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A classic Shakespeare sonnet would do the trick. Poor guy. And I just wanna take you away Pre-Chorus: Willie You got me doing things I never do I can't stop feenin' and dreamin' about you oh And about your love it feels so real to me You know what to say And you know just what to do come get me Related.

Check Out. You gotta check out. Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis? Shove your middle-finger up my tiny asshole and finger fuck me Claire barely even heard Sherry speak, all she heard were her own thoughts as they echoed within her head.

Have I really talked about doing things to her in my sleep? I - I know I have looked at her in ways I shouldn't have, thinking about all I could do with, no TO her, even enjoying it when she moved herself in my arms so I would bash my hands into her soft sex Claire's body begun to tremble and heat as she felt sweat bead on her forehead and within her clothes.

Clothes which were getting tighter and tighter with every new drop of sweat. My God, what have I been thinking? She's a CHILD! I can't do anything with a child now that I'm over the age of legal consent!

I mean, I just can't, period! No matter how hot woman-on- kid sex is! Claire felt her heart beat harder and faster, her breath coming faster and shorter.

She felt her pulse as it pounded to the beat of her heart through her extremities, felt her clit throb in sync with her beating heart, felt her nostrils flare as her body demanded more oxygen.

Clare felt a quick shock-like flame shoot through her body and her pussy suddenly flood with moisture. Claire's eyes widened with a start.

I just had a mini-orgasm Am I a pedophile? Wait, of course I am, dumb question. I mean, I've fucked dozens upon dozens of little boys before, so yeah: pedophile.

Claire finally noticed that Sherry had stopped talking, and she snapped herself from her inner monologue to find Sherry's face directly in front of her own.

With a surprised yelp Claire fell backward out of her chair and took both it and Sherry with her, landing on her back with Sherry straddled on her stomach.

Claire stared at her young ward in surprise and confusion while Sherry stared back with a curious expression on her face.

Claire suddenly felt a very pleasant sensation, and glanced downward to see Sherry's hands squishing her breasts and rubbing her VERY prominent nipples through her tight skinsuit.

Claire simply gawked and watched Sherry feel her up. Within her mindscape, Claire's Instinct waged war against her eternal rival, Reason. Instinct, who appeared as a pink-haired Claire clad in the proud uniform of a sex slave circa Princess Leia, swung her chipped broadsword at Reason's stomach.

Only to watch in dismay as her heavily armored if one considered a breast plate bra, gauntlets, and greaves Instinct dodged left as she twisted the blade right, dodging Reason's thrumming beam sabre by the barest of millimeters.

They both cartwheeled in opposite directions and came to their feet several yards from one another. This had been a battle the two had waged ever since their "Claire Prime" had noticed that Sherry possessed a very fine ass.

Instinct declared her intention to tap that ass. Reason, for some reason, had a problem with that notion. After numerous battles, Reason was nearly unscathed while Instinct was covered in multitudes of bleeding cuts, burns, and bruises, and had several broken bones and likely a concussion.

In other words, Claire had suppressed her Instinct like the Fist of God throwing multitudes of blows from Thor's fabled hammer, Mjolnir.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped the sky asunder and flashed before the barely dressed Instinct. When both mind-Claire's visions returned, they saw Instinct holding a star-topped, phallic-shaped "Magical Girl Transformation Rod" in her hand.

Before Reason could attempt to intervene, Instinct raised the star-topped dong above her head and cried,. A pink pillar of pure power descended from the sky and surrounded the battered Instinct, causing the scraps she called a uniform to disintegrate and reveal her perfection.

Iridescent transparent ribbons suddenly appeared from the aether and wrapped around Instinct's arms, legs, and just barely over her privates as her body healed before a helpless Reason's eyes.

The ribbons solidified into Instinct admired her newly healed and nicely ribbon-wrapped form for several moments.

She then focused her eyes, blazing with the fires of a raging, lusting inferno on her nemesis. Reason brought its beam sabre up to full power and held it before her groin.

Instinct brought its phallic rod to her own groin and concentrated. A heartbeat later a pink beam sabre swelled forth.

The two stared each other down before they charged, and sparks flew as their weapons clashed. After several clashes Instinct leaped away. Reason opted not to follow, sensing that it was a trap.

Instinct smirked and struck a pose reminiscent of a crane about to kick. Reason lowered her guard, trying to figure-out why her enemy would take such a ridiculous stance.

Then, Instinct suddenly shouted,. Instinct soared high into the air as the ground shook, knocking Reason onto her completely fuckable ass if she'd ever get the stick out of it first.

Instinct vanished, and suddenly found herself teleported into the command booth of the Giga-TentaXord. She looked down at her prone rival and got an idea.

A very Before Reason could blink, she found herself bound by her limbs and held in midair by several of the Xord's slimy mechon tentacles.

She looked down and saw several tentacles approach her firmly held body and, negligently and effortlessly, stripped her of her armor in a matter of seconds Her eyes widened in both horror and expectancy as three extra slimy tentacles approached her helpless body.

Both she and the main consciousness that was "Claire Prime" shared the same thought simultaneously Claire placed her hands behind Sherry's head, and softly kissed her on her lips, penetrating Sherry's mouth with her tongue.

Sherry leaned into her first kiss with Claire, welcoming and sucking on the powerful invader and returned her hands to Claire's breasts.

Claire and Sherry kissed until the need to breathe became an issue for her new young lover. Slowly their lips parted, a long strand of saliva following her tongue from Sherry's velvety lips.

Claire kissed and suckled the youth just under Sherry's earlobe eliciting a shuddered gasp from the tween.

She then kissed her way down Sherry's thin neck along her carotid artery, allowing her saliva to drool from her mouth. Sherry shuddered from these stimuli, and removed her hands from Claire's breasts to touch her own small mounds.

Claire realized what Sherry was doing, and stepped away to watch the girl fondle herself. As soon as Sherry's breathing became a heavy, lust-filled pant, she said, "Okay Honey, here's the deal: I'll show you what it's like to be pleasured, IF you pleasure me too.

Claire hedged for a moment, then continued, "I-I know that what we are doing now isn't right according to most people, and what we WILL be doing even more s-so I want you to know that too, okay Honey?

It's illegal, and it's also considered immoral by many, many people. So this is our secret, okay Sherry? Once again in Voyeur Control, the slender pale hand with the perfect nails hovered over the top of the keyboard in indecision, before tapping a key marked RECORD.

After a few moments it dropped away entirely. The only sound heard thereafter was the squeak of a metal office chair and the ruffling of clothing.

This is as much about having fun as it is everything else. Which means I want you to do whatever feels good, and tell me if I do something that feels bad.

I'll be doing the same, so don't worry about messing up or anything. Claire giggled, "When it's consensual and open, it's really hard to fuck-up at fucking anyways, okay?

Claire smiled lovingly and longingly into her temporary ward's big blue eyes, then gently grasped Sherry's soft hands and placed them back onto her shapely breasts.

Sherry immediately got the message and started to fondle and rub them again, enjoying how squishy they felt as she fantasized about how her own tits would grow-in someday.

Claire returned her lips to Sherry's neck and cupped her small breasts through her incredibly sexy teddy.

Claire squeezed her small breasts, making Sherry gasp in pleasure. Though Sherry's tits barely fit in the palm of her hands, Claire marveled at how firm they were.

Claire kept playing with Sherry's young tits while she licked her tongue down her neck and onto Sherry's right shoulder. Claire slowly slid out of her chair and laid Sherry on her back atop the well-carpeted floor, herself above the young girl, her lips never leaving Sherry's perfect tender flesh.

Once she reached the flimsy halter strap, she gnawed at the offensive flimsy cloth with her teeth until it tore in half.

Shoulders exposed, Claire agonizingly slowly kissed and licked her way down Sherry's flat chest. Once she reached the single tied ribbon loosely bowed under her flat breasts she deftly fwipped the ribbon open.

Claire reluctantly removed Sherry's hands from her breasts so as to lift back on Sherry's teddy straps and turned it inside-out until it fell to the junction of her smooth legs to reveal the treasures they once hid.

Claire gazed upon Sherry's prenubile body hungrily, from her small pink buds atop her breasts down to the very top of her soft, scant blonde pubic hair below.

Only her maidenhood remained covered, and then only barely, by a very thin weave of silk and lace. Sherry, a little nervous and a lot eager, parted her legs for Claire and revealed a deep dark stain of excitement at her juncture.

Claire smiled before she leaned down and took one of her tiny nubs between her puckered lips, then sucked. Sherry's voice caught as Claire flicked and sucked relentlessly at her young nipple, until finally her sensitive fleshy future milk-provider engorged with blood and hardened.

Claire kept suction on her tit as she leaned back, her lips releasing almost with an audible pop.

She pulled Sherry upright and pulled the teddy by its chewed straps up to her ears Sherry winced as several seams at her crotch popped as the lace weave dug into her baby fat pussy and ass Sherry's eyes crossed as Claire bounced her up and down, her ass never quite hitting the carpet, the rough fabric rubbing harshly and almost directly on her barely concealed clit.

Suddenly the seams gave way, the lingerie tore in half at the crotch, and Sherry dropped with a hard smack onto the floor completely free of the formerly sexy garment.

Claire glanced at the garment in mild dismay, then shrugged and tossed the teddy halves aside. Claire took a moment to admire the young sexual creature sitting on the floor before her.

Sherry's legs were thin, but long and muscular in the way a barely-pubescent child's legs wont to be. Her eyes slowly roamed upward, taking a good long moment to admire Sherry's puffy vulva before she realized that the girl actually had started developing hips.

She smiled at the thought of what Sherry would look like knocked-up with triplets, both now and how she envisioned the girl to look when a little older.

Claire's eyes caught on Sherry's navel, a rather wide circle that was both neither an innie nor an outie, and noted with approval that her body was already starting to slim at her waist.

She roamed her eyes up further along Sherry's abdomen and chest, noting with a critical eye that the girl was only barely large enough for a training bra, and that her pink nipples were barely the size of dimes.

Without intending to, her eyes dipped lower again to stare at the very few, wispy pubic hairs between Sherry's legs. Sherry watched Claire's eyes devour her in slight amusement which grew as the older woman went back to looking at her pussy.

With a smirk she laid onto her back and carefully swung her legs back towards her shoulders, but only managing it three quarters of the way.

She wrapped her arms around her thighs quickly to keep them in place, then both spread her legs a little at the same time as she pried her pussy open with her index and middle fingers.

Claire's eyes widened as she stared into Sherry's pussy. With her outer labia stretched away, Claire could finally see just how sopping wet the girl was for her, which caused Claire to suddenly shudder in another mini-gasm.

She watched in unabashed hunger as Sherry's thin fingers crawled into her bright pink vaginal opening and stretched her folds open even further.

Drooling at the mouth, Claire stared into Sherry's sex for several long moments before she found her voice to ask, "What happened to your hymen?

Sherry shrugged nonchalantly. Had to have one of the staff doctors tell me why I was bleeding down there, which was embarrassing, but they wouldn't tell me what the hymen or the hole was all about, stating it was 'up to my parents' to tell me.

Sherry thought for a moment, then nodded as she came to a conclusion of some sort. I masturbate Claire cupped her own crotch with her left hand and ground her fingers along the fly of her jean shorts.

Sherry continued to pump her middle finger in and out of her pussy. Claire laughed. Now, when you push in and out, twist your wrist slightly Sherry's vision suddenly went slightly fuzzy as her pussy felt a sensation that was more intense than anything she'd ever brought upon herself before.

She felt her fingers become at first damp, then positively drenched in her pussy juices, just slightly more than her hair from sweat.

Now, put your thumb down on your pussy Now slide it up towards your tummy Now, your clit looks like it wants to come out and play, too, so push down and slide your thumbnail just a little higher The instant Sherry's thumbnail scraped along her clit she came hard, her body wracked in convulsions that more resembled an epileptic fit more than anything else.

After the first initial explosion went through her, she redoubled her finger speed and pressure as she rubbed at her clit like mad with her thumb, her index finger of her left hand being bitten in an effort to keep quiet.

Claire watched in both wonder and barely restrained lust as the twelve-year-old brought herself to a series of rolling orgasms for just over four minutes.

Eventually the young girl's fingers finally slid out of her pussy, her hand flopping bonelessly to the floor beside her while her legs did the same below.

While the girl tried to catch her breath in multiple deep gulps of air and wiped her sweat-soaked brow with her left hand, Claire captured Sherry's right and quickly sucked her fingers dry.

Claire closed her eyes and smiled at the flavor, reminding her of her own pussy juice when she was Sherry's age. After several deep gulps of air the young blonde girl took back her arm and wearily pushed herself up onto her elbows, heedless of the fact that her legs were lewdly out-stretched before her.

Claire started giggling. Ready to find out? How should we start this for you I know! Let's start off by letting you do Wide-eyed, Sherry stared up into Claire's eyes in abject disbelief.

Claire's giving me carte-blanche permission to perv on her however I want? I don't believe it!! Finally she squeaked-out, " What?

Claire smirked at the surprised preteen as she sat up onto her knees. Well, what I want you to do is explore me. Touch me wherever you want to touch me, however you want to touch me.

Strip me, suck me, spank me, stick your fingers or toes inside places, spread me open and look inside, diddle your tongue on my urethra Eyes wide Sherry shyly nodded her head.

Hesitating for just a moment, Sherry reached out and cupped, then squeezed, the college girl's left thigh over her skin suit. Claire nodded, a little weirded out by the odd part of her body that Sherry had decided to first grope at her.

And I love having sex. Almost nothing is better than having a nice hard cock in my pussy. Sherry hummed in reply. She slid her hands up and around until she was groping Claire's ass.

Claire faintly smiled as she felt tingles of pleasure on her skin. I love having my ass touched," she whispered. She was disappointed when Sherry almost immediately abandoned her well-toned shapely butt only to quickly unfasten and unzip the fly of her tiny shorts.

She felt her butt cheeks press into the palms and fingers of the young girl, before she pulled her cheeks apart and lifted them, then released for her ass to jiggle back into position.

Claire felt Sherry repeat this twice more before she felt her butt suddenly slapped. Sherry smacked the same cheek again before she switched to her other cheek.

Oh God that feels good She turned slightly and dropped to her elbows, her ass stuck in their air. Sherry rubbed her cheeks for a moment after to work out the stinging sensation before delivering yet another smack that left Claire panting.

Sherry, emboldened by Claire's positive responses her her groping and playing, slid her middle finger along the crack of Claire's ass until she reached her asshole, then pushed her middle finger in to her second knuckle.

And look at how stretchy it is! Claire's eyes rolled back into her sockets as her eyelids fluttered. Sherry gently probed Claire's ass with her finger, her other hand slipping over to one of the woman's hanging breasts.

Sherry stared in surprise as the crotch to Claire's suit suddenly darkened dramatically. I need you to fuck me now I need to feel your fingers inside me, Baby.

I need you inside me now! I wonder how stretchy your suit is? Claire's eyes crossed as Sherry suddenly shoved her first two fingers deeply into her snatch though her skin suit, then cried out as Sherry suddenly slapped her breast with her free hand.

I mean, you have the perfect ass, your have tits that would make a gay man cry, you have perfect legs, perfect hips and waist Do you have any idea how many times I've cum since I started groping you, Claire!?

Nine times! Sherry glanced at Claire's face, and saw that the woman's eyes had lolled back almost entirely and crossed, her tongue partially hanging out of her grinning mouth, all while her body bucked against Sherry's fingers.

While still finger-fucking the woman through her suit, Sherry reached up to Claire's collar. She fumbled for a bit until she found the tiny well-hidden zipper, then slowly drew it open.

She watched, her mouth salivating, as Claire's cleavage slowly revealed itself to her feasting eyes, her breasts flopping further to either side without the pressure and restriction of the closed suit to keep them together in place, then unzipped further It felt to her like it could possibly go a bit further down still, but the way it stopped told her that there might be something wrong with the zipper there, like it was caught on something, and she didn't want to risk damaging something that turned her on so much.

Besides, every time she shoved her fingers into Claire's cunt, the zipper was pulled down past Claire's urethra opening.

And every time she pulled her fingers out it went back up again. Not only was it a fun effect to watch, but it got Claire blabbering again as the zipper ran across her clit hood over and over again.

Sherry suddenly slipped her right hand under the suit and continued to finger-fuck Claire, this time directly into her pussy, while her left hand all-but mauled Claire's right breast, which was certain to leave bruises.

Come on Claire, your pussy is splashing it's juices everywhere and I'm half soaked. Cum already, your big titted bitch, you're the one getting off from getting finger-fucked by a twelve-year-old girl, you're the one mewing and gagging for release, you're the one with her legs so spread out a team of linebackers could take position in front of them.

Get off on me, let a little girl make you cum so hard you cry! That's it Sherry ripped her fingers from Claire's cunt as the woman finally came, tears streaming from her clenched eyes as she groaned, her pussy squirting release against the crotch of her well-stretched skinsuit.

A bit of the fluid somehow managed to seep through in several weak flows, but most of her fluids either splashed out around her pussy or was forced upwards and past the open zipper.

Claire's hips bucked at the air, her stomach clenching and undulating, as though she were still being fucked by a champion cock for over a minute before her orgasm begun to wind down.

Which had caused her body, arched like a bow string, to collapse to the sopping wet carpet below. Even before Claire fully caught her breath she sat up, saw Sherry between her legs grinning like a Cheshire Cat, then suddenly pounced and straddled the smaller form.

Though her eyes were looking towards her, Sherry couldn't state for certain if they were actually looking at her. That, and Claire looked rather manic at the moment, especially how sweaty and mussed her hair was.

Claire suddenly shot forward and crushed her lips against Sherry's, kissing her with passion and fever. Claire's hands roamed all over her young lover, almost but not quite pawing at the girl.

Eventually she grabbed firm hold of Sherry and flopped onto her back, taking Sherry with her to lay atop her stomach. With one hand she kept a firm hold on the back of Sherry's head to keep their lips together, while her other hand groped and slapped her ass.

Sherry was just able to get her hands between their breasts, which she then pinched Claire's hard nipples with her nails.

Sherry's eyes widened as she felt Claire stiffen, then suddenly shudder and convulse underneath her. She waited for the woman to calm down a bit before she patted the woman's cheek "Hey, you sane in there yet, Claire?

It took Claire a moment to realize what was going on, not to mention where and with whom. What happened? Sherry leaned back to sit on Claire's tone stomach, giggled, then started laughing.

Between breathes and bouts of laughter Sherry briefly explained that Claire had, for all intents and purposes, went temporarily insane with lust.

Claire gaped at the girl on top of her as she told her what happened, which eventually brought in the giggles in her, too.

As she giggled she shrugged out of the suit in full, until it was bunched up around one of her ankles. Claire grinned a canary-eating grin, then quickly helped Sherry to turn around so her back was facing her.

She then pulled the girl by her thighs up to and past her breasts until her pussy was directly over her face, then directed the girl to lay forward until Sherry's face was all-but over Claire's seeping pussy.

I promise you'll feel really good REALLY quickly," Claire purred. Though she had to stretch ever-so-slightly, Sherry found her entire world view filled by Claire's wet and slightly quivering pussy directly below her.

Claire hesitated for a moment. Not because she was having second thoughts about sucking the holy shit out of her beloved ward's cooter.

Rather, she just wanted to stop and enjoy the view a moment. Sherry's pussy was still puffy from baby fat and, due to this, the cleft of her sex seemed to almost join the crack of her ass.

Her sandy-blonde pubic hair, which only grew on her mound above her lips at this point, was sparse and fine. She grazed the pad of her index finger over the top of the hairs and found they felt soft and feathery, just as her own used to when she was younger and before she took to shaving it off.

Now she just waxed it all off whenever she got the chance. Most men she'd fucked loved bald pussies because it made her look so much more youthful, while little boys just thought pubic hair was gross.

Her eyes roamed upward slightly, and she marveled and the perfection of Sherry's sex. She could make out just a small bump of her clit hood at the very top of her slit, but otherwise her pussy was almost a perfect single slit.

The only mar was that her pussy was slightly open and damp, signifying that her blood was rushing to her vagina in preparation for sex.

Claire breathed hotly onto the puffy crack while she trailed her index nail along the slickened sensitive edge of her pussy. Sherry gasped and moaned, then attempted to duplicate the move to her lover.

Claire watched as Sherry's slit slowly bloomed open, her body pumping more and more blood to her sex, which in turn made it more and more sensitive.

Claire's lazily ovalling finger dipped inside and circled her still-engorging barely formed inner-lips, serving to not only stimulate Sherry's sex but also spread her open on both sides, revealing her pink interior.

The heat from Sherry's sex grew at nearly the same rate as her wetness that dripped and flowed from between her folds. Claire stretched her arms around Sherry's little body until the flat of her hands rested on her bubble-butt, then dug her thumbs to either side of her pussy and spread her open.

At the same time she pushed down on Sherry's ass until the girl's pussy touched Claire's soft, open lips. Claire casually dug her tongue between Sherry's folds, then licked along her soft inner flesh and sucked on the prepubescent sex, her pubic hairs tickling her chin and her asshole right above her nose.

On the very first brush of her tongue against Sherry's surprisingly-erect little clit, her sex flooded. The smell and taste of the girl's juices turned Claire on even further.

Claire's own fluids escaped from her pussy and dribbled along her asshole and cheeks until they coalesced onto the floor before Sherry's eyes.

Claire felt Sherry experimentally and rather clumsily lap at her nearly-sopping college-aged pussy, and she paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation of such a small tongue on her pussy again until she continued her assault on Sherry's own sex.

Claire and Sherry licked, sucked, and nipped upon each other both passionately and delicately, their taboo and suppressed passions exploding forth and consuming all rational thought.

Sweat, saliva, and other assorted bodily fluids stained the carpet they rolled and writhed on. Their hips humped and bucked each other's faces, both moaning with pleasure as they called out each other's name and begged for more.

Sherry shook and shuddered atop Claire as her body approached a momentous climax. Claire released Sherry's pussy, no longer needing to keep it pried open and sucked directly on her clit while she harshly flicked her hard nipples.

I wanna cum on your face so bad OH GOD In Voyeur Control, though the dainty finger couldn't be seen, it could be heard pumping in and out of something soft and sopping wet with reckless abandon.

Claire opened her mouth wide and drank deeply at the Sherry's tangy and somewhat bitter cum as it flooded her throat.

Sherry's body convulsed as her orgasm struck her hard. Claire's own hips twitched and jerked as she too came, just from the psychological effect to making her little Sherry cum with her tongue.

Sherry's pussy still dripping, Claire lifted the quaking girl and slid her around so as to be face-to-face. Both girls still had the faint smell of river-water clinging to them.

I'm not going to put anything in. Turning back to the counter she tossed the needle in the hazardous materials disposal and quickly labeled the vial.

She had grabbed a band-aid from a small box next to the cotton-balls but when she looked at that skinny, sun tanned arm she couldn't find any evidence of the blood that had just been drawn.

The blonde's eyes were back to that neutral hazel. Please take off your shirt. The red head yawned. With a final sigh the little girl grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted upward.

Cherry recognized a holster when she saw one, Anita had enough of them, but this one looked cobbled together from various materials.

It would have been one awesome life sciences project. Then the little girl hopped down and began removing her shoes and panty hose. Cherry figured she'd done it in case it would have been requested later.

She then turned, wearing only her panties and skirt, and climbed back onto the paper lined table. Her friend shrugged and began undressing as well.

The wereleopard went into nurse mode. With her clipboard in one hand she began taking notes, and she barely controlled the shaking that threatened to break through her calm.

There was a bite on the blonde's neck, actually, there were two. They looked old. How old was she when she got them? Five, six, seven?

With what appeared to be shifter healing it had to be. Both of the girls had scars littering their bodies.

There were faint burn marks near their legs. Her senses were telling her more than she wanted to know. Her mind was dragging up memories she'd thought buried as her body ached in sympathy.

She wanted to break into tears. It was the red head that asked tiredly. Her pencil snapped in her hands. It was a demon behind the craziness anyway.

It's dead now, no need to worry. She wasn't the best at it, but she couldn't detect any of the signs of falsehood. The blonde nurse took a deep, calming breath.

Her eyes drifted to the wickedly curved knife that sat in the home-made holster with what appeared to be an extremely narrow and pointed stake and what might have been a toy squirt gun but it was wrapped so completely in duck tape she couldn't be sure.

She took measured steps back to the supply counter and prepared to take blood from the little red head.

I've got almost everything I need. When she finished Cherry swabbed her arm and stuck the needle in.

She wasn't strong at all. She frightened easily. And yet thinking over everything she'd written down Cherry wanted to run outside and start a fight.

She wanted to find whoever hurt these kids and devour their intestines. Surely, Zane would help. He was good at finding things.

He had, after all, found them Anita. Oz hadn't wanted to be separated from the girls. They'd just gotten back together after a little less than a month apart, and he'd been in that freakishly cold place for all that time, but he couldn't fault the logic.

As much as he loved his Willow-Witch he didn't have any enthusiasm for ogling her currently flat chest and he was willing to bet Buffy would hit him.

So he and Xander got shuttled off with the nice lady with the graying hair that reminded him of his Aunt Lillith. And, surprise surprise, her name was Lillian.

Yes, there was a God, and he had a shitty sense of humor. The rat lycanthrope gestured to the examination bed as she made a few notations on her clipboard.

It's okay, he had to remind himself, she is not going to pump you full of drugs and tell you to relax. She is a shifter too. It would be hypocritical.

Actually, now that he thought about it May I ask why? He didn't believe me. Lillian gave a quick nod and leaned back. Oz frowned. That wasn't usual Xander behavior.

He usually handled odd requests better than that. He was very good at hitting the ground running, so to speak.

We don't have any records for her to go off of. Sorry about that, I guess I'm just a little sleepy. I had to drag your butt around all day.

It was starting to creep him out. The musician sighed and got to work. He was still wearing the bottoms that the They had been planning to sneak around for a while and dark clothing had been a must for the break out.

The only real color Willow had worn, which was a shock as he was used to his witch bringing a veritable rainbow with her everywhere she went, had been some embroidered flowers on her brown knit jacket.

But the little wolf-headed PEZ dispenser she'd slipped into his pocket while he had been unconscious made him all gooey inside.

But he didn't think that anger was directed at him. He shrugged. She was very good at controlling it but, well, the nose knows.

Oz fought the urge to mimic him, and failed. Then they were weighed and their height measured. Finally she took blood samples and let them get dressed.

She turned to him and knelt down so that she was at his level. Maybe something with silver scalpels to, ah, monitor your health? Obviously, she was no pediatrician.

Didn't bother an Osbourne, though. Very little could upset the cultivated Osbourne serenity. They were busy, I was scheduled to go under next week.

Still, I'd like to see you when you are a bit more rested and we'll check. Just in case. It was a constant presence now, always ready to make its move if Oz or the pack was threatened.

It was different than the wolves of this dimension, but for all that it was very similar. It felt no deception from the Rat.

After living on the Hellmouth Oz knew the value in being safe rather than sorry. Rule number four: Never issue verbal invitations.

Xander had slipped his stake into its spot in his boots and looked up with a frown of his own. You know, sweeter than candy on a stick?

We got our check up, now we get our lollipops! What kind of medical facility was this? No lollipops? Throughout her time in Sunnydale Buffy learned several things.

Fledges hung out around cemeteries before they decided what they wanted to do with their unlife. After that they either moved into an abandoned warehouse, or found a nice crypt and or cave to spend their days.

As it turned out even in a brand new, shiny dimension these fundamental facts of the undead held true. Evidently they held true to the Nth power as the Master of the City, and can we say pretentious much, scored both.

He lived in a warehouse with a cave system underneath. Buffy descended the last step with a grunt, her crossbow balanced precariously in her left hand, and looked around unhappily.

If she wasn't so cranky and annoyed she might have been impressed. Oz's nose had better be up to snuff, or they were going to be having some serious issues.

Xander dropped down beside her with a soft curse. Someone needed to have a sit down with the architect of this place.

They had fangs. Clowns are bad enough without fangs. Neither Oz nor Xander were up for the job as they were having enough difficulty with the stairs from hell.

Buffy might have managed, but she wasn't going to risk having her hands full of Willow if and when everything went crazy.

And if the guy did anything, tried anything, she was planting her crossbow bolt in his eye. Tired as she was Buffy was willing to bet that at close range she wouldn't miss and he wouldn't catch it.

His hands were too full of sleeping Willow. One for the girls and-" A rat shifter began to say as she walked around the corner before Buffy cut her off.

The lighting sucked in this place. Buffy shook her head and leaned against a stone wall as Xander stepped up and stared at the freakishly tall woman.

Everyone in this world was too tall. It wasn't fair! All of us. It was said in a light tone but at the same time it didn't permit arguing.

At least that's what it would have been if he was two feet taller and had completed puberty. That's right, thought Buffy, keep your attention on Xander.

I'm not worth your attention. At least until I drive my knife between your ribs. Plenty of space to spread out.

Uh huh. Like it wasn't so totally obvious. How many vampires out there were cursed by gypsies? Xander read her stance from the corner of his eye.

Buffy was rather exasperated but thankful that they hadn't bothered searching them. It probably would have sent the wrong message. Not while they were all walking on eggshells and Buffy was in trigger-happy mode.

Every now and then there was a tiny alcove with some random bit of art. It was like someone took a dungeon and tried to make it homey.

They failed. Maybe that had been the intention; Buffy didn't know. Her mother would have had this place bright and happy in two seconds flat.

Replace that statue, nix that painting, bring in some thicker curtains Buffy shivered as cold crept in on her and she ached inside at the thought of her mother.

What was Joyce Summers doing right now? Was she frantically looking for her daughter? Had she called the police? Was she making a pot of cocoa just in case Buffy made it home?

That was the sort of thing she would do. Just like she would occasionally hunt Buffy down during her patrols only to press a thermos of the warm, sweet drink into her hands.

Buffy blinked rapidly. She was not going to cry, she was NOT. She was the Slayer. She was strong. She had to be strong.

For her friends. For herself. It had a soft baby-blue comforter and lots of fluffy pillows. There was lace. The room reminded her of her own, only there wasn't a dresser topped with stuffed animals by the door or a chest of weapons anywhere in sight.

She gripped her crossbow harder as if it were a security blanket. Oz had shooed the other werewolf away, much to the adult's amusement if his smile was anything, and was unlacing Willows shoes and stripping off her socks.

The witch's feet were tiny, and it amazed Buffy every time she saw them. She was still amazed even when she looked at her own reflection.

The grown ups left the room. Xander pushed a chair, and it had to be expensive, an antique, under the door handle. They didn't doubt that it could easily be overcome but at least it would give them a bit more warning.

It led to a good-sized black and white tiled bathroom. She set her crossbow on the sink counter and turned the tap. It was almost disappointing to see fresh, clear water come pouring out.

With a name like Circus of the Damned she was expecting blood or some such. Shrugging it off Buffy scooped water with her hands and splashed her face.

She eyed the bathtub longingly but decided against it. She wasn't sure she wouldn't fall asleep and drown, and once was enough of that particular activity.

Even if this place was damned, the mattress was like heaven. She was asleep before she even reached the pillows. Claudia walked away from the room of children with a feeling of apprehension.

There was something very wrong with those kids. Dead on their feet, and yet they hadn't let down their guard. And, unless she was greatly mistaken she had heard them pushing a chair against the door.

She nodded to one of the security team who would be watching the room and continued on to the office. The sun was due to rise within an hour or so; the meeting should not last long.

The wererat rubbed at the back of her neck. Motherly, she was not, yet those kids had pulled at some instinctual need to protect. To grab as many soft plushy quilts as she could find and plop those four tiny people down in the middle of them.

As it was she already knew she'd be reworking shift schedules and putting a few more of her people on babysitting duty than initially planned.

Of course if all went well the kids wouldn't notice. They were pretty independent, anyone with eyes could see that, and Jean-Claude didn't want to alienate them.

As a great singer once said: Cling too tightly, gonna loose control. Vampires and their politics. Luckily, it wasn't her job to play heartstrings or navigate political waters.

All she did was make sure nobody they cared about got caught in the crossfire. And occasionally instigate a spectacular car crash. Which reminded her that she needed to find out which one of those kids had been the wheelman.

Claudia knocked softly on the door and entered a small meeting chamber. She nodded to her King in greeting before addressing the Master of the City.

I have Jackie and Dennis watching them. He was a far kinder and fair Master than the previous one, in fact he beat out the majority of Masters, but his calculations and schemes could make her head spin.

She gave another nod, part bow really, to Rafael before leaving. She wanted to get home and get a nap. There was a bubble bath calling her name.

The vampire could not understand the Ulfric. Ever since their formation of the triumvirate, and if he was honest even before, the Alpha's emotions and reactions were unpredictable things.

He could read them, yes, but understand what they meant? That was another thing entirely. He could be, at times, as bad a child throwing a tantrum and his idealism was going to get them all in trouble if they weren't careful.

He wouldn't be doing anything unless he wished to. Not anymore. The Wolf King offered a sincere smile to the King of the Rats.

Six bodies, heads and their seconds. Rats, Wolves, and Vampires. It was no coincidence that the three groups also represented the more than half the supernatural population of the city.

Rafael leaned back in his own comfortable leather seat and offered a polite smile. I imagine you've had as busy a day as I? Straight to the meat of the matter, his wolf.

Mon pomme, and your Skoll, were most helpful in locating mon petits enfants perdus. Sometimes the vampire wondered just which of his servants, Richard or Anita, were more pessimistic.

At least Anita was willing to put aside her misgivings, give him the benefit of the doubt, and try to get along. But it had taken him nearly two years to get her to that point.

Well, he did have eternity to work on it assuming he was not killed Richard's beast was staring out of his eyes though he gave nothing else away. How long would that control last?

Rafael continued. Even Jean-Claude felt his pulse, such as it was, slow down as he took in the information. Children often mistake monsters from shadows and fear, misunderstanding of their situation She did not elaborate on how this occurred, and Cherry did not wish to interrogate her further, considering.

He was a mass of hot anger in his chair. Sylvie, his second, was watching him with a wolf's eyes. Of all creatures in the world, killing a demon was most difficult and until then Jean-Claude thought impossible.

Trapped, bound, and banished perhaps The amount of faith such an action would require was unfathomable. Something that was Alpha and yet not domineering.

Richard Zeeman, with his ideals and power, was an oddity among lycanthropes. Any child. Be that as it may, his thoughts flickered back, where else would you have me place them?

Asher spoke from where he stood in the shadow. Well defended. With strong people. Or do you think that the Rodere and Lukoi are not capable?

Several of his own wolves worked at the circus, and no one would say the rats did not know their business. Where wolves fought battles, the rats specialized in wars.

If anyone could defend a fortress it would be them, and if the Circus of the Damned was anything it was a stronghold of the preternatural.

But it was the preternatural themselves that worried the Wolf King. Rafael inclined his head but didn't appear to be happy with what he was going to say next.

From the way they spoke As if it was perfectly normal to have someone trying to kill children. Had someone else discovered these children, felt their potential, and decided they couldn't be risked?

He had known of vampires to take such measures in the past, but how could they have read the young werewolf's power before he was infected?

A blood feud with a line of witches, perhaps? The Rat King was also upset about such measures being used on children, but his control, if not his raw power, matched if not surpassed that of the Ulfric.

He did not feel like a shifter but there is an A beast but not a beast? She'll know more when the blood tests come back. She also has some, suspicions.

It promised death. Vampire Council excluded, of course.

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