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The fight went on for some more minutes. It gradually went more and more in the lab’s favor. He wore the other dog down further, though there were a few brief moments of fighting back. Eventually he backed away, though. The lab stood there triumphantly, looking at the others, without a sound, telling them, ‘she’s mine’. For now at least, the others accepted that. Skye was his mate, and only his. Eventually the tension would rise and there would be another challenge. For now though, they accepted he had proven himself worthy. The others all then started to watch Skye. Did she feel the same, that she was his now? If she did, how would act around him? Would she be more around him than the others? She had a new place in the pack, and none of them knew yet what it would mean.

Mirina was happy to help Anahel, encourage her, get her closer to Maxim, if that was what she wanted. That was her responsibility, the happiness of her mistress. She would do something like this to help it. She was a little surprised at Anahel’s offer, not sure what she meant. The first thought was acting like a mistress, but magic had nothing to do with that. She could not help but be curious. “Please do, mistress.” There was an eagerness in her voice, a happiness for receiving whatever Anahel thought she was longing for, that she could provide. She pulled her hands back, leaned back and waited.

Was she already thinking about it? That reaction seemed to suggest she was interested, that she at least liked the idea now, if she had not thought of it before. “You are his only hope of winning this war. He has no army. I have seen how powerful the Vanorian army is…though I have also seen your power.” Mirina was perhaps attracted to just how powerful Anahel was, one of various ways she was attracted to the Angel. ”I’m sure right now he is hoping to marry some foreign princess, rebuild his power, get a strong ally that way. Royalty tends to think that way…but if you two keep fighting together…if he starts to look at you as a woman…if you give hints that being an Angel doesn’t make you off limits for him…it may not be long before he begins to desire you. He might even desire you already.” Mirina suspected Anahel being an angel was the biggest obstacle, causing Maxim to see her as a holy being, something forbidden. But if he was pushed in the right direction, maybe it would change.

Mirina suspected her mistress was never touched quite like this, even in her old life. She could only guess what sort of master the Angel had, she just hoped it was not quite as bad as she suggested it was earlier. There was a cruelty in the system, always violence, even after the breaking, but there were degrees. Hopefully Anahel had lived a longer life, felt the sort of loyalty she had for her own master. The Angel might destroy the system, if she led the prince to victory and conquest of Vanoria, there might not be any new slaves. Though the question of what would happen to existing slaves, like Mirina, was more up in the air. She was concerned with that, she would just love to please her mistress, give her a taste of that life again. Now that they had developed a new sort of relationship, she pushed again, her old curiosity. “You can have it again of course, in several ways. You remember it deep down, I think, still feel a draw to powerful men.” She said as she continued to the touch the Angel. “You can’t give yourself to the emperor of course, he is your enemy…though I wonder if he was your emperor in your past life.” How long had Anahel been an angel. Was she young enough to have lived during his reign, or was it one of his ancestors. She was curious if her mistress had been a Vanorian by blood, or from one of their conquests. She finally got to the point she was making. “He would not be a master. He hates Vanoria too much, but I’m sure you could find a taste of it again with the prince.” It seemed natural to Mirina, she figured it would to others later. The prince and his Angel, in their holy war, would it be that much of a surprise if they became a couple? Mirina was not bothered by the idea of sharing her mistress with a man. They were different relationships, with only some similarities.

Mirina had been hopeful Anahel could think of something. But it was up to her. She was committed though to figuring something out. She looked over her mistress' body. Almost the same as her own. The halo had been fun and effective, but she wanted to think of something a human would experience, a little closer to what she had done in the past, and what the old Anahel would have experienced. That was the focus of today, things like her trying to be a temporary mistress would wait for later. She considered things her master, and to a degree other men did. They were always more focused on their pleasure, it was rare they did something especially for her. That left her with less experience with the sort of things they could have done to her as man or woman. But she decided to try various things. She sat on the bed next to Anahel, one hand teased near her crotch, between the legs but not all the way. Another hand firmly groped at her breast, rubbing it a little with her palm. She still had to get a little used to doing this with another woman, but it being Anahel made it more appealing.

This is a story about a character some of you may know (did this RP inspire the challenge?). If you follow me or pay attention to active public RPs, you may have seen Bianka before. If you have not, and want to read more, her story in on the PublicRP club, updated every 9 nine days, due to the RP cycle it is part of. She is a new student at a girls school, where 'teacher's pet' is an official position in each class, with both the traditional meaning, and a sexual one. This story is going to be considered part of that RP, but I'll try to write it so it can also be enjoyed as an independent story. The teacher is a new character, introduced here. Will find a picture for her after I finish writing. Bianka was a new student, but she already learned a lot, about her school's unique culture. Her new roommate, Beth had given her a quick but very effective lesson. The school was very openly sexual. No matter how straight a girl was, they were expected to have sex with any other girl interested in her. Sometimes it was love, sometimes for the pleasure of sex, sometimes just to pass the time, or for one girl to assert her social dominance over another. Beth had told her all about it, given her a taste of it. Now she wanted more. She wanted to do things with Beth later, had made plans with a girl Beth knew. But for now she was on her own. She was heading to her first day with her new class. There was something else Beth had told her about. The concept of becoming a class' 'teacher's pet'. A favorite of the teacher, who would help maintain the order of the class, and spend personal time with the teacher after class. Taking care of her personal desires. Beth was the pet in her class. Sometimes it was a prized position, sometimes dreaded, depending on the teacher. In all honesty Beth was a little curious, tempted, she might go for the position, depending on the teacher. She had a few advantages. It was a class of new girls, her classmates might not know about the position. She also had a personality that was suited for it. When she got to the classroom, many of the girls were already there, as was the teacher. A woman Bianka guessed was somewhere in the late 20s to early 30s age. The woman looked at her as she took her seat, was she being judged for the position? The teacher did not say anything, until the class started. She introduced herself, as Ms. Nyoko. She spent a little time talking about life at the school, how they would be here for the next for years, staying on campus even over break. No boys in miles, just a bunch of girls. She talked about how they might make life long friends here, that once they got used to how things went they would have plenty of fun. She did not mention about the sex. The students then all introduced themselves, mostly their names, maybe a little more. Bianka just said she was a quiet girl, but hoped to make a lot of friends. As the class went on, she was quick to raise her hand to try to answer any question. Looked for any chance to be helpful to the teacher. At lunch she offered to get the teacher food or look after the class as she eat. (Does she already know, has someone told her about?) Ms. Nyoko wondered as she evaluated if Bianka was aiming to be her pet. She was ambitious, yet obedient. One of the ideal personalities for this position. "...Bianka, if you don't mind, would you be willing to stay after class, help me with the cleaning?" Bianka was hopeful, did her teacher understand. Unfortunately, she could not do it this time. "...I made plans with my roommate and another girl for tonight, Ms. Nyoko. But I would be happy to do it tomorrow, or do anything you need right now." The teacher gave her a knowing smile. This girl already understood, didn't she. Learned the ways of this school. "You want to help me teach the class how things work here, Bianka? That's what you're after, aren't you? Don't worry, I like you...I'll let you be my new pet. You have been told all about that, right?" Bianka blushed, nodded. She was not sure what sort of 'lesson' she would be given. "Yes, ma'am. That's what I want." The teacher stood up and called to the class. "Pay attention everyone. Keep eating, but you are going to get a special lesson." She walked behind Bianka, one arm around her waist, other across her chest and on to her shoulder. "Bianka here has volunteer for a very special position. You can call her, a 'teacher's pet'. She is not unique, every class here has one. She is impressive for becoming one so quickly though. Consider her my eyes and ears. If she tells you to do something, treat it as if I told you." She slid the one hand down, began groping the girl's chest. "She will also be doing some special favors for me personally. Some of them you will all see, some we will do in private. This is something you will all learn soon. We are alone here, no boys around. We have to support each other, as women. Satisfy each other's desires, physical and emotional." Bianka blushed as she was groped, the class watched her with a fascination, hearing what they would all go through, watching what those two were doing. Some impressed, some jealous, that Bianka already had such a position, that no one else would get it later. "Look at how much she likes it. What sort of girl she is. Make sure to play with her later...what would you like me to do to you, Bianka?" What the teacher did not know, was Beth had given Bianka quite a sexual education the previous night, taught her what sort of girl she was. "Anything you want, Ms. Nyoko. Do absolutely anything." The smiled wider, let go of her. "Bend over my desk then, show yourself to the whole class." Bianka obediently bent over. The teacher lifted the skirt and pulled down her panties. To Bianka's surprise, she spanked her. "Such a naughty girl. You have already done things haven't you. You just arrived yesterday, but you have become a dirty little girl, haven't you?" Bianka squealed. "Yes, ma'am!" "You want to do it with me?" Another spank. "Yes, ma'am." "You want to do it with your class?" Another spank. "Yes ma'am." "Look at her. Look at what this girl has already become. The rest of you will get some idea later. She's mine now, but I'm not greedy, I will share her with you all, and the school." After one final spank, she pulled Bianka back, pulled her own panties down and sat on the desk. "Show me and the class what you have already learned, Bianka." Bianka got on her knees, spread her teacher's legs and leaned her face in. It did not take long until her teacher was moaning, including her name. Her class watching as her tongue found the teacher's most sensitive spots and focused on them. She was following Beth's footsteps, just as she hoped. She was beginning to learn what it meant to be a pet. She would keep learning. She would have this relationship until she graduated. She also looked forward to doing these things with the girls of her class, teaching them, like Beth taught her. She knew she would be very happy here.

Normally Honorious would not care about things like that, but as part of making Aliana his, he would this time. He might do it sometimes later, to reward her, but it would mostly be about his own pleasure. She could feel it. He was restraining himself, she was being rewarded for giving herself to him, falling for him. She could expect more of this in the future, when she gave herself to him completely. She could see how badly her sister wanted to feel it, she was starting to think the same thing two, not a traditional family. But the two of them becoming his women, slaves or not. As long as she was with her sister, they could some way to be happy. She had not completely given in though, but she was beginning to feel the temptation deep down. To imagine what they would be like.

That was a look Lilana had never seen before on her sister it scared her a little but also intrigued her. She just kept watching though, knowing her turn was soon, that her sister was going to happily watch. Encourage it. They were both falling, taking the first steps to embracing this, she had a feeling her sister would regret this in the morning...but would she completely? It was not going to be too much longer, she could see it in their master's eyes. He enjoyed this a lot, she knew he genuinely desired Aliana, Aliana had to realize it too. It was unfortunate it was in this way, but her sister was falling for him, not completely, but she was developing genuine feelings and desires, that would eventually gnaw away at her. She would be lying be if she said she felt no arousal at the way he went at her, wanting him to do the same to her, and knowing she would.

"Don't worry little one. You will get your turn, once I'm done with your sister. She deserves a reward for her love, after all." He would give everything he could to Aliana, this was a time he cared about her pleasure. To make her more completely his. Then she would watch her master and sister make love. To draw the other one closer to him. He could see the look in her eyes. "...If that's what master wants...if that is what you think, Aliana.,,I hope you enjoy watching his turn with me." She realized they both could see it, that she wanted to feel like her sister. She did not try to look away anymore, she watched her sister give in, if only temporarily for now. She wanted to do the same, how could she not, she desperately wanted to know how good her sister felt. Forget what was happening and willingly have sex with their master. He was taking his time with this, he could have ended it sooner, but she could see, he was able to care about their pleasure, when he had a reason. He was doing it for Aliana, to make her want him more.

It was a major step, but the general she was completely there yet. She might not be able to turn back at this point, but he suspected Aliana would not be quite so enthusiastic in the morning. He did not believe either sister had the true breaking point yet, she had seemed to have gone through the experience the other slaves talked about, the point the fully committed. But she was a lot closer now, she would not be able to forget these things in the morning, she truly meant them right now, even if she might deny it, to herself and others, later. He would continue to twist her, both with sex, and as soldier, giving her things to fight. She had already been trained to be loyal to her officer, now that he was that, in addition to her master, her loyalty would start to build. He decided to take a chance, it was risky, but this could draw of them to him. "Tell your sister how much you like it. You want her to share in it too, don't you? You want to see her feel as good as you do?" In her current state of mind, this was the only time this might work, until more progress was made. For Aliana to genuinely want her sister to feel this too, know how good she felt. Liliana silently waited. Would Aliana do it. She suspected the same thing as their master, that Aliana would do so right now. Not just because she was ordered too, but in her current state, she might do it willingly. The worst part was...she did want to feel it too. She did not want to change, become a willing slave, but there was a jealously of sorts, seeing how good her sister felt. Aliana was willingly saying she loved him, she was watching a preview of what her sister would eventually become, what she would become, with perhaps small differences.

The others watched intently, there would be other challenges eventually but whichever won today would be accepted as Skye’s mate for at least some days. They could see, she was starting to get into it, like it. More reassurance she really was one of them, was beginning to think like them, act like them. The two of them kept going, it was not a completely one side fight, but the lab was clearly winning. He wanted more of the bond with Skye, to comfort her, protect her, he could tell she liked him, but he wanted more than that. He could not completely understand how a human thought or acted, even one trained to be a dog. But he was fighting for her, to see how her feelings changed. When this fight was over, how would she act around him? It would be different than Amy, he could not be her master, but she would be his in another way. She had to figure out how she felt about the winners, if she acted differently around them.

It was somewhat inevitable, their bond was strong, but the addition of Skye to the pack changed things. This would be a constant struggle, the winner would probably shift a number of times. For now the lab seemed to have the advantage, he was the first to bond with her, first to mate with her. It made him that much more committed, hopeful Skye would feel more drawn to him, if he proved he would fight for her and could win. He leapt forward, wrestling the other to his back, biting, but not hard enough to break skin. The other dog managed to get up, but for now at least, the lab was winning. They were not human of course, they were trying to appeal to Skye in a more primal way, as a female. If she had not been tamed, who knew how she might have felt about that sort of courtship? But as a ‘dog’, did it appeal to her, did she like being fought over, would she feel any different about the winner?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.