Disclaimer: This is a setup chapter. There is mind control and sex, yes, but it's mostly just teasing, and it ends on a cliffhanger. Sorry to disappoint, but I figured you'd like a heads-up! —GigglingGoblin
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Monstrous Ranch, Part Two
... To be honest, my dear sister, I'm having trouble remembering the events of yesterday after the holstaur. It was all a blur. The milk had some lingering effects, I suppose. I next awoke in my bed, in the arms of my puppies. The puppy lust sprites, I mean. And once I was in bed with them... well, sorry to get explicit, sister, but it was very difficult to get out of bed after that.
Sometimes I feel almost trained by them. I'm writing this letter now in early morning before breakfst, and it's almost Pavlovian how they can get me to los trrrakc of t____
Senya moaned as his puppies held him down, pinned to the soft bed, and licked another orgasm from his throbbing cock. The cum spurted out, and they lapped it all up, like... like puppies eating up a spilled treat. The pleasure was exquisite, but somehow, their coos and whimpers of delight were even better. It felt strangely wonderful, pleasing his puppies. He wanted to do it every morning. And every night. And every minute of every day.
"P-puppies," he gasped, in between licking out the blonde puppy girl's cunt, "Master needs to—
mm
—needs to go do work now!"
Mmm...
But all they had to do was pout and whine at him, with those adorable sad expressions and big, wide eyes, and he just... he couldn't bring himself to push them away. He just kept licking, delighting in his puppy's moans of pleasure.
He watched from the corner of his eye as they descended back on his cock, knowing grins on their faces. They were giggling once more, no doubt at his total helplessness to fight them off. But why would he want to fight? His puppies only wanted to make him happy.
He whimpered and whispered his praise as they started licking once more. They loved it when he praised them. It made them lick him even more eagerly, which made him praise them more, which made them lick him...
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Senya had gotten up at 5:30, aiming to quickly write the letter and get out the door. It was 7:35 when Bobbin knocked at the door, shooed away his lovers, and convinced him to get out of bed.
"I suppose you're annoyed at me for letting them push me around," Senya mumbled as they descended the stairs.
Bobbin smiled. "Not at all, Master."
He frowned. "But you were yesterday morning."
She shrugged and hopped up, sliding a ways down the banister on her pert ass. "That was yesterday morning. Besides, you had a long day yesterday. I have no problem with them reinforcing, um... healthier dynamics."
"Healthier than Mo—the holstaur, you mean."
"Mm." She winced a little as he almost said the pet name.
Once again, breakfast was exquisite—thick, crispy waffles with jam, and sausages on the side. Oh, and a fruit salad, naturally.
"No maple syrup this morning?" Senya asked, popping a slice of tasty pink fruit into his mouth. "I like having a sweetener for my waffles."
"None today," Bobbin said curtly, applying a liberal coating of butter to her toast. "Out of syrup."
"Honey, maybe?"
Bobbin looked up at him, her expression unreadable, then popped a strip of bacon in her mouth. "I think it would be best if you curb that sweet tooth a bit." She swallowed. "Just finish your breakfast. I need to go check on Jerrod, and you need to head to the vineyard."
Senya froze mid-chew. "The vineyard? You mean... Tricin?"
"Hm." Bobbin leaned over and forked one of Senya's little waffles over to her plate before he could react. "Personally, I'd try to avoid the lamia herself. Just talk to the fairies. All I need is the day's harvest."
"By myself?" Senya hadn't meant for his voice to come out quite so small.
"You and a few hundred fairies." Bobbin smirked. "Don't worry. Tricin likes to play the big tough domme, but deep down, she's a good girl. Plus, right now, she's still recovering from her punishment. They're probably teasing her mercilessly in some hole right now." She giggled at the entendre.
Seya chewed on a bit of sausage cartilige. "Why?:"
"Revenge." Bobbin shrugged. "And... just horny glee. She has them all really well-hypnotized, but fairies have a tendency for what's called
smooth minds
. Brainwashing is easy-come, easy-go. Right now, they're mostly free, but they can't resist the urge to take petty revenge. It's part of their Primal Code."
"Primal—" Senya stopped himself midway, partially remembering. It was a fey thing. Sort of like instinct, but more binding, as he understood it. Not too unlike his ex-partner's almost superstitious need to rearrange furniture whenever he got stressed. A compulsion.
Bobbin hadn't noticed his interruption. "So they'll bind her, and tease her and tickle her until she ties herself up in knots trying to handle it. And then she'll regain the upper coil, and they'll regret it." Her fingers climbed beneath the table, and Senya saw her breaths grow slightly heavier. "Or they won't. It's... well, it's pretty much something to see."
She rocked back and forth for a moment or two, clearly teasing herself, then took her hand away, now a bit slick with juices. Senya was impressed at her restraint. He almost wondered why Bobbin would edge herself on purpose, but quickly decided what his employee did in her free time to ease tensions was none of his business.
He chose his next words carefully. "Bobbin... back with Tricin, the fairies were still able to brainwash me and hypnotize me, with Tricin's help. Are they going to hypnotize me again?"
"They shouldn't." But Bobbin's voice didn't ring of the sort of confidence Senya longed to hear. "It's very important that you be careful. Don't eat or drink anything strange, don't stare at them too long, and whatever you do, do not fall for the 'panties on the doorknob' trick."
Senya blinked. "Wait, wh—"
"Trust me," she muttered, "you only have to fall for it once to never want to fall for it again."
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"Is that all you need?"
the most forward of the fairies buzzed. The little creature's windswept red hair wafted around her as she hovered before Senya's eyes, a big happy smile on her face, her own vaguely insectile eyes gleaming with absolute delight.
"Yes, ma'am!" Senya chirped, hefting the second large basket of dark purple grapes. "I'll take this right back to the, uh, the house!"
The several hundred fairies swirled around him, giggles echoing throughout the swarm.
"Are you sure?"
they vibrated.
"Don't you need any more... help?"
Their colors shifted and writhed like gorgeous prismatic waves.
Senya swayed a moment, lost in the swirling patterns. He hesitated, watching the countless pigments glitter in the morning sunlight. "I... y-yes. I am very sorry, but with all due respect, I do not require any more aid."
Bobbin had coached him on how to be polite to forest fey like fairies. So far, it was a bit frustrating. Formality did not come naturally to Senya. He and his sister were more accustomed to breaking market stalls and offering to fix them in exchange for lunch than, well, asking for lunch politely. Anya was a wealthy mage now, of course, and Senya... apparently owned a ranch, but it was nonetheless difficult.
But the fairies didn't seem offended. The blonde flitted up and planted a ticklish little kiss on his nose, making his head spin like he'd been hit by a wave. "You're so sweet!" she cooed. "It's okay. We'll see you tomorrow, honey?"
"S-sure." But as Senya turned away, he paused. Something in her phrasing made him feel... uneasy. What was it?
Sweetie.
Sweet boy.
Honey.
After a moment, he shook himself. He was just being foolish. He looped the handles of the two massive baskets onto the yoke and headed out, his back hunched beneath the heavy load. Eager to minimize the time he spend carrying the grapes, he decided to start down a faster route this time, rather than the curiously roundabout path Bobbin had sent him down.
But as he caught a glimpse of the tall hill in the distance, the strange sense of deja vu returned. He'd seen that hill plenty of times since his arrival, but now something felt... off. Had he just never appreciated the beautiful view? The clover trees really were a striking shade of purple.
Wait, how did he knew they were clover trees? Senya rubbed his forehead, face growing warm. These fey were messing with his mind.
It was probably a fairy trick. He decided not to risk lingering in Tricin's territory—even if she wasn't a threat now, he had the weird feeling that she would be offended if she learned he'd dealt with her fairies without first yielding once more to her wondrous hypnotic embrace.
And he didn't want to offend Tricin. Like most of the fey on this Ranch, he had a feeling she would only take such behavior as a challenge. Or, worse, she would decide to 'punish' him for it.
Or maybe that's what I want,
said that dark voice in his mind again.
Gods, imagine her 'punishing' me... trapped in her coils, unable to resist, unable to...
Senya quickly became quite lost in these thoughts, oblivious to his surroundings. He knew he needed to shut them out, somehow, but something about them was just intoxicating.
As he wandered down the path, he suddenly noticed a loud purring from behind him. He jumped, turning to behold a gorgeous dark-haired woman. She had a nubile form, bright catlike eyes, a long fuzzy tail, and a pair of tufted cat ears atop her head. She wore a very short green skirt and a pale blouse that didn't even cover half her torso.
It took Senya a strangely long time to remember Valina, the catgirl who had seduced him his first day here.
She clasped her hands behind her back, giggling at his reaction. "Ooh, sorry! Kitten didn't mean to
frighten
Master."
Senya tried to regain his cool. He remembered the last time they'd met, and spotted that collar, with its little bell on it. For some reason, seeing that bell gave him comfort.
"Master is feeling better, I trust?" she asked, licking her lips—and reminding him of her long, rough tongue. "Master does not need me now?"
"Um... no." Senya cleared his throat, feeling his face heating up. Valina was staring right at his cock, which he noted with a start had gone rock-hard and was pointed right at her. "Not today."
"Aw." She gave a meek nod. "Kitten understands. Kitten was very naughty last time."
"You, uh..." Senya bit his lip. "You're feeling better now, then? I mean... well, different."
"Mm. Different." She gave a big smile, eyes half-closing. "Kitten feels... fixed! Kitten was getting so silly. She gets so silly when she isn't disciplined enough. But Kitten has learned her lesson." She leaned in, beaming at him. "Kitten will be a good girl now for Master. But... if Master wants to make Kitten a
better
