Monstrous Ranch Ch. 26

"Nn... I'll be g-glad when I don't have to worry about my sister walking in on m-me," Senya gasped.

"Heehee!" Kitten pulled back. "Okay, that's enough play for now."

"What?" Senya bit his lip. "But..."

His cock still yearned for release. He felt so disoriented, so dizzy, so... edged...

"It'll all be worth it," Valina promised, bouncing to her feet and hugging him. "You wanna be a good boy, right?"

That word oozed through him like honey, and he practically melted into her arms. "... Yes, Kitten."

"Then I will be a good kitten for you," the catgirl chirped, opening the closet and skipping out, "and keep my Senya honest."

Senya stared after her pert ass, still a bit dizzy. He would recover soon enough, at least.

Their relationship was... strange. But he liked it. He felt like he could trust Valina. She never mind controlled him—even though sometimes it felt like she did with how horny he got around her. It was hard to tell love from brainwashing nowadays, with all the experiences he'd had lately.

He wasn't sure there really was a difference with him anymore.

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08/09, Year 169

This evening, a Crow raid of six humans and two fey was repelled by myself, Bobbin, and the stockgirl, with the wifwolf's assistance. Two humans were executed; one fey, a nubile catgirl, was captured. Bobbin urges the catgirl be put to work testing her strange strawmen rituals, but such seems a waste. It is not as if we will ever need an auxiliary force independent of the Star, and to turn this catgirl into some dull old construct...

She can be of other uses. She is a fine specimen, with the delicate features of her homeland and the uniquely submissive nature of her species. Her current confusion on that latter point can be rectified with deliberate conditioning, and I am more than willing to take on the task personally.

She will cum at the ring of a bell by the time I am through with her.

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"Be safe, Anya," Valina said, taking Anya in a close hug. Anya returned the hug, looking very slightly surprised and more than a little flushed at how tightly she was being held. "Please come back soon! You are always welcome!"

They were out in front of the farmhouse now, just ahead of the hazelnut trees—most of which were now de-dryaded, of course. Nearby, Mier sat on a fencepost beside Suisshu and Suisshu's sister, a quiet kitsune who didn't quite seem to understand most of what was being said and kept sucking her finger in a way that gave Senya the sinking feeling she was never going to fully recover. Next to Anya stood the clearly impatient Merisi.

"Thanks, Valina." The mage cracked a crooked grin, pulling back. "You keep my brother safe. Make sure he gets back to us in one piece, whenever he's..." She cast Senya a questioning look. "... ready to come home. I'll try to visit again next time I have a break, though with the bullshit the Chosen are pulling lately..."

Suisshu cleared her throat. "We should be leaving soon," the kitsune said. "My sister, Mier and I will go with you two some ways, Anya, but our paths will split when we reunite with Alder, and it is a long journey ahead of us." The other kitsune nodded.

"Right." Anya gave a guilty smile. "Okay." She walked up to Senya and hugged him tightly. Sneya returned the hug. "Seriously, bro. Be safe."

"I'll try." Senya gave a tired laugh. "And... if I take a while to come back, don't get too worried. Just visit when you have a chance."

"Will do." She pulled back, gripping his shoulders tightly. "And remember what I said about those puppy sprites. They have to be trained not to fuck with your head before it's actually safe to fuck them!"

"I know," Senya groaned. "Don't talk to me about them, Anya, it's really weird hearing it from you."

Anya rolled her eyes and laughed. "Alright. We should get moving."

Mier hopped off the fencepost as she and Suisshu filed in alongside Anya and Merisi. The bard gave Senya one little wave and a smile, which Senya returned.

Merisi had seemed uncomfortable talking to Senya ever since her flight from Jerrod. Senya had told her he couldn't possibly blame her for 'abandoning' him, but she seemed troubled by it in a way he had a feeling had nothing to do with him. He hoped she worked whatever it was out on the journey ahead. Anya seemed happy for the company, at least.

As the motley band came up to the gates, Anya paused. Senya saw her whisper something to Merisi.

And then suddenly, she was right next to him—without even a pop to announce her arrival. Next to him, Valina jumped.

"Senya." Her voice was quiet "I, um... I know I've called you a bum and stuff sometimes. I made a lot of fun 'cause of... well, you know. Stupid money stuff. But you did good here."

Senya blinked.

"I... I dunno if Mom and Dad would be proud." She grimaced. "I don't give a shit about those people. But what I do know is... is that I'm... I'm..." She gave a long pause, and Senya got the sudden sense she was holding herself back, struggling with an internal block she never seemed able to overcome.

Finally, she gave a guilty grin. "Great-Uncle Yvun would be fucking furious."

"Oh, gods, he'd be livid." Senya nodded slightly, blinking back tears, and he squeezed his sister's hand hard, trying to get across that he knew what she meant, that she didn't need to say it—even though a part of him wished she would. A struggle for another time. "Don't forget to write."

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"Oh," Laca whimpered, trembling, "oh, please... oh, gooood girl... goooood girl... moooo!"

Bobbin moaned, beaming up at the holstaur with her lips dripping with milk. "Good cow," she breathed, before burying her face back in the holstaur's massive tits. "Mm—mm!"

They wriggled against one another in the grass, Laca clutching at Bobbin desperately, Bobbin's moans slipping between dominant and desperate with the ease of oil slipping over water. Their moans and cries of orgasmic bliss were nearly deafening, neverending.

Senya's cock throbbed at the sight.

"They're gonna be like that for a while," chirped Nun cheerfully, as she nudged Valina and Senya past the barn stall.

"Will they ever..." Valina licked her lips. So did Senya.

"They'll regain some will, of course." Nun shrugged. "We did what we could. The thing is, they'll have to want to use that will, and... well, they are very happy now. It won't be a problem for a long, long time." She smiled across Valina at Senya. "If they do recover, the Gem will serve as a cushion—a feather to tickle the disobedient mind into forgetfulness. They will not think to leave the Ranch, nor to seek to master it. "

The three of them strode out of the barn into a cool, sunny afternoon. It was autumn, now—yet another reminder to Senya of how much time he'd lost. The grass was still green, though, and it felt soft between his toes.

Anya's group had left earlier that morning. It seemed that everyone was gone, in fact. The Matriarch had bid her farewell, with many of the Crows following. Now it was only Nun, Valina, and Senya.

And the prisoners.

"So the wards work is done," Senya confirmed, biting his lip. "Finished. They'll all be bound. The... the real monsters, I mean."

"Oh, yes." Nun laughed. "I wouldn't call them monsters, though. Just... bad people who made bad choices." The enchantress glanced up at the sky, her expression unreadable. "I think calling them monsters is very kind, really. The scarecrows never had a choice but to be bad."

"And Bobbin did." Senya looked up at the peaceful rolling clouds. "So they might be released one day? Even Ambrosia?"

Valina's voice was tight. "Not ever Ambrosia."

"Well..." Nun sounded a bit uncomfortable, but she just laughed again. "It is complicated. They are here to be kept busy, so that they do not harm others. But if we believe that one has truly reformed... well, it is easy to tell. Fey are very bad at long-term planning, and to trick us would require that." She gestured behind them, her pocket jingling again—reminding Senya of his curiosity from earlier. "You see what it does to a fey's mind with those two. Twists them. It is very sad to see a fey try to bend around the future."

"So some of them might be allowed to leave someday."

Nun nodded cheerfully. "I have hopes for Brigitte."

"And they'll just... stay here until then? Waiting? The Gem is enough to do all that?"

Valina and Nun exchanged looks.

"You really must tell him," Nun said, grimacing. "The silly boy is positively oblivious."

Valina bit her lip and gave a tiny nod. The next thing Senya knew, Valina was lacing her fingers with his. "Senya," she said, in the voice she used to tell him he would not get to cum today, "there... is one problem."

He stared into her pretty green eyes. From nearby, he heard the jingling of a bell.

She leaned in and kissed him—softly, sweetly, first on the cheek and then on the lips, her rough tongue slipping into his mouth to play. He melted into the kiss, into her arms, and she held him like that as she pulled back and moved to his ear. "The Ranch needs a Warden," she cooed.

His cock throbbed. He tried to speak, but no sound emerged.

"Needs a good boy," the catgirl hummed.

His cock throbbed. He whimpered slightly, still unable to form words.

"It needs a needy toy," Nun said, and he felt her hands on his shoulders, heard that jingling close to his ear, but he couldn't turn around. He was lost in a loving daze as Valina's words rang in his head—the same words he had been hearing ever since he'd arrived here, the same promises, the same delights.

Valina pulled back, clasping his hand in hers with a guilty smile. "And you know that," the catgirl said.

Senya blinked.

"Yes," he said, his heart quickening. "I... I knew."

The catgirl leaned in and nuzzled his cheek. "You've always been so submissive," she purred. "So easy. You never wanted to fight. Never wanted to be Master, never wanted control. But that's not what a Warden is for."

"From the beginning, I wondered," Nun said lightly, giggling softly behind him. "How easy it was to melt you. And then I saw you bonded with the Verdant Star..."

He whimpered as their hands caressed his face.

And then they turned him to gaze over Valina's shoulder, and he saw where they had led him.

Three fleece sprites lay in the pen, snoozing lightly, their curvy, fluffy forms on full display. As he stared, their eyes flickered open, almost in unison. They looked up at him with drooping eyelids. And smiled.

"Hello, sweet boy," whispered Angora, stretching slightly. "We've been waiting for you."

"It is your choice," Valina cooed in his ear, as her fingers stroked his cock. "And it will not change anything between us. If you do not want it... I will make you cum right now." She licked his neck as he felt Nun's fingers unbuckling his belt. "I will fuck your brains out. I will suck you."

He gasped. Whimpered. Squirmed in Valina's arms.

"I will be a good Kitten," she breathed. "And we can go home, or go to Nyaska, and..." She took a deep breath, and he felt her quivering against him, knew how much this question meant to her. "Or. Or.

"Or you can help us. And I will help you. I will take care of you. I will be this Warden's warden, teach you all the ways to please me, protect you—if you ever need me to, I will take your place in a heartbeat, and be a happy little Kitten for a few days for these fey so you can clear your head. I love you so much, Senya." She squeezed him tightly. "You... are Kitten's very good boy."

He stared into Angora's eyes. Breathed in Valina's sweet scent.

He thought of the Thriae and their pitchers of golden honey. He thought of the beembos and their mind-numbing fantasies. He thought of the jiggling, hypnotic slime girls, and of sly, condescending Scarlet, and of Brigitte's intoxicating embrace Tricin's hypnotic sway and Mommy's sweet, sweet milk and Bobbi's fierce appetites. He thought of giggling little Kitten, sucking at his dick through his trousers, the submissive catgirl who switched for him and him alone.

"Tel..." His voice was hioarse. "Tell me what I'll have to do."

He knew very well. But he wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it.

Nun's voice was silken as she stroked his cock with delicate fingers. "You will serve as Warden," the enchantress purred, "and satisfy the inmates to their hearts' delights. You will be their toy through day and night. There will be days, weeks, months you spend wandering in a daze, lost in lust, passed between slime girls and fleece sprites and alraunes and the rose hamadryad and the Thriae like a walking sex toy. You will be as much their prisoner as they are yours."

"You'll b-be addicted to it all," Valina whimpered, and he realized she was stroking herself, "l-lost in all of it. B-But you will also have times where they let you be free, and you can eat b-breakfast with your sister, and b-build t-tables and chairs, and... oh, and y-you and I can sit by the fire and... and..."

"And she can fuck you," Nun cooed, giving his cock a slick squeeze.

Senya stared into Angora's lazy, happy eyes. She blew him a little kiss.

"You will satisfy their every last urge," nun cooed, "so that they are too happy to resist the Star's power, too happy to resent their place, nice and satisfied with their docile, obedient, submissive, helpless little Warden. Mommy will never dream of wanting more with her good boy at her teat. The Thriae will never even need to call on the hive with their happy little honey drone already happy to serve at their every, every need."

"You," Kitten husked, her voice nearly a squeak, "w-will be treated like a... l-like the nice, horny little needy toy... that you are."

There was a long silence.

"Senya?" Kitten asked, pulling back slightly. "Senya, what—"

"I'm a good boy," Senya whispered.

There was a short, intoxicating silence. His head spun with uncertainty, with excitement, but above all else, with pure, dizzy joy.

He felt a click around his neck. "Yes, you are, sweetie."

He looked down.

A little silver collar, bearing three tiny silver bells, had been snapped around his neck. And he intuitively sensed that it would never, ever come off.

Nun's hand slipped away from his cock.

And with twin giggles, she and Valina gave him a gentle shove. He tumbled into the pen with little more than a squeak, and as he fell, he already felt his mind drooping, felt his head buzzing, felt the magics settling in on him, binding him to the Verdant Ward.

"Well, hello," Angora breathed, as he lay on his back. She giggled, slowly climbing atop him, kissing his neck all the while. "If it isn't our ex-Master. It's so..." She yawned. "Nice to see you again," she finished, smiling sleepily down at him.

And as the fleece sprites slowly piled up atop him, as Senya found himself immersed in soft, sweet pleasure, as the fleece sprites cooed and giggled and whispered promises of just how much fun they would have over the next eternity...

He found himself wondering what kind of wood he'd want to use to repair their fence.

And then he started cumming, and all thought oozed from his happy, horny mind as fuzzy bliss smothered him, and he settled in to dream.

To dream of all the beauties who now owned him, mind, body and soul.

THE END.

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