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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 68: Earning Trust
by t'Sade

Every action has consequences. Merrie learned that with her despair and
the Shadowed District, but when her actions start to affect her friend
Nir and Scorch, what is she going to do.

(MF best, FF, MF oral cons mc)

**

Merrie crawled up to the front door of the mansion and took a deep
breath of the fall air. It was crisp without the overpowering ethereal
scents. With a sad smile, she looked around through the shifting
darkness that surrounded the mansion. A few blocks away, city guards
patrolled the street and the hard line between swirling darkness and the
clear moonlight.

With the shadows receding to a single ten-block area of the district,
there were constant patrols to ensure no one delved into the remaining
darkness. Merrie had also banished the creatures that patrolled the
shadowed areas around her house. Anyone who did manage to get inside
would wander around blindly for a few hours before stumbling out
somewhere else.

At the beginning of fall, Kirin had moved Merrie to the northern area
where customers like Jacir were asking for her. She quickly got a
following and steady stable of customers, all who shamefully enjoying
treating her like a bitch or sought out some relief from their sex-bound
emotions. Merrie had become both a healer and a slut, usually at the
same time.

Merrie was also a dirty secret. No one would admit to hiring her and she
couldn't sit outside an inn looking for customers. To her surprise,
though, she stopped needing to look for customers. They came to the
guild looking for her by name and reputation. She had appointments
scheduled months in advanced instead of wondering where the next fuck
came from.

She sat down and breathed in the smells. The house was inviting behind
her, but she waited for Tamin to finish inspecting the grounds.

(I'm finding no intruders.) They checked every time they came home, but
he never complained about inspecting the grounds. The feeling of being
watched was almost a constant scrape against her senses. It haunted her
that she was the one in charge of the shade when her home was invaded
and her master killed.

Merrie knew someone was watching her, she could feel it against her
senses and the hairs on the back of her neck. Even Tamin could feel the
presence of eyes, even in the shadows surrounding the mansion, but
neither could identify the source.

The first time she felt it was six months ago. At first, she thought it
was the Lord of Shadows, but it quickly became apparent that the watcher
could move in sunlight and follow her across town, two things the Lord
never demostrated. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't
identify her observer. They did nothing. There were no attacks, no
invasions in the house, or anyone she could detect.

But, the memory of the night her master died kept her vigilant. She had
to find them, if to determine if they were a threat to her pack or her
home. She stuck her arm in the pocket with her master's engagement ring
and let the heavy weight comfort her.

Tamin's paws thudded against the ground. (Nothing, Alpha.)

Reluctantly, Merrie nodded and turned to the house. (Come on, I need a
bath before we meet up with Nir.)

Tamin panted and followed her into the mansion. Merrie's cloak snapped
out to close the door behind her and they headed straight for her
master's, now her's, bathroom. A few minutes later, she was soaking in
the hot water and enjoying the heat as it sluiced down her breasts and
into the bottom of the tub.

Her cloak hung from the ceiling above her, fluttering and billowing at
her idle thoughts. Occasionally, as the pleasure of the water intruded
on her thoughts, it would shiver and the ripples would course along its
length.

Tamin padded into the bathroom, holding a basket of fruit in his mouth.
Setting it down on the edge, he plucked an fall apple from the top and
set it down on the edge of the tub.

Merrie sent a pulse of love to him and took a bite, holding it down with
one arm as she cracked off a piece. With a grin, she chewed and leaned
into the heated liquid. It felt good against her skin and it erased much
of the smells of a night of fucking and being whipped.

(I do not like when they hurt my alpha.)

Merrie thought about the last customer. He was into spanking, but not
the gentle smacks that they show in books and illusions. He beat her ass
hard until she was crying out in pain and whimpering for relief. With
her memories, her pussy began to tingle. (I like it.)

(It hurts you.) The need to defend Merrie rose up.

She sent a pulse of love to him, wrapping him in a mental hug. (I can
take it and he felt good.)

(He lasted thirty seconds before he came in your mouth.)

With a giggle, she tilted her head so the hot water coursed against her
ear. She shivered at the intense sensations and pressed one arm to her
pussy for pleasure and the other to the side of the tub for balance. (It
still felt good.)

(You didn't come, Alpha.)

(I always come.)

(Yes,) grumbled the hound, (there is the tiny little orgasms you get
from submitting and something strong enough to shake my world. I like it
when you shake me.)

Merrie opened her eye and smiled at him. (Been a while since you came?)

Tamin slumped to the ground, out of sight except for his tail wagging
back and forth. (Yes.)

(It was this morning. When we were having breakfast.)

(Long time,) came the response tinged with amusement, (for us.)

Merrie stroked her pussy with her arm. (It's strange fucking you. I know
what's in your head and it feels a lot like masturbating.)

(I like licking my balls too. It might be masturbation, but it still
feels good. Very good.)

Merrie groaned as the sensations came through the connection. She liked
it when Tamin licked himself, she could feel the rasp of his tongue and
the heated pleasure prickling her own lusts. (I like it when you lick me
more, though.)

The tail wagged faster. (I like knotting you most.)

Merrie almost came at the sensation of having Tamin's thick knot
stretching her pussy, pinning her down as he fired jet after jet of cum
into her cunt. It was intoxicating and submissive. She couldn't escape
until he was done and the only thing she could do was accept his heat
until there was no more pleasure to give.

She grinned and sent a hard bolt of pleasure through the connection.

Tamin grunted and shuddered as he came, splattering the ground and his
fur with his seed. A whimper rose up as the tail dropped down. (That was
cruel.)

Her lips pulled back as she smiled. (You said it was a long time.)

(I want to shove it inside you, not come without touching. I want pussy
and ass wrapped around me. I want to ride you like a bitch until you cry
out.) The images and memories came rushing back, pummeling Merrie with
his need.

She writhed in the tub, splashing water everywhere as she panted for
breath. She craved his pleasure and the heat between his legs. Tiny
orgasms sparkled along her senses as she slumped to the side and peered
over the edge of the tub.

Tamin was on his side, a puddle of cum pooling underneath his thick
cock. His black eyes stared at her as his mind boiled with need.

(After Nir, you're going to fuck me.)

Tamin radiated joy and anticipation. (As a bitch?)

(No,) Merrie projected as she sank back into the water, leaning back so
it poured down on her breasts and stomach. (You're going to hunt me down
and fuck me as hard as you can.) She sent an image of an innocent girl
running through the woods, naked and helpless.

Tamin's lust boiled through the connection, the need of a hunter and a
lover burning bright. He pictured chasing after her, feet pounding on
the ground as he leaped for her.

Together, they continued the fantasy of him throwing her to the ground
and fucking her. It was just on the edge of rape, with her acting as if
she didn't want it but both knowing that she craved the hard violence of
a thick cock slamming into her pussy, filling her completely and sending
her into the heady world where pleasure and pain mixed.

(I need you, Alpha.)

Merrie pulled her arm from her pussy. It dripped with water and her
excitement. With a sigh, she brought it to her mouth and sucked on the
smooth end of her wrist, enjoying the taste. (After Nir.)

(You need me.)

The lust was right on the edge of her senses, filling her with hunger.
(Yes, but we need to wait.)

(A quick fuck, I will ride you hard.)

Merrie used soap to lather up her arms and began to clean her hair.

Tamin stood up and leaned over to help, using his muzzle to hold her
still and his tongue to clean the errant bubbles.

She giggled and kissed his nose. (After. I don't want a quick fuck.)

(It will feel good.)

(I want a hard fuck. I want you to shove me to the ground and bite me
hard. I want you to take me, not love me. I want it to hurt for a long
time and we don't have enough time for you to rape me properly.) She
sent an image of being pinned to the ground, his cock ripping into her
ass without mercy. She anticipated it would hurt and needed to feel his
knot tear into her body as he drove deep into her. She wanted him to
hold her by her shoulder, biting down on the bone to keep her
submissively in place as he raped her holes.

Tamin's cock thumped against the side of the tub and she had a tiny orgasm.

Merrie rinsed off, her cheeks burning with need. (So, we can wait.)

(You can heal yourself.)

She paused. When she was at the mill, Dixie had transformed into a hound
and back to heal damage. She did the same, but she wasn't as good as
him. It removed the bruises and whip marks, but for what she wanted him,
it would take days to remove the scars. She shivered with anticipation
and kissed his nose. (After Nir,) she announced.

Reluctantly, Tamin said nothing more but his thoughts were bright with
anticipation. It kept Merrie on the edge of excitement, like the day
that Nir kept a dildo in her sex after losing a bet with Pristine. It
colored Merrie's thoughts with pleasure and made everything sharp-edged
as she dried and got ready to visit Nir in the meat packing district.

Nir was still assigned to the meat packing district. When Merrie was
lonely, she visited even though no one in their right mind entered it
during fall. As the year drew to an end, stench had sunk into every nook
and cranny. Almost a full year's worth of slaughter, pools of blood, and
rooms of gore had began to spoil. The stink of rotting meat, stale
blood, and mold rolled down the streets and people gagged on it. The
city spent its effort to keep the air away from the district since there
was nothing they could do until winter.

Merrie ignored the smell by simply walking in the Shadows with Tamin.
The cold inverted world of darkness had no scent beyond the alcoholic
smell that tickled the back of the throat. They made it in a few minutes
but neither was anxious to step back from the Shadows.

Even in the early evening, the streets were nearly empty. No one
lingered in the district if they could avoid it. It gave a haunted
quality to the shadows, a wasteland of people scurrying down the streets
much like rats or cockroaches. Merrie liked it, it was peaceful.

A small critter ran across the street, bounding with an unnatural gait
on five legs. Merrie paused as she reached out for it, not surprised
when all she encountered was rage and pain. It was a small abomination,
no longer than a cat, but a combination of slaughtered animals that had
animated itself in terror. She knew that in early fall, they would
remain in the shadows but they would grow larger as the season continued.

(Tamin, hunt.)

He bounded after the abomination, anticipation of a kill rising up.
(These things taste bad,) he said without disgust, (even for me.)

(I'll get rid of the taste.) She pictured him again, teeth clamped down
on her shoulder as he crouched over her.

(Yes, Alpha.)

With a smile, Merrie slipped back across the threshold and into the
world. The smell was like hitting a wall and she gagged briefly. Even
Borias' lessons were not powerful enough to stop the urge to crawl back
into the Shadows and never return. She shook her head and cast a quick
spell to mute her senses and clear her eyes.

She was in the middle of an alley, cloaked in darkness. At the far end,
she could see Nir dancing on one of the benches, bored but playful. Like
most whores, she was encouraged to find an outfit to give her a distinct
appearance---they called it branding---and Merrie loved what she came
up. She wore a bright red mini-skirt with a low slung waistband. It hung
off the middle of her hips, giving a broad expanse of her trim, teenage
belly and the occasional flash of her matching thong when she twirled.
The middle and back of the skirt was bound with a short strip of black
mesh, giving the occasional viewer the hope they were seeing naked
flesh. Her top was the same fabric, with the cleavage and back bound
with mesh. The bottom of the top was barely over her breasts and her
breasts peeked out from the bottom edge. She also wore a pair of red
slippers and black mesh gloves. Together, it set off her shimmering
black hair that spiraled around her as she giggled.

Merrie had to pause. Nir has blossomed at the guild. The signs of her
time as a beggar had completely disappeared. Instead, she moved with
grace of someone who had became intimately aware of her own body and
sexuality. Merrie smiled and crawled out of the alley, letting the shade
drop as she did.

"Ears!" Nir spun once more and launched herself from the bench. She
swept Merrie up in a hug and squeezed her tight. The smell of perfume
swirled around them, Golden Harvest by Lady Anasome; it was a gift from
Merrie who visited every few weeks but could never remember anything
besides walking in the front door and then leaving hours later.

Merrie got on her knees and kissed the girl on the cheek.

Nir tilted her head so their lips met and soon they were kissing more
passionately. Her hand slipped into Merrie's cloak and caught Merrie's
nipple. Pinching it, she moaned into the kiss.

Shivering with pleasure, Merrie wrapped her arms around Nir and held her
tight. Her body grew hot with lust even thought she could feel that Nir
wasn't going to fuck her.

And then tensed as the cloak slipped into Nir's pocket, hunting for her
money. Merrie snapped at it and drew it back, pulling it tight against
her body.

Nir, thinking that Merrie was being playful, forced her hand underneath
the fabric as her fingertips taught Merrie's wet slit.

"You know," Scorch snapped, "if she isn't going to pay for that, you
really shouldn't be making out. No one is here to appreciate the show."

Affection rose up from Nir. She broke the kiss. With a grunt, she shoved
her hand down so she could bury two fingers into Merrie's cunt. Looking
over her shoulder, she smiled sweetly at Scorch. "Shush, I'm advertising
being a lesbian."

"Half the street knows you were being gang banged all morning."

Nir giggled. "It could have been a lesbian gang bang?"

Scorch leaned against the planter. His white shirt was blackened on the
edges and he smelled of burnt hair and fried cum. "I doubt it. With your
tiny box, you couldn't get three fingers in there much less a proper fist."

Merrie clenched her pussy around Nir's fingers.

"You know," Nir said to Scorch, "not all lesbians insist on being
fisted." She shoved four fingers into Merrie's pussy, using short
strokes as she started to work her thumb into the tight channel.

He shook his head with a smile on his lips. He was affectionate toward
Nir and Merrie could sense their relationship was growing deeper every
day. It wouldn't be long before Nir suggested marriage just as Scorch
thought about it himself. There was a fifteen year difference between
the two, but that didn't bother either of them. He focused on Merrie.
"So, Bitch, you have magical mind-reading powers. Any marks around or
can I can I give up for the night and get a proper hot shower? I have
cum in the back of my throat."

Moaning at the girl's fist in her pussy, Merrie closed her eyes and
leaned into Nir. Casting out her senses, she scanned for those
interested in a whore. She found three of them, a woman and two men.

One was a familiar mind, Fang. The guard was strolling toward Nir's
position with sex on his mind. There was also a sadness wrapped around
him, vague and hidden deep in his thoughts. It reminded her of Jacir's
own emotions, something had happened to Fang in the past but the guard
had sealed it tight inside. Even Merrie would be hard-pressed to delve
into the hidden emotions of the guard. She pushed deeper with curiosity,
but stopped when she realized he had no intent to pay for sex. Instead,
he was playing out the options of fucking Nir and escaping.

A prickle of anger filled her. While Merrie didn't mind not getting paid
for fucking, Nir needed it. And Scorch's words were becoming true. It
was a pattern for him and he picked on Nir because she wouldn't say no.

With a little thrust, Merrie read Nir's mind concerning the guard. She
disliked the man, because he would promise money but always managed to
run or bluff before paying her. She was trying to build up the courage
to say no. She also asked Scorch to help, and he agreed, but it never
happened when Scorch was available as Fang ran away.

Merrie threw a brief hesitation into Fang and pushed another mark to
come faster. With a smile, she withdrew and held up her arms
significantly: one, two, and then the first again to indicate three.

"Three, eh? Any for Nir?"

Nir pulled her hand out. It was dripping wet. With a grin, she held it
up to Merrie who lapped at the fingers.

The taste of her pussy brought a smile to Merrie's lips.

"Bitch?" Scorch asked impatiently.

Merrie held up her arm and continued to lap at Nir's fingers, working
her way down until the entire palm with glistening with her saliva. When
she finished, she licked her lips and grinned.

"Okay, you had your snack. Now, any for the girl?"

The customer that Merrie encouraged to hurry up came into view. She
pointed at him without looking and then to Nir.

Nir followed the gaze, then stood up with a smile. The light scent of
her excitement swirled around her and Merrie could see her shaved pussy
lips against the line of her thong. "Oh, I like him." She glanced at
Scorch and then strolled toward her customer.

Merrie sat on the ground and watched, her tail wagging.

"You're up to something, aren't you?"

She looked over to Scorch. He was scowling as he stared at her. With a
grin, she barked once.

Just as Nir and her mark headed toward the apartment for a round of
fucking, Fang stepped into view.

Scorch groaned. "Damn it. I need that fucker to..."

Merrie's smile grew wider as she felt his surprise radiate from him,
followed by annoyance.

"You're doing that, right? You knew he was coming."

Merrie nodded. She shifted her shoulders and her cloak pulled back,
revealing her naked breasts and pussy.

"He's been stealing from us."

She nodded again.

Fang caught sight of her and the lust rose. He cut across the street as
he headed straight for her. She could feel the hunger rising even as he
was planning on cheating her.

"Every time you let him cheat you, Nir gets hurt."

Merrie got on her arms and knees. She gave Fang a come-hither look and
crawled into the alley.

A moment later, Fang ran in after her.

Behind her, Scorch's mood grew dark with anger. And then stopped as
Tamin appeared next to him. The massive hound gave him a wink and headed
into the alley after Fang, silent as the night. (Oh fuck, she's going to
rape him,) came Scorch's thoughts which made Merrie's anticipation even
sweeter.

Fang's breath came deep as he joined her in the middle of the alley. "I
haven't seen you for a while," he whispered. "You still fucking Tai?"

Merrie said nothing.

"Just need a blow. I can pay," he lied.

She got on her knees and spread her legs. Her cloak slid off her
shoulders and puddled into darkness around her. It spread out and then
back to leave her naked before him.

Fang moaned as he fumbled with his trousers. He unbuttoned it and pulled
out his cock. It was already hard and he levered it down to her mouth.

Merrie inched forward and rested her arms on his thighs. It brought an
instant surge of excitement. With a soft breath against his skin, she
caught the tip of his cock with her lips and worked her mouth down. Even
with his thoughts, he tensed up at the touch and then let out a guttural
moan of his own.

"Oh, fuck, I forgot how good you are." He held out his hands as he
wondered if he could grab her ears. After a moment, he realized he
didn't care and clamp down on them, crushing them in his grip.

Merrie shivered at the pain and dove down on his cock, engulfing his
entire length until it bumped against the back of her throat.

With another moan, Fang yanked her closer, pulling her by her ears and
jamming her face into his pubic hair. His cock pulsed. Pulling her back
only a few centimeters, he jammed her back down, his hips thrusting
forward until they met with a wet smack.

Merrie moaned around the cock in her lips, knowing that it would turn
him on. As he fucked her face, she crafted a spell to push him further.
She wanted him to fuck her properly. She wanted to feel him coming
inside her, filling her with hot seed.

Down the alley, Tamin sank down into the shadows and waited.

Fang drove into her face with hard, short strokes. His fingers squeezed
down on her ears, crushing them. His breath was coming faster and harder.

And every twinge of pain added to Merrie's pleasure. She gulped at the
hard length and drank the pre-cum that was already dripping down on her
tongue. It was sweet and musky, with a slight bitter aftertaste.

It didn't take long before he was about to cum. He pulled back with all
his might and jammed his cock deep into Merrie's mouth, holding it
there. If he was a bit longer, it would have cut off her breath, but it
only reached to the back of her throat and she could feel the tip
pulsing right against the sensitive flesh.

"Fuck!" he groaned and came inside her. His cum splattered against the
back and dripped down into her belly. She could feel the pulses as his
cock swelled in her mouth. Each little thrust pushed her closer to an
orgasm, but she couldn't quite come from it.

After a few seconds, he started to pull out. Merrie reached around and
held him there as she lavished her tongue along his cock, sucking out
the last few droplets from his length and polishing up every glob of cum
before letting it pop out of her mouth.

"Oh, I needed that. I owe you twenty, right?" He started for his pocket,
making a show of looking for his money.

Merrie ignored him. She crawled up on a nearby box and presented
herself. Her pussy lips, still slick with her excitement from planning
Tamin's domination of her, peeled apart. Curling her tail up, she cast
an attraction spell that drew his attention to her open sex, wet and
willing.

Fang stopped in mid-pat and stared at her. "I... I can't."

Merrie wagged her tail back and forth. She pushed a little encouragement
into Fang and his cock was soon rock hard with need.

He didn't think anything of it. With a moan, he stepped up behind her
and fisted his length. His other hand grabbed her tail, holding it up as
he aimed his cock for her wet hole. With only a second hesitation, he
sank into her.

Lubricated by the fantasies with Tamin and her submission, his cock slid
clear to the hilt in a single thrust. His mind exploded with lust and
she realized he hadn't had his cock in a woman for over ten years. With
a groan, he shoved it deep before pulling it back.

"Fuck," he gasped and drove it home. Memories of past lovers rose up and
fell away, all of them faded by the years. He groaned and picked up his
pace, thrusting deep into Merrie's cunt with ragged, unpracticed strokes.

She gasped and moaned, pushing back as he drove deep. Little spark of
pleasure rose up inside her, burning their way along her veins. She kept
him fucking her until her own orgasm rose up and then sparked with a
little burst of pleasure.

//He leaned on the message board with one hand as he pounded in the
nail. His palm was placed over the center of the paper, as it always
was, so he couldn't see her. The nail sank in and he relaxed. Turning
away, he pulled out the next paper and headed for the opposing board.
Only ten more boards to go and he could retreat back home.//

The image came unbidden and was gone as fast as it rose up. Merrie
jerked at the vague image and tried to grasp at it. But she lost control
over Fang and he began to pound into harder, thrusting as he exploded
inside her.

Losing herself in pleasure, Merrie leaned back and clamped down, giving
him more friction as he gave her a few last thrust before emptying his
balls into her pussy. The wet squelching of cum pushed her into another
orgasm and she let out a low, throaty moan.

Shuddering, Fang pulled out. "I-I've never done that."

Merrie slipped off the box and turned around. Grabbing his hips, she
brought the dripping cock to her mouth and slid it in. He shivered with
fear, his cock was hypersensitive after coming twice so quickly, but she
was delicate as she cleaned him off again.

When she finished, she opened her mouth and let him slid out.

Fang staggered back, gasping for breath. "I-I owe you what? Hundred?"

She cocked her head, watching as he made a show of checking his pockets.
He was going to run out the opposite side of the alley, away from Scorch
who he avoided.

Tamin slid into the Shadows and crossed the alley. He came back up and
sank down in the darkness. The anticipation rose as he waited for his prey.

Fang glanced down to the alley opening. He pulled up his pants,
pretending to check his pockets as he buttoned them up. And then, with a
flash, he sprinted for the end of the alley.

Merrie wrapped the transformation spell around her and let out a moan as
her body twisted and shifted into the heavy form of a Bel Dark hound.
Her senses grew sharper as she sniffed the air. It smelled of rotting
food and a thousand blow jobs. The scent of orgasms clung to the bricks.
It was home to her.

With a grin, she padded in the opposite direction from Fang and Tamin.

//Fang was almost at the edge of the alley when Tamin's growl stopped
him. He skidded to a halt as the massive hound stepped out of the
darkness. Curls of his alpha's magic swirled around him, drawing the
thief's attention to only him.//

//With a gasp, Fang stumbled to a halt. "Um, good doggie?"/

//Tamin pulled back his lips, baring his teeth. He snarled as he stepped
toward Fang.//

//The guard dropped his hand to his belt, where his sword would be, but
there was nothing. Blanching, he backed up before sprinting for the far
end, toward the alpha.//

Merrie waited in the darkness until Fang was almost on her. With a grin,
she let out the same growl as Tamin. The deep bass rumble filled the
alley as she stepped into view. She shielded herself from the outside
street, but neither Scorch or Nir was there. At the same time, she drew
Fang's attention to herself and the guild seal around her neck.

"Fuck! How did you get there so fast!?" Fang gasped and turned the other
way just as Tamin stepped into his view again. He looked down at Tamin's
neck and Merrie crafted the illusion there was another guild seal there.

"I-I'll pay!" Fang's fear with bright against Merrie's senses.

With a slip of energy, she let the transformation spell drop. Pulling
her knees underneath her, she got into a begging position and opened her
mouth.

Fang turned at her, expecting to see the hound. When he saw the naked
woman begging, he did a double-take. Warily, he looked around for the
second hound. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Here," he dug into his
front pocket and pulled out his wallet. He had about four hundred marks
in it. Pulling out six twenties, he shoved them into Merrie's mouth.

Behind him, Tamin returned to the shadows. (He is a weak prey.)

(He's guilty, it makes him easy to manipulate.)

(I wanted a hunt.)

(In a few minutes, you are going to be hunting me down and fucking me
until I scream.)

Tamin's growl filled the alley, brimming with lust.

Fang jerked at the noise and looked around. "I said I'd pay!"

Merrie halted Tamin's growl. She smiled and gestured to the alley
entrance behind her.

"I-I can go?" Fang looked into the darkness, but couldn't see either
Merrie or Tamin.

Merrie barked once.

"I won't do that again, I promise." He backed out of the alley and
stumbled into Nir who was looking for Merrie. Spinning on his heels, he
let out a shriek and stumbled back.

"I'm sorry," cried Nir.

"No, no, I'm..." Fang looked down at the wallet still in his hand. With
a gulp, he shoved his hand in, grabbed all the bills and thrust them
toward Nir. "Here! I forgot to pay you!"

Stunned, Nir took the money and then stared as he ran past her.

Merrie's cloak slid out of the darkness and wrapped around her. As it
settled into place, it plucked the money from her mouth and shoved it
into a pocket. Tamin joined them, sitting down on the ground next to Merrie.

Nir came to the entrance, confused. She smelled of sex and her cheeks
were flushed. "What was that?"

Merrie shrugged and got into a begging position.

Nir glanced down the street. "Strange." She smiled at Merrie and Tamin.
"Want breakfast?"

She barked and wagged her tail.

**

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