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Sara opened her eyes, the world slamming back to her violently. She coughed and chocked as the crushing feeling of drowning lingered in her mind, but as she became more aware of her surroundings the feeling began to fade. The room, her room, was as it always was; it was still early morning yet, and the photo of her boyfriend still lay next to her. She relaxed back onto her bed, glad that the horrible nightmare she had been having was over; the cold sweat it had caused still clung in her fur. She hugged herself against the sudden cold in the room, an odd type of chill that rolled over her, a chill that seemed to cool her very soul. Sara reached for the blanket to cover her with, only to find it hidden by the red mist which had crept over her bed, she sat up and looked around, a red mist was shrouding everything in the room in a fog of blood.

"The contract has been fulfilled." The message came in a growl, and seemed to be from the fog, from all around her. Sara scooted back against the headboard of her bed, seeking to put any type of distance from the smothering mist. The fog at the foot of her bed began to thicken, to take shape. The form made of mist reached for her, the hand taking definition, becoming flesh and fur and claw before her eyes. From the mist came the wolf, a wolf of blood fur and black, bottomless eyes.

Her body rose into the air, paralyzed and helpless before him. His hand never moved, her throat moved obligingly into it. As she stared into his eyes, black pits which seemed to suck all light from the world, to even pull at her soul, she found her lungs unable to work, her mind unable to think. He smiled at her, his free paw trailing up her leg, over her inner thigh, between her legs, circling its target; heat, like a glowing rod straight from the forge, penetrated her depths. Her body shook, trembling in pained horror that her breathless lungs could not voice. "You have something that belongs to me," the thing growled, though his mouth didn't speak "Now you must free it from its mortal bonds so that I might claim it." The searing heat penetrated deeper and deeper still, filling her core, burning her breath, melting her very thoughts. She starred into his empty eyes, at the tiny spark within them that seemed to grow as the inferno within her did; the fire filled her body, his eyes burnt away at her soul, and her fate became absolute.

In an instant, all was as it always was; Sara knelt in her cozy room at the foot of her bed, panting softly as she starred off into space. Slowly she looked around her, then looked at herself, at the symbols scorched into her fur around both nipples, and the new one over her slit, she understood them now, they were six's, 3 of them, their tips all pointed inward towards her middle. She knew her mind must have left her; she had gone mad. She stepped onto the floor, noting the slight tingle in her loins, a small itch of want. As she made another step towards the door the itch became more, became an ach of need that confused her. Another step, the ach became a burning need for satisfaction which scared her. Her last step faltered, the breath stolen from her lungs as the unnatural desire of her body screamed for her attention.

Her quivering fingers stole to her wanton loins, pressing forcefully against her burning flesh. The first strokes of her fingers only teased her, adding to her need; she stroked faster, pressed harder but still the burning would not ease. A thin whine escaped her throat as she fought against her own needs even as panic started to grip her. Getting to her feet she griped the dresser next to her, grinding the shard edge against her clit; her claws marking the wood as she drew herself more forcefully against the rough grain, but she barley registered the contact at all. A warm trickle ran down her leg, a red streak staining her white fur. Her knees gave way under her; her claw caught the cloth cover and pulled the contents onto the floor.

Her fingers sunk deeply into her sex, pumping with panicked fervor, but still it felt as if her fingers weren't even there; the numbness of her body and the ever growing pressure within her screaming for release made her act with desperation, Sara extended her claws, letting them sink into the soft, silky flesh of her inner walls. The pain took the breath from her, leaving her screams mute, but despite that it also quelled a tiny amount of her need. Having found something that might work, she thrusted her fingers in and out faster and faster, adding a second and even a third. Her paw was soaked in blood, as was her ass.

She was close, oh so close, she just needed a little more, but her claws alone weren't enough. Looking around she saw the lamp she had pulled off the dresser and had an idea. Ripping the shade off she pressed the hot bulb to her sex; her body jerked as she chocked on her moan, her toes curling with pleasure it brought and her back arched with the pain of it. Pressing it harder to herself the glowing bulb sunk easily into her blood slick passage, the long neck allowing her drive it deep into herself. Her fur was soaked in sweat as she pumped the thing in and out of her body, panting feverishly. A powerful scream ripped past her lips as she cam harder that she could ever remember; but the joyous cry of victory was choked off mid way.

The world seemed suddenly quiet as the all consuming sound of the muffled pop registered in her mind, followed by the unique crunch of glass. In an instant her throat muscles seized, stopping her moan in its tracks. Her eyes were pin points of pain as the powerful current of electricity tore through her, her body convulsing wildly. Her claws dug deeply into the hard wood floor as she fought to control her arms, to pull the horrid object from her, but her muscles were going haywire and out of her control. Blood flowed from her nose, her eyes, her ears; she could taste it in her mouth, the bitter copper taste telling her she was dying. Despite the mind numbing pain her senses seemed sharper than ever, the soft thuds of her body thrashing on the floor was so much louder, the sweet smell of cooking meat mixed with the bitter smell of smoldering fur flowing in her nose, everything looked so much brighter in her eyes and the thin streams of smoke rising from her body look so much more defined. There was a bright flash off to the right, a small burst of sparks, a tiny flicker of flame.

Her racing heart, beating like a jack hammer in her chest, finally began to calm; it was so tired, just like her, it needed to rest. Her breaths became shorter and sharper as she beat became softer. The penetrating brightness of the room began to dim. Her bleeding paw tips, the claws long since broken off and imbedded in the wooden floor, began to ease, to go slack. The pounding blood in her head was so much slower now; it seemed like forever between the beats. Darkness crept in from the edges of her vision, surrounding her, smothering her, crushing her in its sweet embrace. One last beat, a sigh of relief, the nightmare was over.

She could feel herself rising up, floating away from her body. She should see herself lying there on the floor, and noticed the marking on her body glowing softly; the brightness growing more and more, and a new marking over her stomach was appearing, a star in a circle. Sara watched with detached interest, it didn't matter to her, because the thing on the floor wasn't her anymore. Her assent was abruptly halted as the same star symbol appeared in the air around her neck; it spun in a slow motion, the points leaving a glowing trail. With the small rotation it formed the circle around itself, then suddenly shrunk, wrapping itself around her throat. The glowing band now around her neck flashed brightly, its red light blinding her; as its light faded, she felt her mind fading with it, her last memory that of falling back towards her body.

*****

Confused, dimly aware of her surroundings, she found herself walking down the street; and yet, it wasn't her who was walking. At first she thought it was a dream, but somehow knew it wasn't. With panicked realization she found she couldn't stop herself, she wasn't in control of her body.

"It's not your body any longer." Growled the voice, the nightmare. In her mind Sara screamed and raged and fought against the thing that imprisoned her within her own flesh, but she was but a gnat to him, powerless and weak.

As her stolen body walked the streets, Sara discovered she knew where she was; it was the apartment district where her boyfriend had moved to after he had left. She demanded to know what was happening, what he was planning to do, but he paid her no heed. Slowly but surely they made their way to Mark's apartment, her fears growing greater with each step. Her hand knocked on his door, she could feel her body if not control it. Mark answered in moments, wearing only a pair of blue jeans, not far behind him she could see the new girl he was with. She was surprised at how young she really was, Sara was by no means old, only in her mid twenties, but this girl looked to be young enough to be in high school. She was about Sara's height, just shy of four and a half feet like most felines. Her fur was dyed onyx which was the fad amongst kids these days. She was looking at her from around Mark, looking contemptuous and annoyed.

"What are you doing here Sara?" Mark was asking her; she could hear herself telling him she had been acting childish, that she was sorry of being so foolish and wanted them to all be friends. She said that she wanted to show Mark just how sorry she was, and wanted his new squeeze to join them. Motioning for him to lean down, she whispered into his ear "you remember that thing you're always trying to get me to do; well to show you just how sorry I am you can do it as much as you want." Then she licked the rim of his ear, in that spot he always likes, and managed to make him quiver a bit. Within herself Sara screamed at him to get away, that it wasn't really her.

Placing his paw on the side of her face he rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "I'm sorry too Sara, I was acting selfish myself and said some mean things I didn't mean." Sara jumped up and grabbed him around the neck, planting a deep kiss on his lips; his almost two foot height advantage made tip toe not quite adequate to reach his face. She could hear the voice laughing at her as she cried within herself. She moved past him, walking up to the other girl, she could see a small tag on her necklace that said "Kim". She stood with her arms crossed as Sara approached her; leaning in close to her she whispered something into ear. The words weren't a language she knew, they were sharp and slithery, and sound of them making her skin crawl. Kim's arms slowly went slack; she looked confused at the sudden paralyses. Placing a finger under her chin Sara gently pulled her into a kiss. Searing heat welled up within her body with violent speed, condensing in her lungs as she exhaled it into it into the young girl's mouth. Confusion turned to terror, then that terror melted away into what looked like a drunken haze. All resistance flowed out of her body as it succumbs to the voices influence. After long moments as their tongues contorted in each other's mouth Sara finally broke away; a thin strand of saliva between their tongues hung for a moment, giving Mark a good show of it.

Leaning in, she heard herself whisper into the girls ear "go into the bedroom and wait for me, remove your cloths on the way." Looking into her eyes she could see the glazed and empty look the voice had forced upon her. Without hesitation the girl moved to obey, hopping out of her shoes and socks and she made for the bedroom. Sara looked again at Mark "please Mark, let me make it up to you, I promise you'll have a hell of a time." She winked at him before making for the bedroom herself.

As she entered she found Kim sitting on her knees on the bed. Sara casually removed her own cloths as she walked to the bed, climbing up and behind Kim. Gently her hands circled the girl's waist, the soft, silky fur gliding effortlessly between her fingers. Her head lulled on Sara's shoulder as she moaned softly, breathing heatedly. Mark was in the doorway now, watching them, watching her, watching her snow white paws glide over the onyx colored abdomen before splitting directions, her left gliding up to the full breast, kneading it. Kim whimpered and moaned louder, shivering as Sara's right paw glided down between her legs; the fur there was downy soft, speaking to her young age. Sara felt dirty and perverted as she unwillingly molested the girl, who was truly barley old enough to not be considered a kitten. As Sara's finger sank into her sex the girly gave a throaty moan and bucked into her paw. She knew the pleasure the young girl was feeling wasn't real, but was being controlled by the voice.

All the while, as Kim whimpered, moaned and squirmed in her arms, Sara's eyes never left Mark's. She didn't know if it was the voices influence or not, but Mark was developing a sizable erection under his tight jeans. Slowly she pulled her index finger from the deep recesses of the girl's body, lifting her hand to Mark as ropes of thick juices hung down from it. She curled her finger, giving him the signal to join them; after a moment's hesitation he obeyed, coming to stand before her at the foot of the bed. Moving Kim form her way she crawled up to him, the extra height of the bed made her as tall as him so she could come face to face with him.

She nuzzled him, caressing his cheeks as she whispered to him. "Come now, let me apologies to you properly, you look like you could really stand to see how sorry I am." She pressed her paw to his groin, squeezing his swollen shaft through the tights material as she licked his cheek. Her paws worked to undo his belt and open his jeans. In her mind Sara screamed at him "No! Get away, stay away from me!" she threw herself against the barriers that made her a prisoner in her own body, but she was powerless before the voice as it took its own pleasure from her screams and struggles.

"No," he sighed "I'm the one who's sorry; all my friends were saying they had seen you with another guy at a club, even showed me photos they had taken with their phones." His hands encircled her waist, caressing her back. "Now that I think of it, it couldn't have been you, but when I came to your apartment and saw you with that guy..."

She felt a chill run through her as memories of what she thought had been a nightmare came to her mind. More memories came to her as well, memories of the voice, of it coming to her in her sleep, and taking control of her for a short time. Images of being at the club, of seeing Mark's friends, of flirting and making out with people where they could see her.

"I was angry," she heard herself saying, the shock of what had really happened still settling in "I wanted to make you jealous was all, I'm sorry if I hurt you, the whole thing was so stupid of me. Can you ever forgive me?" Her foot came around and pressed to Mark's hard shaft; electing a slight gasp from him, he had always liked it when she used her feet. He murmured his own apologies, whispered how much he loved her, kissing her. In her mind Sara screamed and cried, trying to tell him she loved him too. With her arms around her neck she supported her weight on him to have use of both her feet, running his slick shaft between her toes, his precum wetting her fur. Her other foot played with his balls, wiggling her toes to tickle him, using her big toe to play with his tail hole; he shivered as he kissed her more forcefully. Pre oozed over her foot as it was sped over his cock, pulsing under her foot pads with his arousal.

"Let me make it up to you." She breathed into his ear "you know how I said I didn't want you to take me in that hole, well you can have it." He squeezed her tighter, asking if she was sure "oh yes," she whispered back. she laid back onto the bed before him, his shaft pressed between both her feet as she pumped them up and down, squeezing his pink head between her toes as more pre seeped out over her already very sticky feet. Mark removed the rest of his cloths while she continued, pausing every now and again to moan or pant.

With his hands under her knees he pushed her legs back, giving him better access to her privates. He rested his shaft on her stomach, moving it in a zig zag over her tummy, teasing her sex. As he went lower Sara recoiled in her mind, suddenly remembering what she had always told him she didn't want him to do. He pressed against her tail hole, teasing her. The voice made her body squirm and moan, encouraging him on while in her mind he laughed. Mark pushed harder, trying to gain access to the tight and untouched confines; Sara wailed in her mind, wanting to back away. As his head gained entry she moaned to him, crying out in her mind. She whispered to him, telling him to go deeper, harder.

Earlier the voice had denied her the feel of his lips, the taste of him she craved to have one last time, it didn't deny her the feel of him this time. Kim appeared at her side, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Sara's paw slipped between the girls legs, playing with her small clit, making the lips pressed to her's quiver. Breaking away from her lips Kim slowly trailed kisses down her neck and chest, over her belly and down lower, her warm breath flowing over her lower lips which she kissed as deeply and passionately as she had her other lips only moments before. Kim through one leg onto the other side of her head, allowing her to lay parallel over Sara to give her better access to her sex. Returning the favor Sara pressed her face up between the girl's legs as well. Her own purrs mixed with that of Kim's made both their bodies vibrate powerfully, which made Mark pant and moan all the harder as his thick shaft plunged deeply into Sara's guts.

Sara's paws kneaded the girls butt as she ate her; the thick juices were running down her chin and neck. With one finger she gently pressed again the small bud of her tailhole, making her moan and buck; from the heavy pants Kim made Sara could tell she was close. With a firm push she pressed into her pucker, giving a little twist as she entered. Kim screamed as she came hard all over Sara's face before she could start sucking it all up. Sara felt a strange feeling in her mind, as if there was suddenly a little less space. Kim lay weakened over Sara's body, shivering and panting. As she continued to work her digit in her rear she used her tongue to explore deeper into Kim's slick tunnel. Faintly she could hear Kim whispering "No more, that's enough." Ignoring her pleas she pressed her sandpaper tongue against the secret button along the roof of her passage, causing Kim to moan and buck, her pucker clenching almost painfully on her finger. More of her juices poured into Sara's waiting mouth, and with it that same sense of something else in her, or possibly someone else. Sara suddenly understood what the voice was doing; it was sucking the very soul from the girl's body. Kim could barley move now; her breaths were shallow and labored.

Mark's large knot beat against her ass harder and harder, she could tell by his single minded thrusts that he was about to knot her and cum. Kim too was almost ready to cum as well, Sara didn't know if she could survive another one. Sara felt Mark's cock swell suddenly, and like he always did before he knotted her he pulled out to the tip, when he did that Sara scooted back, causing him to pop out, at the very same time she placed both paws against the back of Kim's head and pushed down. Giving her clit the tiniest nip with her teeth sent Kim over the edge, her mouth opened in a cry, but just as it started it was forced back down her throat as Mark thrust forward, his thick knot, just smaller then a baseball, slammed into her mouth. Sara could hear the crack as Kim's jaw broke to make room for the huge ball of flesh. Her body shuddered with pain and pleasure, and Sara could hear the subtle gurgle coming from her throat, Mark's load had gone down the wrong tube and was filling her lungs. She could feel her trying to clear her airways, but she couldn't get enough air to cough with Mark's knot still lodge in her mouth. Mark was bent over her, panting, he was so spent he didn't even realize what was happening. Too weak to struggle Kim could only quiver, and as her eyes drifted close Sara sucked down the last drop of her essence.

Panting, Mark rolled off them and onto his back on the bed to her right, as he did Sara grabbed a fist full of Kim's head fur and yanked her free, unceremoniously dumping her onto the floor to her left where she lay lifeless in a crumpled heap. Getting up Sara startled Mark's hips, his still hard and throbbing erection resting against her stomach as she caressed it with her paws. His eyes opened and he smiled up at her, his gaze so full of love for her it hurt her to see it. Sara smiled back as she lifted herself up, positioning the tip of his cock just at the opening of her sex. Slowly she lowered herself, her head lulling back as her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth. She was moving as slow as she could, and she could feel every vein and pulse of his shaft as she took it into herself. She finally came to a stop, resting at his knot a moment before starting to slowly piston on his cock. He griped her hips and pulled her down on him each time, his teeth gritted against the powerful sensation coursing through his shaft. He sat up after a while, getting to his knees as he held her full weight in his hands, thrusting her onto his cock while she hung limp, her breasts bouncing back and forth with his hard movements. He slipped off the bed, letting her back rest on the floor as he pounded her sex from above; with a grunt he plunged his knot into her pussy, spraying her insides with his hot spunk, filling her womb with his seed.

He was exhausted now, he could barely keep standing. Sara got up from under him, sitting back on her knees against the wall "you aren't done yet," she whispered to him "come here and give me more, give me all you have to give." She commanded. Mark got to his feet, he moved woodenly as he came to stand in front of her. He griped her jaw with one hand as he guided his swollen member into her mouth with the other. He put his hands on the wall as he thrust forward, forcing her head back against the wall painfully. He grunted and moaned with each thrust, but his moans didn't sound like those of pleasure anymore. Again and again he rammed him meat down her throat, finally he cried out, cum filing her mouth rapidly. She swallowed as fast as she could and still couldn't drink it all down, much of it dribbled down her chin and chest. It felt like he forced a gallon of sperm down her throat, with enough left over to soak her breasts in it. When he was finally done he collapsed onto his back, panting raggedly. His dick was massively swollen now, almost three times its normal size and a deep purple.

"No... no more, please stop." He croaked. Sara was standing between his legs looking down at him, deep within her mind she begged to the voice to stop, to leave him alone, but only one answer was given "this is what you wanted, remember?" Kneeling down, she took his shaft in her hands, gently caressing it. She kissed the tip of his cock, then began to suckle it as she slowly stroked him. Mark cried out weakly as cum began flowing into her mouth which she readily gulped down. His cock swelled even more in her paw as she suckled cum from his cock like a babe at the tit. His breaths were getting shallow and his head flopped from side to side. She could see his growing more pale by the second as his penis grew larger and larger. Reaching up Sara grabbed the phone from the nightstand and wrapped the cored tightly around his cock and balls. She placed a hand on his chest so Sara could feel his heart beating, she could tell it was working hard but was slowing down; it had lost access to too much blood to keep him alive. She looked deeply into his eyes as the life drained from his body before turning around, flopping down on his gut as she put the head of his dick in her mouth, barley getting it to fit. She put her hands on his swollen sack and squeezed. Sara swallowed the last of his seed down as Mark let out a breath for the last time; Sara felt the feeling of being even more crowded yet again as she wept.

*****

As is my nature as an author I'm never quite satisfied with one ending, and for some strange reason I feel a need to always set things right with my characters. If you're not a fan of happy endings don't feel the need to read further, this is simply my way of making it up to Sara (of course, considering what I have done it her I don't think that possible, oh well )

*****

Sara woke as the key turned in the heavy metal door, the bright light piercing the darkness of her cell. She shielded her eyes from the bright rays till her she could adjust. Silhouetted in the door was a wolf in a neat blue uniform, his badge reflecting the light.

"Hello again Sara, as innocent as ever I take it?" the wolf asked mockingly.

"I didn't kill my boyfriend, or the girl." She croaked, her throat dry and sore.

"Sure, if you say so," he said as a grin spread across his lips "its meal time again." He stepped further into the room, allowing the light to fill the room and illuminate her. Her body was wasted away from starvation, little more than skin and bones. At the mention of food Sara's eyes filled with a fevered desperation. The wolf, half way in the room now, unbuttoned his pants and pulled his member free, fully out of its sheath and glistening at over a foot long and thick as his wrist. Sara got up, the thick steel ring around her neck rattled against its chain as she rushed towards him. She jerked to a stop, mere inches away from him, her tongue stretching out to try and lick him. She coughed, blood flowing over her lips as it flowed heavily from under the steel collar. The wolf laughed, as he always did. He watched Sara fall back, chocking and gasping for air, the sharp studs on the inside of the collar glistening with blood. The wounds faded away, just as the memory of them did.

"Here, let me help you." He said as he took a few more steps closer. Sara hurriedly got to her knees and grabbed his shaft, stroking it as she sucked on the fleshy head. "That a girl." He laughed, gripping the back of her head as he forced his cock further down her throat. She chocked and gagged as her throat bulged around his cock. He moved slowly as he slid the thick slab of meat into her gullet, watching her chocking and fighting for air. After a few short thrusts he pulled out and unloaded a thick blast of hot, bitter spunk into her face and into her mouth. She fought to swallow and get her breath back at the same time, once she had she scraped as much of it off her face as she could, licking it off her fingers greedily. She looked up at him, begging him for more.

"Bend over." He told her coldly. Sara grudgingly complied, she hated this part, but she needed any sustenance she could get. Bending down in her knees she put her face in the dirt as he came up behind her, prodding at her sex. With a grunt of effort he pushed into her, forcing all the way down to her womb. Gripping her shoulders he pushed harder, making her scream weekly as he forced the opening of her womb open as his cock violated her core. He thrust sharply into her, never leaving her core. The outline if his cock could be seen though her fur as it thrust up to just under her ribs. With an evil grin he slammed into extra hard, his cock railing against her stomach. Sara clapped her hands over her mouth but it did little to help as the small contents of her stomach were emptied onto the dirt floor. "no." she moaned, bending to lap it up again, making the wolf laugh all the harder as he ideally fucked her tight snatch. Once she had gotten as much off the floor as she could he pulled out to just the head and gave a small squirt into her sex, pinching the rest off as he pulled out.

Sara lifted her leg, her flexible spine allowing her to bend to the task as sucking the small amount from her sex, meanwhile the wolf grabbed her by the tail and forced into her ass, letting the rest of his load go there. As Sara finished getting what she could from her sex she paused for a moment, crying to herself before bending to the task and placing her lips at her pucker, pushing as she sucked up when she could, having to stop from time to time as her stomach rolled and gurgled making her fight to keep her stomach's contents in place. She lay on the floor at his feet, holding her stomach as she groaned in pain. Her visitor turned to leave, as he did so all he had given her vanished, along with the memory that she had been fed at all. He paused for a moment to enjoy you groans as her stomach growled with hunger.

As he took another step to leave a resounding crack tore through the air like thunder, he could feel light upon his back, a foreign light that defiled his realm. Turning, he saw a rift in his world, and a lone intruder standing just outside of it.

"I know why you're here, and you're a fool!" he snarled. "You think you've come to save her, but it's her destiny, she will always be my pry, and you will always fail to stop me."

Sara tried to look up, the light blinded her, too long she had spent in darkness. The figure, a woman, stop next to her and knelt down "don't worry, your safe now, I've come to take you home at last." That voice, Sara knew that voice. She was scooped up in the woman's arms, she could see her face now, see the beautiful face she had missed for so many years and never known it. Tears rolled down Sara's cheeks "M... Mary?" Mary used her thumb to brush the tears away as she gave a small nod, tears were in her own eyes now. Mary looked up at the demon with them "its over, Bardrin!"

Mary took a step towards him, the clop of her hoof ringing like and anvil in his ears "you failed last time to protector her, and you will fail again!" Bardrin threw his hands forward, and from the darkness surrounding them summoned shackles and chains. The restraints seized Mary by the wrists and ankles, a thick iron color like the one binding Sara clamped around her neck. The chains pulled taunt, forcing her limps out to her sides. "This is my world, and here I am God!" with visible effort he focused on the rift; slowly the shadows moved in, growing deeper, and smothered the rift.

Sara hit the group with a yelp, "No!" she cried, grabbing the chain at Mary's ankle and tugging with all her strength. She looked up at Mary, but she didn't look afraid, she looked confident, even smug as she smirked back at Bardrin.

"You're the fool Bardrin," Mary said "you forgot one important fact."

Bardrin looked hesitant but still smug "oh, and just what might that be?"

The smirk on her face grew into a vicious grin "Last time I was alone and taken by surprise, this time I'm ready for you... and I brought friends too." Mary gave the chains a yank and shattered them like glass. Mary side stepped as a ball of fire shot past her straight at Bardrin, the burning orbs exploding on contacting and sent the dark wolf flying back. A green and orange blur followed the attack, and Bardrin got to his feet just in time to meet Dratine's claws as they tore through the right side of his face. Bardrin swung at the dragonet, which she ducked, and was rewarded with Arthur's sword plunging into his back and ripping through his side. With a howl of pain Bardrin broke away from the duo, putting some space between them as he gathered his power and healed his wounds. Black flame gathered around him, swirling and building into a giant column of destruction which he sent hurdling at their group.

Sara watched in astonishment as Bardrin was fought back, then an orange colored arm slipped under her's, a black one taking the other as they helped her to her feet "Not to worries Sara," Samantha told her "this time around you're not alone."

"That's right," Daniel added "and we won't let anything happen to you now." The two of the stepped around her, both crouching down in a sprinters stance as a faint glow grew around them. Daniel looked over to Samantha "Ladies first." He said, winking at her. Sam giggled, then took off like a bullet, looking like little more than an orange streak hurdling towards the fight, a black and white one right on its tail. As Sam slammed into the burning typhoon she tore a hole straight through it, stopping it in its tracks. Daniel burst through it a split second latter, blowing the maelstrom apart. Bardrin was obviously not expecting them as Samantha connected with his right shoulder like a cannon ball, an instant latter Daniel slammed into his gut, the two of them zipping away before he even knew what had hit him.

Bardrin fell to his knees, his hands pressed to his abdomen as he vomited up blood. He could see them wheeling around on him, coming back for another pass at him. Raising his paw he brought large spikes bursting from the ground in their path; both Daniel and Sam burst through the obstacle, only to wind up tumbling across the ground. Sam was out cold, Daniel stumbled to his feet, dazed and injured as he went to her side to see if she was alright.

"Bardrin!" Mary yelled "you look thirsty, have some milk!" gripping her utters she gave them a squeeze, squirts of milk shot out like missiles as they whistled towards their target. Bardrin threw up his arms to protect himself, managing to deflect some of the projectiles but still more tore through his body, leaving gaping holes in his flesh that oozed black blood and smoke. Bardrin dropped to a knee, letting out an unearthly howl, slamming the palm of his paw onto the ground; a trail of explosions tore across the ground towards Mary, showering her with shards of debris . Mary screamed as the sharp fragments cut her arms and legs, the force of the attack sending her sprawling.

"ENOUGH!" Bardrin yelled, his voice shuddering the ground as it boom with unholy force. As he stood the smoldering hole in his body began to glow a deep red and snake like objects started to squirm beneath his flesh. Arthur and Dratine began to charge him, Arthur raising his sword high while Dratine ignited it with her flame. Arthur leapt and brought his sword down at Bardrin, meaning to rend him in two in one swift blow. Just before his sword struck true the light emitting from the smoking holes vanished and in its place thick tentacles burst forth and struck Arthur, sending him flying backwards. The multitude of thrashing appendages turned their sights to Dratine, striking her with immense force and knocking her to the ground; another tentacle swung down from above and struck her again as she lay helpless. Dratine cried out in pain as she was crushed against the ground. Another powerful blow came down on to her, then another as Dratine sank further and further into the creator forming beneath her.

Arthur intercepted the next blow aimed at his love, slicing the vile serpent in half before it could connect with another blow. Another tentacle shot straight at him, but he was ready for it this time and brought his sword to block. The attack slammed against the flat of his sword but Arthur held his ground against it, the second tentacle which whipped around from his left he wasn't ready for, however. The thick body struck him from the side, sending him hurdling through the air and then crashing into the ground, leaving a trail ruined ground in his wake. As Arthur lay in the mound of destruction trying to regain his senses he could feel the slimy tentacle coiling around his waist; he felt himself being lifted into the air, bits of debris crumbling to the ground. With sudden ferocity he was being pulled back down, colliding with the ground a hail of crumbling stone. Arthur let out a cry laced with blood, only just able to get it out before he was forced against the unforgiving stone again.

Struggling to her feet, Mary groaned in pain as she readied herself for another attack. She made a quick to Sara to see she was alright, the weakened feline was dazed but was coming around. Gripping her utters she gave a fierce battle cry as she unleashed a lethal barrage of milk missiles at the mutated mongrel. The many tentacles protruding from Bardrin's body came together to form a wall before him, blocking her attack; after her attack had been defused the slithering wall then drove itself into the ground before bursting forth under her, the many squirming attackers coiling all around her as they crushed her in their powerful embrace. Mary screamed and struggled but their grip only tightened, crushing the very air from her lungs.

Bardrin laughed as his prey struggled and bled in his grasp, the insignificant creatures would serve as his toys for the rest of eternity for their insolence. As he pictured their future torment he saw the first example of his work struggle to her feet; the beaten and broken little cat wobbled as she stood, slowly stumbling towards him. "I bet you thought you were saved, well you were wrong my little chew toy; and now your friends will be able to enjoy your torment as you enjoy theirs."

With each step Sara's walk grew more stable "No Bardrin," she said with determination "it isn't me who is going to suffer, it's you." Her stride became steadier, her stance stronger "you may be strong, but you are nothing compared to your master." Bardrin's mocking smile withered as he watch her wounds heal, the dried blood and soil on her body evaporate "and you are nothing compared to us!" a bright golden glow began to emanate from her body, tanning her bleached fur a vibrant sun touched orange. Bardrin sent his slithering attackers at her, but they stopped just short of her, crashing against an invisible barrier as coils piled up from behind it. The brilliant glow spread outwards, dissolving the hellish spawns of his flesh as it touched them. Bardrin howled in pain, cringing back as fear suddenly replaced his smug demeanor.

"You thought I was weak, you even got me thinking it as well." Sara marched ever closer to the now cringing canine, and as she did she felt her friends as they come up behind her, lending her their own strength as well "I'm not weak Bardrin, you are! And now I'll show you just you just weak you really are." A hand came to rest on Sara's shoulder, she looked up to see a smiling Mary by her side. The ever powerful glow had grown into aura of piercing light radiating from her core. As she came to a halt just before the wolf he whimpered and cried out in pain as his fur began to smoke and smolder, begging her to stay away from him "now Bardrin," Sara said as she felt Mary's fingers intertwine into her's "its your turn to suffer." She lifted her hand towards him, focusing a beam of light to wash over him. Within moments under the awesome glow his fur caught fire, flesh scorching as a blood curdling howl of pain escaped his throat. The dancing flame engulfed him, burning yet not consuming as he sobbed and cried in pain, crumpling and writhing in pain at Sara's feet.

Sara felt momentary pity for him, very momentary; but that soon past as she turned and threw herself into Mary's arms, pouring all her love for her into a deep kiss that left her knees weak and her breath short "lets go home." She said into her shoulder as she held onto Mary's neck.