Bouncy Bounties Ch. 01

"You like feeling nice like this, don't you?" Giggling, Mistress slipped something into Kitten's hair—a pretty red bow to match Senya's pink one.

"Yes, Mistress," Kitten whispered.

"You like it when Senya feels nice. You like makin' him feel nice and dumb an' happy."

"Mm. Mm!"

"Senya, you like it when Kitten feels good, don'tcha? You like feelin' good for her."

Senya whined and nodded.

"Kitten, you're gonna help Senya be a good boy for me." The tentacles slid out of her ears, and Mistress stopped groping her tits. Kitten blinked. "Senya, you're gonna be happy for Kitten, and fuck silly Kitten just as she wants. You're gonna make my pet mew like a happy little kitty for me. Okay?"

The tentacles slid from his ears with a popping sensation. He blinked, feeling the fog clearing slightly. He swayed.

He stared at Kitten. She stared back at him. Her tail twitched.

Kitten moved first, purring as she crawled forward and pushed his still-dazed body to the floor. He fell with a little cry. She crawled atop and beamed down at him, her eyes glowing brightly.

"Mew," she said sweetly. "Mew for Mistress!"

Senya shivered as she started grinding against him, registering that both of them were still fully clothed. He tried to reach to change this, but the tentacles helpfully guided his hands to grip Kitten's hips instead, to help her along.

The tentacles continued to play wickedly, and both he and Kitten shared looks of delicious agony as they teased and tickled their obedient, fully-clad bodies. But Kitten did not let up.

As he started to cry out, he heard Mistress walking away, giggling slightly. "Whoops. Guess I wasn't specific enough. Well, that'll be cute."

The door opened. As Kitten started licking his face, Senya barely noticed. Especially when the tentacles finally slipped his pants down and her skirt up, finally guided him inside her. But Mistress's voice echoed easily in his otherwise empty pink mind. "Y'all be nice and cute and happy for me, now. Maybe I'll stop by before I leave and play with you kitties a little bit, make sure I didn't spell your minds permanent."

The door closed, and Senya didn't hear the last thing she said, because he was already inside Kitten and on the verge of coming.

He stared up happily into Kitten's pretty eyes, started to mewl in entranced pleasure, and knew they would be very, very good kitties by the time Mistress returned.

They were both mewing helplessly by the time they hit climax.

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Limini hummed cheerfully as she made her way into the bog. Senya and Kitten were so adorable. She hoped she did have some time to play with them later. If she was lucky, she'd have an excuse to stay here a day or so settling affairs, and she'd be able to really indulge.

She tried to put it out of her head, though. Limini had a job to do, and she wasn't here to play around. Being your own boss meant you had to have some self-control now and again.

She sighed and waved a hand, whispering a minor spell, and spectral pink tentacles lifted her feet just above the muck. No sense in getting messy. Yet, anyways.

Awful good thing I took the time to meet with those two, she thought. That collar had some real fancy wards. Wouldn't wanna get surprised by that out here.

Limini hated surprises. Working as a Western Plains indulgent diplomat was delicate work, and a surprise usually meant she was in for trouble. She wasn't an adventurer—she was an ex-diplomat and current bounty hunter (well, of sorts). In that line of work, Limini liked her missions as cool and calm as a glass of milk.

She licked her lips and looked around. There was a platform in the middle of the bog. Wild cranberry bushes grew all around—currently out of season. That was fortunate, as Limini had no idea if these bushes were fae and had no fondness for berry dryads. But the dryads would be sleeping right now, in the winter months. The one good thing about orchard and berry dryads was that you usually only had to deal with them about three-quarters of the year.

That's right, she thought, nodding slightly as she tentacle-walked to the platform. This place used to be a farm. This must've been a cranberry bog. Wonder if they still harvest.

She didn't really care much. After Senya and Kitten shook off her spell, they could do whatever they liked. Limini wasn't in the game of conquering mortals and near-mortals like catgirls, not permanently. She felt she was actually a very gentle sort of bounty hunter—she always did her best to leave bystanders more-or-less untouched, give or take a tendril or five (Give, mostly, she thought with a wicked grin).

As an indulgent diplomat, the Milky Baroness had tasked her with a lot of ugly jobs—brainwashing husbands away from their wives, wives away from their wives, catgirls and beastfey away from their dens. Whoever the Milky Baroness wanted to suckle her, the Milky Baroness got. And she never gave them back.

As a bounty hunter, though, Limini could take the brainwashing as far as she wanted, pick her own jobs. She didn't have to break boys' minds and turn women to brainless milkbimbos. There was no decadent holstaur to threaten her with endless bliss if she didn't bring back enough hungry mouths to feed. And she could pick her own jobs.

Brainwashing mortals, and the more near-mortal fey, had always made Limini uneasy. It was one thing to claim a tavern wench for the night and make her squeal like a cupid's last kiss. That sort of thing was harmless—good fun, in Limini's view, and a real treat. The barmaids had no right to complain. Limini only let them do what they wanted to do—and if she made them want it, well, that was a technicality. Everyone had fun, eventually, when Limini was in control.

But permanently brainwashing people? That was clearly a line to cross. That was killing. That was Western Plains diplomacy—a way of making war without spilling a drop of blood.

Limini hopped onto the platform and dismissed the tentacles. She gave a sly smile as she saw bubbles already beginning to emerge—as she'd suspected they would, the slime girls had left her alone until she was right in the center, 'trapped'.

Brainwashing petty sprites, on the other hand, was as sweet and harmless as could be. Slime dryads, mothgirls, sprites—they were barely really people, were they? They didn't mind. Not really. Mothgirls and mothboys played hard to get, but once you got them really doped up on licking you out, they were as happy and docile as real fey. Limini loved her new job.

"Hi!" bubbled a voice, and Limini turned and locked gaze with a pair of brilliant pink eyes.

Those pink eyes belonged to a brilliant pink face, which was part of a brilliant pink body. The slime girl—more accurately termed a slime hamadryad—was quite beautiful, if you liked shiny, goopy, translucent women who dripped and jiggled with every other step, their cute heart-shaped faces accentuated by long 'locks' of dripping 'hair', their smiles inhumanly wide, their whole forms shining slightly in the midday sun and their breasts the size of ripe, plump melons, round and smooth and defying gravity in that way even normal fey would find difficult. She was drop-dead gorgeous, if you were into that sort of thing.

Which Limini was. A lot. Enough that her breath actually caught for a moment as she stared at the slime girl, who had emerged from the murky water nearby—behind a lone cranberry bush, as though she had been behind it all along, even though she'd have been hard-pressed to conceal her... assets behind anything smaller than a redwood.

"Hiya, there," Limini said, recovering herself. Slime girls were very little threat—sure, letting them touch you could be dicey if they got too handsy, but they had no meaningful hypnosis powers that couldn't be duplicated by a well-trained parrot with a pocketwatch. Giving you yummy little suckles could only go so far unless you were insanely weak-willed. But Limini was a professional, and she had no intention of taking risks. Limini didn't like taking risks. "And what's your name, sugar?"

The slime girl giggled, her pink cheeks going a striking red. "Oh, sugar! That's such a cute name!" She bounced slightly in place, beaming as bright as the sun. "You can call me that! I wanna be called Sugar!"

Limini giggled back, both to be friendly and polite and to keep 'Sugar' happy with her while she felt out the wards with her inner magic. Mm, nice and simple. Most of the wards around here clearly applied to that Warden collar, keeping him compliant while still giving him enough free-will in case of emergencies or long-term attempts. Powerful magic. But possible to cheat if you knew how to weave around it. And Limini's form of mindweaving, while not exactly subtle, could be very, very delicate.

But there were almost no wards on the fey themselves. A few charms to ensure they didn't try to leave—it was a prison, after all—but those were mainly enforced by arousal punishment as far as she could tell. Arousal punishment was popular, but extremely easy for a skilled mindweaver to redirect into her whims.

She watched cheerfully as more slime girls emerged. Three, four... seven in total. Gods, this was going to be a trick.

Two hot pink. Three grass-green. Two sky-blue. They smiled up at her, and Limini casually sat down, as if totally heedless of that predatory glint in their eyes. There were some minor wards to ensure they didn't go after anyone other than the Warden, but those wards were quite fragile—someone frequently helped them to break that rule.

Limini giggled again. Oh, silly, slutty Kitten. How helpful she was. Those dalliances would make it pretty easy for the prisoners of the Verdant Wad to stretch, and Limini had no doubt that these slippery beauties would be fully engaged in the art of capturing her soon enough.

That was to say, if they actually had any hypnosis other than jiggling their bodies like jello and hoping Limini was dumb enough to just sit and stare for ten minutes while they tried desperately to put her under. It sounded kind of fun, honestly, in a boring kind of way.

Limini knelt down and slipped off her trench coat, as if she had no further need of it. Underneath, she was wearing her nicest two-piece swimsuit, showing off a slender but well-endowed frame. Her breasts were quite large (by human standards), and the top visibly struggled to contain them.

It was not easy on her back. This was one gift the Milky Baroness had given all of her favorite agents—one Limini had not been allowed to refuse. But it was useful at times.

She smiled flirtatiously at the fey slowly surrounding her. "Well, okay, Sugar. My name's Limini. And what'll I call the rest of y'all?"

The slime girls giggled, delighted at their prey's oblivious etiquette.

"I'm Lushi," said another pink slime dryad whose long "hair" spilled over on eye, as though she was very shy. The way her hands were caressing her bare breasts was anything but.

"I'm Slippi," said a blue slime girl, licking her lips with a long, slick, slender 'tongue' that rather reminded Limini of a frog's tongue. Or a tentacle.

"I'm Sleek," chirped a green slime girl, with a mischievous grin.

The other slime girls said nothing. They just smiled and swam closer, either uninterested in conversation or too dumb to think to reply. Dumb, dumb, dumb. That was why Limini had taken this bounty up. Some pampered noble wanted as many slime girls as you could get him? Slime girls were dumb, easy to brainwash, easy to ship. Easy money if you could find some.

And Limini had found the perfect supplier.

Seven. Limini would be set for months if she could even score five. And she'd spelled a half-dozen catgirls once in a single spell. While sixty-nining one of them. Limini wasn't worried.

"What pretty names," she purred, reaching down and fiddling with the strap on her bikini bottom. She concealed her grin as seven pairs of eyes started watching that hand very closely.

Limini slipped a finger beneath and started to rub herself slightly—very slightly. Slightly enough that it wasn't doing much of anything. But the slime girls could still see it. And they could smell her arousal, alright.

She made sure to give them a nice show, spreading her legs slightly. She was on her knees to avoid exposing too much skin in case they rushed her, but she rocked back and forth, giving them a nice view of her lovely form.

Sugar's 'jaw' had dropped. She was almost panting, in fact, but she quickly closed her mouth as they drew near. "Wow," she breathed. "You're, like... horny, aren't you?"

Limini giggled, sensing the clumsy induction attempt instantly. "Yes," she murmured. "Soooo horny."

The slime girls exchanged gleeful grins. Such an easy toy they'd caught!

Limini wasn't even thinking about her words, though—as an indulgent diplomat, you learned to dissociate from what you said when you got to a conflict and focus strictly on actions. Words could trick, disorient, hypnotize. But only if you gave them meaning. This was just words.

She reached out, humming invitingly, to take Sugar by the hand. The pink slime girl had strayed closest to her, spellbound by the lewd display. Strayed from the protection of the other six, the poor lost lamb. She blinked in confusion as Limini took her hand.

Slowly, Sugar sat down beside Limini, still looking confused. She held Limini's hand like a lifeline, staring at Limini helplessly.

Because the second Limini touched her hand, she had her.

One wouldn't be able to tell unless one was very alert—and most slime girls were colorblind, anyways. The little pink sparks in Limini's hand, in Sugar's eyes, were almost unnoticeable. Limini poured her magic into the jiggly vessel and watched her quiver. She met Sugar's eyes, and was that a sparkle of alarm in her eyes? A tiny realization of what was happening to her?

Limini giggled and smiled happily up at the other six as they approached. The hand felt quite nice—it was true what they said about slime dryads. Every inch of slime felt like luscious lips smacking and suckling at her skin, and with their fingers interlaced, Limini savored the sensation.

It wasn't hypnotic. But it was certainly a treat.

"Is that nice?" cooed Sleek, slipping beside her. "Does she feel nice?"

Limini smirked at Sleek, who had started bouncing her breasts together. "She feels very nice," she said, licking her lips. "She feels so, so nice, Sleek."

Sleek blinked coquettishly at her, then down at her breasts. Limini followed her gaze.

Sleek was magnificent—they all were. The biggest, roundest tits limini had ever seen.

Behind Limini, Sugar let out a little moan.

Limini quickly sent a strong burst of obedience magic to quiet her, but too late—Sleek and the other slime girls looked startled. They clearly weren't used to 'victims' making them moan like that.

Sleek in particular looked wary, and moved to get up.

Limini smiled, took her other hand out from between her legs and reached forward. "Where's your rush?" she asked, with an innocent little smile. "I reckoned I could..." She bit her lip.

Sleek paused. She looked at the hand, then at Sugar. Then at Limini's big, blue eyes, seemingly glued to Sleek's bosom.

"Do you... like them?" Sleek purred. She squeezed her tits together.

"Mm." Limini licked her lips. "They're so... big."

"They are, aren't they?" Sleek smirked, lifted one up, and planted a little kiss on one. "Such nice, nice pretty boobies. So nice to watch them, isn't it?"

"I wanna watch them," Limini said, and gave the pathetic, needy whine that never failed to have would-be doms eating out of her hand.

"Oh, yes," Sleek breathed, lowering down slightly. "Don't worry, sweetie, you can watch them as much as you want."

"As much as you want," Limini repeated after her, waggling her fingertips.

"As much as I want," Sleek sang, clearly barely holding in her giggles.

Limini was rocking back and forth slightly. "Oh," she gasped, "but if just looking at them feels so good..."

"To touch them," Sleek whispered, her eyes shining. She reached to take Limini by the hand, to guide her hand to her breasts. "Oh, you're just a happy little slut then, aren't you?"

"Why, I'm just helpless to resist you," Limini said sweetly, as their fingertips were ever-so-close to touching...

"Helpless for these nice, full udders," Sleek murmured.

Udders.

A taste from Mommy's udders.

Limini blinked. The world seemed to go foggy for a moment. As if lost in someone else's body, she found herself staring at Sleek's breasts and... licking her lips.

She blinked again, clearing her head, and took Sleek by the hand. "Helpless to do anything," she cried, "but make you feel good!"

Sleek's eyes widened imperceptibly, and a shiver ran through her as Limini sent floods of blissful adoration and loyalty flowing through her little bubbly brain. It wasn't even a fight this time, and Limini relished that.

"Ooh, you feel so niiiice," she cooed, giggling. "Don't you?"

"Y-Yes," Sleek panted. Her chest was heaving.

The other slime girls were settling around them now., lounging, watching, circling. Limini had a burst spell she could use if she needed to get out of here, but she wasn't worried. As nice as it felt to let her hands sink slightly into the dryads, she was still fully lucid, and they... well, they were just getting dumber, weren't they?

Relishing the thought, Limini sent in a wave of be my dumb girls to both of them and watched them try so hard to squirm.

But there would be no naughty squirming, no mark of her influence on them. This would be a subtle job. She didn't want them realizing how easily she could captivate them—the rest needed to remain in doubt for as long as possible on what her touch could do to them, how one-sided these mental 'battles' were.

She marveled as Sleek continued to bounce her breasts, determined to the end to hypnotize her 'prey'. So cute. She had Sleek guide her hand down to one of those pendulous breasts, sighing happily at the size, the slickness, the sweet suckling sensations as her hand caressed the breast. So smooth. So soft.

"You like her boobies?" whispered a pink slime girl—Lushi—as she spilled her gooey, dripping form in front of Limini. Limini turned to face her as she gave a shy grin, raising her own breasts for inspection. "Do you like mine?"

"Very nice," Limini purred. She continued to run her hands over their breasts—Sugar seemed happy to take her right hand there, and it was generally easier to administer the control closer to the head, to increase the power of her enchantments. She watched Lushi's hands massage her tits, so drippy and slippy and soft... "Very nice, Lushi. Those are very nice."

Lushi was almost pathetically happy about this, judging by that smile, by the way her breath caught. She was massive, in fact—larger than Sugar or Sleek, and maybe the biggest of the bunch. She jiggled beautifully, too. Limini had always liked slime girls, but Lushi was absolutely gorgeous. A lush, pink goddess who could smother Limini in those udders of hers.

Limini was breathing heavily, now, stroking Sleek's and Sugar's breasts, flicking their pert, sweet nipples. She smiled, feeling almost a little dizzy, as she stared at Lushi's beautiful boobies, bouncing, bouncing...

"Bounce, bounce, bounce," Lushi sang.

Limini glanced to her left. Sleek was sandwiching Limini's hand in her cleavage, whimpering slightly with every pulse of magic as she bounced her tits around it, letting Limini appreciate the full range of... sensations.

She glanced to her right, moving her head slowly so the world didn't spin. Sugar was clutching Limini's hand as Limini petted her breast, a spellbound look in her eyes. With her free hand, she mindlessly groped herself, squeezing her own tits, her eyes half-closing in sensual agony as Limini's finger rubbed her nipple...