[pov: girl w/pussy, femsub, femdom, mutual nc (moderate), girl w/cock, sapphic sex, demonic lamia, hypnosis, sub being wrapped up in coils, breast hypnosis, cock hypnosis, spiral eyes, oral fixation, humiliation, anal, cocksucking, bimbofication, corruption elements]
Nicole's Note: Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!
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"Yes! Ooh, please, yes, j-just--just one more kiss, Ma'am! Please, one more! One more for your dumb little slut, oh, please, please, I'll be gooood, just--pleeeEEEEASE!"
Vivi beamed up at the squirming, writhing catgirl she had pinned against the ferry's taffrail. "One more kiss?" the sorceress asked innocently, twirling one perfect lock of wavy red hair and pouting her luscious sunset-red lips, her big, brilliant blue eyes as wide and innocent as the blue skies above. "Really? But...
gosh
, you're already, like,
sooooo
silly! You really want one more?"
"One more," the catgirl whined. Her pretty face was covered in flawless lipstick stains--each one the perfect imprint of Vivi's perfect lips, each one even redder than the russet-brown cheeks they adorned. Her pretty-but-practical uniform of the Northern Reach Ferrymaids was a humiliating shell of what it once was, a fetishistic parody, even, the already-short dun skirt drenched in sweat and bunched up around her upper thighs, her humble matching crop top torn down to expose her modest cleavage, more lewd kiss marks trailing their way between her breasts down from her bare, exposed neck. Even her trembling hands hadn't been spared the onslaught of kisses.
"Gosh
," Vivi of the Candied Lips cooed, rising up to meet the eye level of the suddenly very shy sailor, placing a single fingertip underneath the noirette catgirl's chin to force her to meet her gaze, "just look at you, little Lumi! You're, like, totes just giving in to
eeev-ery-thing I say
~" She batted her thick, dark lashes. "Even though I'm
clearly
just a dumb little bimbo!"
"Yes," mewled Lumi, panting and squirming as Vivi shoved her back, bending the squirming pussycat backwards over the rail, "y-yes,
yes
..."
"Pleading for just
one more kiss
," Vivi said sweetly, blinking with pure naive innocence, "even though the last one seems to have got you, like,
sooooo
super totes dumb and stuff!"
"Yes," Lumi whined, "yes-yes-yes, one more,
one more
--"
"It sure almost seems," Vivi remarked, smirking at the catgirl's pathetically horny state, "like you're just a dumb horny little bimbo who'd do
aaaaanything
just to get
one. More. Kiss!
" With every word, she tapped the catgirl teasingly on the nose.
"Yes!" the catgirl squealed, kicking her legs needily, whining and moaning as the fingers ran up and down her cheek, her eyes filled with pure, brainless need. "I'm just a--just a silly little horny bimbo, Ma'am! Just your dumb little--j-just a dumb little
sluuutttt
!"
The fact that she had been implying similar of Vivi just a few minutes ago made her eager degradation all the more delicious, and Vivi beamed. Oh, this was almost
too
much fun to stop~
"Gosh, though," Vivi asked thoughtfully, putting a finger again to those pouty beestung lips, "it kiiinda seems like, gee, a silly little bimbo like
you
~" she booped Lumi on the nose, making the catgirl squeak, "shouldn't, like, be in charge of a big ferry like this! That's a lotta like responsibility and stuff for a dumb little slutty bimbo!"
"Yes," the catgirl whimpered. "I-I mean, no! I mean... " She quivered and pouted, staring at Vivi needily. "Yes, Ma'am."
"So you'll let me have your boat?" Vivi asked sweetly.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Lumi's voice was barely a whisper. "Just... just
pleeeease
..."
"Aww." Vivi beamed up at those pouty, needy lips, so clearly begging for just
one more little kiss
... "Okay, kitty!"
And with a giggle, she flipped Lumi's skirt up, revealing the source of the cute little tent she'd noticed.
"Aah!" Lumi squirmed and writhed. "W-What--"
"Just relax, my cute little clitty cat," the bimbo sorceress purred, licking her lips and beaming up innocently at the suddenly
very
redfaced,
very
squirmy catgirl. "I'm just gonna give you..." She leaned in, lips parting, "just
one... little... kiss~
And as her lips touched the tip of that cute, twitchy little hen, the catgirl began to make the
cutest
little bimbo mews.
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There was a certain bounce to Vivi's step as she left the ferry, leaving behind a dazed, hypnotized catgirl still sprawled on the deck, idly squirming, stroking and sucking a finger and moaning at the new sensations Vivi's spelled lipstick had imbued her with. The catgirl would likely remain as such until someone came for her--perhaps to see why a Northern Reach Ferrymaid had deviated so widely from the standard currents.
The thought of just what little Lumi would get up to without anyone to look after her amused Vivi a great deal. Almost as much as the thought of what the catgirl would say when someone finally found her there on the boat, brainless and entranced and fucking herself silly.
This amusement wasn't the only source of the bounce in Vivi's step, of course. She felt a lightening in her heart the second she set foot on the shores of Dembiga, the Jungle Continent. She'd made it. She'd escaped. She felt like she could do a hundred cartwheels and not even tire. It was with a giddy, brazen confidence that Vivi set out from the beach and ventured into the dense forests of Cagaaria.
The skip in her step did lapse somewhat, of course, as the first few minutes plodded into hours, hours of pushing her way through thick jungle, and the sweltering humidity began to take its toll.
The sky was no longer clear, near as she could tell. It was a muddy, foggy gray, and it was beyond humid. She'd already stripped to little more than a comfortable bra, a short skirt and her bare feet--her toes decorated with fashionable neon-pink nail polish--and still, she was a hot, sweaty mess by the time the sun reached its apogee.
But she was also very pleased with herself. She'd escaped. Vivi of the Candied Lips, sorceress and wanted criminal, had escaped the custody of three of the most powerful organizations on Lacra. Now she would be free to make mischief in an all-new continent, free from the prying eyes of the Weaver's Guild and the Toxin Rangers.
Everyone had been so certain of catching her. Everyone had thought she was just a dumb bimbo.
A thought occurred to Vivi. She licked her lips, then, frowning, gave her lips an experimental
pop
.
She pouted. Oh, the humidity was doing a real number on her makeup, wasn't it?
Not a moment to waste. Wiping a trail of sweat off her glistening brow, Vivi stopped walking and reached into her purse to retrieve a hand mirror. She ran a quick but thorough inspection.
She liked it when people thought she was just a dumb bimbo, of course. She giggled as she wiped away some smudged product and elegantly reapplied it--returning her lips to a bright ruby glow, her face to its angelic rosy complexion, her lashes to their dark, thick bedroom eyes flutter.
Her enemies assuming she was just a dumb bimbo always made it
so
much easier to turn every pretty girl she met into her drooling little obedient sex toy.
As she applied the lipstick to her plump, pouty lips, her eyes drifting over the dark jungle with casual interest, she began to hum a soft tune she'd had stuck in her head all week--an insipid "bubblegum ballad" spreading around the Western Plains of late. Her humming joined with the soft chittering soundscape of the jungle, a shifting percussive accompaniment.
She was humming so thoughtlessly, in fact, that she almost didn't catch the new sound rising over the dead, humid air: A wicked, sultry hiss.
"Sssilly girl."
Vivi blinked, but didn't move from her spot. Slowly, she looked round, head tilting to one side, her tacky colorful earrings jingling with the motion.
There was silence. She couldn't see anything, but the jungle had gotten very gloomy in this area she'd wandered into. Idly, Vivi wondered what kinds of fey were in the Northern Jungles. The same as Lacra? Or was it more...
She thought she caught some movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to look--but nothing. Nothing as far as she could see.
She shrugged and began reapplying her makeup, humming a distinctly more catchy, bubblegum tune.
"Sssuch
a little
bimbo
you are, aren't you?"
Vivi didn't pause this time. Inwardly, though, she smiled.
"Oops!" she exclaimed aloud, as her lipstick seemed to leap from her hand. A finger went to her lips as she pouted. "Aww, I'm, like,
suuuch
a total klutz!"
She bent over to retrieve it. Bent straight over, arching her back at a near-perfect 90-degree angle, aimed right where the voice was coming from. Her short skirt strategically rose, ever-so-slightly revealing the simple pink thong beneath.
She smirked as the voice did not respond, and gave a little wiggle as she grasped about on the jungle debris for the lipstick. "Ooh, there it is!" she cooed. "Teehee! Gosh, there's so much stuff here on the ground, it's almost hard to spot it!"
She gave a little wiggle.
She was content to linger there a moment, then begin to rise. Nobody could ever resist this maneuver. Nobody.
But she didn't expect the sudden sensation between her legs.
She didn't react immediately, either, as the sinuous...
length
trailed between them, grazing between her thighs and stroking along her ass cheeks, sliding under her skirt and sliding over her thin underwear with graceful, languid ease.
She bit her lip. Oh. That felt...
really
nice, actually...
The sorceress briefly stood there, fully bent over, presenting her ass to the stranger and...
ohh
... her eyelids fluttered as the sinuous length seemed to almost
thrum
, an intoxicating vibration that sent shivers through her whole body and drew a soft gasp from her pretty parting lips.
The whole world seemed to slow down as she enjoyed the sensation, enjoyed feeling that long, sinuous... tail?... tentacle?... graze over her pussy through the sheer thong, toy with her, stroke and vibrate ever-so-delicately...
Then she realized what she was doing.
With a squeak, the sorceress pulled down her skirt, batting away the tail as if she'd been stung. She whirled to face the perpetrator.
And a being beyond all limits of mortal loveliness looked down at her with a wide, condescending smirk.
She was beautiful. Gorgeous. With coral red skin and a big, pretty smile, with massive eyes filled with colors and flowing crimson hair, with tits that could make some holstaurs jealous and just the barest, most flattering strip of fabric to contain their massive expanse, she was a vision out of one of Vivi's wet dreams, a vision of pure temptation. Sharp horns above her head rose in a sort of crown, only serving to further accentuate that gorgeous round face and shimmering red hair.
From the hips down, her form tapered off into a massive, muscular serpentine tail, the scales a gleaming sanguine red, glittering in the faint light of the jungle as they coiled beneath her, coiled around branches and trunks, impossibly long, too long for even a paradise or anaconda lamia to ever hope to match.
Vivi blinked. Oh.
It was a coil fiend.
Sly amusement rose within her, and she withheld her own condescending smirk. She knew coil fiends.
She knew them
quite
well, as a matter of fact. Why, she'd dispatched one only a few months back--a gorgeous little temptation named Aphrodisia. She couldn't remember
exactly
