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It finally came, just like Amy had told Skye it might. One of the others came towards her, the lab growled snapped at him. They circled each other for bit, she could see it now they were beginning to fight, compete, over her. They both wanted her to be there’s, a primal courtship of sorts. They wanted to prove to each other who was strongest, they also wanted her to be impressed, feel drawn to the winner. None of them would seriously other, but this play either. They both wanted her, the others did too. For now they were cautious though, each waiting for the idea moment to strike. -
Of course it was not an especially long process. If Skye had been paying attention to the general lime frames yesterday, she would know he was was getting close again. She would be reminded of what she was now, feel that familiar feeling of a dog cumming inside her. Teaching her to love it more, to think she was meant for dogs. The others looked at her, jealous, she could see they wanted more of her. Wanted to prove she was theirs. If she did not understand already, she would soon learn. That at least for mating she would belong to one of them at a time. It was possible the first fight over her would begin soon after this finished. Would she be excited, would she feel an attraction to the winner, treat him differently? She would find out soon.
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Skye would have to interpret what he wanted on her own of course. She had to try to think like a dog, how she felt about what was happening and why. Would it draw her closer to the one who had her at a given moment. Would it turn her on, like it did with Amy? Would she feel any different about a male doing it over a female? She could only try to interpret what the dogs were thinking and figure out how she felt about it. Whether the lab felt the same sort of pleasure a human boy would, he was certainly going at it with enthusiasm. It was something he wanted to do. It was perhaps a good time to think about that too. When the dog show came, was she excited by the idea of mating with human boys who had been tamed and trained like her? Two humans, but both thinking and acting like dogs.
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The others watched her. They understood what was happening. They could tell Skye enjoyed it too, but it was less clear if she completely understood what he was doing, if she would like it if she did. They were not going to fight in the middle of mating, but it was increasing the tension. They were also going to watch Skye, see if she just liked to mate in general or was starting to accept she would belong more to one than the others, though it would vary from time whose she was. They would all be able to play/interact with her, but mating was going to be more complex than Skye might realize. Would she develop of dog's instinct for this sort of thing? To have different feelings of a sort for one over the other, not quite love, but a more sexual bond as male and female? Not love as she understood it, but different, and probably stronger, than friendship.
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The dog was unsure if she wanted this as much as him, or was just doing because he wanted to. He did not really care. He was trying to show the others she was his from now. Maybe her too, though she might not have understood that yet. There was also the impossible, a desire for her to have his puppies, though none of them understood that would never be possible, but the instinct to try was still there. He eagerly mounted her, make sure the others saw as he mated with her again. Did she understand yet? He was trying to tell them and her that she was his mate? It was his hope her reactions showed that was what she wanted. As the only female of the pack to be always available, she would this was something become part of her life, she could either go along with it, or try to at least somewhat control and guide it if she wanted.
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For now it was still quiet. They occasionally got up to eat or drink a little. The lab eventually got a little tempted to show off, try to make Skye a little more aware too. That he did not see her just as a friend, though she was that too. Skye was probably never going to experience anything like a conventional human relationship, but there was something potentially a little more than pure sex her. The lab stood up, stretched, walked over and sniffed her crotch. Skye did not know it, but even as a human, he could somewhat figure out how aroused she already was, doing this, it was also a hint to tell her he was interested in mating again. Partially because he wanted to, partially to tell the others he was claiming her. It might take her a while, but eventually she would figure out where she placed in the pack, that she had already done with all of them, she might be claimed by one or another at times. She could even learn to provoke competition over her eventually, if she enjoyed seeing them fight over her.
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Mirina waited as Anahel dealt with the old mark. The final step to prove she was claiming her. She felt the magic remove the old one and the new one get put in it's place she could feel the of the new one forming, a sort of painless version of a rebranding. It was a mark that made some sense. Those words though, 'you are mine'. Hearing Anahel say them, so bluntly, no ambiguity, proof she had really agreed to all of this, Anahel could only guess how much it meant to her. It was real now. She would reward her mistress for this, please her as she had been trained to. In time she hoped Anahel could treat her soimewhat like her old master did, if just making it clear that Mirina was her slave. In turn she would remind Anahel what it was like to be a slave. But for now she took Anahel's arm and led her to the bed. "Please lay down, mistress. If there is anything you want me to do to you, I'll do it. Otherwise I will try to adjust my training to find ways to please you," She had been well trained, but to please men. Did Anahel anything specific she wanted to feel, that she was curious about? If not, she could try a few things herself.
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“I promise I will do it. I will do anything you want. I can tell deep down, at least part of you wants to feel it again, misses it.” It was something she had to prepare for herself for. Just like Anahel, it was not easy for her to shift into a mistress mode, even temporarily. But she would do it, for Anahel. She would please Anahel soon, but something else came to mind. “Show me, you mean it, that I am really yours now.” She turned, showing her rear, and her former master’s mark. “I’m sure you could get rid of it if you wanted. That isn’t what I want exactly. You can do it, can’t you? Change it into something else, something that tells everyone I belong to you now.” She did not have to rebranded, but wanted to see Anahel’s commitment to leave a mark showing she had completely agreed to this, that she was Anahel’s slave now. Mirina thought she should be able to do that one way or another with her magic.
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The encouragement only drove Mirina further. It was not much longer until Anahel felt it, her slave orgasming over the halo. With a loud moan and her body stopping, waves of pleasure going through her. Stopping to pant she looked at the angel. She crawled over, looked at her legs. “Ah, mistress, look at how much you want me.” She turned to her face. “I will teach you later, make you remember how I feel, how you used to feel…you want to remember, don’t you? Experience just a little bit of it again?” How could she not? She saw the way Mirina was, and deep down remembered she was similar. Would it really hurt to only do it temporarily, be Mirina’s short term ‘slave’ from time to time?
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The reactions from the halo were interesting. Mirina hoped to learn more about how they worked over time. Was it arousal, other feelings? She would learn it all, how to please her mistress, her deepest desires, remind her how she felt. Someday she might remember, the twisted sort of love Mirina felt for her, the absolute loyalty. It would not take her much longer, there was something about the feel of the halo that drove her wild. Anahel could see it, how badly her now official slave wanted her, that she would do anything for her. That her holy halo was about to be the source of another girl’s orgasm.
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It was a victory, Anahel finally agreed she was her slave. It would be different than her old master in various ways, but the most important thing was she had something to live for again. She would teach Anahel too, remind how good it felt, to obey, to have a temporary mistress of her own again, to occasionally relive her life as a slave. It would not be easy for her either, but it was worth it. “Thank you so much, mistress! I will be yours forever. Take your time, learn how to control me, in your way.” It did not have to happen tonight, the important thing was the relationship was established. She was grinding intensely now. Moaning loudly. In joy that Anahel was willing to do this, she showed how she felt. Would she try to be a mistress tonight? That was up to her. She just wanted to make sure Anahel knew she would not regret it.
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Deep down they were the same, Anahel would eventually remember everything. At that point they could come to an interesting question. Would Anahel still want to change her, change any of the slaves? Or she would she remain committed to that, but at the same understand how they thought and felt. Mirina wanted to find out. ”Do you remember how I feel yet? It might hard, since you were the same. But if you do, please be my mistress for real. Claim me. Guide me. Order me. You don’t have to do all the things he did, but accept me as what I am…If you want to feel it again, I can take turns. Try to treat you the same.” It was an offer to the slave Anahel used to be. Deep down, did she still crave aspects of it? Would she willing go back to being one, temporarily, for her?
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Mirina was pleased by how much her mistress liked it. She was getting into it. "You're starting to remember, mistress? How good it all feels, how badly I want to please you, to be yours? You are starting to want me?" She wanted to push Anahel further, accept she was doing this not out an obligation or just to help her, but that she wanted her, wanted to do this. It did feel good for metal, but with a sort of warmth, an unnatural but pleasant feeling. She could feel it was it was part of Anahel's body, even without sounds she was making. It's size was lovely, it rubbed against her just right. She went harder and faster, trying to get that answer out of Anahel, to hear what she felt deep down.
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Mirina suspected Anahel had not guessed what she was planning. She guided Anahel until she was lying on her back on the floor. This would be easier there, it would too awkward to find a good way on the bed. She took the halo into her hand and moved it further from her head. "I hope you enjoy this, it seems like it will be very interesting. Anahel would finally understand what she was thinking, when she straddled the halo. lowered herself and pressed her crotch against it. Before Anahel could say anything, she began slowly but firmly rubbing herself against it. She moaned, knowing it was something not exactly holy, but it expressed what she thought about the angel, the sort of love she had felt for her master. How would an angel feel about this, a form of sex only they could experience? It was part of her body, this was a form of sex she could not have experienced as a human.
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Mirina hoped she was making progress, but it was too early to to be sure. All she knew was her mistress thought it felt good, and that made her happy. She wanted her mistress to crave her and her presence. She might not give orders as naturally as their masters had, but it was enough Anahel had more or less accepted her as her slave, at least for now. "Do you have any control over how much space is between your head and halo?" She asked this as an idea occurred to her, but it would only work if there was some more space.
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It was a little strange to do with something that felt metal, but it was part of Anahel's body, so Mirina would treat it as such, see if it specially reacted to her. "...That's right mistress, let me please you. I'm yours, and happy to be so. Just relax and let it happen." She kissed the halo, slid her tongue across it. Would it's light change? Would something else happen. There was no hesitation in these movements, Mirina was a slave, but she wanted to do this, to make Anahel want her. Even if Anahel and Maxim married, or Anahel found someone else, she would remain at the angel's side. Her hands rested on Anahel's shoulders as she worked on the halo, trying to win over Anahel, make her comfortable with this relationship.
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Mirina had to get a little more used to the the wings. To break the mental connection with birds. The halo was more intriguing to experiment with, something magical, something unique to the next life. She gently guided her mistress to her knees. Did that position remind her of her old life? She cautiously placed her fingers on the halo, getting a sense of what it felt like, then softly ran them along the halo, seeing what reaction it might cause.
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Perhaps that was the sort of instruction she should expect from a former fellow slave. Her master had occasionally given that sort of command, more as a part of training, but occasionally to reinforce her place as a sex-focused slave. She took her clothes off. She would not say she was attracted to other women in general, but now that Anahel had agreed to be her mistress, she felt a certain attraction to her, a similar loyalty. To reteach an angel the joy of sex, she felt like this was destiny. Maybe it was, in ways they could not yet predict. “You won’t regret this, mistress. I will make you happy.” She wanted Anahel to remember, remember why she was so happy as a slave. Anahel might not become one again, but maybe she would remember something. She ran her hand down one of the wings. “How sensitive are these, is there any way touching them might please you?” She did not just have to learn how to please a woman, she had consider ways unique for an angel.
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A slave willing to become a master, a master of sorts at least? It was what Mirina had hoped for, but after finding out Anahel’s past, surprised even her. The angel might have been doing it in hopes of ‘healing’ her, but that did not matter to Mirina. To have a mistress was what she wanted. Here was a new light in her eyes, she had what mattered most. ”I have not done this for another woman before, mistress. I have some ideas what to do, but please guide me. I will do anything to please you.” She began walking back to the bedroom. Anahel might have wanted to ‘heal’ her, but she wanted to teach Anahel to be a mistress. She ought to learn to lead, she still thought there was a connection between and the prince, realized there was a possibility she might someday be a queen. It was not quite the same as being a Vanorian master, but people would still serve her.
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Lilana was a little worried about what she was hearing. Her sister was now both a slave and a Vanorian soldier. She was sure her sister would feel bound by whatever she said tonight, no matter how much she hated it later. She was now part of the army that defeated her. Who had killed her fellow soldiers. She was saying it almost eagerly right now, she was partially willingly giving herself to their master…but she had to wonder, as much as she hated it, if this was better for them? Could Aliana find some happiness this way? Their master was thrilled. He was sure there would some regret from his slave tomorrow, but this was a victory. She did this completely willingly, she would not be able to ignore that. She was a soldier though, she had been beaten a superior enemy. As much as she might hate being a slave, deep down, maybe she wanted to fight for him. He was getting close again, seeing her in her current state, feeling, seeing and hearing how much she wanted him at the moment. He wanted to make the victory a little more complete. “…Tell me, tell everyone around us, how you feel about me a man, what you want from me.” In this moment of passion, she might say things, she would not dare otherwise. Feelings she might be begging to have deep down. He wanted her to scream it, what she felt about him right now. More than the three of them would hear.
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It was quiet for a while, the dogs lying around. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes rolling around in the grass. They were just content to rest. They knew Amy would be back in a while, and since Skye was not doing anything to get their attention, they acted much as they always did. The lab laid, next to her, watching the others. Telling the others that he was claiming her, there was faint tension over that. But they were all too relaxed to try to fight over it now. That would wait until one of the others felt like mating with her again, and it was hard to predict when that might be, if Skye did not try to encourage it.
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After eating, the others were content to lay around for a bit, relax. Skye's presence was something they all noted, the shift of her being around all the time. But none of them were in a rush to do anything like that. They did all study her a bit. A curiosity of what she would do on her own, without Amy around, if there would be a shift in their day to day activities. She was a little different from them, female, and with a different body, though as far as they knew she was biologically a dog, that all females were like her and Amy. Would she do something they rarely if ever did or, or would she follow their lead?
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After filling them all, Amy stopped by Skye again. Lightly petting her head for a moment before walking to the door. “I’ll see you tonight.” With that she walked into the house, and began making her final preparations for work. Leaving the dogs all alone. They considered interesting as well, having their new companion, the first female who would be available 24/7. An extra option to pass the time, though none of them were in a rush to do it. The lab began to hang around her more. While he was not looking for that at the moment, a side effect on their bonding was he saw her as his mate, more than the others. She would likely be shared, but he intended to have her the most. It might not be today, but like Amy warned Skye, there would probably eventually be some fighting over her.
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Amy smiled at Skye. “Good morning. I will be leaving in a little bit. But will make sure you all have enough food and water for the day. Here it is, your first day alone with the boys. Have a good time.” She left it up to Skye whether or not to follow her as she made her way and filled the bowls for the others. This was going to be interesting. To see what she chose to do, how much she laid around, how much she played with the others, and who initiated what with the playing.
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Had progress been made? Possibly. But it was just a small first step if it had. Time would be needed, a lot of work. But if Anahel kept at, maybe she would accomplish her goal eventually. It was like her god said, Maxim’s efforts to fix the slave population would be a life long task. None of them would be healed quickly, though maybe someday they would. Mirina felt a little better about where things were going, still, Anahel had to understand that while she did not have to act like a traditional master, for now Mirina needed her guidance, to be told what to do. Until more progress was made, she needed someone in that role to function. She did not care what it was, if it was more stuff like today or not. She just needed to ‘belong’ to someone and do what they wanted. It was the only thing she knew now. “I don’t care how hard it is, I will follow you wherever you go. Help however you tell me to. Do anything to make it easier for you.” Hopefully Anahel understood deep down, if only some partial memory, some old similarity between them.
