Goblin's Note: This is the penultimate chapter of the story. Don't start here.
As a big ol' summary: Mommy the holstaur has acquired the Verdant Star, a gemstone which has been magically "hacked" (through nymph tickling) to channel all its power through its wielder and grant them great mind control powers. Bobbin and Jerrod are readying to face Mommy and Miss Scarlet, determined to regain control over their highly profitable "prison". Meanwhile, Senya's sister Anya and a doppelganger and kitsune face off against Lala, Lata and Sylvia, Thriae who seek to summon their whole hive down to claim the Ranch's inhabitants.
Outside the gates, a group of the native warriors known as the Crows are marching towards the Ranch, led by a shapeshifting cat fey named Komori (not to be confused with Kemuri, a hookah-smoking gancanagh also working with the Crows). Their purpose is ambiguous, but they are no friends to the Masters, and have been collaborating with Valina and Mommy to some extent.
With no further ado, let's get right to it.
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"That's enough of this." With a heady sigh, Kemuri the gancanagh blew a great puff of sweet smoke into the air.
The smoke drifted up into a colorful cloud of around ten fairies, and as it suffused them, their insectile eyes slowly grew dazed and confused. Their flashing lights became slower and dimmer, and Kemuri noticed the mortal Crows recovering slightly from the hypnosis the fairies had put them under.
"Good sweets," Kemuri cooed—not unkindly, in his opinion—as the pretty little things slowly wafted down. He appreciated the male fairies' bodies aesthetically, of course, but as a gancanagh, it was his nature to favor the female form, and so he ogled
their
nubile bodies eagerly. "Easy does it.
Eeeasy
does it."
Nearby, the snail-like sazae-oni giggled, petting the four fairies who had gotten stuck in her soft, sticky, massive cleavage. "Goood
sweeeets
," she sang, her voice as unpleasantly mosquito-like as ever—though to her victims, Kemuri knew, it would sound as melodic as a songbird's.
Meanwhile, the cat fey Komori was walking around, her tail flicking behind her, as she painstakingly awoke every mortal—and some of the fey, including a rookie catgirl and a bamboo dryad—from the fairies' spell. "We have to hurry," she remarked, as she snapped her fingers in the face of a dazed-looking older human. "If they have fairies patrolling, they must know someone's coming. Or things are completely destabilizing."
Kemuri patted the sword at his hip and nodded. Seng was already stomping towards the gate, the jami's eyes peeled for any additional winged marauders. None yet—at least so far—but Kemuri respected Seng's caution. The bigfooted lout.
"Be careful," Komori said. The bakeneko hurried after Seng. Kemuri and the others rushed to catch up as they drew near the gate, which was currently ominously open.
"Why?" Seng asked, raising an eyebrow as she examined the gate. "Can't you tell? The wards are down."
A murmur went through the human Crows, but to Komori and the fey, this was not news. "I know that," she said, drawing level with Seng next to the wall, "but we still aren't sure exactly what—"
And Komori cut off abruptly. Her head jerked, as though a fly had startled her. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped them. She blinked rapidly.
She and Seng both swayed slightly. A split-second later, Kemuri felt it, too, and he gasped as the strange force washed over him like warm, molten butter.
Behind him, he heard the catgirl whimpering. The fairies on the ground were moaning, too weak-willed from the smoke to even hope to resist this new threat.
But Kemuri did try. He felt the force pressing on his mind, and with an angry puff on his hookah, he tried. Submission was unnatural to a gancanagh. He felt that soft, gentle grip, and stubbornly thrashed against it.
He heard the fairies whispering something in a chorus he couldn't quite make out. Whatever it was, it made his knees weak.
"What..." The snail girl was panting. "What
iiiiis
..."
The catgirl was the first to break.
"I love Mommy," he heard her whimper.
Oh. Kemuri swallowed. Oh, that sounded so... so...
"I love Mommy," echoed Komori and several of the humans, their voices weak.
Kemuri's eyes widened. He trembled, lunging towards a bamboo stalk to stay upright. "N-no..." the short, curvaceous fey gasped. It was such a petty, weak assault, like being blocked by a fence of twigs.
But he hadn't been ready. The force had slipped past his guard while he'd been unaware, and now, like a person who'd already yielded too much ground in an arm wrestle, every inch of his mind was harder and harder to defend. He felt the force washing over him, and it felt
so, so good
to give in...
"I love Mommy," the catgirl, dryad, Komori and the humans moaned in unison. "I love Mommy."
"S-stop," he cried, even as the hookah fell from his hands.
"I love Mommy." Now he heard Seng's voice join the chorus, dull and empty, along with the rest. He heard slick noises, and knew the catgirl had started to stroke herself—to edge herself, to make herself nice and mindless and obedient for Mommy. "I love Mommy."
Kemuri whimpered, pinching one of his nipples. His lip quivered. "I..." The force washed all around him, warm, inviting. "I... I love..." He couldn't fight. Couldn't resist. It was too easy to give in. It was too late to resist. It was time to surrender. "I... love..."
~~~~
Senya loved his Mommy.
He loved her so, so much.
He lay on the floor of the dining room, his body totally limp, totally helpless, and he loved that, too. Kitten was on her hands and knees between his legs, with his thick cock head in her mouth, the tip between her lips, daintily sucking and licking him, and he loved her and what she was doing to him, too.
He wasn't sure how long she'd been sucking him like this, her eyes shining with glee. Minutes? Hours? Days? He felt like he hadn't orgasmed in years. It was heaven. Kitten had thoughtfully given him a throw pillow to rest his head on, allowing him to stare as through entranced into her shining catlike eyes as she gently suckled his cock.
He could lie here forever. And he really, truly wanted to. With every sweet suck, every tender lick, every bat of her beautiful eyes, his mind melted just a little bit more for Kitten's will.
He wasn't sure why Mommy had decided to leave both of them here, but he had a feeling this was part of it. Mommy loved him being weak. When he'd resisted, she had wanted to purge that resistance, even if it meant losing Kitten's support in the battle to come. Mommy wasn't too smart when she was horny.
And, Senya thought proudly, neither was he.
He was just a dumb little bimbo toy for Mommy. For Kitten. For whoever wanted him.
And he knew now, deep down, the truth Sylvia had sucked out of him before: that this was not just some suggestion planted in him, or some shameful half-felt kink that these monsters had taken advantage of and twisted into something perverted.
It was what he truly, utterly wanted.
So Senya couldn't fight. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to be broken, to melt, to be a helpless, obedient plaything for his Mistresses. So he would let Mommy do whatever she wanted to him. He knew it would feel so, so good.
"Mm..." Kitten giggled, clearly seeing the look of happy defeat on his face. Her tongue lapped along his tongue like a cat drinking milk, and he gasped. He was so close.
So, so close.
The trouble was, Senya found, understanding all of that didn't help him. It didn't help him break like he wanted to. In all the daydreams and forgotten scenes and, well, real seductions he had experienced on the Ranch, he had often subconsciously fantasized about being forced to accept the truth about his desires, and breaking totally, melting down completely. Bobbin or Brigitte or Tricin would explain to him what he knew, deep down inside, and he would be lost forever, a blissful little horny toy.
But it wasn't happening. He knew what he wanted. But... he wasn't mindless at all. Horny and obedient, yes, oh,
gods
, yes. But... he hadn't melted.
Because, Senya realized, biting his lip to contain a squeak...
Even if his fate was to be lost to some temptress or another, to lose his friends, family and hobbies to his lusty, wretched fantasy, he had unfinished business here.
"K-Kitten," he whispered. "I... I c-can't resist."
"Mm!" Kitten beamed at him and pulled off his cock to give it several affectionate kisses before resuming her gentle suckling.
"I... can't fight you. I can't resist a-a—
ah!
—anything you want, because... I want it too." His voice was high-pitched and frail as she ran her claws tenderly over his inner thighs, gently tickling him. "I want to be an...
oh, g-gods
, an empty-headed bimbo, and you can turn me into one, and... and there's nothing I c-can do about it. I want to beg you to do whatever you want to me."
His cock throbbed as he said the words. His heart raced. Oh, how he wanted it. How he craved submission. And if this was the only way he could get it, then so be it. He would be a happy slave. "Because I want it. Oh, gods, I want all of it, Kitten."
Kitten's eyes had gone slightly foggy. She stared at him eagerly, and he could tell just how utterly horny she was, just how tempted she was, in spite of her orders, to just jump him right then and there and bounce on him until they were both squealing, leaking wrecks.
"But... but
you
don't." Senya's voice trembled. "You don't want this, Kitten."
Kitten blinked. She gave a confused whine.
"Maybe a little bit," he admitted, shivering as her relaxed expression returned and her tongue swirled around his cock. "But you... you don't w-want this. You d-don't deserve it. Kitten, please... please listen to your slave, your pet, your horny plaything." He reached down and weakly petted her hair. "Please resist. Oh, please. Oh, please, please let your good boy c-convince you... you have to fight it, Kitten. Please. Fight it. Fight back, Valina."
~~~~
Some minutes earlier...
Outside the farmhouse, battle lines were being drawn.
Out the front door strolled Laca and Vinifera, the holstaur and her faithful wine dryad. Laca wore a mid-length frilly pink skirt and went otherwise naked, her massive, pale breasts on full display. Her silver hair was elegantly braided around her two curved bull's horns, ad her hazel eyes gleamed with promise.
Waiting in the yard outside stood the lithe Bobbin, the brawny human stockman Jerrod, five straw-blonde scarecrows and, up in the sky, fifty buzzing fairies, cleverly concealed within a low-flying cloud that fooled no one.
Bobbin stood with one hand on her hip, her shag cut brown hair gleaming in the late light. The holstaur walked forward, a wide, indulgent smile on her face.
"Hello, Bobbi," she cooed. In her hand, the calm, warm green glow of the Verdant Star flashed and glimmered between her fingers.
Bobbin smiled back coyly, wiggling her fingers a little in a mocking wave. "Hello, holstaur."
"Aw." The holstaur giggled. "Why not use my real name, Bobbi? I know you
know
it, Bobbi."
Bobbin visibly swallowed. That old pet name still had an effect. So did the holstaur's, which was why she was trying to avoid it.
"You're finished," she said at last. "Stop this now, before we have to spill any blood. There's no way for you to win this. You're outnumbered and outmaneuvered."
"And you, sweet baby, are outgunned." The holstaur held up the gem for emphasis, giving a coy grin. "And, um, Bobbi?"
"Yes, M—" The hob's face went bright red as she cut herself off.
The holstaur's smile widened. "Who do you love, Bobbi?"
And the gem's energies flooded outward like a dam had just burst. Green warmth, tinged with gold, washed over Bobbin, Jerrod and the scarecrows in waves of sheer power. Up above, little squeals echoed in the cloud as the fairies, too, were hit.
Jerrod groaned and staggered. The scarecrows' hands flew to their eyes, and they all started trembling.
But the bulk of the energies hit Bobbin. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. Her bottom lip was quivering. The hob tried to speak, but the waves just kept hitting her, until she could only gasp and whimper. Again and again they struck her, and each time, her stance wobbled. She was breathing heavily.
Her eyes went dull as she fell to one knee.
"I..." She swallowed. "I love..." Her eyes screwed shut in furious effort as she silenced the words. Instead, a long whine escaped the furry house fey.
"B-Bobbin," Jerrod gasped, leaning on his greatclub for support, "I c-can't... can't..."
"Poor
babies
