Tabula Rasa

by DocAlles

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Original Character, Other, Tragedy
Length: 5476

Questionable morals become even more convoluted in the Fall universe as one strives to do something he sees as good.

The world overrun and controlled by the Caribou, the resistance captured, and the status quo firmly established, one traveler hopes to do what little good he can. Unfortunatley, his idea of "good" can be rather shifty at times. Doubly so when the world's morals took a left turn many years ago. What's good for the goose isn't always good for the gander...

Author's Note: This story contains graphic violence, gore, slavery, and oddly not sex, altho it is alluded to on many occasions. In an effort to keep the story short, I've skipped a lot of descriptions and plot-building. As always, it's entirely self-edited so sorry about any mistakes you may find.

Second Note: One-off story to get me out of a writer's block and back in the swing of my longer story which is unrelated to the Fall universe, although in the same vein.

Published 2015-03-06 07:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-03-06 07:10:02 UTC

The Convert

The interior of the house was modest, but the den was quite lavish. Several overstuffed chairs surrounded a hearth, which crackled as the fire within it licked across the logs. Windows were covered in heavy curtains, which shut out the midday sun. Few art pieces hung on the walls, but even then there wasn’t much room around the bookshelves that lined the circumference of the room.

The fire cast a flickering light on the stone floor in front of it, and was the only source of light in the room. Back some feet from the fire, two stallions sat in one chair each, not quite facing each other, but instead facing towards the hearth. “I don’t understand what you do,” said one, “But I’ve been told on very good authority that you’re the best.”

The other lifted a glass to his lips with one smooth motion using his levitation magic, and took a gentle sip. “Why, it seems I have garnered some sort of reputation. To whom do I owe that to, Mister...?”

“My sources and I both would like to remain...confidential, shall we say.” The stallion shifted in his chair to look towards the other. “But rest assured that some very high ranking officials have taken notice of you. I have no doubt that should you retain such high standards and quick results that you will soon have very important guests.” He smiled, but could not be sure if his host smiled back in the dim glow of the room and inky blackness of his fur that covered him from head to toe. He paused, expecting an answer but received none.

Shifting again, he continued, “So in that vein I would like to contract your services. I have a particularly insolent cunt who refuses to be broken.”

Lifting the glass up again, the other paused before taking a sip to ask, “Is it her cunt you can’t break, or her mind, I wonder?”

His guest huffed. “You know what I mean. These worthless mares can’t be trusted with the simplest of tasks. And this one...she breaks everything she comes into contact with. She bites, so I beat her and knocked out a few of those teeth. She kicks, so I broke her legs. She spits, so before I go and have her mouth sewn shut I’ve come here to see what you can do with her.”

Again, there was a pause. In the near darkness, a long sip could be heard. “I can fix her.” Before the other could answer, he continued sharply, “But, I need to know what sort of shape she’s in now and how you’d like her to come out of here.”

The first stallion chuckled darkly. “Her legs are mostly mended, but approaching her from the rear is not nearly as dangerous as it used to be. She’ll still bite and spit. I’ve got her in a cage outside and will have her escorted in in chains as soon as you’re ready. I’m liable to beat that worthless whore to death if she keeps up her behavior one moment longer. You turn my worst black collar into a red that knows her place and I’ll consider it a job well done.”

Again, a pause. “I don’t settle for well done, I strive for excellence. Your mare will be returned to you in two days.”

The stallion’s eyes shot up. “Two days!? How could you possibly-”

“Two days,” he repeated. “But in order to do this for you, you must understand the costs.”

“Cost is not something I have a problem with.” A bag of gold coins fell to the floor between them, a few rolling across the dull grey of the stone, having been jettisoned from the bag upon landing.

Another pause, and another sip. The first stallion was becoming annoyed at his shadowy host, who merely chuckled in return, but with contempt in his voice. “No, the cost to the mare in question. There are some side effects to my process that you must understand. The most common and severe of which is near total, sustained, memory loss. She will not remember you, nor any part of her life before she came here. Likely she will not even remember me or how she was trained. But she will retain a great desire to serve her masters and of course, a love of their cocks.”

He paused to take another drink. “Are you sure you don’t want some? My very finest, I assure you.”

The other shook his head. “No. Honestly I don’t know why you can stomach such a foul brew. Where did you get that stuff, anyway?”

Another sip. “I made it. A very ancient recipe and technique I picked up in my travels. An acquired taste, I suppose. But back to your mare. While she will be quite obedient, it is absolutely imperative that she not be kept alone. As part of her training, she will pick up on subtle clues from red and purple collars around her. She needs to be kept in their company to reinforce her training. From what I’ve been told by previous clients that have come back with additional needs, my converts have often taken leadership roles in their households among the other mares.

“Ah, that reminds me - one last thing. Again, as a result of my training, these mares will be poorly suited to outdoor activities. They make fine servants and fucktoys, but don’t be parading them around town. You may of course transport them on a leash, as they will be well trained, but forcing them to be out and about away from their master’s home for long periods can be very detrimental.”

His guest scrunched up his face. “What good does it do if I can’t take her out? Why so many rules?”

His host took another long, slow sip from his glass, the liquid in which was nearly gone. “The finest silk is not meant for outdoor work, and as such, my finest work is meant to be enjoyed against your flesh, not squandered for your own ends. Treat her as you wish, but violate my warnings at your own risk.”

The first inhaled deeply, and exhaled. “So be it. Will my payment be acceptable?”

Without looking away from the fire, he replied, “That will do for now, but I expect the rest at time of pick-up. Your purse seems a little light. For now, I will call in my servant to prepare for your mare’s arrival. Please wait a moment.” He set down his glass and picked up a small silver bell from the table beside him. Giving it a shake, the bell’s trill sound came forth and within seconds, the door creaked open and a light green pegasus emerged.

She smiled softly. “You called, Master?”

He gestured to her to come closer. “Come in, pet, and meet our guest.”

As she walked into the room, the orange light touched upon her small frame, and her eyes glowed ember, as if stealing the light of the hearth and fueling a fire of their own. Her red collar glinted in the light, and her hips swayed back and forth with little effort, obviously accustomed to the movements. She walked to the feet of her master and bowed to him, not speaking.

Addressing his client, he remarked, “This is my live-in servant and very favorite toy.”

His guest smiled but soon it turned to a frown. “Her wings are uncovered!” He quickly slid out of the chair and to his feet. “She will get loose!”

Calmly, the host reached out and blocked him with a black fur-covered arm. “Ridiculous! I have taken very great care to break every bone in her wings and set them so they look pleasing, but retain no functionality. I personally find the wings of a pegasus to be quite sensual, and hiding such a beauty seems like a great waste.”

To accentuate his point, he reached down and picked up on of his servant’s wings with his magic and pulled it up. She winced and cried out in pain, and as he let go the tortured and useless appendage flopped back to the floor. “See? Quite harmless.”

The stallion again inhaled deeply. “You are a horse of many talents. If my black collar were a pegasus as well I might ask that you do the same. But alas, she is the most worthless of all; an earth pony.”

Retracting his arm, and picking up the bell again to sound it to the many dark hallways of his home, the black unicorn motioned to the door where another mare stepped forth. This one an earth pony, lavender in color with a fine white mane,. “Please, follow this one to the exit. Do not loiter, go to your caged mare and await me. I must get the training room ready as I was not expecting to take on new clients this week.”

As his guest left the room and heard the heavy door close behind him, he smiled and looked down to the mare who was still prostrated on the floor. “He’s gone. You can stand up.”

The green mare stood up quickly and easily picked her wing up off the floor. Stretching her wings about before folding them along her back, she returned his smile. “I like the story where you remove one of the bones better. What do you call that bone again?”

“Ulna.”

“Yes, that thing,” she replied. “The room is already set. Shall we go and retrieve our newest guest?”

He sighed, picking up his glass and draining the last bit. “In a moment.”

She looked at him curiously. “What is it? What is on your mind?” She walked up and nuzzled his chest affectionately. “We have time for a quickie if you want.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “The best thing about you is that you don’t have to pretend to be a slut. You’re one already.”

She licked at his chest playfully. “I’m your slut. So you don’t have to pretend to be my Master either.” She wiggled her butt back and forth as she spoke.

He gently pushed her head away. “I’m not really in the mood at the moment. What bothers me is the absolute, penetrating, sheer fucked up that this world has become. It’s starting to get at me. I’m beginning to think we need to go somewhere else.”

She cocked her head at her master. “Where would we go? The whole world is infected with this madness. Maybe for a change of pace we could go visit the already fucked up gryphons and see how even more fucked it has become, eh?”

He shook his head. “I used to think we were doing something good here. How much good can come of this?”

She smiled and started to walk toward the door, giving him a full and unobstructed view of her backside, lit by the glow of the fire. “Good is relative. What is good for them is not good for us. But what is good for us, at least in this case, turns out to be good for most. Come, your client will be waiting.”

He slipped out of his chair and followed her out the door, and back towards the entrance. “Wait inside,” he instructed her, and opened his front door to the piercing light of the sun.

Outside, his client had already removed his beaten, dirty, and yet still defiant black collar from her crude cage and had affixed metal shackles to her legs, preventing her from doing little else than shuffling forward.

“I dislike the sun as much as I dislike the sun’s former master,” he called out. “Bring her forward.”

The black collared mare shuffled forward, bucking as much as she could in her retrained position, her head kept low from the heavy chain that went her black collar to the leg shackles. A gag had been stuffed in her mouth, and her once-white coat had been sullied a sickly yellow from her punishments forcing her to wallow in her own excrement, as well as the unwashed blood from her beatings.

She hobbled, obviously limping from the aforementioned beatings and broken legs, and as she crossed into the threshold of the house. Her new master leaned out and reminded his client, “Two days. However, as it is late in the day, come pick her up the morning after the second day, and bring the rest of your payment.” Without waiting for an answer, he shut the door firmly behind him and bolted it shut.

He pushed the mare down the hallway. “Come on, we need to get you inspected and cleaned up.”

She resisted as much as she was able but having been forced to stand for the last several hours in the hot sun she could not put forth enough effort to overcome him. She spat obscenities around her gag as she was pushed down ramps near the back of the house and into a series of caves located underneath the ground.

She looked around as she was both pushed and dragged forward, noting that many mares had appeared along the way to guide her toward a stockade in the center of the room. It was built of sturdy oak and iron, and she was positioned into it, her shackles attached firmly allowing her almost no movement. Her head was placed in the stocks, and bolted down on either end, facing her captor.

The black stallion lit several magical lamps around him, casting the smooth stone of the cave in a greenish-white glow. Stepping forward carefully, he removed the gag from her mouth and dropped it to the floor.

The filthy mare spit in his face as he backed up. “You fuck! You’re the seventh one to try and break me! You’re going to have to kill me to break me!”

The stallion reached up and wiped the spit from the fur around his face. “I know that,” he told her solemnly. A tear formed in the corner of his eyes and he wiped that away, too.

“Oh, gonna pull that ‘I’m a good guy so you can trust me’ bullshit, are you?” The white mare struggled at her restraints with renewed vigor but could not so much as rattle the massive stockade which held her fast. “The third one tried that. When I didn’t buy it he stuffed my ass till it ripped and returned me, bleeding and still unbroken, to that dickless fuck who asks me to call him ‘master’!”

He sighed. “What is your name?”

“Fuck you is my name!” she spat, hitting him with spittle. “Go get your toys and your potions and see how much you can stuff in me! Go ahead, you brainless, dickless, coward!”

He continued to look into her hazel eyes, which sparkled with the fire of a creature who could not be tamed. “You misconstrue my intentions, but for that I do not blame you. Please. What is your name?” He cocked his head to the side.

She spat at him again, missing this time. “I told you once, shit-for-brains, its ‘Go Fuck Yourself’, but in your case I’m thinking your slaves have bigger dicks than you. You look like you’d enjoy a fat cock busting a nut deep up in your ass.”

He sighed again and looked down. Looking back into her eyes, he said softly, “While I have no love for the deposed rulers, I have even less for the caribou. Everyone here has a name. What is yours?”

The white mare was taken aback for a moment, and stuttered, “It..its Morning Song.” She silently cursed herself for giving up any information and quickly regained her steely composure.

The stallion in front of her thought for a moment. “Morning Song? Do you have a relative named Soft Song?”

Morning Song lost her composure again. “You fuck! what have you done with her!?”

The stallion shook his head. “Nothing. I met her once a long time ago in passing. You look alike, if memory serves. Morning,” he paused, and took a step forward, “I am here to help, much as you think I am not. I offer you freedom, but it comes with a price. As does everything in life. First, we need to have a look at you.” He motioned to the lavender mare from earlier to step forward. “Pyri, please have a look at her.”

Pyri stepped forward as her master stepped back. She looked at Morning Song with soft eyes. “I won’t hurt you,” she assured her. Stepping around the back, Pyri inspected Morning closely, reaching out a hoof to run lightly over her fur, feeling the contours of her body, but purposefully avoiding her backside. She ran her hoof over and through her hair, and coming back to the front, looked deeply in her eyes. “You were beautiful once,” Pyri said with remorse in her voice. “We can make you beautiful again. What has been done to you is inexcusable. You are more deserving of life than any of the monsters who did this.”

Pyri backed away with a tear in her eye as the stallion stepped forward again. He reached out with his magic and broke the black collar from around her neck, and tossing it to the side, revealed red and bruised skin from past abuses. “You must understand,” he told her, “That you are not the first. You are actually the eighteenth. The seventeen who have come before me have all gained freedom from his terrible existence. All of them but two went peacefully.”

Morning Song was taken aback. “You...you do mean to kill me! But...I was told you converted mares!”

He turned around, pacing a bit as he talked to her. “I do both. What I offer is the chance to go on your own terms. I will let you out of there, but any attempt to escape and you’ll be right back in it. Understood?”

Morning nodded. She was so tired of fighting, of the abuse and the constant rape, she was willing to see if he was really telling the truth. His demeanor was so different from anything she had seen since the Fall, and it reminded her of the time before. So she continued to nod.

He gently, slowly, removed the shackles around her legs and let her head go from the wooden stockade. Morning Song stumbled a bit, and fell into the arms of the lavender mare who had moved behind her. “Careful,” Pyri said, helping her back to her feet.

“Come this way, please.” He motioned to Morning, who slowly, carefully followed him to a door oddly fit into a wall. “This is your room. You may use it for the next 24 hours to do what you wish.” He pushed the door open to reveal a luxurious suite, larger than the house Morning had before the Fall and better appointed than any place she had ever visited.

Magical lamps hung all around the walls, which had not been covered but instead polished to a shine that reflected the light onto the supple carpet that lined most of the floor. Walking inside, she looked around, and to her right beheld a large pantry with fresh fruit set on a table, and many bottles of what she recognized as hard cider lined against the wall.

The far side of the room had a small sliding partition, beyond which she could see an oversized tub and various salves and oils in bottles. A large bed that looked as thick as she stood tall sat beyond another partition. Morning Song sighed deeply, taking in the fresh scents. “I get to use this?”

Pyri moved up alongside her. “Yes. Back by the door is a bell. If you wish to have anything not provided, anything you could desire, ring the bell and ask for it. We can almost always accomodate.”

Morning Song stopped in the middle of the room as a thought occurred to her that made her blood run cold. “Is this also the room that the seventeen other used? What...what did they do?”

The stallion closed the door with a soft click, turning her attention to him. “They all asked for something different. I remember the first one took a bath and then slept almost the whole day away. She seemed very happy by the end.”

“I always liked the way that one mare did it,” Pyri interjected, “By asking for all those bottles of cider and pills. She got so smashed! She took the pills and then just...fell asleep.” Pyri smiled sadly. “She was fun.” Pyri paused again and sniffled once. “I miss Ocellus.”

Morning Song, lost in the extravagance of it all, asked with genuine concern, “Why? Who’s Ocellus?”

The black stallion stepped closer. “Ocellus is Pyri’s sister. She’s gone into the world to take her place. Just as Pyri will go to take yours.”

Morning Song stepped back from the both of them. “How…? How would you…?” She paused as the realization dawned on her. Before her eyes, the lavender of Pyri’s coat lightened to match the white of her own and her eyes flashed green before settling into a familiar hazel. Pyri’s horn disappeared as she completed her transformation into Morning’s duplicate.

Morning stumbled backwards. “You...you’re changelings!” She fell to the floor and continued to scoot backwards.

Pyri took a step forward to Morning, who covered her face with her hooves. “Stay back!”

“Morning, we’re doing this for the good of all who have been harmed,” Pyri protested. “I’ve voluntarily chosen to take your place and suffer the abuse in order to work towards a longer goal.”

Morning peeked from around her hooves. “What would you have to gain?”

The stallion, who had not moved, said, “We require love to stay alive. Reds and especially purples exude it in copious amounts. Given enough time, changelings like Pyri and Ocellus will thrive in that environment. And you won’t have to suffer for someone else’s enjoyment. I see it as a win-win, although I do not enjoy this way of doing things. But it is all that I have within my power. Please…?”

Morning lowered her hooves. “What happens after 24 hours?” she asked dejectedly.

“One of us will come back to check on you,” he replied. If you have not chosen your way to go, then we will choose for you. It has only happened twice. It was painful for everyone involved. Do not choose that path.” He stepped backward, towards the door. “Do as you please, but I recommend a bath. You will feel much better. Everyone does.”

He continued to move backward until he was at the door. “If you need anything, ring the bell.” He opened the door slowly. “Come Pyri, leave Morning alone.”

Pyri stepped backward but Morning reached out a hoof to her. “No...please stay. Will you keep me company?”

Pyri smiled and stepped forward and helped Morning to her feet. They smiled and Morning embraced her in a hug.

As the stallion left the room, he could hear Morning start to cry as she sobbed “thank you” over and over.

After closing the door, he turned to face his other ‘mares’. “Just like always,” he said. Keep watch over Morning and your sisters. Call me if any problems.”

His green-coated servant stepped forth. “About that. We have a problem upstairs.”

He furrowed his brow. “What is it?”

She frowned. “One of your past clients has come back with Pomi in tow. Says he wants a refund as she’s infertile.”

He pushed past her on his way upstairs. “No shit she’s infertile, she’s a different species.” He turned momentarily. “You all stay down here. I’ll deal with this idiot.” He swung around angrily and marched back to ground level. He walked back to his den, and swung the door open, not bothering to use his magic.

True to her word, he indeed had a visitor. On the floor below him, Pomi was hunched low to the floor. She kept her eyes on the floor, but without even needing to see her face he knew that she had recently been beaten. He turned to face her owner, a chocolate brown earth pony. “What is the meaning of this?”

His guest feigned surprise. “Oh, had you not been informed? This worthless bitch I paid you good money for can’t bear my any foals. And what fucking good does that do me, eh? Well behaved she is, as you promised, but I was hoping to breed a litter of obidient fucktoys. And this sorry cunt-” he yanked had on her leash, causing Pomi to bangs her head against the chair, “Is fucking barren. A broken bitch is what I wanted. But this one you broke too much. I consider our agreement to be null and have to collect what’s rightfully mine.”

The black stallion huffed. “Money. Is that all you care about?”

“Shut the fuck up. You make a very lucrative living doing what you do. If you aren’t motivated by money then I’ll suck dicks for the rest of my life.” He yanked the leash upwards as he stood up. Pomi choked at the sudden movement, struggling to stand up fast enough. “Or I can go and tell the world that your ‘services’ aren’t what they’re cracked up to be. Maybe get an inspection team down here to see just what you’ve done to her, hmm?”

“Oh!” The changeling threw up an arm. “So what’s gonna make you feel better? Just money? You wanna throw that bitch in the fire too and stand around jerking each other off while we watch her writhe in pain? That the kind of shit that gets you off?”

“Fuck you,” the equine spat back at him. “Give me my money back and I won’t make you eat your own dick after I rip it off you.”

The changeling, still disguised as a black unicorn stallion, merely shrugged. He smiled a bit, and said evilly, “I’m going to have some fun with you. Let’s get you downstairs. Pomi?”

Before the brown stallion could even utter a confused word, Pomi rose up from the floor behind him and reared her hind legs back, bucking hard into his testicles. He screamed in pain but was mostly silenced as his host’s hoof came hard across his face, blurring his vision.

He hit the floor in a heap. As he struggled to get back up, Pomi bucked again into his backside, sending a searing bolt of pain from his spine to his feet. He twitched involuntarily.

The unicorn motioned to Pomi. “Lets get him downstairs. Did you two come alone?”

Pomi nodded, and helped carry the heavy weight of her former master back to her former home underneath the ground. “Its good to be back, at least for a few minutes,” she said.

“While I’d love a chance to talk and hear about how you’ve been doing, we have a convert in the room and not much time to get you ready.” They moved into the open cave with the stockade. “Put him in here for now.”

His changeling ‘mares’ appeared from seemingly nowhere to help lock the limp but still breathing body of the brown stallion into place. Pomi bent and picked up the black collar that was still on the floor. She turned it over in her hoof. “You weren’t kidding. You haven’t even cleaned up yet.”

“Pomi,” he said, “Are you going to be ready for this? Its much sooner than we expected. Do you know his affairs well enough?”

Pomi smiled. “I’m ready, Father. But maybe I’ll take a few minutes to...practice?”

He frowned. “I will leave him in your hands, but as soon as you’ve finished, see me on your way out. I’ll get a sum of gold bits to give you to help your story.” He motioned to the others. “When you’re done, pack him in a pod and throw it into the pit with the others. Clean up, and continue your duties.”

As he started to walk away, he called back, “Roddi, come with me and give me a bit of...company?”

His green-coated servant bounced happily up to him. “You say you dislike seeing these things,” she teased slyly, “But I see how excited it makes you. And I enjoy what your excitement does for me.” She placed a kiss on his neck as they walked.

“Shut up Roddi. I keep you around for your cunt, not your mouth,” he replied sharply, biting at her.

“Ooooh, this is gonna be a good one! I love it when you act all nasty on me!” She bounded ahead of him to be on the bed and ready by the time he caught up.

Below, a bucket of cold water fell on the chained and battered brown stallion. He mumbled as he regained consciousness, rolling his head around.

“Wake up, Master,” Pomi called to him cynically. “I have a present for you! Its a lovely black collar, just how you like ‘em. Struggling and gasping as you make them choke on your cock.” Pomi used the magic from her still-hidden horn to affix the black collar around his neck. It was far too tight, but she made it fit, allowing him barely enough room to breathe. She poked his nose. “When they suffocate they clench down on dicks extra hard. You taught me that.”

The stallion gasped for air, looking around wildly as he was surrounded by many mares, all of which retained their horns and wings. Standing center and closest to him, was his returned slave. Her coat appeared to cast a greenish glow that seemed to come from underneath her fur. “What...what…” he gasped, unable to complete a sentence.

Pomi smiled as she brought up a heavy chain and attached it the collar. “What’s happening, is you’re going to die,” she said, without a trace of remorse in her voice. She threw the heavy chain over his head and back behind him. “Someone go hold onto that so he can’t thrash about too much.”

Two mares disappeared from his vision and his head was yanked back, banging against the wood of the stockade and causing him to see spots. Pomi appeared just inside his field of vision, holding something.

“I would so like to torture you for a while, but you have an appointment later this evening to meet with a seller, who promised some extra horny purples for you to look at. Or, for me to look at.” Pomi stepped forward and jammed the jagged piece of stone she had retrieved from a corner into the soft flesh of his neck.

Blood spilled forth as he gurgled, his windpipe cut, and warm fluid spilling into his lungs. Pomi yanked hard to the side, opening the wound and allowing his blood to spill down her arm and onto the floor. Pomi cackled as his eyes rolled back and the puddle of bright red blood expanded on the floor. She pulled her arm away, covered in the gore of the brutal execution.

She walked backwards turned to her sisters. “It was good to see all of you again,” she told them. “Its not hard to survive up there. And one day, perhaps I will see you again.” She turned away, her hooves leaving bloody prints as she walked. Her fur shimmered, and a magical coat fell to the floor, carrying the blood with it, only to be replaced by a rich brown coat by the time she reached the top of the stairs.

Her father was there to greet her. “I hope,” he said, “That you won’t think ill of me that I had one mare that did not meet your expectations. I will remember to add ‘infertile’ to the list of possible side effects in the future. Here is your payment.” He handed Pomi the satchel from earlier, minus a few coins to pay for recent expenses.

Pomi snatched it from him and hung the purse around her neck. “Next time,” she growled in a distinctively male voice, “I might not be so kind. You watch your back.” Pomi stormed out the front doors and away to her home.

He smiled as she left, bolting the door shut with his magic. He walked back to his own personal chambers where Roddi lay on the bed, still in her green pegasus disguise. “You want me to leave this on, Master?” she inquired of him.

He climbed on the bed, letting his natural form come forth, the rough skin appearing as fur melted away and his long canines coming into view. He climbed over her form, and smiled lustfully. “Yes, and do your best to pretend you don’t want it, whore.”