall, he picked out one of the
casks and pulled the handle. A dark amber liquid poured out, filling the
glass until the thick foamy head crested over the rim.

Turning around, he padded back to her. His cock bobbed with his
movements and she felt the moisture clinging to her pussy.

Merrie wagged her tail as she stared at it, gulping reflexively and
enjoying the boiling heat gathered in her pussy. She wanted to be
fucked, to come, and she knew that it would only be a matter of moments.
She panted with need and watched impatiently as Borias settled on the
ground with his legs crossed in front of him. His shaft stuck up from
his groin as he patted to his shins.

"Come on, Merrie, have a seat."

Merrie crawled over, her body slick with excitement. She poised her rear
in his lap, settling down. His cock bumped against her asshole and then
slid into the groove of her pussy. When it bumped her clitoris, she let
out a moan and settled into place. She squirmed for a moment to shift
her tail so it was trapped against her back and his belly.

"Good girl," he whispered into her ear.

She panted as she rocked her hips along his cock. With a grin, she
leaned forward and let his cock slid into her cunt with a wet slurp. She
rested her weight down until he was completely sheathed inside her pussy.

"You remember the stairs," asked Borias as he picked up the icy glass.

Merrie moaned at the memory. She spread her legs and sank down further
on his cock. With her legs splayed out, she pressed her arms against her
thighs and tilted up her head.

His cock pulsed in her pussy. "Good girl."

She moaned as she pressed her low lip to the glass. When he didn't pour
it immediately, she wiggled her hips. His cock swirled around her
insides, teasing her pussy. She had to wait for him. He was give her
what she needed, what he wanted to give her.

With a whimper, she opened her mouth even further.

He tilted the glass and the strong stout poured into her mouth. She
opened her throat and let it slid down her throat. She clamped down
tightly on his cock as the utter submission slammed into her. It didn't
matter if it was beer, piss, or cum, she would swallow anything Borias
commanded her to.

**

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