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A Tragedy Unfolds (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Hah, yeah, she doubted Jocelyn would fall for her as well, but as much as she was trying to be playful saying it, part of her didn't find the prospect impossible, mostly because part of her worried how deep her attraction for the other alpha seemed to be. She found herself not only fantasizing about the sex, and even the submission, but about how strong Jocelyn was, how intelligent... Charming. It was infuriating but it was true, and she wasn't so bad herself. Take away the horrible social skills and self-destructive and even self-loathing tendencies and she was quite impressive. Talented athlete with an incredible body, charming and witty, intelligent, powerful, cute in an odd stubborn sort of way. She wasn't perfect but take away the family resentment and history and it sounded impossible that it wouldn't happen. Perhaps it was fortunate they had such a dreadful history and so much hatred between their families, it made the incredible sex easier to keep separate.

"Don't act like you don't like loud-mouthed and stubborn." She grinned, looking in to Jocelyn's eyes, "It's not difficult to see you like a challenge." She shouldn't have said that, Michelle found herself working far too hard to convince Jocelyn of something that didn't matter, and she could only be thankful for the change of topics, even if she found herself shivering and chewing on her lip at the prospect of being bent over and fucked by her own strap on. It didn't get much more humiliating than that, and she wasn't hiding her curiosity about the magic well at all. She wasn't sure whether the temptation was worth it though, not only because it would be flat out admitting she wanted to be fucked, as an optional addition, but pitifully, because she didn't want to wait to be taken right there. She was so fucking screwed, a whole day was a long time to be under Jocelyn's thumb, she was going to end up doing something she couldn't take back... Like begging. Fuck.

Lesser than begging, but still humiliating was a soft whimper as fingers teased her tight little hole. She had to remind herself of her pride when she thought about the match, about how she had wanted her hair pulled and for the other wolf to claim her, the submissive thoughts of a beta having weakened her in the final moments. She wouldn't though! Instead she said something nearly as damning. "I'll get you the strap on..." It was almost a whimper, a cute little squeak from the usually powerful wolf, and she found herself looking away, ashamed despite the excitement, and knowing that she was going to see an unpleasant look of satisfaction if she looked over to Jocelyn... It was a hard pill to swallow, but matches or not, win or lose, Jocelyn Marrok was about to be the first woman to ever fuck her with a strap on. She had been fingered, licked, toyed, but always maintained control. Even if she retained her victory or pride in public, in private she was quickly becoming the youngest Marrok's bitch... And she couldn't shake the desire for just that.
 
It was true that Jocelyn loved a challenge, she had given her mothers quite the headache growing up because she had taken up the challenge of trying to climb anything and everything she could...like to the top of grandma's china cabinet at age 5. Even now she pushed herself at school with a tough course load full of APs and advanced electives, played sports that were high in contact and hard on the body, even here at Parekura she had signed up for the most difficult events. When she wasn't challenged the world seemed dreadfully boring and a bored Jocelyn was a depressed Jocelyn.

"I knew you would see things my way." Jocelyn was all smiles, looking entirely too pleased with herself as Michelle caved. "Though I don't know if it's because you're curious about what I'm going to do or if it's because you're a slut." The word 'slut' was punctuated by two slender digits ramming inside of the entrance she had been teasing. A few more firm pumps were given before she withdrew from Michelle's quivering channel. "Hopefully that'll get you moving faster. Now go run along and get your toy. I've gotta go grab something. Meet back here in a few minutes?" Her question was more of an order than anything else.

As much as it pained Jocelyn to move away from Michelle's delicious body, she knew that they could have a lot more fun if they took care of a few things first. Thankfully when Jocelyn went back to her mothers' tent no one was around. The young girl had a bit of magical ability but making a plastic dildo come to life was pretty complicated, it was much easier to just steal one of Arlann's already made potions.
 
Michelle tried not to look but she could feel the smug satisfaction, that overcoming the challenge, making her say that, had been so very fun for Jocelyn. Fuck, she really did feel like a slut, moaning and leaning against Jocelyn as her body was assaulted by strong digits, forcing their way up inside her tight hole and making Michelle's legs wobble ever so slightly. Slut didn't quite fit, she was, but never for bottoming, she was never the submissive. Jocelyn as the only one who had dared try and subdue her, and won. Plus she was so damn curious it was had not to blurt out questions about what the magic was going to do to her. Michelle had never really been one to hate mages, if anything she was envious. She had seen Arlann fight, heard about her potions, she was incredible, and it mage her all the more eager to run back to her tent like a good, obedient dog, and get her strap on. It didn't take any convincing.

"Yes..." She moaned so very tempted not to let Jocelyn go as fingers lingered on the woman. She knew what came next though and she rushed back to her tent, avoiding every person she could in fear they would smell the stench of sexual arousal, which would only draw questions or someone else trying to attack her. Luckily her father was off somewhere drinking, and her mom was probably being a slutty whore in some guys tent. It made her sick just to think about it and part of her grew far too irritated at the thought, truly wishing she looked less like her mother. It didn't stop her from grabbing her strap on and a pair of clothes for after... Though she was probably going to need a long bath in the lake to wash away Jocelyn's scent. Jocelyn, it was hard to believe, but even as she had the chance to change her mind, she didn't. Shameful or not Michelle was very aware of what she wanted, and she took her stuff and ran off, heading right back to Jocelyn like an obedient puppy.

She made it back a bit before Jocelyn and took the moment to slump down against a tree, laying her things on a clean looking patch of grass next to herself, outfit and strap on both. It was a great strap too, the harness was sturdy and perfect for rough play, which had always been a favorite of Michelle's, though using it had been her role in the past. It was red, big, and as Michelle looked over at it she found herself a bit nervous underneath the more obvious excitement about having Jocelyn take her. Fuck... She was so tempted to masturbate. She needed it so damn bad and as images of Jocelyn behind her filled her head, the alpha lowered her hand, unable to stop herself from giving slow, teasing rubs to her glistening slit, a small gasp escaping her lips as she spread her legs and relaxed.
 
What if she doesn’t come back? It seemed like something that Michelle would do, stand her up just to spite her. For a moment a wave of fear nearly overtook her, nervousness almost stopping her in her tracks and making her turn back. No…no…she seemed far too excited to back out. Jocelyn shook off her misgivings and pushed onward, narrowly missing a few of Michelle’s bitchy friends by ducking behind some tents and having to wait for them to pass. Thank God nearly every sleeping area wreaked of sex, it was hard to pick out her own arousal unless someone knew exactly what they were sniffing for.

As she neared the place where her and Michelle had left only moments ago, she caught the scent of the other girl’s mouthwatering arousal, fresh and strong, Michelle –must- be there. Once she slipped past a few trees and bushes, blue eyes fell upon a gorgeous, naughty creature with legs splayed and fingers working on her soaking slit. It took her a moment to stop staring and remember her words…and that she was supposed to be the dominant one here. “You’re not going to last long at all if you give yourself a headstart.” She took a few steps closer and then got down onto her knees between Michelle’s legs, setting down the potion next to the other girl and then taking hold of her muscular thighs to steady herself as she leaned forward and captured the reclining girl’s lips. A little bite was given to Michelle’s bottom lip, just a small reprimand for getting started already.

“Nice strap on…kinda big though, don’t you think?” Jocelyn had finally caught the strip of red that was the huge dildo. She supposed it made sense though, a giant cock to match Michelle’s giant ego…well that and the other girl was so tall, it was probably a little more in proportion to her body than it would be for Jocelyn’s. Oh she was going to have so much fun wearing this thing.

Jocelyn let Michelle continue to play with herself while she got busy grabbing the harness and slipping it on with the grace that only a person who frequently used such a toy had. Once all the straps were tightened and the base of the toy was fitted perfectly against her clit, she bent over to grab the potion and uncork the bottle. A few gulps and the contents were gone, the changes in her body nearly instant as the bottled magic began to flow through her. She wrapped her hand around her cock, giving the thick shaft a few pumps just to test out the sensitivity, a groan falling from her lips as the sensation ran down the length of the toy and lit up her nerves. “Mmm…good, it works.” Jocelyn grinned, unable to pass up taking advantage of their current position: her standing and Jocelyn still sitting with her legs open. She took a half step closer, enough so that the toy bobbed infront of Michelle’s face.

“Open up.” Jocelyn thought that the best way to show Michelle what the potion had done was by having her suck her off. So she guided the tip of toy to the other girl’s mouth. While it still looked like a piece of plastic, it was now warm and tasted like flesh rather than silicone. The tip of the toy was beaded with Jocelyn’s arousal, giving Michelle the delicate taste of feminine cum as the tip of the toy slid past her lips and Jocelyn gave a throaty groan of delight.
 
Starting on her own had been foolish but Jocelyn had a way of making Michelle a fool, of turning her on to a stupid extent and causing the hatred and pride to wash slowly away. The thought that played in her head over and over came up again, and Michelle knew she was in deep fucking trouble. It wasn't okay for her to be so eager to be taken by another. In werewolf society rules and position meant a lot, and her father's vendetta aside she was well aware of what actively submitting meant as an alpha. Her bestial desires were stronger than all else, the inner animal being the one thing stronger than the teaching driven in to them from birth. Her inner beast wanted Jocelyn, it appreciated her out of the context of all the bullshit politics and undue hatred. So when she turned and saw the woman she found her eyes softening and a small whimper escaping her throat, that desire to be claimed only growing especially as lips pressed to her in a sensual kiss that had her melting, reciprocating a little too eagerly.

"Yeah..." She looked over at the dildo and found herself stuck on the word 'big'. For her she loved the power, being buried inside a submissive girl, spreading her with the big toy... But for her, for her first time, it was a bit frightening. So she found herself looking back to Jocelyn as she started putting it on with ease and gulping. "Hey... I'm not exactly accustomed to being on this end... Well, ever, and I need to be walking straight when we leave." She didn't explicitly ask for Jocelyn to be gentle, and gentle wasn't needed, but she was hoping the other alpha would get the idea and at the very least not be too rough. Then again, she was Jocelyn's for the entire day, if that was what the other wolf wanted to do, Michelle wouldn't go back on her word. Her pride could take the hit on giving in to her desires, but going back on her word was an entirely different matter, at least to her. Michelle had always been rather open-minded about sex, and while giving up power made her stomach turn, the pleasure was making it relatively easy to indulge herself.

At least it had been, that was until she watched Jocelyn start stroking the cock and moaning. It didn't take but a moment for Michelle to realize what happened and as she was ordered to open up she found herself more surprised than she had expected. She had heard of Arlann's magic, most people had, but this was not what she had expected. She wasn't exactly sure what she had been anticipating, but it wasn't this. Still, curiosity got the best of her and as the toy was pushed up against her lips she let them spread, letting the length instantly the smell and taste of arousal overwhelming her, and if that wasn't enough the taste was more shocking than all the rest. To a lesbian like Michelle who had never had her straight experience, it was so very new. Jocelyn's groan was enough to make the alpha continue, slowly licking and sucking as her head moved back and forth, an awkward hesitance driving her, but she was giving it a shot. If she had to suck a cock it might as well be a gorgeous woman's.
 
Jocelyn –hated- giving blowjobs. She would rather play her mother’s assistant (which she had done during one week while Sammie had gone on vacation…it had been the worst week of her life) than get down on her knees in front of a male. It was just so…gross. Their taste was overpowering, their scent was overpowering, they always tried to do dumb shit like grab her by the head far too hard. She’d slept with men before and while it wasn’t entirely unpleasant all the time, there were definitely some drawbacks. But all those shortcomings were solved with her mage mother’s magic. She could have that heterosexual connection without having the hetero part in there. Lesbian sex suffered from the impersonality of a lifeless dildo but with a little potion that no longer became an issue.

Receiving blowjobs though, that was another matter entirely. She loved the heady sense of power she got whenever she looked down and saw a beautifully submissive woman peering back up at her. Even when she didn’t have a potion that lit up her entire body with pleasure, just the mental rush she experienced was sometimes enough to make her cum. “First time, huh?” Jocelyn’s voice was light and teasing as she noticed Michelle’s hesitation. “I’ll warn you if I’m about to cum, alright? So stop being a wuss and suck my cock like you mean it.” Maybe if Michelle wasn’t a pain in her ass 90% of the time, she’d go nice and easy on her. But as it was, Jocelyn couldn’t resist threading her fingers in the girl’s hair and urging her head down further on the cock while thrusting her hips forward just a touch, forcing Michelle to take more of her into her mouth. She was careful not to gag her, the last thing she wanted was a choking and sputtering lover, but she was definitely trying to push Michelle’s limits.

“Mmm…fuck…that’s my good bitch.” Jocelyn purred out her praise as Michelle seemed to get a little more into sucking her off. It wasn’t long before her cock was aching, the thick shaft throbbing between Michelle’s lips, but as tempting as it was to release, Jocelyn had this urge that kept clawing at the base of her skull. She wanted to cum inside of Michelle’s pussy, mark her, claim her. And the more and more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it. Soon the urge blossomed into a full fledged need, one that could not be ignored or delayed any longer.

With eyes flicking gold and a loud, frustrated snarl, she hauled Michelle up off her knees, immediately missing the feeling of a warm wet mouth wrapped around her. Vaguely she could recall the other girl saying something about going easy on her earlier, but Jocelyn couldn’t. She was so close to orgasm that by the time she lined up the head of her member to Michelle’s entrance, she came at just the feeling of warm wet silk pressed against her. She forced herself inside, needing to be buried deeper, her wolf not wanting to waste a single drop more by spilling her arousal outside of Michelle’s folds. “So tight…” Jocelyn hissed between clenched teeth as she tried not to scream as a hot wet pussy enveloped her.
 
Michelle felt like she was going insane. Jocelyn shouldn't have been able to turn her on and make her nervous at the same time. That was how she felt though, like some prey at the mercy of a predator. She had revealed her inexperience as a bottom, done her best to retain some dignity while still asking for consideration, and all she got for that was a woman looking down on her hungrily, like it was all amusing. Perhaps it was, she had tormented Jocelyn plenty and expecting kindness was ridiculous... And for some fucking reason she found herself turned on by the thought of getting pulled hair instead of reassuring touches, and rough thrusts instead of gentle movements. Even as she was told to suck like she maent it she couldn't hide the excitement of being treated in such a way, even if it came with a bit of fury at being treated so. Yet... She had a feeling the desire was slowly going to edge out the negative feelings... That if she let this thing, whatever it was, with Jocelyn continue that she would only find herself hungry for more as it went on.

Even as she found herself struggling not to gag she was turned on, almost thrilled at being treated in a way she would wholeheartedly oppose if asked... But how long would that even last? Each time she was called a bitch, spoken to like property, each time she found herself more and more okay with it, as long as it came with the pleasure she so needed. Not that it stopped her from looking up with a glaring expression, enjoy it or not her disposition was one that craved conflict nearly as much as pleasure, and the resist look in her eye only served to make her increasingly serious blowjob seem all the more pathetic. She was truly full of contradictions. That was Michelle though, not perfect by any means. A talented athlete who avoided the spotlight, intelligent but ashamed of it and often acting less intelligent on purpose, gorgeous and charming and yet constantly avoiding anything serious. Even cutting herself was a contradiction. She acted so together and confident, outwardly cocky and boastful, nonchalant even, and yet she felt the need to hurt herself, loathed herself and her family, and to hide it all away from anyone who could help. Even her friends weren't really her friends, not most of them.

The only thing real and honest seemed to be the pleasure, that she couldn't fake... Well she could, but not when Jocelyn was in control, it was too damn good. Well... It had been. "W-Wait!" She tried to push away when she realized was what happening but it was too late, Jocelyn had picked her up and thrust inside of her, burying the entirety of the big dildo inside of her, stretching her incredibly tight slit and immediately filling her... Marking her. She was so surprised by the sudden nature of it she couldn't even be angry and instead leaned forward, biting down hard on Jocelyn's shoulder, and crying out into it, whimpering as a few tears rolled down her cheek. It hurt like hell, and it was definitely a different type of pain than that she would get from a fight, it nearly took her breath away. Damn strapon... It was too fucking big.

When it had been long enough that the pain was dulled, though still aching and throbbing, she released her teeth and leaned just far enough back to look Jocelyn in the eye, a few tear remnants still on her cheek and once again she almost looked cute... Aside from the fury in her eyes. "What in the fuck!" She growled, voice trembling slightly. "Does the god damned potion turn your brain into a male brain? Because 'so tight' is not a fucking warning... You don't shove a gigantic cock inside a near god damned virgin... And you don't just cum inside people." She last one was whispered, like just saying it aloud made her cringe, even if her wolf was begging to be claimed further, the rational side of Michelle was going to win that single argument, even if despite it all she was still incredible horny and in need.
 
Another gush of wetness pulsed from the tip of her cock as teeth sank into her shoulder. Michelle was marking her…and it was turning her on even more than it should of. The young wolf was totally lost to her baser urges and was so out of it that she couldn’t even manage a few thrusts into Michelle’s achingly tight slit. Thrusting meant that she would have to move back, that she wouldn’t be able to claim the girl as deeply as she wanted to. Jocelyn came out of her lusty haze as Michelle began to scold her, those glazed over eyes finally clearing and looking over to her lover with a mix of fear and horror that she had actually hurt the other alpha to the point where she had teared up.

“No! I mean, kinda, maybe- I just- It’s fucking difficult to control!” Jocelyn was blushing furiously, embarrassed that she had cum so soon and had lost control. “And it’s not my fault the dildo is fucking giant.” The smaller wolf said defensively. “Plus, you know, it’s not like you’re going to get pregnant. It’s not that kind of potion…” She knew that the real problem was the fact that she had basically claimed Michelle in a way that couldn’t be washed off or covered up. While no one would know who had been fucking her, the fact remained that Jocelyn’s scent would cling to her for the next day. Not like that was the worst thing…truth be told, she didn’t want anyone else fucking Michelle while at Parekura, just the thought of another wolf claiming what she had first made her stomach twist in uncomfortable knots.

Jocelyn sighed and reached up to gently wipe away the few streaks that were staining Michelle’s cheeks. Then she kissed the other girl lightly on the tip of her nose, her hands starting to rub soothing circles over her hips. “Didn’t mean to hurt you…you just feel so good wrapped around me…” Jocelyn rocked her hips upwards, picking up a slow, grinding motion as she tried to fix Michelle’s bad mood with some pleasure.
 
Jocelyn was an intelligent, witty, pain in the ass, and yet all she could say was 'It's fucking difficult to control'. That had to be a fucking joke... Even if she looked absolutely adorable blushing like mad, which was just about as strange a look for her as Michelle's teary eyes and pouting lips. For once neither or them looked truly mad or hateful, which only made it worse when the dildo was brought up at a source of blame. Yet she didn't yell again, it was hard to when she felt so relieved to know she had no chance of getting pregnant. No matter how disappointed her wolf was about not being knocked up by a strong alpha, there was no chance in hell her primal desires would win out on that front... Michelle didn't even want kids, much less to be knocked up doing something foolish with her family's enemy. Guh, she could see that awkward dinner now. Actually, chances are her dad would just throw her out and never speak to her again. Those worries were washed away with the comforting news.

"Yeah... Well that's something at least." She spoke calmly and took a long, deep breath, crinkling her nose at the odd feeling of warmth she felt from the uncharacteristic affection. That wasn't how their little relationship worked... Well, not that it had any damn rules at that point, it was more or less just her being played with and defeated at every turn by Jocelyn and them using sex as the tasty reward. Hell that was good enough... Though thoughts of having to avoid her friends for the rest of the night did start entering her mind. There was no way in hell a bath would wash off Jocelyn's scent anymore, though she was going to decrease how obvious it was with a nice dip anyways. She would just have to avoid everyone in the meantime, do her best to keep the dirty little secret an actual secret... God forbid anyone knowing she was claimed by the other wolf.

As against their act becoming public knowledge as she was, Michelle couldn't hide her moaning at all as the other woman began slowly grinding and rocking, giving the alpha no choice but to wrap her arms around Jocelyn and bury her head into the nape of the woman's neck. "Damn you... Don't think being sexy is going to get you off the hook... It fucking hurt and you're going to get it tomorrow." She didn't sound convincing at all. If anything Michelle sounded meek for once, gasping with every movement, chewing on her lower lip as her nails dug ever so gently in to Jocelyn's flesh. "Jocelyn..." It was the first time she had ever moaned the voice, it was so soft, sweet, telling. It dripped with desire, honeyed tone tinged with strain as her vocal chords worked to express both moan and word. All the while Michelle hid, face buried in Jocelyn's neck, attempting to deny the embarrassment acting like she was caused.
 
"Oh so you think I'm sexy huh?" A growingly familiar smug grin took up its place on Jocelyn's lips. It was a relief to know that the attraction was mutual. "And I didn't mean to hurt you!" Jocelyn insisted. "You're just so mmm...so wet. Tight...nngh...and fuck...it feels like you're trying to pull my cock deeper into you." The young wolf moaned, this slow pace absolutely killing her. As much as it may have hurt Michelle, her pussy was strangely receptive to being stretched and filled so full. It made her want to surrender to her urges and just violently fuck her, turn this young woman into a weak whimpering mess that would need Jocelyn to guard her while she rested and recuperated. Gah! Dumb wolf shut up!! She knew that this potion wouldn't get Michelle pregnant but that didn't stop her wolf from wishing it would happen anyways.

At least the sound of her name wrapped in a moan got her attention. She loved Michelle's voice when it wasn't that god awful high pitched mess....it actually sounded sweet. So she could focus on nuzzling at Michelle's cheek while the other girl buried her face in her neck. Soon, soon she could be rough. But for now she was trying her hardest to go slow and erase the pain that Michelle felt. Well that and change her mind about their itinerary for tomorrow.

"I said you'd get to wear the strap on tomorrow. I didn't say anything about you being on top. Besides...you have to win if you want to wear it in the first place" She wasn't going to go easy on Michelle tomorrow, especially now that who was going to wear the toy was on the line. It wasn't that she didn't like penetration, the young Alpha did enjoy getting rammed with a toy from time to time, she just didn't like to submit to people she wasn't particularly close to. And Michelle...ugh...if she has to submit to Michelle she'd never hear the end of it. So she tried to appeal to her enemy's submissive streak, tease the other girl with a fantasy that would be better suited to the kinky tastes that the young Marrok had noticed thus far. Jocelyn leaned up to nibble on Michelle's ear and whisper softly, "Why would you want to do all that trouble anyways? You'll have to work hard to beat me and then work equally hard to get me to behave in bed. It would be easier if you just relaxed and let me ride you if you win." As she spoke she gently grabbed Michelle by the wrists and drew them up above the girl's head, just so that she could envision being tied up and being helplessly ridden better.
 
Shit... The last thing she needed was Jocelyn knowing just how charmed Michelle was by her. The other wolf was so damn attractive that it was hard for Michelle to keep herself under control and not blurt something stupid out, a truth that only became harder with each tiny step she took towards being the submissive slut she apparently loved to be. It was nearly impossible with her little moan, the other woman's voice being spoken in that low sultry tone she had when she wasn't being whiny or a bitch. It was so difficult she found herself holding Jocelyn all the more tightly at the mention of how bad she seemed to want it and how it felt to be inside of her... A blush burning her hidden cheeks. Why did it have to be Jocelyn that she felt so drawn to, it felt like a literal moth to the flame scenario, where what she wanted was so damn dangerous it would end up burning her in the end... And really, how else could what they were doing end? They were born enemies, and everything aside from that seemed to be in opposition as well.

How it would end seemed so unimportant as Jocelyn began to whisper in her ear, not only pointing out that she wasn't getting the top position so easily, which she should have known, but then speaking of another option... And fuck did it sound good. She found herself whining softly and biting at Jocelyn's neck. It was annoying that she felt so pleased by those suggestions, that her desire to submit had become so damned powerful, and most of all that the gorgeous wolf currently claiming her knew how much she enjoyed it. More than that she didn't even flinch when Jocelyn took her wrists, which was alarming once she realized, enough to draw her face back and it be pouting in the most adorable way. "Tempting... But I'll make that decision when you don't have me high on pleasure and after I've won our match... I'm not about to just lose." What she didn't add was, 'no matter how much I like this', but her face was saying it all, and she smiled, almost gentle, her real smile.

"You better not let me win either." She quickly changed it to more playful and leaned in to capture Jocelyn's lips, a gesture more passionate than she had intended. "Now stop trying to seduce me before tomorrow even comes and make me cum." With that she relaxed herself, letting Jocelyn keep hold of her wrists even if in the back of her mind she could hear the gnawing of her own self-loathing... Just feeling the pressure on her wrists reminding her of unpleasant things. They weren't destined to stay long, not when every other part of her was filled with excitement or ecstasy, and with one low growl she tried to make it clear that she was feeling comfortable enough for Jocelyn to be just a bit rougher.
 
"I'd never let you wi-" Jocelyn's smart remark was cut off by Michelle leaning in to kiss her. Eagerly she met the other girl's lips, tongue teasingly gliding over her bottom lip before slipping inside to play. If she didn't have her cock buried inside of Michelle's achingly tight pussy, she probably would have had second thoughts about sharing so many passionate kisses with the other girl. The bruising, devouring lip locks fueled by list were things she knew how to deal with...these more playful ones were loaded with affection, affection that neither of them should be feeling!

"Awfully bossy for a submissive little bitch aren't you?" Jocelyn groaned out the words as pleasure shot up her spine. The way that Michelle's eager inner walls were clasping around her thick shaft was driving her mad. Damn this cock and Michelle and damn her demands! Jocelyn had barely been holding on to any semblance of self control; now that Michelle had basically given her the go ahead for more, Jocelyn forgot all about holding back. Her hips picked up a harsh pace, driving her shaft deep into Michelle's warm welcoming slit.

It wasn't long before she had to trade her grasp on Michelle's wrists for a more practical handhold. Once she let go her hands immediately grabbed onto the other girl's hips. "Fuck!" Jocelyn cried out as she looked down and caught sight of the bright red dildo glistening with a mix of their arousals. She almost came right then, her clit was pulsing so bad in response to the pleasure she received from the toy that it ached to hold back. But she was stubborn now, she wanted Michelle to cum first. "Go on slut, cum all over my cock, I know you want to." As she huffed and puffed out the words, Jocelyn let go of Michelle's hips and grabbed her by the inner thighs. She hoisted the girl up, feeling sorry for just a moment that Michelle's back was scraping against the tree, then made her rest with her legs spread eagle and her body perched on Jocelyn's forearms, giving the young girl a perfect view of Michelle's pussy being split open again and again.
 
Affection. She could feel it as they kissed, not just on her end but also from Jocelyn, a connection that had no place in their little game. It wasn't like they had started doing this for any reason other than lust, but when Jocelyn had her like this Michelle found herself being honest, and apparently far too honest because she couldn't help but smile and kiss her, jest without being crude... She even forgot about everything else for the bit they were together. It was a bit scary when the thought actually entered her consciousness... When she became aware that she was having such an amazing time with Jocelyn. She had moved beyond letting that ruin what was happening though, sneaking around with the other alpha was just too incredible, and she still needed to get her dose of pleasure, without which her wolf would never stop nagging her.

"Yeah... So what if I am." She grinned playfully and leaned in to lick and nip at Jocelyn's ear, teasing the woman with hot breath on her delicate flesh. "You're being awfully considerate despite claiming to hate me Jocelyn... You better be mean to me and ram into me or I might get the impression you've fallen for me." She grinned as she pressed whispering lips against the other wolf's ear, starting to chew on the arch of the ear before moving back down. She wanted it so bad now that the throbbing pain had stopped, and when Jocelyn began to suddenly ram inside of her she knew she was going to get the trouble she had been asking for. "G-Guh..." She groaned as she felt the entirety of the dildo pull out and then slam up into her again, back being ground against the bark of the tree, adding a stinging pain that made her want to scream, but the only screaming was in pleasure, and she couldn't stop her voice from echoing out as Jocelyn became serious.

"Y-Yes! I do!" She cried out, head leaning forward as arms flung around Jocelyn, blocking the view and digging in to the flesh of her back, but giving Michelle just enough control to start really riding her, managing to move in sync with Jocelyn despite the obvious limitations... Mainly the tree scraping her muscular back. She whined as she felt herself getting close, nails sinking in, marking Jocelyn in yet another way. Nobody would be touching her for the rest of Parekura, the marks were far too visible. "I'm cumming!" She cried out, blushing but screaming out like a whore, unable to stop the guttural moans of pure ecstasy as Jocelyn fucked her like a beta bitch. Her juices covered the toy inside of her. Even as it happened though Michelle didn't stop rocking her hips, clinging to Jocelyn and speaking in labored spurts, "Jocelyn please... Harder... Cum in me." And while it was cut off there was another little bit that sounded an awful lot like 'I'm your bitch'.

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Syri had watched Michelle's match, but the second her friend went to the ground she knew it was over. She often sparred with the other alpha, mainly because Michelle was a tad obsessive about being strong and hated the fact that Syri could beat her. Still, between them it was a playful friendly competition... Not like the hateful thing she had going with Jocelyn. It was dumb, and what made it worse was how people reacted when she lost. They didn't notice her friend trying her best or dominating before they went to the ground. They seemed to forget that she was strong and jump right to her being beaten by a Marrok, and more than that her friend and father were the worst. Her father left, though Michelle had known him for long enough to expect that, at least nowadays, and her friends started laughing and running off, no doubt to talk shit behind her back like the little harpies they were. Michelle had practically asked for it, following her father's grudge without question, but she didn't deserve the treatment.

That was it though, shit happened, and she had no doubts Michelle would be back and ready for more during the unleashed... She could be stubborn that one. Syri had more pressure concerns, as she had opted out of participating in any events. She was powerful, an alpha, but she really didn't care. She didn't want to go beat people up and she had something much more important to do. "You ready Haley?" She looked down at the adorable girl by her side, a soft smile on her face. "Un". Syri sighed, damn manga was ruining her sister. "Stop being silly, it's 'y.e.s. Yes.' She grinned, reaching down and picking Haley up, putting the six year old on her shoulders before turning and moving through the crowd, right towards food. Haley had been hungry before the match and she doubted anything had changed since previous complaints. "What do you want to eat Haley?" The little girl took a moment, struggling over the decision and finally blurting out "Sweets!" excitedly, getting a hand full of Syri's hair with one hand and pointing in the direction of food with the other "Mush!" Mush... No doubt Michelle's handiwork. She was always telling Haley to do annoying shit.
 
Jocelyn growled, more than a little irked that her perfect view was gone. Michelle had thrown her arms around her neck and pressed their bodies together, the smaller female now having to take on more of her partner’s weight. Thankfully Michelle managed to get her hips moving, fervently riding her cock. Still, she needed a little punishment, and Jocelyn was more than happy to sink her teeth into the cord of muscle that ran between Michelle’s neck and shoulder for blocking her view with her annoyingly perfect breasts. “Nngh…good girl…ohhhh fuck I can feel how badly you want my cum…” Jocelyn moaned as Michelle finally reached her peak, the other girl’s folds clasping firmly around her cock, making it difficult to hold back any longer. Why should she anyways? She wasn’t man, she wasn’t limited to just one orgasm.

“Mine!” Jocelyn snarled as the pleasure overwhelmed her, now entirely lost to her wolf as she rammed upwards, forcing Michelle to take every inch of the massive dildo right as liquid heat barreled up the shaft. She came, hard, and was unable to move for a moment as she filled her bitch with her cum, thoroughly marking Michelle as hers. Only when the aftershocks came did she start pumping, fast and shallow, helping Michelle’s pussy milk her for all she had.

Breathing hard and far from finished, Jocelyn took them both to the ground once the pleasure had died down. Michelle had asked for it harder and she was going to get it. Jocelyn was intent on fucking the other girl so hard that she would have several interesting bruises in the morning to add to the scratches on her back and the bite marks on her neck. “Come on. Get on your hands and knees, I’m not finished with my submissive bitch yet.”

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“Ugggghhhhhhh Jocelyn come on!” Alice huffed to herself as she stared up at the ceiling of her tent. Her sister Lucy had gotten injured in her last match; it wasn’t anything extreme she didn’t even have to stay with the medics. But of course an injury meant that their friend Julie was now playing the part of Florence Nightingale, no doubt cuddling her wounded warrior and kissing all of her boo boos. So now her only hope of getting out of her tent lay in her friend Jocelyn…Jocelyn who was nowhere to be found. This is the longest friggen walk ever The beta sighed, rapidly growing restless in her tent. Usually she didn’t mind relaxing and reading, but even a shy little bookworm like her wasn’t immune to the energized air of Parekura. She wanted to go out! Get a snack and then maybe go listen to the musicians play tonight while other wolves danced.

Leaving her tent was dangerous though. So many Alphas that were feeling wild… But she wasn’t planning on going anywhere even remotely secluded. She just wanted to go over to the most populated areas of the festival. Surely if someone tried to jump her she could just scream and an older wolf would come to her aid…right? Well, if not, she’d finally get to use all those self-defense classes on someone other than an instructor in padded armor or a training dummy.

“What wreaks of beta?” One of the girls that Alice recognized from Michelle’s clique wrinkled her nose as the young beta approached the line for the buffet.

“Probably that one over there.” The girl’s friend smirked as she caught sight of Alice and then growled, “Get outta here beta. You know you’re supposed to eat last.”

Alice frowned and bit her tongue. She wanted to tell the girl to go to hell, that hierarchical eating orders were for wild wolves and that they should just go off into the woods and leave civilized people like her alone. Or remind them that there was plenty of food at Parekura specifically so that things like this wouldn’t happen among aggressive Alphas. But she couldn’t do anything, not unless she wanted to engage in a fight that was impossible to win. Betas were stronger than humans but were still weaker than Alphas and couldn’t just shift on command like their counterparts. So she did the only thing she could do: tuck her invisible tail between her legs and turn to leave.
 
Syri immediately noticed Alice when they made it to the buffet, spotting the girl from afar and lighting up. She wasn't sure what it was, but the adorable creature really drew her in, made her want to curl up and hold her... Taste her. Guh, worst thoughts to have ever, at least when her little sister was currently pulling at her hair and telling her to 'hurry hurry' as if once didn't get the message across. She loved the little brat though, nodding and deciding to kill two birds with one stone, go find a way to introduce herself to the cute beta, and get her little sis some food to plug her overactive mouth. This was what she loved most about Parekura though, being able to spend time with Haley, see her friends, and really just get out of the house and not worry about chores and meals and drama. It was a real vacation for her, one with less responsibility and fresh air. At least that was what it was supposed to be... But people always made things complicated.

She noticed Michelle's clique as she approached and immediately felt nauseous, the group of parasites acting tough even without Syri's childhood friend to back them up, but only to a damn beta. Syri had no fucking patience for that... Her parents were betas, her little sister was a beta, and having someone treated badly because of such a bullshit status was a button that seriously pissed off the very powerful alpha. So she walked over, growling under her breath and feeling Haley's grip loosen a bit, the little girl having a keen understanding of Syri's moods. So Syri reached up and took Haley, sitting the girl down next to her before putting a hand on Alice's shoulder and turning her back towards the food, "Get whatever you want." With that she took a few steps forward and glaring at the puny bitches who had so much pride in being alphas, but it was in name only... Real alphas would see them more as betas than kindred souls.

"You have a fucking problem with betas whore?" Unlike Syri's usual attitude her pissed off state was a bit scary, and she didn't hold back... Especially when the group of women tried to puff out their chests and stare her down, one of them even going as far as to say "Yeah, so what?" Most of the group probably knew it was a mistake, after all Michelle could have crushed them like bugs, and Syri was stronger, and there was no way they weren't aware of how rare she was, being an alpha spawned from betas. The growl that rumbled from her chest was that of a true wolf, and her eyes began to shine gold, sparkling as she reached up and pulled on of the girls towards her. "If I even hear you say another bad thing about betas when I'm around... I'll break your fucking jaw... Then we'll see who eats last." She shoved the girl away and watched as they tucked tail and ran, truly being a group of spineless cunts with big mouths and low IQs.

What stopped her from staring them down as they walked away was a tugging at her side, Haley was looking up at her with big eyes, "Sissy... What's wrong with being a beta?" Fuck. She hated talking about it with Haley, the girl never understood why people looked down on them. She leaned down and picked the girl back up, sitting her back up on her strong shoulders and taking a deep breath. "Nothing at all." As she spoke to Haley her eyes looked at Alice, "Betas are amazing." She smiled over at Alice, shamelessly flirting but not in a distasteful way. That was just who Syri was, she spoke her mind, did what she wanted, and really didn't care what other people thought as long as she felt she was doing the right thing. It was why she was friends with Michelle despite how annoying the people she spent time with were... And how being with them at times made people look at her. It was also why she would ruin the status she had as alpha before she would let someone speak bad about betas, especially around her family or those she cared about.
 
There were two strands of the virus that infected werewolves and caused them to change: Lyssavirus Alpha and Lyssavirus Beta. Really Lyssavirus-8 A was just a mutation of Lyssavirus-8 B; werewolf history clearly stated that -only- the light of the moon had given them the power to change forms 2500 years ago. But like any good virus it had mutated, become more complex, and had made it's carrier stronger in the process. So sometimes altercations like this annoyed the hell out of Alice because they all had the same origin...just these girls' ancestors carried a mutated strand and Alice's ancestors carried the original virus. But so what? Who cared? Why on earth was this a big deal in the 22nd Century?!?!

Maybe it was just because she was a beta that she couldn't quite wrap her brain around the competitive nature of Alphas or their need to be exclusive. She didn't feel the same aggression as a Type A carrier did...which was all just as well, she didn't know how she'd function being aggravated all the time. Her mothers were wonderful people but it was easy to spot the stark contrast in personalities, being like Sammie seemed a lot less stressful than being like Sylvia. Alice was so busy thinking about why being an Alpha was dumb that she nearly jumped out of her skin when a hand was placed on her shoulder. It could have been one of her friends and she probably still would have been startled, Alice was an easy person to sneak up on because her head was always up in the clouds, but the fact that it was a stranger just made her nervous rather than relieved. She recognized the other girl's face...Syri she thought her name was, she had seen her at school and was pretty sure that she sat somewhere behind her in their AP History class.

Alice shook her head when Syri told her to go get food, she didn't want a stranger to stand up for her, didn't want to be an inconvenience to anyone else. She was used to this sort of treatment anyways, it had long since worn off being a big deal to her. "It's fine, really-" But apparently Syri wasn't having any of it, the other girl looked absolutely furious. And it didn't take her long to understand why, once Alice took stock of her surroundings she spotted the little girl who's scent was much more delicate than an Alpha's. Too old to be her daughter...must be Syri's little sister. It wasn't all that unheard of for younger siblings to present as betas, rare, but not so unlikely that it would be a total surprise.

The young female turned bright pink as Syri looked to her and said 'betas are amazing', she couldn't help but notice that it was a little flirty. Maybe that was what made her blush so bright...she would never think an Alpha would find her attractive in the least. "Thank you for that...I know you didn't have to, but it means a lot that you stood up to them for me."

"Are you a beta too?" Haley chirped up from her big sister's shoulders, looking at the stranger curiously.

"Oh, uh, me? Yes."

"So what's wrong with being a beta?" Haley asked again, obviously not believing her sister's answer because if there wasn't anything wrong with being a beta then she wouldn't have to yell at those other big girls.

Alice had to think for a moment, always an honest person, she didn't want to give too honest of an answer to a child. "Hmm.. Nothing really. Betas are just fine the way they are. I wouldn't trade being a beta for anything in the world. Sometimes Alphas are just silly and give us a hard time is all."

Haley furrowed her brow because that answer didn't make any sense. "If Alphas give us a hard time then why wouldn't I want to be an Alpha?"

"Because then you'd smell like a great big wet dog like your sister." Alice grinned when Haley caught the joke and erupted into a fit of giggles. She gave Syri a sort of apologetic look, hoping the Alpha wouldn't take offence to the joke. She didn't smell like a dog, not at all, her scent was actually rather pleasant if the beta had to be honest...
 
Syri wasn't sure a semi-violent first impression was a good one, but she couldn't help but feel proud that she could simultaneously defend Alice and make it clear she wasn't going to hear anything bad about betas. Her family was the most important thing to her, and she would choose Haley over anything else... She would not have little bitches treat her sister like shit, nor people like her. So what if they were betas? That didn't matter at all compared to what kind of person they were, and it certainly meant little in terms of intellect and beauty, Alice was gorgeous and smart, her little sister was adorable, and the 'alphas' who hid behind status seemed to be small minded wastes of space. It always astounded her how people so far removed from the actual way of the werewolf used it to fake strength, but dwelling on it wasn't going to help, especially when Haley decided to ask the same question but this time to Alice, which had Syri trapped between sighing and cheering her on.

With Alice sticking around and answering she was more prone for the latter, though the smells like wet dog comment made her pout playfully, especially when Haley bust out giggling with obvious glee. Her little sister found it so funny the little brat forget her hands were currently balled up in Syri's hair, though the older wolf bared with it. She gave a small wink to Alice though, not minding in the least as long as her sister was happy, and quickly reaching up to pull Haley off of her shoulders and spin her around. "Think that's funny do you?" she chuckled, the little girl only giggling more furiously than ever as Syri began hugging and tickling her, flailing little legs and sharp giggles cutting through any leftover tension. Syri really did love her sister, even as the girl started taunting her between laughs with "Wet dog, wet dog" thinking that was the true cause behind the tickling and playing.

Syri stopped after a moment though, leaving Haley to catch her breath and lean against her leg, the girl all smiles as she looked up at Syri and pointed to the food, too out of breath to form words. The alpha smiled, ruffling the girl's hair and nodding, then looking up at Alice. "Hey... Want to join us?" She felt like she should flirt a bit more but she wasn't as good at flirting as she wished she was. She was great when it came to affection, and ever romance, but the introductory phase and initial showing of interest always made her a bit uneasy. Maybe it was the vulnerability, maybe the fact that Haley would have to come first and she was scared people wouldn't understand, or maybe she just found herself embarrassed by how obvious and lackluster her flirtations could be. By that point though Haley had regained her breath and lit up, reaching over and tugging at Alice, "Yeah! Eat with us!" Yes! That was her sister, being adorable and absolutely innocent... And really, who could deny such an adorable little creature, it just wasn't possible.
 
Watching Syri interact with her little sister made Alice smile. Even though her inner wolf wasn't as imposing of a presence in her mind as it was in an Alpha's, the beta couldn't refuse that the ability to behave like a good parent was a very attractive feature in a mate. But such thoughts about mates were silly; she wasn't here to find a mate or have a hook up, she had come to Parekura to cheer on her friends and support her big sister in her matches and that's what she was going to do...right after she grabbed some food. "Er...no, I should probably get back to-" Alice tried to politely decline Syri's offer to eat together. She'd gotten into enough trouble for tonight, time to just hide in her tent with a book and hope that Jocelyn came back soon so that they could do something. Though knowing her childhood friend she had found someone to sleep with and now Alice was going to spend the rest of Parekura having to stay with her mothers or be the awkward third wheel with her big sister and her probable mate.

"Yeah! Eat with us!" Haley interrupted before Alice could finish her sentence.

Alice bit her lower lip as she looked down at Haley who was tugging at her hand. She really should go back to her tent to eat... It was safer there and she had a hard time mustering up an appetite when she was nervous about other wolves bullying her during her meal. But how could she say 'no' to that face? "Ah...alright...I guess it wouldn't hurt..." Well it could hurt, a lot, but she supposed with Syri acting as her escort it wouldn't be so bad. So she stuck to the two other girls, staying with them even as Haley refused to have vegetables put on her plate and Syri had to launch into intense negotiations to get her to take something green. Then it was off to a nice comfortable spot under a tree, a little away from the thrumming crowd.

Dinner wasn't too awkward...well it was a little bit...Alice wasn't very good when it came to strangers. New people made her nervous. Thankfully Haley was there, helping her feel more at ease. Alice was really amazing at handling kids, naturally nurturing in her personality, just like her mother. She liked to play with little ones and always asked them lots of questions and patiently listened to their stories, even if sometimes their tales didn't quite make sense or never seemed to be approaching an ending.
 
Her sister was a little life saver, now her first invitation wasn't declined and her confidence didn't get crushed beneath the shy beta's foot. She immediately found herself a bit more vigilant though, not only having Haley to watch after but Alice as well, a task well worth doing and one she was incredibly excited about. It wasn't difficult, once people noticed Alice with someone they didn't really try anything, not that Syri was all that well known but one look at her and it was clear she was strong. She was tall, athletic, held a certain confidence that could be comforting or intimidating depending on the situation, and whether or not people considered it, the fact that her little sister, a child, was with her meant she would become quite vicious if provoked. None of that would happen, Michelle's friends were about the epitome of annoying and they had been dealt with. That left them to get food, standing in line like anywhere else, not giving a fuck about a picking order that only mattered to a certain few morons. There was one battle she did face of course... Getting Haley to eat vegetables.

At home it wasn't a big deal, Syri had become a fantastic cook and was able to hide healthy food or cook it in such a way that Haley didn't question it. At Parekura that was a different matter and she found herself haggling against the young wolf who won some candy, which Syri had brought along just for such an occasion. With that settled they went and found a comfortable spot, which would have been romantic if not for the bundle of joy plopping down right between them and making it a much more friendly vibe, which wasn't a bad thing. In fact it just made her like Alice more, absolutely charmed by how well the woman treated her sister, and how easily the little girl grew attached to Alice, which had caused her to be practically laying on top of Alice by the end of the meal, the small girl starting to grow a bit tired once she had a full belly. She really was cute, and Syri loved her more than anything, especially when she was sleepy, yawning and trying her best to stay awake and be the center of attention. The little girl didn't get enough chances to socialize, Syri tried to take her out but with all the chores, basketball, and school... It could be exhausting.

"Guess it's about time I take her back to our tent and put her to sleep." She smiled, reaching over and gently picking up Haley in her arms and starting to get up with her. "Thanks for eating with us Alice... May I walk you back to your tent?" She wanted to flirt and stay a little longer, but Haley truly was her everything, and with her princess tired it was time to go. She did want to do one other thing though, and that was to make sure Alice made it back safely, knowing that the pack of bitchy hyenas could be lurking anywhere, plus she just wanted to get on the lovely woman's good side, make a lasting impression. Maybe it was impossible, she was sure Alice had plenty of suitors, maybe she didn't even like women, but Syri liked to stay positive. "Actually, I insist. I wouldn't be able to stand it if something happened." She added, a smile on her face as she waited for Alice's response, not going to force the issue but truly hoping she would be okay with it, and knowing Haley would have insisted as well if she hadn't already fallen asleep in her arms... She was a good girl like that.
 
As soon as Alice finished her meal and set her plate to the side, Haley took the opportunity to crawl into her lap and snuggle. It definitely surprised the older beta but she didn’t shoo the girl away. Quite the contrary, she saw this as an opportunity to help Syri out and get the little one to fall asleep. “You have very pretty hair Haley, may I braid it for you?” Once the girl nodded, Alice went to work running her fingers through the girl’s hair, soothingly scratching her scalp as she started the braid. “My mother used to braid my hair all the time when I was little to help me fall asleep…” She kept her voice low and soothing as she wove the strands together into a neat braid, Alice had plenty of practice because she had to braid her sister’s hair whenever she had a field hockey game.

By the time she tied off the end of the braid, Haley was struggling to keep her eyes open and Syri was saying that it was time to leave. The beta nodded and stood up, she should probably get going too…the sun was starting to set and she definitely didn’t want to be out in the darkness without an escort. “Oh I’ll be fine…” She offered the other girl a reassuring smile. If there was one thing Alice could do it was run for her life. Plus once she got near the Lykos tents no one would bother her, Mara was very protective. “If you’re sure that it’s no trouble…” Syri didn’t seem to be the type of girl that was about to take ‘no’ for an answer and Alice would be lying if she wasn’t a bit relieved to have an escort back to her tent.

They walked back in silence, partly because neither of them wanted to wake up Haley and partly because Alice didn’t know what to say. In her head she was psyching herself out, panicking about what she should do once Syri dropped her off. Was she supposed to kiss the other girl goodnight? They hadn’t really been on a date…well it would have been a date she supposed if Haley wasn’t there. Even with Haley there the Alpha had flirted with her and had made her interest known. And what had she done? Be quiet and shy and awkward as usual…UGH! She was so damn lame it wasn’t even fair.

“So…thanks for walking me back.” Alice said when they finally reached her tent. She hesitated for a moment, looking like she might want to lean up and give Syri a little kiss…but of course she chickened out and ducked into her tent before anything could be done about it. “Good night, Syri.” The beta offered the other wolf a shy smile before zipping up her tent and disappearing for the evening so that she could beat herself up about what a wuss she was that she couldn’t even make a move on a girl that was obviously into her.
 
Nothing was as attractive as a caring woman, and every second of time Alice had spent with Haley had made Syri pay even closer attention. It was a recurring thought, how attractive she found that trait, and how incredible the girl was. Not many women would act that way, in fact most would view Haley as a nuisance or have difficulty with the constant talking. Syri loved everything about her little sister, and it truly seemed like Alice had enjoyed their time together as well. It was all the more reason to insist on walking her back, it would be no good to let such a lovely girl walk back alone, not when she seemed perfect at first glance. Cute, smart, great with kids. It really did make her feel old but that was a true requirement, nobody could be in Syri's life without being good to her sister, friend or otherwise. People that were worth a damn deserved to be treated well, and that was precisely what she was going to do, and she wasn't going to have it any other way.

While she was determined to protect Alice on their way back she did find the walk a tad awkward. Haley made talking difficult and they were exactly close after the meal. Still, it was about making sure she made it back, nothing else, and when they made it to her tent Syri smiled and nodded, not exactly expecting a kiss even if she couldn't deny thinking about it. Yeah, okay, she would have loved to taste those adorable lips, but it was rather obvious that was a ways off, and likely without a sleeping sister in her arms. "Sleep well Alice, me and Haley had an amazing time." She gave one last smile and watched as the cute thing zipped up her tent, only then turning around and heading off in the exact opposite direction for her tent, to put Haley in her bed and spend the rest of her night reading with the tiny book light, unable to do much else with her cutie sleeping right next to her... Even if the evening with Alice had made her quite awake of how long it had been since she had been laid... Much too long.

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Chris had continued her reckless ways with no plans on stopping. At first it had been something she was unsure about, but with each match she found herself more and more convinced that getting hurt was nothing, that it was penance... That anything was fine now that she had lost everything. Not that it was any better when she wasn't fighting. Outside of the arena she wandered off alone to cry and have the occasional panic attack. Everything seemed so hopeless. She had lost both sets of parents in her lifetime and her sister. Perhaps she didn't deserve to be happy, and losing them was just how it was meant to be. Those were there kinds of thoughts going through her head, not happy ones or acceptance, but anger and depression. She hated herself and knew it was becoming harder for her to keep her mind. Her inner beast was taking over, ruling her, doing what the human side of her seemed incapable of doing, functioning.

In her first few matches there had been clear wins, each time ending with a knockout and Chris standing over another wolf with a solemn, unimpressed look on her face. It was dampening the spirit of the crowds, though the blood and nature of the fights still attracted plenty of wolves who were into the fights due solely to their private nature. Injuries also followed each fight, stating with a dislocated finger and a few cuts, both of which she got quick treatment for, followed by several fights that riddled her gorgeous body with cuts and bruises, and possibly a fractured rib but she couldn't be sure. None of it stopped her, Chris wasn't thinking about anything but the rush she felt and how much she deserved whatever pain was inflicted. It had become so bad she didn't even care how badly she began injured, at times even thinking heavier injuries would be all the better, or just not thinking at all.

It was finally another weapons match, and once again Chris had her sub par 'weapons' and a dangerous attitude. She just didn't care though, the self-inflicted isolation wearing on her... Having avoided others before Parekura and during. Even when her opponent, a former Parekura weapons champion, drew a long blade, Chris didn't stop herself, barely even waiting for the announcer to start the fight before rushing in. There was no thinking behind it, no grand plan or elegant strategy, none of the many advantages a woman like Chris could have given herself. Instead there was a fool, and one who rushed in and found a deep gash in her arm as punishment, sending her jumping back without a single scream, glaring down her opponent before rushing in again... Not a single hesitation as the blade sliced through her skin once again, though her punch landed as well, sending the guy flying. That was how it went, trading blows between Chris' methods, which barely qualified as weapons, and a true blade user. Each exchange sent Chris blood flying... The depressed wolf unable to get a hold on herself as she pushed towards another win, without giving a damn about the consequences.
 
Caitlyn had been knocked out of the foot races, having not gotten a fast enough time in her heats to qualify for the final rounds. The same had happened when she had gone for the obstacle course...though she had fallen off one of the high elements towards the end and had disqualified herself. 5'7" was not an impressive height for a competitor and most of the obstacles were made for someone that was 6'0". She had no gymnastics training and so when she had tried to swing herself to the next bar she had totally missed and fell; at least she had had plenty of experience falling out of trees from when she was a kid and hadn't hurt herself too bad.

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"Sisssssssssssssssssssssssssssyyyyyyyy!" Ten year old Caitlyn struggled to yell after having fallen from the tree infront of their house. She had been swinging back and forth on a branch, bored because Chris was inside and grounded which meant that she had no playmate. Caitlyn had swung too much on the backswing and had lost her grip on the branch. She had fallen on her arm, knocked the wind out of herself, and now something really didn't feel right and she was afraid to get up and see what was wrong.

Chris knew that she was supposed to stay in her room, but when she heard her little sister call her name she bolted from her bed and sped down the stairs, breezing past Anna on her way down and flinging herself out the front door to go get Caitlyn. "Cait! Oh no...Cait...you're not supposed to try to catch yourself when you fall..."

Caitlyn whimpered as Chris helped her up, still having a hard time breathing and now having an even worse time because when she looked down her arm was bending in an unnatural angle. The younger girl went white as a sheet and probably would have fell right over if Chris hadn't been there to help her. Anna appeared a few moments later, frowning as she saw Caitlyn's arm. "Oh mija...it's broken. We'll have to go to the hospital-"

"NO!" Hospitals were even worse than having a broken arm. Caitlyn hated them, they smelled of sick people and sterile air. The doctors always had cold hands and wanted to poke and prod at her with needles and BP cuffs that they tightened too much. "Mommy just put it back! I don't wanna go there!"

"I'll go with you Caity, it'll be fine okay? The doctor's not scary at all." Chris tried to rub her back to make her feel better while looking up at Anna with big pleading 'can I go even though I'm grounded' eyes.

"Caitlyn, I can't put it back, they need to put it in a cast. Chris, help your sister into the car please and try not to move her arm too much. Let me grab my keys and we'll all go."

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Now that she was finished competing, Caitlyn didn't have much else to do besides watch others participate. She hadn't seen a match with her sister for nearly all of Parekura, having avoided the older girl this entire trip. It was just hard to look at Chris...she knew her sister was so sad, maybe not sorry about what she did, but sad that it had ruined their relationship. A very empathetic girl, it hurt Caitlyn to see her sister miserable like that...but how could she talk to someone who betrayed her trust? How could she try to soothe all of Chris' woes when she herself was suffering the feeling of being unclean? Their mothers certainly couldn't do anything about it. Clara was on an 'I only have one daughter!' rampage, practically disowning Chris because she was so hurt that the girl would rather live in France than with the two women that had raised her for most of her life. And Anna was busy trying to soothe her distraught wife and be a good cheerleader for the one daughter who did want them to be around, all the while being very upset herself.

Curiosity ended up getting the better of her and she went off to see Chris' weapons match. She knew her sister had no training and had been wondering what on earth she could do in that match to have progressed so far. Apparently eating sword blows and going in to knock out a competitor worked, even though watching her sister bleed everywhere made her stomach turn. How could anyone watch this?! Chris could die out there! Why the hell weren't the officials doing anything?! There was so much blood that Caitlyn didn't even know how her sister was still standing, she would have assumed the other girl would have passed out from blood loss by now. When the match was over and Chris had her victory, she was taken off to the medical tent to have her wounds cleaned and then bandaged up. Caitlyn stopped by a while later, giving medics time to deal with her sister and cover up the wounds...Caitlyn couldn't stand the sight of blood.

"Could I have a minute alone with my sister?" Caitlyn asked the medics who gave her that 'you two can't possibly be sisters' look; to which of course she had to say "I'm adopted." With that they left and gave the two girls a moment of privacy...though how long it would be before an injured competitor was dragged in here and interrupted them was uncertain. "Chris...what the hell do you think you're doing out there?" Caitlyn frowned and approached her sister, moving to kneel down beside her cot. She had wanted Chris to leave her alone, but she couldn't stand idly by as her big sister got herself killed.
 
While concern should have been on people's mind when they watched Chris' fights, her being so young and taking such horrible risks being a foolish act, that wasn't how they responded. Each match was met with screaming fans, people who wanted such a fight, a brutal, more primal, fight. Of course there were also those who found her victories in all three events to be outstanding, among which was the Chaumont family, who could speak about their up and coming Chris and how she was both strong an intelligent, and no doubt speak about how the girl would be returning to France. She was a pawn to them, not someone to worry over but someone to use for their own gain. Of course that wasn't true of all of them, her grandmother didn't seem pleased, but it didn't change the fact that nobody seemed to give a damn that she was being hurt for the sake of winning, and that Chris in her mentally stable prime would have won most of those matches without suffering the blows she took on in her current state.

If she hadn't been forced too the young alpha probably would have gone on without medical treatment, but as it was nobody was going to allow her to go anywhere before she got bandaged up and some fluids in her. She didn't fight it, in fact she never said a word, following the insistent medics to the tent and letting them patch her up. She didn't want to speak, she didn't really want to do anything... Sitting in the medical tent was as good a place as any in her mind. She did of course want her gauntlets off, dropping the 'weapons' down next to the cot and taking a long deep breath, nodding when the medics told her not to leave and that they would be back in a bit to release her after she had some rest. Chris didn't think that anybody would visit her, had it in her mind that she was going to be alone for the rest of the day, as she had been the day before, but she was wrong.

The moment she saw Caitlyn her chest tightened and she found herself nervous, avoiding eye contact and looking at her feet. Caitlyn wasn't going to let her sit there in silence and ignore her, she wouldn't even let her look somewhere else, kneeling down and making Chris hurt inside. It was so fucking hard to not constantly be with Caitlyn, eating together, talking practically all day, Cait had been a huge part of her life... So why when she finally found a coping mechanism that worked did her little sister have to show back up and destroy all of her work. "I'm not doing anything Caitlyn..." It was so void of emotion, the usual warmth in her voice gone and even Caitlyn's name being said in a dry unfamiliar tone. "The question is what are you doing? I thought this was over. I'm leaving, I've stayed away... You can't just come see me now, this isn't fair." That time there was more emotion, but it was pain and a cracking voice that made it clear she couldn't keep it together if Caitlyn insisted on talking. "You want me gone anyways... don't you?" It was almost a whisper... The belief that being gone... Even completely gone, would be best for the both of them. She would be permanently out of Caitlyn's life and not have to deal with being alone for the rest of her own.
 
“Bullshit.” Caitlyn rarely ever cursed but there was no other word that she could use to combat her sister’s ‘I’m not doing anything’ nonsense. Bullshit she wasn’t doing anything! She was getting herself killed, that’s what she was doing and they both knew it. Chris had no business competing in the weapons round and no right to burden someone else by causing her death just because she was seeking an easy way out. “Don’t you dare tell me what is fair and what isn’t.” The younger girl’s voice hardened and her eyes narrowed. She had come here with every intention of trying to cheer her big sister up; but if Chris was going to behave like this well then forget it. She wasn’t the only one hurting around here.

“I wanted you to leave me alone, I don’t want you gone forever, I don’t want you getting yourself killed. You’re being a selfish asshole Chris! How do you think moms would feel if you died? How do you think I would feel?” Even angry, Caitlyn would admit that she’d miss Chris if her big sister were permanently removed from her life. Apart she could hope that Chris could find someone else to love and maybe with enough distance they could both heal and maybe one day rebuild what had been broken. “Whatever…just…forget it. You’re right, I shouldn’t have come here.” Caitlyn grumbled and moved to stand. She shouldn’t have come here. She shouldn’t have to feel responsible for the sister who had taken advantage of her. She shouldn’t have to worry about feeling guilty if Chris got herself killed either.
 
Chris took a real look at her sister, who upon hearing her pathetic excuses had quickly become agitated, a mood that didn't bode well for the older alpha. She was stronger physically, but between the two of them Caitlyn always won their fights, and was scarier when mad than Chris ever was... At least that was how Chris felt, but her opinion was biased because she cared for her little sister to such an extent. She couldn't even bring herself to speak as Caitlyn made it clear she had no sympathy for her bullshit, and even more clear that killing herself wasn't going to make anyone feel better. Then again she had known deep down that the option was a cowardly one, more for her than anyone else. She had never been mentally strong, not like Cait... From the day they met she had been fragile, and losing her sister and parents had been enough to send her spiraling downwards, considering such grim options. Left with nobody to talk to she was lost.

"I do love you Cait... More than anything. Take from that what you will, but from the day I met you I've cared for you... I just... I don't want to hurt you anymore, and I can't go to France... But you're right, this probably wasn't a good idea... I hope you sleep well." With that she laid down and turned over, a few tears starting to form. She tried her best to remain calm, not to let the panic creeping up on her win, but it was difficult. She truly wanted to bolt out of the bed and beg Caitlyn not to leave, promise her anything if they could just go back to the way things had been... But she couldn't, it was far too late and she was in too deep. She only had two options left, to quit the weapons fight and leave, give Caitlyn the space she desired, or carry on like she had been, leaving it up to fate, either keep winning with luck or lose and get to rest... To stop worrying about everything and just let it be over. It was scary how incredible the second option sounded to the severely depressed alpha. "I will never stop caring for you Cait... I hope you at least know that." Those were the last words she spoke, and she didn't plan on saying anything else.

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Chris had been doing well, she had won all of her matches throughout the day aside from her final weapons match, and done so without much damage despite her recklessness. One more and she would be one step closer to taking first place in all three events. Not that her goal was so simple, the endangerment was more her goal than the victories, but the fame she was earning seemed to please the Chaumont family. Chris herself felt nothing with each win, a true lack of pleasure from everything she had done the past few days, and little care for the pain. Her final fight of the day was no different. It started in the same callous way all of Chris' fights had been starting that day, cheering fans hollering for blood and brutality, not literally but it was clear what they wanted. As if that weren't bad enough Chris herself looked unsatisfied when she noticed her opponent was using a blunt weapon and not one she deemed truly fatal, but then again if she didn't fall in combat it was meant to be, she would just fight like she usually had.

What hadn't been expected was the speed at which the large blunt hammer could be swung, and instead of taking her hit and finishing the match, Chris took the hit and smashed her head into the ground, and that was it, she didn't remember anything else. It didn't take long for cheering to turn to silence, and then yells for medics. The festivity had ended with people looking at her lack of defense as stupidity and not bravery, people always being so fickle as to change their opinion based on circumstance. The blood currently leaking out from her ears was enough to get peoples attention though, and the moment the medic noticed there was a stretcher and a host of other people to attend to her, including whatever actual doctor they had to attend to patients who needed them... None of them wanted a Chaumont to die, or anyone for that matter... Parekura hadn't been about death in a long time. So they rushed her off and to the tent, though the fact that she had fallen unconscious didn't make things seem all that great.
 
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