I covered my mouth, holding in my laughter, watching Madam chase Michael around, until she finally caught him.
He was a big, strong, scary male, and she scooped him under her shoulder like a feather, carrying him over her shoulders.
"NOOOO!" Michael yelled, and the rest burst out in laughter, "PUT ME DOWN, YOU HEAR? PUT ME DOWN!"
"Is Little Miss that comfortable to carry?" Baron approached us, "I want to try too. Let me carry her."
"She's soft and smells like our soap mixed with grass and berries," Gold said, letting the wolf male carry me next.
Baron held me in his arms with a grin, his tail wagging, "Ah, I can see the appeal," he said.
"See, Darling? That is what deprivation looks like. You've never let me carry you like that, and I'm deprived." Michael complained while pointing at me and Baron, "I love you with all your faults and all, but you have a lot of faults to love. Like not letting me carry you. I love it but I also hate it. You should let me carry you, like, right now."
"Don't worry, I'll carry the rest so all of you can experience what it feels like. Nobody will feel left out, I promise," she teased and the rest groaned in protest.
They looked at each other and began to talk among themselves, discussing who would get to carry me next.
It turned into a competition of whose pheromones were the most potent and who would get the best reaction from me.
It was just a game to them, a chance to let loose and be free (from Madam's clutch), to have fun and laugh. But for me?
"Nghh..." I bit my tongue, my body reacting to every little touch, every brush of fingers against my skin, and every puff of air on my neck.
They were just carrying me. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't make my heart race, and my body heat up like it did.
They all laughed at my reaction and continued to pass me around, each one teasing me in their own way.
Some were gentle and kind, afraid of hurting me (Baron, Moyu, Kurus, Gold), others rougher (Vick, Skaris, Romeo) and some just held me like a sack of flour (Karrak).
I could feel Madam's eyes on me. I could see her smile. She was enjoying this as much as they were, "I'm leaving it to you to build up her immunity against your beast auras. If she faints again, I'm punishing all of you, including you, Little Miss."
The males groaned and began to protest again, but Madam only laughed louder, "I'll wear dresses of your choice for two moons in a row."
"WOOOOOOOHOOOO!" they all roared, making my ears ring.
All the creatures in the woods around us fled in fear. I couldn't believe I was a part of this, a part of their family.
They were so loud that I couldn't help but join them in the excitement. It was contagious.
I also found it a waste for Madam to be covered from head to toe when her skin was the prettiest, smoothest, and creamiest in the world. She would look beautiful in a dress. I would do anything to see her in one.
"WOOOOOOHOOOOO!"
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A few days later...
Madam wasn't right when she said they were progressing too fast with me.
Other males would have made me lick and suck them to completion by now. I wanted to brag about how much I could take like other females, too, not in public, but at least in my head.
I wasn't even allowed to watch their "bonding" time.
"Too young," they would say. "Too young to be ruined."
So here I was, in my sheep form, looking like prey with how Kurus wrapped his long snake tail around my fluffy form. He was using me as his heater during the day.
Everyone said I was too fragile and small to sleep with Kurus alone and that he could crush me to death in his sleep before I could blink.
I didn't want to die, but the thought of dying while being cuddled by him wasn't the worst way to go. Not at all. It sounded really nice...
Michael also preferred to sleep during the day, so he was here too, sprawled out on his throne made out of bones.
I was already used to seeing him like that, all intimidating and grumpy, even in his sleep (as he was a very light sleeper).
He would open his eyes every time I twitched and glare at me until I stopped. I moved differently from others, and he was not used to the new vibrations I caused yet.
By the time they woke up, lunch was ready. Michael immediately ran off to find Madam to cure his morning headache while Kurus poked me with a satisfied smile.
"You are a good heater," he praised, making me grin proudly.
I shifted to my human form and put on my dress, when I realized that the things poking me were his... two of them...