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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 50: A Simple Door
by t'Sade

Three months have passed and Merrie is getting comfortable with her new
life. She has a good master but still struggles with jealousy with his
girlfriend. But, is there someone or something she can find solace or
least a shoulder to lean on?

(MF fdom oral beast ws)

**

Winter had come to Franome City and Merrie had been at the mansion for
three months. Outside, the wind howled and leaked in through broken
windows and rotted walls. It seeped through the cracks in the porch and
blew in eddies of brisk cold that sent a shiver along Merrie's naked
skin. The house was heated but the warmth came from various heating
stones that Kine stole during his frequent late-night visits to practice
his trade.

One of them was dangling on the side of her cage and the heat swirled
around her in warm comfort. The heating stone was a caught elemental, a
tiny spark of almost sentient flame bound between metal wire wrapped
around a hoop. It looked like a dream-catcher, except for the glint of
platinum strands and flickering blue inside it.

Merrie stretched out, basking in the warmth. Her breasts bumped along
the blanket beneath her and she enjoyed just rocking back and forth. The
friction against her nipples brought up little sparks of pleasure.

She reached out and tapped her cage door. It swung open, silent on the
freshly oiled hinges. She watched as it slid into the bars of the other
cage. The impact rang out in the confines of the cold porch.

Tamin looked up from his cage. He woofed as he looked for an intruder.
Behind him, the others hounds did the same.

The door swung back, tapping against the entrance of her own cage.
Merrie smiled and pushed it open again. At the same time, she reached
out with her mind and comforted the hounds to keep the silent.

Her master rarely locked the door when he was out of the house, which
was most days. Only when Merrie misbehaved, did he lock it before
leaving for the night. It was a pleasurable torture that always brought
a smile to her lips and a heat to her pussy. When he released her, he
always fucked her hard against the cage; she loved how her breasts fit
between the bars of the cold metal as he pounded her from behind.

A warmth tickled her pussy as she remembered the last time. It was a
week earlier after she deliberately spilled her bowl across the kitchen
floor. It interrupted the screaming fight between Kine and Rimmy.

In anger, Kine took her away to spank her, fuck her, and cage her. But
after the fact, he was smiling as he padlocked the cage shut. And the
screaming had stopped.

She wondered how she would misbehave again.

It wasn't that Kine didn't fuck her frequently. He did it almost every
morning after he came home red-eyed and exhausted from a night of
stealing or partying. But ever since Rimmy moved her cage to the porch,
Kine would finish by leading her from the bedroom and into her cage,
shutting her into porch with the other dogs.

He never mentioned bringing the cage back. And when Rimmy declared she
wanted Kine, there was no question from him. She felt a pang of jealousy
every time Rimmy shot her a triumphant smile and followed Kine to his
bedroom.

But, when morning came and the cage wasn't locked, Merrie would wake up
with her master. Yawning, she crawled back across the mansion and woke
him up properly: with her mouth, pussy, ass, or tits. She smiled at the
warmth from the morning's fuck. He rolled her on her belly and pounded
her ass, crushing her tail under his hips and smashing her face into the
pillows. She came hard, whimpering just the way he loved it.

When he left in the evening for a simple theft, there was a smile on his
face and her juices coating his cock. She watched him leave, sprawled
out in his bed with cum leaking from her ass.

Merrie rolled over on her back. Her legs braced against the bars of the
cage as she looked down at her stomach. Her belly was taut with just a
hint of muscle. Her legs and arms were just as healthy as the day she
left the Puppy Mill. Two hours of exercise every day kept her fit. All
because of a simple time keeping spell and the need for structure in a
chaotic household.

The only things she couldn't do was shave. Her pussy was a patch of dark
hair. She knew that Kine didn't care for it, but he didn't do anything
about it. Instead, she just watched it grow and wished that he would
take her to the bath tub, hold her tight, and make her bare again.
Someone did it before and it was one of the most intimate moments she
had in her life, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember
who held her like that.

The alarm spell activated. It was a tickle in the back of her spine,
reminding her of the second exercise session.

Her heart beat faster as she flipped on her wrists and knees. She nosed
the door open.

In the other cage, Tamin and the other dogs watched her. Their tails
wagged back and forth. They had lost some of their wildness in the
previous months and Merrie knew it was partially because of her. Their
minds were almost as chaotic, but they obeyed her silent commands. She
wished they could talk to her, to give her some way of expressing
herself as an intelligent being, but there was no one to project with.

She smiled to herself and crawled out. Circling around, she grabbed a
scoop of food and dragged it over to nine bowls next to the dog's cage.
She filled each one with a scoop of the food, her stomach rumbling with
her own hunger.

As soon as she finished, she crawled over to the dog's cage and reached
up for the latch.

Tamin reached through the bar and licked her from belly button to
breast. His breath was hot against her skin and a dribble saliva ran
down between her legs.

She giggled---it came out as a chuckling woof---and pushed the bar up.
It swung out and the cage door swung open.

One by one, the dogs stepped out of their cage. Each one was huge and
towered over her, but they walked calmly over to their bowls and sat down.

With a smile on her face, Merrie crawled over to the ninth bowl. It was
next to Tamin. She glanced over at the calm creatures and gave a nod.

The room burst into movement. All eight dog doves into their food,
slobbering as they shoved the bowls around.

Merrie dove into her own, eating as fast as the others. It was plain
food, dried meats and cooked grains, but it was far healthier than the
greasy food that her master and Rimmy ate. Kine and Rimmy burned through
their food with their frequent trips through the shadow. Every time they
spent the night on a job, they spent the entire day scarfing down food
and never gaining a gram.

She finished eating only a few heartbeats after Tamin. She licked the
bowl clean and sat back, enjoying the pressure in her belly and the
feeling of being satisfied. She also felt a warmth flickering inside
her; she was eating from a bowl like a dog and it gave her a thrill
every time she bowed down eat. It didn't matter if Kine wasn't watching,
she still felt it in her core.

One of the dogs whined and padded over to the back door. The winter wind
leaked through the cracks underneath the door.

Merrie hesitated, staring at the door with trepidation. Even with the
heating runes underneath the tiles, the wind nipped at her naked skin.

The dog pawed again. Tamin joined him, the heavy dog striding to the
door and sitting down.

Merrie gave him a mock glare and padded after him. Reaching up with both
arms, she strained to turn the knob. It was icy against her skin and it
slipped repeatedly until she managed to force it around. It clicked and
Tamin shoved past her to open it.

Icy wind howled around her. Her nipples crinkled at the bite of wind. It
swirled around her and she shivered violently. She brought up a spell to
defend against frostbite; it didn't keep her warm but prevented any
damage from crawling naked through the ice and snow.

Taking a deep breath, she crawled after the pack. The ice tore at her
senses but she forced herself through the snow. Her knees dug into the
soft padding and she felt the tiny sparks of pain from the cold.

In the far back, the dogs were already doing their business: peeing and
shitting in their various corners. She joined them and they parted away
as she found a clear spot on the snow. Her master has renewed the
cleansing rune and she didn't have to shit, but he still found her
peeing on the ground fascinating and erotic.

She crouched down, spread her legs through the thick snow, and relaxed.
A hot stream of urine poured out of her, steaming as it hit the ground
between her. She let out a pleasurable sigh and closed her eyes,
enjoying every moment as she emptied herself.

When she finished, she shook her hips but a few droplets continued to
cling to her nether lips. With the icy wind, the droplets began to
freeze over and she squirmed trying to get them clear.

She felt a presence behind her, looming.

It was Tamin. The large dog had stepped behind her. There were no clear
thoughts in his head, just an unreadable sense of primal chaos.

It wasn't an attack, but his tongue. The thick, hot member ran up her
legs and he lapped at her pussy and ass. She gasped at the sensation,
jerking forward from the force of his lick. Tamin's breath seared her
backside as he forced her tail out of the way and lapped harder. The wet
tongue ran up her pussy, a long slurp that ran from her clitoris to
asshole. He seemed to linger on her ass, swirling his tongue around the
wrinkled opening before licking her again.

Merrie slumped forward, her legs spread widely. The tongue sent pleasure
coursing through her senses and contrasted with the sharp pain of ice
against her face and breasts. She gasped into the icy crust. It clung to
her face, eyelashes, and nipples.

The massive dog stepped forward, forcing her down to the ground. Her ass
was lifted and exposed, like a bitch in heat. He lapped harder, swirling
his tongue along her inner thigh and up to her pussy. She could feel him
cleaning every droplet of pee from her body.

She could feel a new need rising up inside Tamin, a need to mate. Her
heart thumped louder as she realized she was in the position for
breeding and it would take only another step forward before his cock was
in a position to impale her.

Gasping, she reached out with her mind and pushed back.

Tamin resisted, struggling to mount the bitch before him, but his
animistic mind was no defense against Merrie's power. He stepped back
with a shake of his head.

Merrie lifted her face from the snow and glance back at him. She wanted
it, she wanted to feel the hard cock slamming into her. It would fill
her like she craved, but it would also betray her master. She would fuck
Tamin, but only if Kine wanted her to.

It hurt not to get satisfaction, but she needed to serve her master.

Standing up, she sent out a pulse of warmth and comfort.

The rest of her pack, silent in her mind but capable of feeling her,
wagged their tails. Two of the younger ones spun and tackled into each
other, wrestling in the shadowed ice of the World Tree.

Merrie grinned and let them play. She crawled out of the snow and back
on the porch.

Tamin followed her, sniffing at her ass as she moved. She felt a
trembling of fear, but there was no anger or rage in the dog's actions.
Instead, he turned around and sat down next to her.

She looked up at him, wondering what went on in his head. She could feel
his needs, not emotions or thoughts, but just a creature living in the
Now and doing what his instincts told him to. But, deep beneath the
simple animal, there was also magic; Tamin and the others were dogs of
the shadows. They felt with the master came home, but they didn't even
have Kine's chaotic control over their own talents.

Warmth enveloped her. Merrie gasped and returned her attention to Tamin.
The dog had leaned into her, his body's warmth pushing away the cold.

She relaxed and smiled. She sank against his muscular shoulder and
enjoyed his heat. She didn't have to say anything to him, even if she
could. He was doing what he needed to and she did what she could.

Together, the bitch and the alpha watched the pack wrestle and play. The
six dogs were cheerful as they barked and whined. They tore up the snow
and ice and turned the entire back yard into a muddy pit of slush.

Just as the dogs were running out of energy, the shadows grew suddenly
sharper. The fuzzy edges turned knife-edge strong and the feeling of
power ran down Merrie's spine.

She looked up sharply and then around. The world has grown black and
white, with the shadows turning into inky black voices. Blinking, she
looked up at the sun still in the sky. Something felt different with the
changes, her master or Rimmy never came home during bright sunlight.

Next to her, Tamin tensed up and a bark rumbled in his chest. Out in the
back yard, the others also stopped and looked around. Some of them
whined while others wagged their tails.

The master had come home.

Merrie crawled back. Something was wrong, she felt it as a clenching in
her gut. She turned her back on the yard and crawled into the house. As
she moved, she reached out with her mind, trying to find the center of
power. It was on the first floor, in the northern wing.

Hopeful, she rushed through the kitchen and dining hall. Her bare knees
and wrists tapped on the ground. Behind her, Tamin followed with his
steady thumps. The others remained behind, milling in the yard and porch
but they would go no further unless Merrie allowed it.

She came up to Kine's door and pushed it open, but there wasn't the
familiar inky depths of her master's arrival. She frowned but looked
around anyways. The shadows were black but they didn't the darkness that
felt like a portal to another world. He wasn't in the room, but they
were close.

Closing her eyes, she focused mentally. The mansion was draped in
darkness, a haze of shadows that permeated every meter of stone and
wood. She had gotten used to the smell of her home, but its magical
presence stole her breath away. It was as difficult to focus on as it
was on the physical world. The repulsion wards were thin and wispy, but
thousands upon thousands of castings had wrapped the entire place darkness.

She frowned as she pushed her senses through the murky shadows, forcing
her mind to spread out to find her master or his mistress.

The darkness bore down on her, tugging on her and she followed it. Her
mind pushed through the warped, shifting world of the mansion's wards
until she found where the world had turned into a pitch black void, a
ragged tear between two worlds that wasn't sealing up. Something was on
the other side and she felt a presence scrape against her mind, light
and caressing but utterly alien.

Whimpering, she wrapped herself in her shields. The pressure and
tightness cut off the foreign mind from her and she struggled to
identify the physical location of the dark. It was further down the
hall, past the clutter and mess.

Concern and fear filled her. Even during their fights, neither her
master or Rimmy had ever appeared that far from the beaten path in the
mansion. And when they did step through the shadows, there was no
lingering darkness behind. But, it was there, a harsh rip into the world
they both stepped through and it wasn't closing.

She whined and looked at Tamin.

The large hound cocked his head. His instincts were responding to her
needs, but there was nothing for him to defend or protect. Drooping his
ears, he waited.

Merrie crawled out of the room and down the hall. It was less than a
meter before she had to crawl over a pile of carpets and then up on top
of a dresser. The glossy polished wood was slick underneath her limbs
and she slipped, but the fear drove her to keep crawling. With every
passing inch, the feeling of darkness and danger continued to rise.

Behind her, Tamin followed. His panting was loud in the cramped quarters
of the hallway. The dresser creaked underneath his weight. His presence
gave her some comfort, a balance to the fear that pounded through her
veins.

She stared up an armoire. It blocked the entire hallway and she couldn't
find a way around it, except for a large gap above it. She whimpered and
reached up for it. Her arms caught the edge, but when she strained to
pull herself up, she slipped off.

Whimpering, she tried again, her feet pawing at the front of the armoire
as she tried to find purchase. She slumped back, slamming hard against
the dresser behind her. She slid over the top and she let out a cry
before she slumped against Tamin.

The shadows grew darker, a suffocating pressure that bore down on her.
She could feel it tearing at her mind. It was the gap between worlds and
it was sucking at her spirit.

Merrie threw herself at the armoire, clawing and pawing at it. Her
severed arms and legs were useless. The carved front of the doors,
elegant silfae murals, cut at her ankles and thighs but she pushed
through the pain in efforts to force herself up.

She found brief purchase on the top of the armoire. Gasping, she dug her
ankles into the front and scrambled up. She crushed her breasts against
the front molding as she clawed further. Just as her mounds hit the top,
she slid back. Crying out, she pawed helplessly as she slid back.

Her legs smacked into Tamin's head. The hound had crawled up behind her.
She landed hard on his rock-hard skull, her tail was crushed against his
face.

He let out a woof and pushed her up.

Merrie whimpered and sent out a frantic command, guiding him to give her
the boost she needed to crawl up on the armoire. Up on top, her legs
splayed out for balance, she sneezed at the dust that curled around her.

Tamin peered up over the armoire. There was no way he could follow her.

She gave him a pulse of thanks and peered down the other side of the
armoire. She couldn't see in the pitch darkness but the armoire was over
two meters tall. If she dropped down, she could be landing on the floor,
furniture, or even glass.

Gulping, she peered back the other side, at Tamin watching her. She
could lower herself down, but when she fell, it would hurt.

A groan drifted from the darkness. It was her master.

All fears evaporated. She turned around and stuck her thighs into the
darkness. Reaching out with her mind, she drove Tamin to reach up as
high as he could and open his mouth.

He obeyed, shoving himself into the gap. He blocked the light from the
hallway, but even in the pitch darkness, she could see his glittering
teeth. His mouth was huge and the powerful jaws could snap her in half.

Gulping, she shoved her arms into his mouth, resting against the bottom
ridge of his teeth. Her body grew hot and slick, but she didn't know
why. The only other time she ever had her arms in a wolf's jaw was the
day she was cropped, of the most terrifying days of her life.

She cringed at the next step. With a mental push, she ordered Tamin to
bite down on her.

The powerful hound only hesitated for a second, then snapped down. His
teeth pierced her flesh and he clamped down hard on her bones, grinding
them into each other.

Merrie cried out in pain. She held him still, ordering him to hold her
as she lowered herself into the darkness. Her feet flailed against the
smooth back. She wasn't falling though the pain was excruciating.

Blood pooled on top of the armoire. Tamin's mind was torn, he wanted to
defend her but she held his body in an iron grip, forcing him to dig
deeper into her flesh and lower her.

Sobbing with pain, Merrie searched for something in the darkness to
brace herself. One ankle brushed against a shelf of some sort. She
reached back and braced herself against it.

Fresh blood dribbled down her arm and splashed against her breasts. She
cold feel the teeth grinding on her bones, tearing at her flesh, but her
master was in danger.

Bracing herself, she released her command on Tamin. The hound snapped
open his mouth and released her. She slipped down but caught herself on
a wooden shelf.

The wood creaked once before it snapped. She let out a scream as she
plummeted into darkness.

She hit the floor hard with her knee. There was a muted crack as her
thigh snapped. She collapsed into the ground, slamming her head into the
back of the armoire before hitting the ground hard.

The impact drove the air out of her. She clutched herself, crying out as
tears soaked her cheeks and stars burned across her vision. Her mind was
swamped with pain. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't do anything.

Painfully close, she heard her master's groan of pain. She couldn't see
him, not in the pitch darkness, but she had to get to him. Desperate,
she threw up her seeking spell and threw her fear into it. It spread out
from her and she found Kine. He was only a few meters away.

Sobbing with pain, she crawled through the darkness for him.

Merrie slammed into a door and stars exploded across her vision. The
impact rattled a door and a spear of light burst out from around her
feet. The brightness was blinding and she had to blink away the tears.

Whining, she pawed at the door. She accidentally put her weight on her
broken leg. It crumbled underneath her and she smacked hard against the
door frame.

Inside, she heard Kine gasping for breath.

Fear poured ice down her spine and pushed away the pain. Her panting was
loud in the darkness. She shoved her shoulder against the door. It
shuddered but didn't open. The spear of light brightened and she saw
movement underneath, a shadow wavering through the spear of light.

Desperate, she dropped to the ground and pressed her face so she could
look underneath the door. Beyond was an empty room, filled with dust.
Light came in through a half-covered window, spearing into the darkness.
A thick cloud of rising dust danced in the beam of light. On the ground,
in the pool of light, was her master.

A whine escaped her throat. Merrie pawed at the door, her wrists
bouncing helplessly against the heavy wood. She moved frantically,
trying to find the door handle but she only found a hole where the
handle used to be.

Kine groaned again.

Merrie dropped to the ground, whimpering loudly. She peered through the
light.

Her master was on the ground, clawing at his throat. His face was a
blue, as if he was choking, but darker still was the magic around him.
His own shadow was rising up from his body like smoke. It faded in the
light as he continued to writhe on the ground. As she watched, his body
blurred and a thick wave of shadows rose up from the air. But his body
didn't regain focus. Instead, it continued to grow blurrier with every
passing heartbeat.

Crying as loudly as she could, she reached out with her mind. She hit
his shields and delved into them, forcing her way through the chaotic
storms and fear that filled his veins.

[i]Kine was standing with the rest of the team on the top of a building,
ready to toast to their success. Quin, a pickpocket, had stolen a keg of
beer from the pub below and was pouring it into five large mugs. The
others were joking and laughing, the adrenaline still pumping through
their veins from the heist.[/i]

[i]After weeks of planning, they successfully stole a three million mark
painting. The operation went as smooth as silk. Five different security
systems including a squad of mages and their wards, had fallen.[/i]

[i]Quin handed out the mugs. "To success!"[/i]

[i]"Success," said Kine and drank deeply. It was a good batch of stout,
still sealed by the brewer's guild. He enjoying it pouring down his
throat. With a gasp, he finished it and smiled.[/i]

[i]But the smile froze on his lips. Quin was toying with his mug and
watching everyone warily.[/i]

[i]Kine felt a prickle of fear. He glanced over at the cask, but it
still had the seal next to it. It couldn't be poisoned. Kine's stomach
twisted, but he couldn't tell if it was his fear or something else.[/i]

[i]"You bastard," whispered Tulip, the safe cracker. She was glaring at
Quin. "Damn you, you don't betray your crew."[/i]

[i]Kine almost doubled over in pain. He could taste blood in his mouth.[/i]

[i]Quin gave a grim smile and stepped back. "I'm going away from this
damn city and this will give me a nice little nest egg. Sorry, nothing
personal."[/i]

[i]Tulip dropped to her knees, throwing up blood. She groaned, her eyes
rolled up in her head, and she collapsed. The others followed, hitting
the ground with thuds. The smell of shit and gore rose up.[/i]

[i]Kine shook his head, sweat beading on his chest. He took a step
forward and stumbled. He couldn't die. He had Merrie. He could never
leave her alone in the mansion, she would die.[/i]

Merrie almost broke down at the thoughts burning through her master's head.

[i]Quin gave a shooing gesture. "Go on, die."[/i]

[i]Kine lunged for him but weakness grabbed him and he dropped to the
ground. The impact shot pain through his knees.[/i]

[i]With a laugh, Quin walked around him and head for the painting.[/i]

[i]Kine closed his eyes and pulled. The shadows pooled around him,
gathering in a cloak of darkness. Energy throbbed along his bones, a
pulsating of coolness that burned away his life as everything slowed
down. With a surge that felt like jumping into an icy river, he pulled
himself out of reality and into the Shadow.[/i]

[i]Darkness swirled around him, an inverse world of darkness and small
patches of light. He staggered to the side, but he was only doing a
short jump. Releasing it, he came back into reality centimeters away
from Quin's fingers reaching for the painting.[/i]

[i]Quin stopped in shock.[/i]

[i]Kine grabbed the traitor and pulled again. The darkness enveloped
both of them and they plunged back into the Shadow. It was a howling
world.[/i]

[i]Quin's scream was deafening.[/i]

[i]Kine struggled to remain conscious. He remembered the spell his
master gave him, the spell he could only use once in his life and it
would bind his soul forever. It darkened across his mind, a calligraphic
poem written in darkness itself. As it he cast it, he felt his life
burning away.[/i]

[i]And then it was there, a ripple of darkness on darkness. Kine
couldn't focus on it, but he knew there was nothing to see. It just was
a presence that beat against his soul. It was a Lord of Darkness, the
closest thing the Shadow had to a god.[/i]

[i]The Lord plucked Quin from Kine's hand. (He will never stop
screaming,) came the inky words, spreading out across over his thoughts
as words across his vision. And then the Lord and Quin were gone.[/i]

[i]Kine staggered home, throwing up twice. As he moved, the world around
him moved faster, shifting from city scene to scene. When he reached the
house, a pitch black version of the mansion that glowed with magic, he
stepped back into realit.[/i]

Merrie gasped. Her master was dying. She pawed at the door as her mind
spun a spell furiously. It was the locator spell and she was looking for
Rimmy. Rimmy could get to her master, if she moved fast enough. She
threw the spell, aiming it toward the south. As soon as it was off, she
threw it again and again, sending spears out across the entire city in
desperation. As she felt the spell radiating out, she staggered from the
exhaustion.

She pounding on the door, braced on her one good leg. She couldn't get
inside. Blood poured down her arms. She had to get to Kine. She had to
get to her master. Her skin tingled, it was a bonding but it shot off
across her grandfather's lands.

A few meters away, Tamin howled as he tried to get to her.

An idea flashed in her head. She gathered up power for a new spell:
domination. It came easily to her mind and she adjusted it for the pack.
When she released it, threads of power snapped out and punched into the
heart of eight dogs. She could feel their fear, but there was an
obedience and submission she could use.

The detection spells came back in rapid succession: nothing found,
nothing found, Rimmy was to the east, nothing from the north.

Clamping down on her location, Merrie impressed the direction into the
pack but she was already crying. It was three kilometers away, Rimmy
would never get back in time. They turned and raced for her, even though
it would be too late.

[i]She was in her grandfather's kitchen.[/i]

[i]"No!" she screamed, "I don't have time!"[/i]

[i]He said nothing and just spread out a spell across the table. "On the
dog, but there will be consequences."[/i]

Merrie didn't hesitate. It was an intensely complicated spell, but it
was burned into her mind. She threw it down the connection she shared
with the Tamin, spurred on when she heard blood pouring down on the
ground beyond a door she couldn't open. She felt the dog's mind blossom
underneath it, power filling them, burning new thoughts across their
mind and crystallizing their very nature.

Tears burned in her eyes as she slumped forward. It was hard to breathe.
She was using too many spells, but she couldn't stop. She needed to get
through the door, she had to save him. She was nothing without a master.

(Alpha.)

She froze at the new voice. It was deep and rumbling and the mind behind
it was capable of only a single thought. It was Tamin. She could feel
him in her thoughts, the beginning of an intelligence in the alpha dog.

Sobbing, she pushed the memory of Kine's passing into Shadow and the
location of Rimmy. (Find her!)

There was a ripple of power as the shadows gathered around Tamin.
Calligraphy, stolen from Kine's memories, burned across the hound's new
intelligence. He used his own natural talents and her master's skill and
he stepped into the Shadows.

Merrie screamed and pounded at the door. Blood ran freely down her arms,
splashing down on her breasts and on the ground. On the other side of
the narrow door was her master, dying.

She needed him.

Her body was shaking.

He needed her.

She was trying to bond.

If she could only reach him.

With a gasp, she realized what she had to do.

[i]She was back in her grandfather's kitchen. "Release the bond."[/i]

[i]"I cannot. You haven't gone through enough lessons. I---"[/i]

[i]She didn't wait. Surging across the table, she landed on him. "Teach
me!"[/i]

[i]Her mind plunged into her grandfather's. It hurt, but she knew no
other way. She forced herself through his lessons, the images flashing
up with dizzying spell. She knew her physical form was screaming and
there was blood coming out of her nose and ears, but she needed her
master. She felt herself growing more solid as spells, lessons, and
patterns burned across her mind.[/i]

[i]Her grandfather screamed and clawed at her, but she couldn't stop.
She saw how Haviston had created her grandfather's image, triggering him
to slowly teach her lessons. She plunged deeper, finding where he left
little hints to release her bond. A bit here, a bit there.[/i]

[i]In a heartbeat, she had it.[/i]

The spell flashed across her mind as she assembled it with rapid speed.
It was exhausting and she felt the blood dripping down her face and a
pounding headache. She threw the spell and felt the spells sealing her
bond away shatter.

With a gasp, she felt the connection suck back into her. It was raw and
tingling, but seated in her physical form. The leash, something she
hadn't seen in months, appeared from her chest. Her entire body was on
fire, from the blood dripping her arms, her broken leg, and the searing
tingle that plucked at her skin.

Words rose up in her mind: an alpha doesn't live beyond her master. She
may be bonding with a man who was about to die.

The connection stretched out, questing. She concentrated on it, guiding
it through the door to the man who needed her. She felt it reaching for
him and then there was a snap as it caught the edge of his senses.

[i]She was a little boy in an orphanage, cowering in the shadows. He
just tried to steel something from an old man, but he was caught. He
managed to escape. The guards were looking for him but he knew how to
hide from them. A failed theft and no one would ever know.[/i]

Merrie almost buckled from the memories rushing through to her. There
was a chaotic storm of them, flashes of her master's life as he was dying.

[i]Pain shot out from his shoulder as the old man, his mark, pinned him
to the wall with his walking stick. He was skeleton-thin with large dark
eyes. He leaned forward and chuckled. His breath stunk of alcohol fumes.
"You like hiding, don't you, boy?"[/i]

Power rushed through her. She could feel it flowing from her master into
her. The ghostly white leash darkened into a braided cord of darkness.
She stared at in shock, feeling it grow solid in a heartbeat.

[i]Kine was between Rimmy's legs, thrusting with all his might. He had
just lost his virginity, but it didn't feel like anything but a wet heat
wrapped around his dick.[/i]

[i]Rimmy laid there, moaning but he knew she was faking. He wasn't her
first lover, even if she was his first. It was just a last minute thing,
something to do while Des was talking to the headmaster.[/i]

Merrie clutched her heart, smearing the blood across her face. She
slumped against the door. She lived through her master's life, from the
lessons from the old man, the lessons of Shadow. She felt every pain,
every mistake, every love that he experienced.

[i]Rimmy stood over the corpse of her best friend and husband. Blood
dripped from her blade as the sun burned down on them. She looked at
Kine and then a wail ripped from her throat. She dropped to her knees
and sobbed.[/i]

His life slammed into her, drowning her out. She could feel her mind
cracking from the force of his personality. She tried to shield herself,
but couldn't. All of her defenses were bypassed by the black cord that
bound their souls together.

[i]Kine sat alone on the edge of his bed. There was no reason for him to
do anything. In his hand, the final resignation letter felt like a
brick. There was no reason to do anything but take a long walk in the
Shadows and hoped he never came back.[/i]

Merrie clawed herself out of the ocean of her master's memories. She
tried spells to defend herself but he was coming from the depths of her
very being. There was no spell, no shield that could keep her mind from
being torn apart.

She could feel him dying. She was dying with him. Her heart pounded in
her chest as the life sucked out of her. She felt her veins burning and
she pawed at her throat. She couldn't breathe.

She was losing herself to him. His life was becoming her own and she
found it hard to find out where her thoughts ended and his overwhelmed
hers. She was losing her very sense of identity in the onslaught of the
connection.

(No!) She couldn't lose herself. He needed her. She was his bitch and
his alpha. Merrie couldn't give up, not now. She struggled to grasp her
identity, the part that called herself "I". There was too much, almost
twenty four years, and it slipped through her mental fingers. She let
parts of it go, some of it easier than others. Her old life before the
mill was the easiest to let go and she clutched to what remained.

She was a bitch.

Tears ran down her cheeks. His life washed over her and she let it drown
her. Her master's life became her own, from his first step to his first
spell. She felt every pain and love, the sorrow and the joy.

The only part of herself she saved was the her life since the mill. She
needed nothing else to serve him.

Magic crackled around her. It sank into her bones, a cold throbbing from
her joints. It was changing her, making her Kine's bitch.

His thoughts darkened for a moment, a ripple of his death.

Merrie forced her will back into her mind. She had to save him. She knew
how to do it. Recalling his memories, she saw the spell that he used to
walk through Shadows. It was easy, she grew up learning his magic, lived
through all of his lessons and practice. With a surge, she wrapped the
darkness around her.

And stepped across.

She was in the Shadows, the inverted world of darkness and light. The
mansion glowed with the power of Rimmy's shade, but she inched forward.
Every step was a hundred, but she had just grew up in the Shadows and
she knew exactly how far to move.

With a rush, she stepped back out into the reality. She was next to her
master, her only reason for living. Her one good knee splashed in a pool
of his vomit and blood. He was still burning away in shadows, the fate
of all walkers of the Shadows. When he died, he would simply burn away,
but she could never allow that.

Merrie grabbed him and pulled him close. Her arms were trembling and she
could barely see through the headache, but she could feel him in her
mind. (Master!)

(M-Merrie?) His thoughts were weak. (Where are you? I can't see.)

There was another spell there, with the smell of her grandfather's
kitchen. It was like the one Bass used, but instead of raw power, she
could keep him alive by giving him her own energy.

She cast it without a question, knowing that any price was worth her
master. Her world focused him and their heart beats matched each other.
She crouched over him as the power flowed from her into him.

And then back again, a circle of energy that pulsed with the coolness of
shadows and raw power. It flowed through her and magnified before she
pushed it back into him.

She was in his thoughts and he was dominating hers.

Her body grew slick with heat as their hearts beat as one. The shadows
poured into her, filling her from the inside out. It filled her with the
taste of alcohol and ethereal. It became her core, her reason for living.

His shadow ceased to burn away and his body solidified. The spiral of
death reversed itself and life beat once again through his veins. He
took a deep breath, one that he never thought he would live through. It
was the sweetest air he drew in.

She would give him everything.

Weak, her master wrapped his arms around her. He tugged at her and she
sank down to his body. The magic continued to flow between them, each
pulse of power bringing a stronger beat to his heart and anchoring him
once again to life.

He reached out with power to close the gash in Shadows. She followed,
giving him strength to seal the hole he left when he passed. It took the
strength out of him but she replaced it with her own. His hand slumped
down to hug her again, clinging to the women he knew saved her.

Everything she was.

"I... I heard you..." he croaked, his voice hoarse, "but I couldn't...
say... nothing."

Everything she would ever be.

Merrie sniffed and smiled at him, afraid to ever let him go. Tears ran
down her cheeks. She spread her leg to straddle him, wincing as the bone
in her leg scraped against itself. The pain shot through her body.

"You're," he gasped, "you're hurt."

Merrie sent a pulse of love. She could handle the pain knowing he was
going to live.

He gasped as he stared at her, the shock of feeling her emotions
blossoming in his thoughts. He never thought it was possible and hope
filled him.

She shifted her body, ignoring the pain, and rested her weight right
below his ribs. Leaning forward, she rested the crook of her arm against
his shoulder and kissed his nose. Her action was from his memory, of the
first time Rimmy shared a bed after Des died. It wasn't to remind him of
her, but because of the emotions associated with it: hope, comfort, and
a promise to remain together.

Her master gasped and his heart swelled, tears glittering his eyes. He
relaxed on the ground, a smile on hips. "I... I'm going to be okay...
aren't I?"

(Yes, master.)

His eyes widened and the smile grew broader. "I can hear you!?"

She hugged him. (I love you master.)

He held her tight, his strength returning with every beat of their
hearts. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her kiss. It was
soft, sweet, and filled her with sweet joy.

But, it wasn't Rimmy he was thinking of. She knew it from the very
depths of her soul. She was his bitch, now and forever.

She had bonded.

**

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