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*Edit update- I reread the story and realized I uploaded the one without the final edits. This is the final version of Ceta's Story.

Eric is making his rounds through the shifter pack's compound, when he sees Sharri harassing a young shewolf he had not met before. He stands back and watches. He isn't allowed to interfere with the shewolves, that is the female Omega's job, although they have not had one since Anara was killed by a hunter outside their southeast border a little over a year ago.

The pack's fighters found and killed the hunter, but it was too late for Anara; his bullet had gone right through her heart. Shifters aren't easy to kill because they heal so fast but no one can survive that. Usually another is found within the pack soon after an Omega passes but none have shown themselves.

He never cared much for Sharri as she could be quite cruel to the young ones. Sharri sees him watching her, she growls and walks off.

The young shewolf shifts and sits crying until she notices him walking toward her. She quickly gets up to walk away.

"Wait."

She stops so suddenly you'd think a rope had pulled her back. She quickly brushes away her tears as she turns around with her head down looking at the ground.

"Y-yes Omega?"

"What is your name and how old are you?"

"Ceta, daughter of Lanara. I'm in my 18th Spring, sir."

"Has anyone told you your role in the pack yet?"

She plops down on the ground, face in her hands and starts sobbing.

"There, there now it's going to be alright." He keeps a respectful distance of a couple of feet.

She takes a few gulping breaths and then says, "Yes, sir..." she hiccups. "I'm the new Omega." And she bursts into tears again.

He sits down, still staying a few feet from her and waits. When she finally stops she glances up at him quickly and then back down.

"Do you realize your role is one of the most important in the pack?"

Her head shoots up and her eyes go wide. She slowly shakes her head.

"It's true and you can go around miserable, hating your life, or you can learn how to be the best female Omega in history." He had her full attention.

"There are several keys to being an awesome Omega. One," He holds up a finger. "finding and solving problems before they get out of hand. Two, be whatever it is they need in that moment because when it comes right down to it, they are hurting and need you. Three, love what you do."

She sniffs and hiccups. "How can you love being picked on and tortured on a regular basis?"

"Because if you do it with love they will feel it and though they will still have the need to dominate you, they will know that you actually care about their well being. I know when I allow a wolf to dominate me because he is feeling frustrated or angry, when he's done, a weight has been lifted from him and he can be playful again. The more I take care of them the happier they are and life in the pack is good. That makes everything I do feel important because the welfare of the pack is the priority."

"So how can I do that? How do I know what they need?"

"That will take practice. I would suggest starting at the top and working your way down. If you get the Luna on your side by easing her stress, she will set the standard for how you are treated."

"H-how do I do that?" Ceta trembles as she thinks about approaching the Luna.

"You go to her and offer yourself to her for whatever she needs no matter what. It can be anything from offering your hide," Ceta shivers, "to giving her pleasure and absolutely everything in between. Trust your instincts. If you feel a shewolf needs something specific, she most likely does."

"But I don't know how to give pleasure." She whimpers

"You will learn. If a shewolf mounts you, of course it is different for females than males, but if they mount you they are most likely feeling powerless. Offer yourself to them, put your sexy bottom in the air, wiggle it for them, whimper and moan a lot. They like to hear you submit to them. Always show your belly and throat letting them know you know they are higher than you. Listen to their sounds, it will help guide you in helping them. If they are moaning, keep doing whatever you're doing until they make you stop. Most of all, always do what they say and willingly. Show no resistance even if it's something you don't like or know it will hurt. It won't last forever and they will come to count on you. They will know they can come to you when they are hurting or in need knowing they will feel better when they walk away."

She swallows hard. "That's what you do?"

"Yes, and the first year was the hardest, I made a lot of mistakes but it got easier. You can do this, Ceta, I know you can." He smiles reassuringly.

"You think I should go to the Luna now?"

"Yes, she should be at the pack house. Tell her you are the new Omega, you wish to be of service, and you will do whatever she needs."

"Okay... Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. I'm sure I'll see you around and you can ask me questions if the need arises."

She gets up, dusts off her bottom and makes her way to the pack house.

Ceta rubs her thumbs and forefingers back and forth quickly as she walks, thinking about what Eric had said. She knows in her belly he was being honest with her. She knows her parents think very highly of him and she'd often heard them saying how much they value him in the pack. She had even over heard her father telling her mother how he had gone to him when he had been so angry with her. By the time he was finished with the Omega, he was able to come and talk to mother without anger in his heart.

She hadn't known then what he had done with the Omega, but the following week she had seen one of the fighter wolves taking him right there in the middle of the main yard in front of the pack house. She wasn't suppose to be over there, but she had followed a blue butterfly until she was standing in the bushes on the outside of the yard. The large fighter was dominating the Omega, she knew that much, but then she saw something sliding in and out of the Omega. Heat flushed through her and she wanted to turn away but she couldn't. She watched until the fighter was done. Then the fighter did something that surprised her. He had leaned forward and licked at the Omega's muzzle until the Omega opened his mouth. It actually looked like the Omega enjoyed it.

She had stayed there thinking about it long after they were gone. In that moment she pictured her father about the Omega and she had flushed knowing what he had meant. She had never wanted to be an Omega, to be used that way.

That's what she had thought then, but from what the Omega says he enjoys serving their pack. She let out a long sigh and passes by the bushes where she had hidden several years ago. She hopes she can do as well a job as he does and that she can learn to enjoy it.

She slowly walks up the stairs to the Pack house. She has never been inside before. Cubs aren't allowed to go in and she only recently came of age. She swallows hard and opens the door. There were male shifters sprawled out in the living room and loudly telling each other stories of this hunt or another. She looks away trying to hide her smile and quietly moves past them hoping they won't notice her.

Most males don't notice her, but the females, she groans, unfortunately they noticed her all the time. She inhales deeply. Hopefully, if she does a good job for the Luna, won't be so bad.

She walks into the large, but empty kitchen. Ceta walks out the doorway into the hall. Fear knots her belly and prevents her from knocking on any of the doors, especially the one she hears deep growling from within the room. The hair on her neck prickles.

Walking out onto the back porch, the sun glints off the white sheets the Luna is hanging on the clothes line and Ceta brightens.

"Hello Luna, I would love to help you hang the sheets. My mother has me do them all the time. Can I help you?"

"Ceta, is that you? I haven't seen you since you were a wee cub."

"Yes ma'am."

"How is your mother, Lanara?"

"She is well ma'am, she says it is hard work keeping my father in line but she doesn't let it stop her from getting everything done that needs doing."

Luna chuckles and Ceta glances up and quickly back down to the ground.

"Tell me, Ceta, what brings you here, shouldn't you be helping your mother?"

Ceta feels like her tongue has swollen to the size of a melon.

"Um... no ma'am. I'm in my eighteenth spring and I have to do my pack responsibilities."

"Oh yes, those are very important. So what are your responsibilities, what is your role in the pack?"

"Um... I'm your new Omega, Luna. I'm here to serve you and the rest of the shewolves."

"Oh..." Luna's eyebrows rise. She steps back and looks at her. She is small for a grown female shifter, even if she is only eighteen, almost a foot shorter than most of them. Very petite with chocolate colored hair. She hopes this little one is much stronger than she looks. "What made you come here, Omega?"

Her tongue still feels too big for her mouth, but she answers her Luna. "Eric, ma'am, he had a long talk with me when he found me crying because... well one of the shewolves had just humiliated me. He told me what an honor it is to be the Omega and the huge responsibility it is." She looks to see Luna's reaction.

Luna is nodding. "Yes, he is correct. The Omega can actually set the tone for the pack, whether they are happy or not."

"He said that, Luna, and I had a hard time believing because of, well how the females treat me, but he explained how it was my responsibility to love them and to give them what they need. He said that I had to come to you first."

Luna presses her lips together trying not to laugh at the honesty of this girl as she turns to hang another sheet. "He did, did he?"

"Yes, he said you are the most important female and I should always make sure you are happy. Can I do anything to make you happy, ma'am. He explained my duties, of how I'm supposed to make you happy and I am prepared to do whatever you need."

The Luna is having a hard time keeping her laughter within her. The girl is so earnest in wanting to please. She will have to tell her Alpha to thank his Omega for her. She didn't think the girl would be quite so eager otherwise and it could only help the pack to have another Omega like Eric. Their Alpha had tried to talk to the other Alphas about our Omega and how things had transformed for the better within the pack. They didn't seem to want to listen. Change is hard for some.

"You have made me happy by coming here and showing me how eager you are to serve me and the pack. It is very important that you do your best, that you listen and remember what Eric told you. He knows the best way to be an Omega that is most beneficial to the Alpha and the pack."

"So there isn't anything I can do to help you?"

The girl sounded so disappointed. "Here, you can help me finish hanging the sheets, I would appreciate it."

The girl beams as she carefully pins the sheets up, careful to watch how the Luna likes it and doing it just like her. Yes, she might make it as an Omega.

The Luna had dismissed her and told her to go find someone else that needs her. She assured Ceta that she will call upon her if she is in need.

Ceta wanders around the compound unsure what to do next until she sees a shewolf woman pacing back and forth and grumbling under her breath. Ceta's skin prickles and the hair on her arms stands up. She straighters her shoulders as she approaches the shewolf. She lowers her head. "Ma'am, can I be of service, do you need me to help relieve your anger?" Ceta chokes, "You can take my hide if it would help you." The woman's jaw falls open as a good bit of her anger flies away as this slip of a girl offers her hide to her.

"No, that won't be necessary, but thank you. She reaches out and pulls the girl to her, Ceta's back to her chest, chin over her head, arms wrapped around her. The shifter growls and Ceta whimpers, putting her head back, showing her throat. The shifter lowers her head sniffing along the girl's shoulder and neck. She presses her teeth down, but doesn't draw blood. It stings and Ceta continues to whimper and stays perfectly still, being careful not to show any resistance. The shifter holds her there for a good long while, keeping her teeth on her as she growls, running her hands up and down the front of Ceta's body, squeezing her breasts and making Ceta flinch. Finally she lets her go after licking up the side of her neck.

"Thank you, Omega, I feel much better." The woman smiles and walks away."

That wasn't so horrible although Ceta had been terrified the shewolf would take her up on taking her hide. Maybe this isn't going to be so bad after all and then she sees Sharri, with her feral smile. Sharri shifts into a wolf and Ceta shifts as well. Sharri stalks her, taking her time making her way to her. Ceta gets down on the ground immediately, belly up, head back and doesn't move. The shewolf comes over to her growling and sniffing. Sharri's mouth opens and grabs Ceta's neck, something Ceta had never willingly allowed her to do before. Ceta whimpers loudly, but doesn't move. Sharri stands over her growling for a moment longer, snorts and then walks away.

Ceta doesn't move for a while after Sharri walks away. She can't believe it had worked. Sharri had been relentless in her teasing and finding ways to hurt her. Doing as Eric said to do, Sharri got bored and walked off since Ceta wouldn't fight back. Ceta shifted back into her human form and sat up smiling. She could do this and she could be happy like Eric. She continues looking for someone else to help.

That night after dinner, she tells her mother about her conversation with the Omega and with the Luna. Her mother beams, "Oh I'm so proud of you, Ceta, for embracing your role in the pack." Her mother wraps her arms around Ceta, holding her tightly, and tears flow down her cheeks knowing her cub is grown.

Her mother sniffs as she steps back. "Will you be moving to the Pack house then?"

Ceta had not thought about it, but if she is at the pack house, she will be there when the Luna needs her.

"Yes, I am." She says making up her mind in the moment. Her mother kisses her forehead.

"You will come to visit us, won't you?"

"Oh mother, you'd think I was moving away to another pack or something. I'm sure we will see each other all the time, but I will definitely be here for Wednesday's pot roast. I know how much I love it." Ceta grins.

Her mother beams, gives her another hug and helps her pack a bag of her things.

"You should go now, I hate long goodbyes and the Luna may need you. I'm so proud of you, Ceta!" Her mother pulls her to her for one last hug and then shoos her out the door.

As Ceta approaches the Pack house her skin prickles. She wonders if she should have waited and talked to Luna first before moving in. But she also knows that any of the adult shifters are welcome at the pack house at any time. She quietly lets herself in. She listens at each door and hears breathing or moans and whimpers at most of them.

The stairs at the end of the hall seem like the likely choice and Ceta climbs up them. At the first door she hears sniffling. She is almost positive someone is crying. She hopes she is right and that it is a shewolf. She knocks lightly. "Hello, Omega here, is there anything I can do to help?"

The sniffling stops for a moment and then a quiet, "Come in." whispers through the door. Ceta slowly pushes the door open and sees a beautiful shewolf with dark grey fur, sitting on the floor. Seeing her in her wolf form, Ceta closes the door and shifts. She gets down on her stomach, crawls to the shewolf, and turns over, showing her belly and neck to her.

The shewolf leans down and licks at her Ceta's muzzle and Ceta opens her mouth like she had seen the Omega do with the fighter. Heat instantly flairs through her as the shewolf's tongue flicks and plays within her mouth. Ceta tries to be still, but she's feeling little rushes running through her body creating a need deep within.

The shewolf moves away from her mouth and Ceta whimpers loudly wanting her to come back, but she remembers this isn't about her, this is about helping this shewolf. The shewolf nips at Ceta's fur, catching her nips as she makes her way down causing Ceta to groan and her breathing to catch.

The shewolf continues until she is licking at Ceta's heat and that is the most divine thing Ceta has ever felt. Ceta's tongue lolls out as sensations wash over her and then the shewolfs tongue moves again and Ceta wants to cry as her heat is aching. She then feels the shewolf's tongue in a place she didn't think tongues were suppose to go but, oh... it feels too good to try and stop her. Of course this is about the shewolf and not her. She moans and whimpers hoping she won't stop this time. She feels the shewolf's tongue push into her and she almost moves away as the feeling is so uncomfortable. But she remembers what Eric had told her, she must do whatever it is they want to do.

She takes a long, slow breath trying to relax and then the tongue pushes deeper and she starts to pant as it feels, it feels... and then the shewolf's nose is pushing at her swollen heat and that does it, she howls as her whole body tightens and convulses. Light and colors flash in her eyes. She feels like time stops as she is blown into a million little pieces.

Slowly awareness slips back in and she can feel the shewolf licking everywhere, cleaning both of her openings and then she nips her way back up to her mouth. Ceta didn't want to open her mouth when the shewolf licks at her muzzle but she knows she has to. When her tongue first licks over hers, she is surprised at the earthy taste. Her tail wags as she keeps her mouth open for as long as the shewolf likes. An ache grows between her legs again and she whimpers. The shewolf licks along her muzzle and then moves away, hopping up onto the bed. She looks back at the Omega expectantly. Ceta realizes she wants her to jump up onto the bed so she does. The shewolf snuggles into Ceta and Ceta snuggles into her.

Ceta's eyes open, she looks around and purses her mouth. This isn't her room. She jerks as the memories come rushing back. She throws the covers back, sensing she is alone in the bed and in the room.

Her bags are no longer on the floor by the door and she opens drawers and doors and finds her things have been put away. Whoever that had been had decided this was to be Ceta's room. The sun is already kissing the sky and she quickly showers and practically runs downstairs to the kitchen.

Eric is serving the men their breakfast. Luna is standing near the stove. "I can get that for you, Luna." Ceta quickly takes the plate from the Luna and fills it with a little bit of eggs, bacon, potatoes, and a biscuit. "Would you like to eat it at the table or did you have somewhere else in mind?"

The Luna smiles. "I was planning on taking it to my room." She reaches for the plate, but Ceta is already turning toward the hallway.

"I'll take it up for you. Do you want something to drink, orange juice, coffee?"

"I have coffee already, thank you." The luna doesn't resist and follows Ceta. Eric smiles after the Luna and Ceta, happy she is finding her way.

Ceta isn't sure where the Luna's room is, but she figures it is somewhere on the second floor. When she gets to the upper landing she steps aside so the Luna can go to the right room. The Luna stops at a familiar door and Ceta blanches. It had been the Luna last night? The Luna doesn't look back at her as she opens the door and steps inside.

Ceta walks to the middle of the room, holding the plate, breathing heavy, nose twitching and stepping from foot to foot. Why had the Luna put her things away if this is her room?

The Luna pulls out a folding table and sets it up in front of the chair in the corner by the window. Ceta sets the plate down on it and backs up while the Luna sits down to eat.

"I imagine you have questions."

"Um... I, it isn't for me to ask questions, ma'am, I am only here to serve." Though her curiousity was definitely peaked.

Her Luna smiles, but it doesn't touch her eyes. "I was given some bad news last night, my sister was killed. She lives with the Brenner pack and our Alpha wasn't available as he had to take a group of shifters to help them..."

"Oh Luna, I'm so sorry." Ceta steps toward her and rubs her head against her head, shoulder, arm, down to her hand and she sits on the floor, nuzzling her leg and hand while her Luna eats.

"It helped having you here last night. I didn't want to be in the Alpha's room without him there. It felt too big and empty. This is the room I use sometimes for myself, to get away from things."

Ceta moves to stand. "I will take my things to another room, ma'am."

The Luna halts her by gently pulling her back down to sit on the floor where she'd been. "No... I want you here. The Alpha... we have an arrangement."

Ceta frowns. They are a mated pair, bonded, what arrangement could they possibly have?

The Luna chuckles at her expression. "You have so much to learn, Omega. He and I love each other and are here for each other but he needs more than I can give. His Omega tends to him during those times. Now I have you, my own Omega, who can tend to me when he can't."

Ceta lets out a long breath and thinks about what the Luna has said. The Omegas are here to serve the pack, the Alpha and the Luna first. Keep them happy and the pack is happy.

"I understand Luna, I am here for you. I will take care of you."

"I didn't mean to fool you last night, I well, I was worried if you knew it was me you would behave differently and for one night it felt good to be like any other shewolf."

"Of course, ma'am, I was pleased to serve you even when I didn't know it was you. It was, surprisingly wonderful." She said quietly with awe in her voice.

Luna chuckles. "I take it that was your first time... someone tended to you that way?"

"Yes, ma'am. Eric made me understand that is one of my duties as well, but I must say, it certainly didn't feel like a duty." Ceta's cheeks redden.

A deep and genuine laugh bubbles up out of Luna, "Oh Ceta, you are so refreshing. Go now, get you something to eat and make your rounds. I won't need you again for awhile. I have my own duties to see to, but I do expect to see you here tonight after dinner. Please don't be late."

"No ma'am, I will be here, I promise." Ceta stands, leans down and rubs the side of her head to the side of the Luna's head and then hurries out of the room.

The day seems to drag on. Ceta finds herself thinking about last night and what the Luna will want from her tonight. She wants the day to be over so she can go to her. She walks from house to house, seeing if anyone needs any help. Often they put her to work changing diapers, hanging laundry, cleaning the kitchen and then they send her on her way with a lick to her neck or cheek.

By the third house an ache is growing in her chest. She realizes she will never have what these shewolves have. She won't be allowed to take a male as a mate as it would interfere with her role within the pack because she would be too busy taking care of him and soon after her cubs. She can only take comfort with a shewolf. She hadn't thought about that before and no one had mentioned it, but she knew the rules as well as the rest of the pack. The male Omega serves the men and wasn't allowed to get close to the women. Although their Omega had created something different with a dragon, or so she had heard, his first duty was still to the Alpha and to the pack.

The female Omega is here to serve the shewolves, and wouldn't be allowed to get close to a man, not unless she is going to leave the pack. She doesn't want to leave her pack, this is her home, the people she loves live here. She wouldn't be able to serve her Luna from another pack. Ceta sighs. This is her life and she is going to make the best of it.

That night Ceta made sure she was in the Luna's room before her. She sat on the edge of the bed, unsure what form she would prefer her in. She stood quickly as the Luna entered the room.

"Relax, Omega, there is nothing for you to fear or be nervous about tonight. I hear you've done very well today, the shewolves have been reporting back to me that you are a lovely and attentive Omega so far. You've done well on your first full day."

"Thank you, ma'am. That is good to hear."

"Omega, I'm going to shift and you are to stay in this form. Feel free to explore me as I explore you."

Ceta's cheeks redden and she doesn't quite know what to think. She hadn't ever seen any of the shewolves exploring together in opposite shapes. "Yes, ma'am."

The Luna shifts and nudges Ceta over to the bed. Ceta sits on the edge as the shewolf jumps up onto the bed. She nudges Ceta to move back and lie down. Ceta lies back squeaks out a little when she feels a sharp nip and then a lick around her hip. The Luna continues nipping and licking at her skin along her side. When she reaches her breast, Ceta is hold her breath. The Luna licks over her nipple, rubs her fur and her muzzle over it and then raises her head and looks into Ceta's eyes.

It is different, looking into the Luna's wolf eyes with her staying in human form. She is used to always changing when those around her change. She breathes deeply forcing herself to relax. This is what her Luna wants and this is what she will give to her. She smiles reassuringly to the Luna. Luna leans her head back down and lightly nips at the nipple. Ceta's breath catches as the mix of pain and pleasure surprise hercasuing her to moan. The Luna does the same to the other nipple and Ceta moans grow louder as she arches her back, wanting more. The Luna licks over both nipples and then nips at the again. A drop of blood appears on Ceta's left breast and the Luna licks it up. She begins nipping and licking down Ceta's belly and every other nip or so more blood drops appeared. Ceta is squirming with the mix of pain and pleasure. She never would have thought her non wolf body could feel this way.

The Luna nudges Ceta's legs apart with her muzzle and Ceta pulls them wide with her hands. The Luna rubs over the soft hairs covering Ceta's opening. The Luna taps at it with her nose and then looks up at Ceta. At first Ceta doesn't understand, but then she reaches down and pulls the outer lips apart. The Luna's tongue slowly licks from the moist opening all the way up to her nub. Ceta's back arches and she moans. She feels teeth rubbing over her nub and her breath quickens and then she feels a sharp nip on her inner thigh. Ceta's moans are getting louder as the Luna licks the drops of blood off of her thigh. The Luna leans over Ceta, grabs her hand with her mouth and places it over Ceta's nub. She understands, moistens her fingers and begins to tap her nub as the Luna begins lapping at her opening. Her tongue moves into her and Ceta taps faster. Ceta arches her back and presses her downward wanting more... more. Ceta's mouth opens and she begins to scream as the orgasm explodes through her and the Luna bites into her thigh.

When awareness comes back to Ceta, the Luna is no longer in wolf form and she is cuddled up next to her. Stroking her body. "You are such a delight, Ceta, such a delight."

Ceta had found a rhythm to serving the pack and her Luna. More and more of the shewolves learned that she would give them whatever they needed, willingly and lovingly so even when they dominated her, for the most part they were kind, but Ceta learned very quickly that she actually enjoys when they are rough.

Sharri had found others to torment and stayed clear of Ceta, but Ceta feels a responsibility toward her as she is a member of the pack. She also hopes that if she finds a way to tend to her, she will stop tormenting others. She decides to be daring. She knocks on Sharri's front door and steps back off the porch and waits. Sharri opens the door and growls, "What do you want! I have no use for you, Omega."

Ceta keeps her head lowered and eyes on the ground. "I came to offer you something different." Ceta swallows the bile rising in her throat. "I came to offer you my hide." She whispers.

Sharri's eyes widen and then a feral grin spreads across her face. "Really, now why would you want to do that? You may want to rethink this, as I will show you no mercy." She sneers.

"I know you won't. My hope is that if you beat me, you will leave the others alone."

"Fine, you show up here once a week, I will tie you between those two trees and beat you until my arm hurts. You do that, and I will leave the others alone."

"Y-yes ma'am."

"Wait here."

Sharri moves back inside and comes back out carrying rope and a leather belt. She saunters down the stairs and roughly grabs Ceta by the arm and yanks her to the trees. She intricately wraps the ropes around her arms from her elbows to her wrists, taking her time and then ties them, one to each tree. She did the same with her legs only starting at her thighs.

Ceta notices Sharri seems to get pleasure from tying her up. She puzzles over it. It wasn't that she was tying her up, it is the way she is tying her. She files it away for later. Ceta tries to relax her body as Sharri ties her last leg to the tree. Sharri had taken at quite some time to tie her up and there were already a few shewolves beginning to gather in the distance.

Sharri steps back behind her, not saying a word and swings the belt at her back. Ceta clamps her mouth shut as the sting radiates through her.

Sharri swings and hits her again. Ceta refuses to scream, but she can't hold back small sounds of pain. She trembles and jerks as she hits her a third time. Sweat is running down Ceta's face and chest as the belt comes down on her back again. Members of the pack are circling around, wondering what the Omega could have done to deserve such treatment. Murmurs are becoming louder.

Ceta opens her eyes and sees Eric standing about twenty feet away, frowning and then he turns and leaves. A few minutes later the Luna comes storming up.

"Sharri, hold! What is the meaning of this?"

Sharri got to her knees, head down. "She wanted me to, Luna, it was her idea."

"Ceta, tell me this isn't true, did you ask her to do this to you?"

Ceta's head nods up and down. Luna knows there has to be more to this, but she cannot technically interfere in the Omega's duties to the pack. She steps back.

"What are the terms?"

"I'm suppose to hit her until my arm hurts."

"I imagine your arm hurts, doesn't it." It wasn't a question.

"Yes, ma'am. It is quite sore."

"Then untie her, now!"

Sharri quickly moves to untie her and is able to remove them much faster than she tied them. Ceta falls to the ground. Luna forces herself to stay back. Ceta shifts into her wolf and runs off.

When the Luna had seen Ceta tied up she had felt the air leave her lungs as the belt had come down on her back. She glares at Sharri. "I can't stop you from punishing her if she offers her hide to you, but I would think long and hard about how others feel when they see you do that to her. She has become quite popular as she is the most giving person to each of the shewolves. They've never had someone treat them so well. So remember that, next time she offers herself to you, and the enemies you might be making at treating her so harshly." The Luna turns and walks stiffly, head high, back to the pack house as she shakes with anger.

The Luna found her in their room. Ceta immediately kneels at Luna's feet. "I'm so sorry Luna, I didn't think about what that would do to others to see that, to you. Please forgive me."

Luna takes a long, slow breath trying to stop the shaking. "Tell me why..."

"She is a bully, ma'am. She used to bully me all the time, but when I became Omega, and I started doing things the way Eric told me to do them, it wasn't fun for her anymore because I didn't react. I didn't fight back. I laid there, whimpering, perfectly still. She stopped bothering me after that but then I noticed how she was tormenting the other young ones and I couldn't stand it. I thought if I let her get her anger out on me, she would stop hurting them."

Luna sinks to the floor and pulls Ceta into her arms. "I don't know what we did to deserve you, Omega, but I'm so grateful you are here." She holds her, stroking her, and thankful that the red welts are gone because she had shifted into wolf and back.

The Luna and Ceta sit embracing each other for quite some time until the Luna speaks up. "I have something I need for you to do tomorrow, an errand. I have a friend that lives near the lake to the northeast. I normally go and see her once a month, but I'm not going to be able to do it this month. I want you to go instead as it will give everyone time to forget that scene today." She held Ceta's face in her hands and looked into her eyes. "I want you to treat her as part of the pack, to serve her as you would me." Luna gets up, walks to the nightstand, pulls out a note pad and begins writing. She puts it into an envelope and seals it and then hands it to Ceta.

"You are to give her this. It is not for you to read."

"Yes ma'am. Of course."

"You will be gone a week." She pulls out a sheet of paper and draws a map on it. "One of the fighters takes me and drops me off. He will take you and then be back for you in one week's time."

This was all sounding so mysterious to Ceta. "Why doesn't she come to visit you here if you can't go to her. I imagine she will be disappointed to see me instead of you." Ceta pictured an angry old woman that would be unbearable to be with for a whole week, unable to leave until the fighter comes back.

At this a large smile spreads across Luna's face.

"Oh, she will be quite pleased to see you, trust me, and though you may be shocked at first. You will love her as much as I do. Remember, you are to treat her, to serve her, as if she were me. And when you come back I expect to hear every detail of your visit."

"Yes, ma'am."

The next morning Luna spends an hour playing with Ceta's wolf. The Luna is going to miss her terribly, but she knows this will be good for Ceta. The Luna shifts into her wolf and licks at Ceta's muzzle until she opens to her. Ceta never knew how intimate and good this would feel. The fighter knocks on the door. "Come in." The Luna says as she nudges Ceta toward him and Ceta shifts back. Ceta bows deeply at the Luna and then turns and follows him out.

She runs behind the fighter over the different terrains, through groves of trees, open meadows and rocky areas. She knows it is going to take several hours for them to get there. She'd never run that long before, but she is strong in her wolf form and is determined to keep up. She doesn't even start to get tired until the last thirty minutes. She tells herself she can do it and she won't make the fighter stop. He finally stops at a towering rock overlooking a lake so large Ceta can't see the other side.

"You walk down this path to the water and wait. She will come to you. I will see you here in three days at the same time."

"Yes, sir, thank you for bringing me."

He chuckles. "You're welcome. You did very well for an Omega." He turns and runs off before she can ask him to explain.

Ceta starts down the path. She has to step carefully as it is a little steep. She is still in her wolf form and she has a small bag strapped around her that she could easily take off before shifting back to her human form. Luna hadn't told her which form she should meet her friend in. Ceta doesn't even know her name. She finally makes it to the shoreline and stands waiting. She looks around, but doesn't see any houses close by. She hasn't seen anything on the way here except for trees, lots of trees. It is unusually quiet and Ceta is pacing along the rocky beach. She doesn't hear so much as a bird, only the soft lapping of the water against the shore.

: Shift...:

Ceta jumps, startled as she doesn't know where the voice came from. Only her Luna and her Alpha can speak in her mind until she is mated, if she is ever mated.

: Shift...:

Ceta shimmies the bag off and shifts. She picks up the bag and waits. She sees something floating on the water and as it gets closer her body trembles.

: You are not Luna. :

Ceta tries to remember it is her Luna who has sent her and she wouldn't send her into harms way.

: No, I am Ceta, her friend. She couldn't be here and she asked me to come and visit you. She sent a note. : She didn't know how it was going to read it. She thinks she hears a faint chuckle in her head.

A slender, blue head and neck bob up and down in the water and what looks like tentacles moving around it, out about ten feet from it. Ceta breathes slowly, trying to steady herself. As it approaches the shore, it shifts into a beautiful, slender, blue woman. Ceta couldn't help it, she can't take her eyes off of her.

"You have a note?"

"Uh... oh, yeah, sorry." She shook her head and pulled the envelope out of her bag and handed it to the blue woman standing in front of her. She took it, held it to her nose, smiled and then opened it. She crumples it up, holds it out in her hand, blows on it and it turns to ash in the wind. What had Luna gotten her into?

"Put the strap over your shoulder and neck and then hold onto me in the water, don't worry about how you will breathe, I will breathe for you." The woman holds out her blue hand and Ceta numbly takes it. As they step into the water the woman shifts back into her other form. One of the tentacles that was about a foot around, wraps around Ceta's middle, but not too tight. It almost feels like a hug.

The tentacle brings her to its head and its mouth opens and clamps over her mouth and nose. It feels uncomfortable to breathe and she keeps holding her breath as they are now underwater.

: Breathe, Ceta... safe. :

Ceta tries, but it is difficult. After a few minutes she relaxes into it. She doesn't even know where she is taking her. She hears a faint chuckle again. It must be this blue woman. She still doesn't know her name.

: Zelora :

: Your name is, Zelora? :

: Yes... :

: Thank you, it's... nice to meet you, Zelora. :

She heard the faint chuckle again.

: It is pleasure... :

It seems the creature is unable to speak as clearly as the woman form could speak. Suddenly their heads are above water and Zelora removes her mouth from her face. Ceta has never been so happy to be able to breathe on her own again. They are in some kind of underwater cave. Light comes down from above where there are small, or large as she can't tell so high up, openings where the sun shines through. Zelora swims them over to the shore and she lifts her tentacled body up and sits Ceta down on a rock. There were crystals, rocks, and shells all over the place. The tentacle let her go and the blue woman was standing before her. She didn't even see her shift.

"So, you are mine for the next week."

Ceta remembers what her Luna had said to treat her as if she were her Luna. "Yes, I am yours, Zelora. I will serve you and tend to you."

Zelora is only an inch or so taller than Ceta and she circles Ceta, looking up and down appreciatively. "You are quite lovely, Luna did well choosing you for me." Zelora reaches out and lightly pinches Ceta's left nipple and Ceta was very careful not to flinch. "Yes, very well indeed.

Ceta wonders if she can ask questions.

"You may ask. Maybe I will answer."

"You can read all of my thoughts?"

"Yes." Zelora pulls Ceta over to an area behind the rocks. There are all types of blankets and pillows and that are all so soft. She wonders how she got them here.

"Luna brought them for me."

Zelora pulls her down next to her on the blankets and strokes her fingers and hands down her arms.

"What are you?"

"Zelora."

Ceta chuckles. "Okay."

"One more question." Zelora tells her.

"Why am I here?"

"Mmmmm, because Luna knows I love beautiful women." She shifts into the blue tentacled creature. She is surrounded by Zelora. The tentacles softly wrap around her arms and legs, her body, and her neck. Ceta instinctively puts her head back, submitting to her.

An impossibly long thin tongue comes out of her mouth and licks over Ceta's breasts, up her chin and into her mouth. She holds her mouth open for her, letting her explore.

: Submissive... niiiice... :

Ceta relaxes her body further, trying to give Zelora what she wants. Trusting that her Luna wants this for her and Zelora won't hurt her.

: No hurt.... pleasure. :

Her tongue is sliding along the ruff of her mouth. It is silky soft and Ceta likes the way if feels in her mouth as it moves over her teeth and back to her tongue. And then it slides back and Ceta squirms.

: Relax... submit... :

Ceta forces herself to relax as Zelora's tongue slowly moves down her throat. Ceta realizes she can breathe through her nose and forces herself to relax further.

: mmmmm... goood...:

She doesn't understand it, but the more she submits to her, the more her body heats up and the ache between her legs grows. She knows Zelora hears her as her legs are being pulled gently apart as wide as they will go, with her knees bent.

: Feeeel... :

One of her tentacles slipped into her moist opening and Ceta feels strange and incredible at the same time. It pushes up into her, filling her completely, stretching her. She moans.

: mmmmm... yeeessss.... :

Her impossibly long tongue slides back out of her mouth, down her body and flicks at her nub making Ceta jerk.

: Relaxxx... :

Ceta closes her eyes and takes a long slow breath as Zelora's tongue keeps flicking at her nub. Ceta's toes curl and tentacles wrap around her feet. She then feels one of the tentacles at her other opening and she reflexively tenses.

"I'm sorry." She breathes and forces herself to relax.

: Sweet Cetaaa...:

The tentacle breaches the hole and slowly moves into her. Ceta is panting, whimpering, moaning. A tentacle wraps around her stomach, up and over her breasts. Her whole body is wrapped in Zelora. Another tentacle enters her mouth and Ceta reflexively starts sucking on it.

: So goooood...:

Every hole is filled, and Zelora is still flicking at her nub with her tongue. She doesn't know why, but she feels like she has to ask.

:Ma'am, Zelora, I'm so close... may I have an orgasm?:

"Yessss.... many....:

Ceta's eyes roll back as a rush zings through her and her orgasm explodes through her and she arches her back. Zelora takes her body and soul someplace, she doesn't know where, but she feels things that she would have thought impossible. She can't think, she can only feel as her body flows up and down, back and forth, inside and out. One orgasm moves into the next, and the next, and the next. She loses count until she blacks out.

Ceta slowly opens her eyes and stretches. Zelora as the blue woman is lying beside her, stroking her, kissing her.

"You are perfect. I owe Luna so much for sending you to me. Tell me you will come back, another time."

"If Luna allows it, yes, I will visit you again. How could I not."

Zelora laughs a soft tinkling sound that seems to dance across Ceta's skin.

"I'd like to see your wolf now."

Ceta shifts instantly. Zelora strokes her fingers through her fur. "You are so soft. You are still young, yes?"

"Eighteenth spring."

"You are still a baby."

"How old are you, Zelora."

"Hundreds of years... I lost count."

Zelora's hands are all over her, petting her, and then they slide down, exploring her moist opening. Ceta whimpers and puts her head back. Zelora's fingers move within her, seeming to grow longer, filling her up, more fingers are invading her dark hole but she doesn't care anymore, everything feels so good. Zelora feels so good.

Zelora's impossibly long tongue comes out of her mouth and licks at her muzzle. Ceta opens her muzzle and Zelora's tongue did such delicious things to her mouth until she is howling and Zelora is once again doing whatever she does and Ceta is riding wave after wave of orgasms, they all flow together until she passes out.

Before Ceta opens her eyes, she can feel she is alone and she shifts back into her human form. A few minutes later Zelora, the creature, is bobbing in the water with one tentacle wrapped around a fish. She lays it on the rock, gets out and shifts into the woman. She blows on the fish and Ceta's mouth waters as the aroma of cooked fish suddenly fills the cave.

"Come, eat with me."

Ceta quickly moves to her and sits next to her. Zelora picks up a piece and holds it before Ceta's lips. Ceta opens her mouth and Zelora slides it in, leaving her fingers until Ceta closes her lips around them and Zelora slowly pulls them out.

"You are so perfect."

Ceta's cheeks redden. She is thinking Zelora is the perfect one. Zelora laughs that beautiful laugh that caresses Ceta's skin. A week of this, and she will be goo by the time she leaves. Zelora laughs again and then slides another piece of the fish into her mouth. She feeds her half the fish this way, eating the other half in between Ceta's bites. Zelora leans forward and lightly blows over Ceta's nipples. The heat makes them harden and tingle, but not burn.

"How do you do that, breathe heat that can also burn?"

"How do you shapeshift? It is just something I can do." Zelora slips another piece of fish into Ceta's mouth.

Ceta swallows it and then asks, "Where do you come from?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes..."

"Alright, I come from another galaxy. There was a power play on my planet and I was cast out, abandoned here, never to see my home or my people again."

Ceta's heart hurt for her. She couldn't imagine never being able to see Luna, her home, or the rest of the pack again.

"It was a long time ago, sweet Ceta, and I am lucky to have found those who enjoy spending time with me and let me do wicked things to them." She chuckles as she pushes Ceta's knees apart, squats down in front of her, pulls her inner lips open and slowly blows over her nub.

"Oooooo..." Ceta's eyes close as heat rushes through her body.

Zelora pulls her back to the blankets, shifts into the tentacled creature and it all begins again. The woman doesn't seem to need rest. Luckily she lets Ceta sleep, but as soon as she wakes, it begins again. The creature takes her human form and the blue woman takes her wolf.

On the last day she snuggles with Ceta, woman to blue woman. Her fingers dance over her skin, plucking at her nipples and biting her neck.

"I will miss you, Ceta. I've enjoyed this week with you. I know you will miss me too."

Ceta chuckles. "Yes, I will definitely miss you. I don't know how Luna is ever satisfied with her Alpha after being here with you."

"Yes, I spoil my women for others."

Ceta couldn't help but wonder how many women there had been over the years. Zelora laughs and nuzzles her neck and head.

"More than I can count, but Ceta, you are among the most precious. I will always remember you. There have been a few over the years that have been so remarkable that I never forget them. You are such a woman.

Ceta's cheeks redden again. She doesn't know what is so special about her. She doesn't even do anything except open to her, submit to her.

"Yes, not many can do that so completely, to put your life in another's hands, or tentacles." She giggles. "You are exactly what your Luna said you would be."

"What... did she say I would be?"

"She said you would serve me like no other, that you would completely and totally submit to me the way I like it. Even she cannot completely let go. Not like you can. It is like the breath of life. That is what you have given me.

Ceta doesn't have any trouble breathing on the way back. She completely trusts Zelora, now. Back on the shoreline, Zelora hugs her and then brings Ceta's left wrist up to her mouth. Her teeth puncture it and Zelora drinks from her. A loud buzzing swirls through Ceta's head. Zelora then nips at her own wrist and holds it to Ceta's mouth. Ceta only hesitates for a moment and then takes her wrist and drinks from it. It doesn't taste like blood as Ceta knows it to be, more like nectar or honey. She feels it slide down her thoat, coating her stomach and feels almost an electric charge rush through her. She breathes deeply to steady herself. Ceta notices the wound on her own wrist has already healed, although there is a tiny mark that almost looks like a coiled tentacle.

"I know I cannot be your mate, you must serve your pack. But this," and she points to Ceta's and her own wrists. "will protect you and connect us in a deeper way so that I can visit you in your dreams. All you have to do is say my name and I will hear you. I wouldn't suggest calling me when you have someone else in your bed. They will know you are with another. After I leave you, and I must before the fighter gets here, change into your wolf. Goodbye sweet woman, shifter, wolf." She kisses her one more delicious time and then she is gone.

Ceta shifts into her wolf and shimmies the bag over her. She makes her way back to the rock and waits for the fighter. It isn't long, about an hour and he looks pleased to see her as he smiles at her.

"Ready?"

"Yes." She glances over her shoulder at the water one last time. She thinks she sees her, below the surface of the water, looking up at her. : Goodbye, Zelora. I hope to see you soon even if it is only in my dreams. : She hears a soft chuckle, but nothing else. She turns and follows the fighter back to the pack house.

They arrive several hours later, around dinner time. Ceta feels a deep exhaustion and hopes she can sleep soon.

"The Luna stipulated that you were to go directly to your room and wait for her there. She will bring food with her."

"Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to pick me up."

"I follow orders just like you, but it was definitely a pleasure, Omega. If you were available I'd ask to see you, but I know as an Omega that isn't allowed. Do you think you will always be an Omega? Have you ever thought to have a different role so you could have a mate?"

If he had asked her that before this trip, she might have said maybe. But now, she knew she couldn't be something she wasn't. Zelora helped her realize her true gift to others and it is being who she is. She can't be anything else.

"I am flattered, but I will always be an Omega."

Sleep claims Ceta as soon as she lies down, but not before she notices the mark is still on her wrist, shifting hadn't removed it. She lightly rubs it as she falls asleep. The Luna comes in and smiles. She remembers her first time back from seeing Zelora, she could have slept for a week. She sets the plate of food on the nightstand and carefully crawls in next to her in the bed. Ceta murmurs and curls into her.

"Mmmmmm, oh Luna, she was magnificent." She mumbles into the Luna's neck. "Thank you for such a wonderful gift." Even though Ceta thoroughly enjoyed her time with Zelora, she did miss her Luna and is grateful to be home and in her arms again.

The Luna softly chuckles. "I knew you would enjoy her and her you. Sleep now, I know how tired you must be. We can catch up later." The Luna pulls Ceta closer and immediately hears her breathing deepen and knows she has drifted back into sleep.

Ceta is alone in her bed for the first time in awhile. Not only has Luna been in her bed a lot, but many of the shewolves have started coming to look for her ever since she came back from seeing Zelora. It's like they can feel a difference in her and they are drawn to it even more than before. Sharri avoids eye contact now and won't even respond when Ceta speaks to her. She has also noticed that she isn't harassing the young ones anymore. She still doesn't look happy. Ceta is determined to discover what will bring joy into her life. Tonight though she is tired and realizes she hasn't been alone in weeks.

: Zelora... I'm here for you. : Ceta calls to her as she lightly rubs the mark on her wrist.

: Mmmmm, goooood. :

That surprises Ceta, she wasn't expecting to be able to hear her. She closes her eyes and can already feel Zelora's presence around her. She takes a long slow breath trying to will herself to sleep.

: Sleeeeeep.... :

Ceta feels a weightlessness come over her and she knows she is drifting off. She can see Zelora lying next to her, her arms pulling her close and then she shifts, her tentacles lovingly wrapping around her, holding her close, around her legs, arms, and around her stomach all the way up to her breasts. She moans and wiggles. Zenora takes her time, her long tongue traces every part of her, flicking across her nipples as her tentacles squeeze them up between them and she fills up every opening Ceta has. Ceta arches her back as the first wave of orgasms move through her.

A knocking pulls Ceta up and out of sleep. She looks around confused and hears the knocking again as she sees the light streaming through the window.

"Yes?" She says as she pulls herself out of bed.

Amelia walks into her room looking at the floor. "Ma'am, are you busy?"

"No, what can I do for you?" Ceta thinks the shewolf is behaving strangely, normally when they come to her, they are ready to dominate her, but the way this one is behaving, well, like she wants to be dominated.

Ceta takes a chance and whispers, "On your knees." The shifter drops and puts her head to Ceta's feet, whimpering.

Interesting. "Tell me what you want."

"Ma'am, I...."

Ceta doesn't know what possesses her but Eric had told her to follow her instincts so she sits on the woman's back. Not hard, just enough that the woman feels her weight. She groans and whimpers. She leans over and whispers into Amelia's ear, "Do you like to be tied up?"

"Oh, yes ma'am." The woman whispers and moans.

Ceta turns her body around while still sitting on her and rubs her hand over the woman's bottom. She groans and whimpers. Ceta is following her gut. She slaps the woman's bottom and she whimpers louder. She slaps her again and the woman is moaning while she wiggles her behind. Ceta rubs over her bottom, slides her fingers down and slips two into her moist heat. She slaps her again as she strokes inside her folds and around her nub. The shifter is groaning and wiggling. Ceta keeps on until the shifter tightens up and her orgasm has her clamping down on her fingers.

She lightly rubs over the woman and then slides off of her. The shewolf shifts and lies on her back, showing her belly and her neck. Ceta runs her hands through the fur from her dripping opening up to her throat, holding her hand there firmly, but not hard. The shewolf whimpers. She holds her like that for awhile.

"Amelia, I want you to meet me at the courtyard tomorrow morning right after breakfast."

"Y-yes ma'am."

"Go on now. I have others I have to take care of."

"Thank you, ma'am." And she left the room.

A vague memory of Zelora drifts through her mind. She feels a tingle move through her as she remembers their night together. Ceta smiles as she fingers her scar and hopes they can do that again real soon.

: Me too. :

: Can you always hear me? : Ceta wonders.

: Only when you think of me, sweet woman, shifter, wolf. :

Ceta smiles. : Well, maybe I'll have to think of you more often. :

She hears a soft chuckle and then knows Zelora is gone, for now.

The next morning she meets up with Amelia in the courtyard and asks her more questions. When she is satisfied, she has her follow her to a house not far from the courtyard.

Ceta walks up and knocks on the door. She hears someone on the otherside of to the door, but she doesn't open it. "What do you want?" The woman says through the door.

"I have something for you, something I think you are going to like. Let me come in."

Sharri tentatively opens the door. She doesn't look good, shadows lurk under her eyes. Ceta pushes past her and Amelia obediently follows. Sharri stares at them still standing holding the door open.

"Close the door Sharri, I need to talk to you."

Sharri finally closes the door, but stands in the entry to the living room and leans against the arch, folding her arms across her chest.

"Amelia, kneel."

Amelia drops to her knees in front of Ceta. Sharri's eyebrows rise and she moves a little closer.

"Shift"

Amelia shifts into her wolf and whines as she rolls over showing her belly and her neck. Ceta leans over, wraps a collar around her neck and attaches a leash. She then hands the leash to Sharri.

"She likes bondage and humiliation with moderate spanking as pleasure and punishment." She looks at Sharri. "Do you think you can keep the punishment moderate?"

Sharri is having trouble breathing. "Is this for real?"

Ceta takes the leash and forces Amelia to follow her as she pulls the leash and leads her to the carpet.

"Is this rug washable?"

Sharri nods.

"Rub your bottom on the carpet."

The shewolf whimpers but she scooches her bottom on the carpet. "Clean the rug." The shewolf starts licking it up.

"Pee on the rug..."

"Stop. Okay, I get the idea." Sharri holds her hand out.

Ceta hands the leash back to Sharri. "She wants you to force her to walk around the compound with her leash and collar in her wolf form. If she does anything you don't like..." Ceta goes to Sharri, takes her hand and maneuvers her around Amelia.

"Shift, Amelia." Amelia shifts, but stays on all fours.

She motions for Sharri to straddle her. Sharri carefully straddles the woman and the woman whimpers. A slow smile curls up on one side of Sharri's lips. Ceta takes Sharri's hand and rubs it over the woman's bottom and she moans. Sharri gets what she is trying to tell her and slaps the woman's bottom moderately. Amelia groans. Sharri's face lights up and she looks at Ceta. Sharri trembles and Ceta motions for her to continue. Sharri slaps the woman's bottom again and the woman groans louder.

Ceta leans over and whispers into Sharri's ear. "Get your rope."

"Oooooh, really?" Sharri moans with a look of sweet pleasure on her face.

"Yes, she would love your rope work all over her body."

A shiver runs through Sharri and she turns to leave the room. Ceta sits on the woman while Sharri is gone and she strokes her hand through Amelia's hair. Sharri comes back a few minutes later with a lot of rope. Ceta moves to the couch. She doesn't want to leave until she knows that they are both alright.

Sharri tentatively wraps the rope around the woman's arm and the woman moans. Sharri continues slowly wrapping each arm, each leg, and then binds the woman's legs and arms to her body. The woman is moaning deeply. Ceta watches and can tell Sharri is quite expert at tying the ropes without cutting off circulation. Only binding the person in such a way that it is certainly pleasing Amelia. When she is finished, Sharri is trembling.

She sits next to Amelia and strokes her, sliding her fingers into her mouth. Amelia sucks on them and Sharri moans. her other hand slides over the ropes on her back to her bottom that is sticking up. She slaps it once, twice and then slides her fingers into the woman's moist heat. The woman sucks on Sharri's fingers harder. Sharri continues slapping and stroking until the woman is crying out, her body tightening, and convulsing around Sharri's fingers as she sucks harder on the ones in her mouth. Slowly the woman's body relaxes and Sharri is stroking her hair, telling her how precious she is, how lovely, how perfect. Amelia is almost purring.

Sharri slowly and methodically unwinds the rope until Amelia is free of them. Sharri pulls her into her lap and soothes her. holding her, rocking her. Sharri's face is glowing. Ceta gets up, stands over Sharri, leans down and kisses the top of her head.

Sharri's hand comes up and grabs Ceta's hand, lightly squeezing she looks up and mouths the words, "Thank you, Omega."

Ceta smiles and leaves them alone to comfort each other as they learn their new roles together. She walks slowly back to the main house, shoulders back, head high and grinning. She had thought this would be the worst position to have within the pack, but it turns out it is the best and now she can't imagine any other life.

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There are possibilities for this story to continue or it could end here. Let me know if you'd like to read more of Ceta's story and what Zelora meant about her bite protecting her. I have also thought about exploring Zelora's story.