Monstrous Ranch Ch. 19

Everything about the Ranch felt bad to him. Everything except, ironically, letting the fey enslave him, which felt so good he wished right now that he could just walk up to Brigitte and dive right into her flower. But he couldn't quite nail down what about it upset him. It just seemed... it seemed...

"It just seems cruel," he burst out. "We're just... we're basically enslaving them! And I mean, yes, they did the same thing to others, but does that make it right? And what we do to make scarecrows..."

"Hey, I don't like it either." Jerrod put up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "But Bobbin's gotta keep the scarecrows coming, or we're all in trouble. Way of the world."

"But that doesn't make it right!"

"Did I say it did? Hey, don't strawman me." Jerrod cracked a grin. "Get it?"

"Jerrod!" Senya grabbed the stockman by the shoulders. "This is serious!"

Jerrod laid a hand on Senya's shoulder and nudged him, gently, away. "Boss, you're not yourself."

"No, I'm—"

"You've been getting your brains fucked out by half the monsters on that Ranch." Jerrod gave a sympathetic chuckle. "And you've been getting denied by these sprites all day. They're in your head, master."

Senya bit his lip. He rubbed his eyes, feeling his cock throbbing.

"You've just gotta power through." Jerrod rubbed Senya's hair with a rough hand. "Market Day went really well. When we get back, your inheritance will be all-but finalized. That Will will see you're who you say you are, and you'll inherit, and then you can regain some control over everything."

"No, I..." Senya felt dizzy. He sat back down, rubbing his eyes. He was so tired.

Maybe Jerrod was right. Maybe he really wasn't himself right now. He sure didn't feel like he was functioning at full capacity.

"Easy does it, Boss." Jerrod helped Senya back to his feet. "I'll let you sleep in the back of the cart on the way home."

"But..." Senya let out a weak, confused sigh. "Okay."

"You can make sense of it later, Master." Jerrod patted him on the back as he set him down in the straw cot—still smelling strongly of the slightly sweet oil and juices of the lust sprites who had inhabited it for the last eight hours. Senya felt his cock hardening, and his breaths deepening, as the familiar scents reminded him of those last eight hours. The scents. The sounds. The lust. "In the meantime, try and take your mind off things. Knock if you need me."

"Mm..." Senya lay back. His mind was already sinking deep. Deep, deep, deep down into dreams.

He was so, so tired.

~~~~

Valina stood at the edge of the Ranch, just a few feet off from the silver fence, and waited amid the bamboo that grew wild on the Ranch's outskirts. The catgirl stared into the trees, watching something only a catgirl who had magically enhanced her vision to inhuman levels could comprehend. Tiny glints and slivers of light flashed off the leaves, conveying a finely-crafted code.

The arrangement with the Crows was delicate. Very delicate. The radical natives and the Ranch's wicked prisoners had the same enemies, but they sought highly distinct outcomes in the conflict to come.

Valina had high hopes that it could all be spun to her advantage. As long as she played her cards right, the more stubborn elements she was working with would end up quite happy to go along with her aims. It just took subtlety. Cleverness. And a glassblower always had plenty of both.

If she spun it just right, those stubborn elements would be too stupid with bliss by the end of it all to make a fuss. That thought made her practically giddy.

"That's right," she said to thin air. "Back later this evening." A pause. A flash. "I know. We won't need to kill him. We know how to handle his kind."

A glimmer. The catgirl gave a feral grin. "Don't worry about him. He'll be out of the picture. We'll be ready for you when you get here."

A sparkle. She frowned. "Not sooner? I thought... fine. We can't delay, though. ... Because it's all in motion already, that's why! This is our last chance. If we lose this time, we lose the window, and Senya becomes the next Master. The Will can be cheated, but only as long as he's a weak-willed little stud for anyone with pretty eyes and a sweet voice. After that..." She let the implication hang there, mostly because she didn't feel like spelling out just how vulnerable most of the fey would be to their true Master's orders.

There was a pause. Then, a question.

The catgirl giggled. "Oh, we plan to. Oh, we can't wait to have fun with our sweet little 'warden'. Believe me."

"Kitten?" Valina jumped. Turning, she saw Bobbin making her way through the thicket. She bit her lip, her heart pounding. The hob looked cross. "Kitten, what do you think you're doing this far outside the house? Did you see something out there?"

"U-um... Bobbi!" Valina tried not to show her guilt as she turned, putting a finger to her lips. "Kitten was just... just looking for..."

Bobbin frowned suspiciously at Valina. "Looking for something? Are there Crows out there?"

"There..." Valina sucked on her finger nervously. "There are, um..."

Bobbin seemed to note the sucking, and clearly misconstrued it. Her head tilted. A smug smile formed. "Oh. Oh. You were looking for your Master, weren't you?"

"Y-yes." Kitten—Valina bowed her head, trying not to show her relief at the excuse. Luckily, just the mention of Master, and the repeated use of her pet name, was making her face burn a convincing bright red. "I... Kitten misses her Master. Where is Master, Bobbi?"

"Oh, poor thing." Bobbin raised one eyebrow. "You've really taken to him, haven't you?" She grinned, advancing. "Perhaps you'd like me to ease some of that burden, Kitten?"

"Nn." Kitten swallowed, feeling the pet name slowly taking effect. Her pussy was clenching, her chest heaving. She found herself taking a step closer to the sly hob. "So... horny, Bobbi," she whined, and it wasn't really an act at all.

"Call me Master," Bobbin purred. She lunged out and grabbed Kitten close, clutching her against her torso.

"M-Master!" Kitten squeaked, staring at Bobbi with wide, needy eyes. "Oh, Master, please!"

"Do you need something, Kitten?" Bobbin asked, her finger sliding ticklingly down Kitten's belly and circling around her pussy. "Does my pet pussy need something?"

"Oh, Master..." Valina's breath was wispy as a breath. Her mind was crumbling under this assault, and the lie was swiftly becoming her only reality. "I... your Kitten needs you!"

"My pussy needs me," Bobbi cooed, kissing Valina over her neck until Valina was on the verge of mewing. "It's mine, isn't it? It's your Master's?" Her finger brushed lightly over Valina's clit.

"Yes," Kitten whined, trembling in Bobbin's grasp like a blade of grass in a hurricane. Her heart fluttered with excitement. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Such a good, sweet kitty." Bobbin stopped kissing Valina and rose to stare into the catgirl's eyes, tracing one rough finger over the catgirl's burning cheek. "But that's not quite what I wanted to hear. What was that, Kitten?"

Kitten shook, clutching Bobbin desperately. Her lips moved independent of her melting mind as those fingers continued to tease her pussy—Bobbi's pussy, Master's pussy. "Mew?"

Bobbin grinned. "There she is!"

And her mind turning obedient and pliant once more, Kitten began to mew in helpless lust.

And Bobbin rewarded her as a good Master should.

~~~~

Senya awoke from dreams of oil and honey to a pair of bright orange eyes staring down at him.

"Good evening, Master!" Bobbin chirped. The hob scratched her soft sideburns, giving him an easy-going smile. "I do hate to wake you when you're all cute and curled up, but it's time for dinner."

Senya blinked, stretching instinctively. He was curled up in a straw cot in the back of the cart. His hair was mussed, and his whole body felt just a little bit sticky.

He shifted his legs slightly, and felt a tackiness between his legs. He groaned. Oh. That was why.

He got to his feet, grimacing at the stickiness in his trousers. Bobbin helped him out of the cart, helpfully undressing him as he went. He felt a little uncomfortable with that, but then she was holding a bright sunset-orange prisoner fruit in front of him, and he passively accepted it and bit into his sweet, juicy flesh. Gods, but he was hungry.

They arrived at the farmhouse door, Bobbin's arm draped over his shoulder. Senya still felt a bit groggy as they made their way inside.

Jerrod was still unpacking in the dining room, but he looked up and grinned as he saw them enter. "Ah, there he is! Poor boss had a rough time of it, with the sprites' teasing an' all."

"I'm sure he did," Bobbin said, smirking. She kissed Senya on the cheek, giggling, and led him over to his seat. She was certainly very affectionate tonight, Senya noted—a far cry from yesterday. "You'll be wanting a full meal, then, Master. Gotta regain all that energy!"

Still feeling quite docile, Senya picked up his fork and started shoveling buttery mashed potatoes into his mouth. He set the prisoner fruit pit aside without a thought.

Bobbin kept talking to him as he ate—just idle small talk, embellished with a few suggestive winks and affectionate compliments—as she took her seat across from him. Jerrod leaned back in his chair to the side, tearing into a fresh turkey.

Slowly, he felt his head clear a little bit. Enough to notice a conspicuous absence.

"Where's Valina?" he asked.

"Hm?" Bobbin's eyebrows arched. "Oh, the cat. She's, um, occupied." She tilted her head to the side, unable to hide a small coy smile from darting across her lips. "If you want her, I can go get her, Master. I'm sure she'd be quite relieved to see you made it back okay."

"N-no. That's fine." Senya wasn't sure he wanted to be exposed to Kitten right now. Not after everything that had happened last night.

And as he thought that, his mind finally settled, and he speared a sprig of some sort of tasty green flower as he spoke. "I, um... Bobbin, actually, we need to talk."

Bobbin blinked. The joviality in the air seemed to chill slightly. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, and eyed Senya with a look of glum trepidation. "I know, Master."

Her response surprised Senya a little. He was so used to Bobbin dodging questions and evading tough topics, it took him a moment to fully register what she'd said. "You do?"

"Jerrod told me you've been... having doubts." Bobbin bit her lip, taking a sip from her glass. It looked odd to Senya, and it took him a moment to realize why: He had never seen her drink or eat in front of him before. "Honestly, Master, I would just as well leave them until after the Will's resolution. It's much safer then."

"I know." Senya shifted uneasily, taking a bite of the chicken to steady himself. The chicken was surprisingly salty; Bobbin usually balanced ingredients better than that. "But... I mean, I feel like we need to discuss it sooner." He took a deep breath. "This is all just... it's so messed up, Bobbin."

"Is it?" Bobbin took another long sip of her drink. "We house criminals. Monsters, like that predatory nymph I told you about. Does it really matter what's done with them after?"

"I... I think it does." Senya bit his lip, taking another bite of the oversalted chicken. "They're still people, Bobbin. I mean, sure, fine, lust sprites don't care what we do, but... the cat? The fairies? The way we treat the prisoners..." He felt his focus hardening on that. "You call them 'livestock'. Like they're just farm animals. We can't just treat them like cattle!"

"They'd treat you like cattle."

Senya's fist clenched around the fork. He glared up at the cool-mannered hob, feeling rare anger filling him. "Well, then, they—they should—maybe they should rethink their definitions, because people aren't cattle, Bobbin! Not even really bad people! And we aren't—we aren't like them!"

He rubbed his eyes, feeling wetness there. He hadn't realized until just now just how heavily this had been weighing on him. Just how confused he had been. He was almost in tears. But finally, it was out there, and whatever came next, at least he could say... "I'm not like them," he said, louder. "I'm not a—not a—"

He broke off, worried he was going to choke up. His mouth was dry, but he took another bite of the chicken anyways. Chewing gave him an excuse not to talk, to re-gather himself.

Bobbin seemed to be weighing his words. She was... listening, which was unusual.

"I can see you're getting very emotional about this," she said, taking a sparing sip. She gestured with her goblet. "You're a good person, Master. It's why I like you. I'm just not sure you're being totally rational here."

She gazed clearly at him, and in that moment, Senya felt more naked than ever before. He dropped his gaze to his own glass. Swallowing the last of the chicken, he raised it to his lips, but hesitated. "I—Bobbin, I'm not just having a fit. I've thought about this a lot!"

Okay, his throat was really starting to hurt. He tipped the glass and drank deeply, closing his eyes, hoping Bobbin would give him a reprieve to gather himself, to restore his confidence.

"I'm sure you have," Bobbin said, sounding sympathetic. "But Master, you just have a heart too big for your head. You're in such a state right now."

"Nn—no," Senya protested, lowering the glass. He frowned at Bobbin. "This is about—" He swallowed, trying desperately to keep his voice level. "About right and wrong, Bobbi!"

The way she was talking to him... it made him angry. But it also made him unsteady. Self-conscious about his outburst. He was sure he'd thought it through, but the way Bobbin was looking at him... He hated how it made him doubt his own judgment.

Bobbi shook her head, giving a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Master, but... are you sure? With your mind so compromised?"

"I'm not—I'm not—" Senya blinked rapidly. "I'm not c-compromised, Bobbi." Damn it! Now was not the time to be stammering like a fool!

"You do still seem groggy," Jerrod piped up, lowering his glass. "And... I mean, Boss, is it any kind of secret that you fancy the cat something fierce?"

Senya turned to Jerrod. The world seemed to blur slightly with the rapid motion, and Senya, momentarily queasy, took another gulp of milk to buy himself some time. His face was burning, and his tongue was leaden. "That's not... I don't, um... feel that way about Valina. About Kitten."

Bobbin and Jerrod exchanged uncertain looks.

Senya bit his lip.

Do I? Senya felt his cheeks glowing brighter still. I mean... she's good at making me feel good, but... I can't really have feelings for her, can I? For all his previous worries about ethical issues regarding him and Bobbi, they surely paled to any sort of thought of romance between him and a prisoner. At least he and Bobbin were more-or-less equals—neither of them really controlled the other.

Had he really let himself grow attached to the catgirl who had tried on several occasions to turn his mind into pudding?

It didn't feel right, but he was so flustered, he didn't know how to respond. And Bobbin was already moving on without him. "We've seen the way you look to her," the hob said, sighing. "It's cute, Master. And I know Kitten has her... charms. But I worry she's growing on you a bit too much. You're beginning to see things her way."

"That's what fey do," Jerrod said, setting his plate down. "They get in your head. Make you doubt yourself. Make you take their view until you forget who you are."

"Well..." Senya turned back to Bobbin. Again, his vision blurred slightly. He was feeling just a little bit dizzy, actually. Was he tired? "I mean, she's... I just... I try to care." He was talking like a fool, he knew. His mind felt almost slowed down right now. Groggy, just like Jerrod had said.

"I know you do," Bobbin crooned, getting up from her chair. "And I know how hard it can be, Master. But your mind clearly isn't in the place to think rationally about her."

"N-no, it's not just that. I'm not..."

He trailed off, feeling awfully flustered—even more flustered than he'd been around Scarlet. Was he? Did he? What was he even saying? Bobbin was moving too quickly, speaking too quickly...

"Finish your milk, Master," the hob said softly. He slowly turned and saw her standing over him, giving a fond smile as a hand settled on his shoulder and squeezed.

A pang of understanding filled his heart as he looked back at the milk. "I... I, um..."

"You just aren't thinking clearly," Bobbin cooed, sinking down until she practically melted into his lap. She cupped his chin, smiling indulgently. "I missed you, Master."

"Um." Senya was breathing heavily. Bobbin smelled musky from her long day's work on the farm. Intoxicating, almost. Her lithe, muscular build—and pert ass—in his naked lap were very uncomfortable. Very... bothering. He tried to remember what he'd been worried about. "I... drank..."

"You need to relax," the hob said, planting a sweet little kiss on his lips. She smiled brightly, then, a second later, followed up with a softer, deeper kiss. "Let me love you," she breathed.

Senya felt his heart, mind and soul sinking back into that comfortable stupor. He was horny. So, so horny. And Bobbin was so, so, horny. Wasn't that simple?

"I..." He stared into her bright topaz eyes, biting his lip. "I c-can't..."

"Shh." She silenced him with more little kisses, gently wriggling her body in his lap, making his cock swiftly rise. Her fingers wrapped around it, and she planted one last kiss on his cheek and beamed. "Be a good Master and let your fey pleasure you, Senya."

"Unh... mm..." He struggled only feebly as she kissed him again and again, wearing away his resistance with sheer eagerness as she gently stroked.

He knew he needed to resist, knew she was silencing him once again, cutting the conversation short, but... Oh, fuck... oh, fuck...

Her thumb ran over his glans as precum oozed out, and he moaned. Oh, to hell with it.

He wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss. He could get answers tomorrow.

She kept kissing him, and pumping him, as he fully sank into happy lust. She sped up her strokes, giggling. "My, Master, you grow so fast. Rise so fast. Sink so fast. Don't worry about holding on to anything, Senya—I have a long night planned for my dear, dear boy."

He just moaned and clutched at her tighter. She let out a soft, happy sigh. "Oh, such a good boy..."

She kissed him hungrily, tongue surging into his mouth, just as she rose up and impaled herself upon his cock.

They cried out in unison—her in excitement, him in joyous climax. He bucked and shook like a leaf, but she was there to soothe him. Pleasure, so long denied, poured out in a slow, steady orgasm as she kept kissing him, kept bouncing in his lap.

It would get more ferocious, he knew.

She picked him up, still trapped inside her, and lifted him from the chair. He hung suspended in her arms, still thrusting desperately, still lost in pleasure.

"No puppies tonight, Master," she husked in his ear. "Your little hob needs some playtime, too."

The mention of the puppies made his brain spark slightly, and he let out a small cry of unease—only to he silenced as she poured the rest of the glass's sweet, spicy contents down his throat. He nearly choked, but she rubbed his back and helped him swallow, cooing sweet nothings in his ear all the while.

"Not to worry, dear," she purred, giving his ass a little squeeze as she carried him off to her bedroom. "They won't go lonely tonight."