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That was going to be interesting. Amy did wonder about training Skye for the show, but it was a little different from an ordinary one. She was probably trained as she could be in what mattered. It was more about proving Skye was trained to act like a dog, and was loyal to her, would not even consider running away. That was what Skye was already, it was hard to think of many ways she could be more dog like. While she was thinking about that, she opened the package. She reached in and presented it to Skye, holding the toy she said she would buy for her to Skye’s mouth. A second one for her, another thing Skye could consider completely hers.

Amy was interested in where this went, how Skye felt and how those feelings changed. Feelings of a sort, a bond between male and female, but not like any she would have experienced in the past. "Let instinct guide you. Deep down, we all have a little of it still inside us. Instincts from our wild ancestors. Let them guide you now, both with him and in other times. As long as it does not break any of my rules, let those control your life from here on. Do what feels natural with him now, you are his, until one of the others fights him and wins. That probably won't be for a while though. The only other male that can have you until then, is one of the boys at the show. That still interests you, doesn't it? Mating with a boy like you, physically human, but a dog." She was looking forward to seeing that. Seeing how Skye would interact with such a boy, how the boy would approach her, if there would be anything before they mated. Now that Skye had been won by one of the dogs, she might have interesting conflicting feelings about that, but maybe the desire to mate with another human-dog would be stronger than a feeling that such a boy had to beat her current mate.

There were a few other girls in the shower already, when Anya came. One of them was a girl who had her own insecurities about customers. Ashley was a young girl, born a boy, the first to have gone through a procedure that made her a girl, with fully functional parts and no visible hint of what she used to be. She ended up here as a way to pay off her debts from the procedure. The owners paid off the debt to the hospital, but she needed to work until she repaid the debt to them. She looked at Anya as she came in, getting the sense the woman was uneasy. It was pretty natural to guess it had something to do with a customer. Some were a lot more pleasant to deal with than others. The rules and security prevented things from getting too out of hand, but at some point all the girls had customers that they did not enjoy, only doing it for the money. Ashley did not want to make too many assumptions though. Part way through her own shower she turned the water off and walked over, next to Anya. She was a little uneasy in this situation, all the other girls knew how she got here, she was never sure if some of them did not still think of her as a boy. There was a sort of sisterhood here though, they generally tried to help each other. "...Are you okay?" She asked, seeing how much Anya wanted to say, having not turned her own water back on yet.

Logan did have to leave in the morning. That was the end of what he paid for. He had work the next day too, he could not hang around very long if he wanted to. He slept well, when the morning came, it felt nice, seeing her at his side. He was slow and quiet as he could be in getting up and getting dressed, let Anya get as much sleep as she wanted. He had no idea if she would be seeing anyone today, or before he returned. Quietly leaving the room, he made his way back to the front desk. She was already there, Aileen, the secretary. She looked at him with a knowing smile. "Hello again, sir, were you pleased with Anya last night? Would you like to preschedule another appointment, either with her, or one of our other girls?" Logan thought about it for a moment. Maybe it was better now. Anya would have an idea what he was thinking, and would know he would return. "Yeah, she was great...I think I do want to schedule another time." Aileen nodded, printed a few pieces of paper and led him back to the back room again, where she worked privately with clients, to set up appointment. After taking their seats she handed Logan the first sheet, a calendar with various openings. "The shaded sections are appointments with other men Anya already has scheduled." There were a number of them, though there were more openings than not. There was no information about the other customers or what they would be doing either. It only showed what times were not available. Logan had to balance what he wanted with what he could afford. This was something that would probably take numerous tries. When he gave the sheet back to Aileen, she was surprised. He had picked shorter appointments, but daily, for a few weeks. Sometimes morning, sometimes evening, sometimes lunch, depending on what was available for each of them. "...Interesting, interesting, Anya seems to have left quite the impression on you...or are you planning something specific?" She handed Logan the form, the form from last time, choosing the girl, deciding what they did together. "...I might update this later, for at least some of the days." Logan commented, as he filled it out. Maybe doing some other specialized things at least some of the days. The important thing was to reserve the times. Make Anya aware of his main goal. When he gave the sheet back to Aileen her eyes widened a little and the smile grew. "Well, aren't you bold? I'm looking forward to seeing Anya's reaction when I give her this, later today." It was something that happened from time to time here. But it was a surprise seeing someone like Logan, a virgin yesterday, uncomfortable with women, now looking to give Anya a child. She folded up the paper. "Feel free to add anything else you want, on a day by day basis. You don't have to pay for any of it now. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow. I'll let you know how excited Anya is, after she sees this." She led him out of the room and watched as he left the building. Anya would get a copy of the sheet sometime later today, but she was not going to do it right away.

It was the best sleep Mirina had had in quite some time. Even counting days before the war and her old life. Mirina felt a little special. This angel had been sent to watch Maxim, but stayed with her over the night. The fact no one came looking for Anahel suggested nothing significant happened over night, and no one, including the prince, was likely to complain in that case. She finally began to wake up, still feeling the comfort of the angel’s body. She was content to lay there until Anahel said it was time to wake up. When the prince was found, they would find out whether they would hang around here longer, or move to the next target.

Mirina would follow the angel wherever she went. Loyalty, love of a sort. She was also curious how Anahel would explain what happened to Maxim, if she would tell him everything. What she remembered out her past life, accepting Mirina as her slave, the things they did. She would find out in the morning. She had fallen asleep almost immediately, without a word, comforted by the angel’s warmth, her mistress, protector, Anahel was her world now. It was her presence that made this building feel like her home again, quietly sleeping, with a smile on her face.

She would be in for a surprise later. Logan could tell she was unsure if he would return. He would have to prove her wrong. Prove that was not just talk. Maybe he would spend some time with other women, but it would mostly be her. “I’ll see you again, I promise. I would not make a new friend, then never her again.” It would not be tomorrow, but maybe it would be soon after. As wonderful as the sex was, that was not the only thing he wanted to come back for. He was happy with her at his side, closing his eyes. Going to sleep with a woman at his side for the first time ever. He called her a friend, it was not the most accurate description of what they were now. The point though was that it was not just business.

Mirina was reluctant to have the choice left up to her. She considered it for a moment. Then she lifted herself off and laid next to Anahel. She accomplished the most important thing, Anahel was willingly her mistress now, and she would not left her when Anahel and Maxim moved to their next target. That was enough to make her happy, also knowing she would get more of this. She was curious to see it though, what she would do to become the prince’s woman. The angel had no experience with courtship, let alone trying to get a royal. Mirina would probably help some, though she was not really an expert herself.

Mirina panted, after letting it out. They did not do it together, but she could still feel the results of both inside her. “…Ahh…wonderful…does Mistress want more?” She considered asking Anahel if she wanted sleep, but she realized the angel did not need that. She would be the only sleeping when that time came. Though maybe Anahel would stay in the bed at her side. But she could keep going, if that was what Anahel wanted. She was satisfied for the moment, but craved this being a long term thing.

Anya worded it carefully enough, it was not quite a confession, as far as he was concerned. He took a few deep breaths. He gestured for her to lay next to him. “…I think you finally wore me out too. I’m ready to sleep…don’t worry, I’ll be back, though I’m not positive about the day yet.” He had to think about the timing, a lot of other things. To make absolutely sure, that he still wanted her to have his child. How to protect her, and the child if she had one. He had been offered to invite the Futa secretary to their next time. But maybe that would wait for later. He might talk to the secretary about that on the way out, in the morning. For now though, he would be happy to sleep, at Anya’s side, in her bed.

Logan was not sure if lube was wearing off, he was getting tired, or he just needed a moment of rest after that orgasm. How many more words were really needed? They said much of what needed to be said, they also used their bodies to tell the other how they felt. They were not lovers, could not be, but it felt like they had gone beyond being friends, though he was not sure how to describe what they had become. But he cared about her, as a friend, but also as a woman. He really did want to protect her, after hearing her words, but he had to think about how. This night had been much more than either of them planned. Logan watched Anya, to see how much she still had in her. He would not ask such a blunt question, though he did wonder if had ever had an orgasm like that before?

Mirina was surprised but pleased Anahel got more aggressive, moaning louder as she the angel thrust into her. It felt so good, tightly fitting and rubbing against everything. They might not come together, but it still felt very good, she was moaning loudly when she felt it. Had anyone ever received this? She felt blessed, it felt just slightly different than her old master’s, slightly different than a human’s. After pausing for a moment, she kept going again. Perhaps it felt even better after that. She was a little jealous though. Anahel would likely someday have Maxim’s child, she could probably not hope for Anahel’s. But she was happy enough with this. She showed her appreciation, enthusiastically bouncing for another moment, before she reached her own climax.

After riding him for moment, Logan came again. Of course he knew there was a chance, that what he was thinking about could happen tonight. With their lust for each other so high, doing it on such an instinctual level…he wanted to give Anya every last drop, with the craving she carry his child. Love was forbidden, family was not. All the whores were provided birth control, but it was their choice to use it…unless the customer paid them not to. Next time he came, he would pay for that, make his desire clear to Anya. It was possible she was not using it this time either, that she might already be carrying his child next time they met. But since he had not paid for that, he could not ask and Anya could not tell him if she was using it or not. Young as he was, he was a man, it was impulse now, completely irrational, but he wanted this woman to be the mother of his child. She would find that out next time.

That felt right, having the hands on her. Mirina moved with Anahel, feeling it fill her completely. She could only imagine how good it felt for Anahel, but maybe a little strange too, doing it like a man. She did wonder how different it functioned compared to a man, if she could keep going after orgasm. With magic, it was hard to say. “…Don’t worry about holding it in…you probably won’t know for sure how close you are the first few times.” Sure, there was something nice about doing it together, but it was not a big deal if it did not happen, while Anahel was getting used to it. Besides, she was happy enough pleasing Anahel. To receive the miracle of the angel’s seed.

They were getting dangerous here. Both knew there was a line they could not cross. The trick was to keep as close as they could, strengthen the friendship and trust, the sexual bond between them. A more primal, almost animalistic side to the relationship, but mixed with a warmer aspect. That being the case, he was feeling a growing desire to protect her. Temptations and ideas were growing in his head. One of which would make them very close, without crossing the line. He had to think about them more, when his head was clearer. Anya would learn, but probably not tonight. Some of it would be things he paid for other times, others were something else. ”…I want, you too…” He would not be able to stop coming back. He might occasionally see other women, but he was drawn to her. Others would not be the same, maybe some interesting variety, but not the same. “…rely, on me…” A careful wording, to let himself fall for her. But to protect her, he was considering that. He would have even more to protect if went through the other idea he was thinking of.

“…Mmm…take your time, mistress, but don’t be afraid to give in to instinct.” Some of it was there, between memories of what her master had done, and maybe some instinct due to the magic, but Anahel had at least some idea what to do, to Mirina’s pleasure. “…You made it just for me..mmm…you made it the perfect size. It feels so good, rubs against….everything…just right.” It was even better than her previous master. Whether it was intentional, or just part of the spell, it fit perfectly, maximizing the pleasure for both of them. She occasionally paused to give Anahel the feeling of thrusting into her on her own, but did her share of moving as well.

Mirina was curious to see where this would go. Anahel probably not permanently be in this state, if she was going to try to become Maxim’s woman, but maybe she would see plenty of it. Maybe her mistress would become more comfortable using it later. For now, she would make Anahel comfortable, and please her the way she wanted. “…You may have done this to your master, hopefully you will enjoy like mine did.” She straddled over Anahel and lowered herself slowly onto it. That familiar feeling, she enjoyed it so much. “…Act as much like a man with me as you want…”. She said with a smile, begging to bounce, slowly at first. “…I want to please you as ‘man’ and woman. Teach you to love your new side.”

Do have some thoughts for where Logan and Anya go or might go. Putting it here just because it might reference the other active RP the club currently has. The thing planned awhile back wish Ashley will still happen, with the assumption it’s not happening at the same time as the RP I am doing with Allie, though that one might or might not get occasionally referenced, at some point(s) in the Logan/Anya story. The two of them are going to probably have an interesting relationship, trying to avoid breaking the rule on romantic love, but still getting closer as man and woman. One of those things Logan is thinking about paying for on later visits is the chance for Anya to have his child. If you like that, we’ll see how quickly it happens and how it works. Assuming that happens, and with his intentions to protect Anya in various ways, he might try to apply, become one of the security agents in the house. Make him somewhat more regular.

Protected? Maybe? It was something more primal between them at the moment. He did care about her in a way. She would never be completely his. It was probably better that way, but if she craved him in a way different from other men, that would make him happy. He did feel it right now, believed she meant every word she said. It felt so good, he firmly gripped her hips, but let her move at her pace, he wanted to feel it. He was still having a harder time thinking clearly, speaking, but he managed something this time. “…It’s…different?…Better?” Anya had done this before, he was curious how different it was, how much was the lube, how much was him?

I’ve been wrestling with making one. But I already have a whole bunch of RPs going on.

What man Logan would be after this was hard to say. He would not be like he was now, but he would also be different from when he stepped into this room. He would probably be capable of being more confident and successful with women in general. But right now, he only had desire for this one. Love was probably not the word for it, but he was intensely attracted to her. Something a little stronger than friends with benefits, but not love. Intensely sexual, but deeper than the relationship whores had with most customers. He wanted to see where it went. He had one idea too, an instinctual one, that he might consider for another time. For now though, he just kept pounding and eventually came. He was not done though, he had a desire to empty every drop he could into her. Anya could feel it, he was still hard, still wanted her, but he paused just a moment, to catch his breath. If she wanted to do something, she could easily take the initiative, to show him just how much she wanted him too,

That would happen soon. Mirina wanted it too. One more step to make it even more official. "...Whenever you want, however you want. I'm completely yours." If Anahel wanted to do it in a specific way she would do that. Otherwise she would improvise. Try to think of the best way for someone who was still relearning sex, and have never done it as a man. That was another thing Anahel had to get used to, in addition to being a mistress. She would ease her into all of it though. She looked forward to a future when Anahel might be more used to doing both, at least occasionally acting like her old master. She would teach the angel to remember what it was like to be a slave too, why it was so hard to break someone out of it, without something like reincarnation. "...Just tell me how you want to do it...do you want to lead, or should I?" She was used to doing it both ways, depending on her master's whims. But what would someone like Anahel do, who never lived as a man?

It was a start. Mirina could teach her mistress a new sort of pleasure. She was sure it felt different for a man compared to a woman. She was looking forward to seeing how she reacted. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, eagerly jerked it, waiting to see how quickly it got hard, whatever other reactions she might make. This was what she was trained for, to make her mistress feel good. And now she could do it in more familiar ways. "...Does it feel good? Are you starting to feel a little like a man, tempted to put it inside me?" She was curious what was going through the angel's mind, if just having one shifted her desires at all?

That was not something Mirina had expected. But now that she saw it, she was not surprised it was within an angel's power. It made her more in awe towards the other girl. She leaned over, looked at it. SHe took it in her hand. It felt real, just like she remembered. Completely real, completely functional. She craved it, made her desire her mistress more. "Remember what you can, what you did with your master...is there anything you want to do with it, or want me to do with it?" There was some glee in her voice, she could not help but stare. But she knew her place. She would give Anahel a chance to give instructions, before acting on her own desires. But yes, this allowed them to be a little closer to what they both remembered. The thing most lacking until now.

Like on the wall, I suggest Rave Blob love scene, because why not (and as a member of the fanclub).