The Bimbo Ballet

Larya's legs felt a bit wobbly as she took another step. "Nnuh," she managed weakly. Her head felt so sparkly and... cloudy. Everything seemed to be fogging over.

Tess twirled and spun, and Larya felt waves of dizziness rush over her. Tess leaped into the air and landed to Larya's right. Larya turned slightly, watching her ass rock back and forth. Like a pendulum, almost. She had such a lovely shape, so perfect, so... sexual... like the embodiment of sex, of... fertility? Something primal, at least.

Larya blinked. She watched the tail flick and turned slightly as the succubus passed between her and the entrance. That worried her a little. Harmless to watch, the voice echoed in her head. What if she blocks my escape?

But these thoughts were distant and staticky, and when Tess circled back around to face Larya once more, Larya felt herself smiling with relief. It was harmless. Harmless to watch.

Tess paused in her steps and craned her neck to survey Larya, beaming as her hips swung from left to right, right to left, slow and yet abrupt. "You're a mess, aren't you?"

"Uh..." Larya blinked rapidly, trying to shake herself from the trance. Not that she was entranced. It was harmless to watch. Wasn't it?

Vaguely, she felt something tightening around her. She saw the ribbons go taut in Tess's hands, and something like a question occurred to her.

"Am I?" she whimpered.

Tess licked her lips. There was a hungry glint in those odd eyes as she advanced on Larya, and the druidess suddenly felt afraid, the primordial fear of a prey animal being approached by something marked in poisonous colors—and smelling so intoxicatingly wonderful. Like soapy lavender. Danger. Danger. Danger. Like a mouse in a gopher snake's eyes, she couldn't get enough of it. She wasn't designed to escape this wonderful predator.

Larya tried to step back as Tess drew near, but the ribbons went taut, and the next thing she knew she was clutched in Tess' embrace, staring into those strange eyes. A little, "Ooh," escaped her lips as Tess's hand slipped over the small of her back and pulled them together Tess was so soft. So commanding. So warm.

"You're a pretty thing, aren't you?" the succubus cooed, stroking Larya's cheek with the back of her free hand. Larya found herself whimpering, leaning into the touch, overwhelmed with the basic animal need to submit.

"I d- I don't, um-" Larya's breath was shallow as she hung helpless in Tess's clutches. "A-Am I?"

She'd meant that to sound playful, defiant, even. It did not.

"Dance with me, pretty thing," Tess whispered, and pushed Larya away.

Larya went spinning away from the succubus, twirled along the ribbons like a yo-yo. She squeaked in surprise, stumbling, a frantic and pitiful tune accompanying her footfalls like she was the waif in some cautionary ballet.

She heard Tess dancing after her, a sinister but alluring, otherworldly tune. The ballet's villain, the wolf to lead her astray, the spider to catch her in its web. Larya didn't know why she felt so... so weak at the thought. The music surrounded her, immersed her in her role as she hesitantly turned around, dizzy and dazed.

Tess advanced on her, hips swinging, lips curved upward in a sly, confident smile. Larya stumbled away, her footfalls making meek, scared little notes that echoed through the room, reminding her of her vulnerability. She bit her lip, watching the succubus' ass sway. Tess was like a spider with an ass like an arachne girl's spinneret.

Larya needed to get away. Needed to run.

She watched Tess's butt jiggle and sway, and realized she was turning around again as Tess wound the ribbons around her. A little whimper of pure terror escaped her.

Well, not pure terror. Her head was spinning with unwanted need.

Tess tutted, turning and stepping up close. The music rang in Larya's ears, reminding her of her role, and she stared with a quivering lower lip at her seductress. "What's the matter, little bunny?" Tess cooed, running ticklish fingertips over Larya's lips, over her cheek and neck. Larya squirmed as Tess held her to her, lifting her slightly into the air.

"I- I duh- " Larya's words cut off into a tiny squeal as Tess spun her about in the air, sending her into a pirouette she'd had no idea she could do. The music rang endlessly in her head as she spun round and round, her thoughts scattering to the corners of her mind, her mind sloshing like an ocean in storm.

She came to a step, staring at Tess, and realized she was holding the other end of the ribbon. She stared at it, shocked.

Had she... been dancing along without even realizing it?

"Oh, Larya," sang Tess's lovely voice.

Larya's eyes climbed with dread to see that the ribbon was now tied around Tess's hips. The succubus was smiling as Larya's gaze sank once more into the marvelous, swinging bubble butt.

The druidess stumbled to regain her bearings as Tess advanced. The music swelled, filling her mind, flooding her thoughts with... with...

Larya realized she was sinking to her knees, and she couldn't even tell if Tess had bound her legs together or if she was just doing what the music told her to do. It felt like the notes weren't coming when she touched the floor—the notes were guiding her to touch the floor just so, to step here, to kneel there. Guiding her to obey.

Oh, gods, she thought, whimpering and squirming on her knees as Tess drew near, I'm being brainwashed by a dance number.

"I've noticed you like my ass," Tess said sweetly, swinging her hips as she twirled around Larya. "Is that right?"

Larya blinked and stared at the jiggling posterior, now eye level, inescapable. So soft, so round, obscured only by such a minimalist article. "It's... it's um..." The notes rang in her head, incessant, unbearably catchy. "D-Do I have to sing about it?" she whimpered.

Tess's dancing paused for a moment.

She burst out laughing.

"Oh, Larya," she said sweetly, resuming her dance, "I enjoy you! You needn't sing... unless you feel inspired."

Adoring mockery dripped from her voice. Larya drowned in it.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Larya swayed from side to side, and suddenly even staying on her knees felt so difficult.

"It's l-lovely," Larya whispered. "So... big... plump... I can't..."

"It's just pulling your thoughts away, isn't it?" Tess purred. "It's so big, and it keeps... winding... around... that's your problem, my Larya."

"Ah?" Larya couldn't think clearly. Everything was a green fog. The tail flicked about, keeping her eyes trained on Tess's rear, keeping her thoughts dedicated to... "... pretty?"

"Your problem," Tess said softly, "is gravity."

Larya blinked. "Oh."

"Oh, yes," Tess went on, dancing and twirling, swinging her hips, caressing her body, "it's so hard to resist gravity right now. My ass is too big, and you're just so small. Your brain is just so tiny. It's just getting pulled away from you, isn't it?"

"Uh. No." Larya tried to shake her head, but realized she was just moving in time with Tess's swinging ass again. Her cheeks burned, realizing she was naked, half-tied up with ribbons, kneeling before an obvious demoness's ass like it was her new goddess.

"Pulled away," Tess sang. "Drained. I'm just... reeling them in..." Her ass wound around and around, like a... a fishing pole's, um... "Reeling you in," Tess added with a wicked smile.

"No," Larya whispered.

"Yes," Tess admonished, dancing around Larya with a sweet voice and a sweeter melody. The tail was sliding over Larya's shoulder, and though Larya struggled to keep up with the spinning succubus, she couldn't quite see where the tail had gone.

Larya's eyelids drooped. "Yes?"

She felt something slipping around her neck, and had only a moment to whimper in confusion before it tightened. And locked.

The tail had tied around her neck like a noose.

Like a leash and collar.

"Yes," Tess hissed, stroking Larya's hair with a hand as she started to move away. "And it's all just... too... heavy."

"H-Heavy." Larya's head lolled, and she felt something—was it gravity?—tugging her forward. She fell onto her hands and knees, staring up at that worshipful, wonderful ass. It was like a great, big heart, swinging and squishing, so soft and serpentine in its motions as it gently moved away from her.

Tugging her forward.

Like gravity.

"That's right," Tess cooed, leading her on. The music was dying down, now, the final chords of Larya's fading will as Larya crawled after. "So heavy. Just a nice, dumb, heavy silly slut."

Larya moaned, her eyes wide. She couldn't. Couldn't resist. Couldn't remember why to resist. A blissful peace was settling over her as that tail tightened.

"And you want it," Tess went on, giggling. "Greedy little bunny. You want me."

"Yes," Larya whimprered, and she realized how good it felt to just say yes, how easy it was. "Yes."

"Good little bunny." Tess's tail tugged Larya sharply, and Larya crawled faster. "And you're okay if I brand you as my little hypnotized toy, aren't you?"

"Yes," Larya cried. She wanted that. She wanted all of it so much. The music rang in her head endlessly, enticing, intoxicating. She wanted to belong to Tess, didn't she? Wanted to belong to that wonderful ass. "Yes, please!"

"Kiss me."

Larya blinked.

The collar tugged.

She found herself craning her neck up, whimpering in soft humiliation and bliss as she started to kiss Tess's lovely, soft rear. Tess was so soft. Smelled so sweet. She moaned, licking and kissing, lost in the scent. The touch. The ownership. The fly was in the web now, and bound fast.

All she needed was the bite.

"Yes," Tess purred, stroking Larya's hair as the collar grew tighter and tighter. "Mine. All mine."

"Uh-huh," Larya moaned, kissing and licking and worshiping this wonderful creature, worshipping her wonderful ass. She wanted it. She wanted all of it. She deserved it. She needed it, needed to let her thoughts drip down between her legs, needed to submit forever, to be a happy little docile sex bunny for the succubus who had claimed her.

She'd been claimed for the price of a song, and it felt so meltingly good.

"My eternal slave," Tess cooed.

And Larya was flipped onto her back by the collar, and she stared up in wonder into Tess's sparkling, odd eyes.

"Yours," Larya whimpered. She would do anything for it. Debase herself to any level. She was prey, and Tess her predator. This was all she wanted.

Tess smirked, and rose up. And the next thing Larya knew, the demoness' rear was above her, and her mistress was readying to sit down—to smother her, to make Larya give herself totally as the collar grew tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter, ready to brand her for all of eternity as the music built to a sweet, foreboding crescendo—

An ear-piercing feline yowl struck the song like an axe to a cello.

Larya felt whiplash both tonally and physically as a red blur tackled the ass—and its owner—away from her, yanking her along with it by her neck.

The music turned discordant, confused as Lim wrestled with the extremely startled succubus, hissing and spitting like a feral creature. The catgirl was totally naked, sweaty and still covered and kiss marks, but her eyes blazed with fury.

Fey really, really didn't like demons.

Larya clutched at her neck, struggling for breath as catgirl and succubus rolled and thrashed, dragging Larya along for the ride. She tried to cry out, though she had no idea what she was trying to say. Beg Lim to stop? Cry for help?

She felt rough hands grip her shoulders, and Snatch entered her frame of vision, eyes narrowed as his fingers struggled to undo the strange sort of clasp Tess's tail had locked into.

Some spark of consciousness was returning to her Larya reached up and, brushing one of Snatch's hands away, slipped her more delicate fingers between the 'clasp.' She forced it off with a choked cry and fell back to the floor. The caterwauling just a few feet away from them was reaching a high octave.

The next thing she knew, Snatch was dragging her out of the room. The music dragged on like a snake over piano keys. She massaged her neck as she was unceremoniously plopped back onto cold, ordinary stone.

"Aw, shit," she heard Snatch mutter, and she turned to see what was happening.

Lim and the succubus were locked in combat: Tess struggling to get a grip on the catgirl, or at least to push her away long enough to recover, Lim refusing to let up. The catgirl wasn't yowling anymore.

Because her sharp teeth were buried in the succubus' shoulder.

They rolled back and forth as Larya and Snatch watched. Larya vaguely felt she should do something, though she felt confused, sleepy. And Snatch seemed reluctantly to reenter the room. The music was a chaotic medley.

And then with a sudden rise in pitch and tempo, the catgirl and succubus went tumbling head-over-heels and crashed through the stained glass window.

"Shit!" Larya cried, bolting to the window. The music rang out like an alarmed chase, but she paid it no heed. Snatch hurried after.

One of the last intact stained glass windows was no more, and as ordinary moonlight struck the emerald floor, the music seemed to die slightly.

The succubus was nowhere to be seen.

Lim, however, was thrasing and squealing in surprise as a massive whorelip plant draped over the jungle canopy wound around her, bathing her in kisses and giggling, ticklish touches. Her eyes were wide, her ears flat, and her mouth open as a mewl escaped her.

Larya exchanged an uncertain look with Snatch. "Okay, now what?"

"Ah! Ah! No! EEEEee!" Lim writhed and giggled as the whorelip kissed and tickled all over her wiry frame. "Haha! Hee! No! Ee! Yes! I'm fine! I'm fieEEEE!"

"Do we rescue you or what?"

The catgirl giggled and nodded desperately. "No! Heehee! I'm - ah! mm! - fine! Ooh! Ah!"

Larya giggled slightly. "Okay, there's a lieberry bush somewhere in that mass of vines, isn't there?"

"Hee! Ah! Mm! Nuh-uh!" Lim started to nod, then shook her head, her eyes assuming a spiraling purple-and-pink pattern as she beamed up at them. "They t-totally didn't - ah! Didn't slip a whole clump in my - ah! haha! - mouth and m-m-make me swall-" Her voice broke off into a high-pitched mewl.

"Fucking hell," Snatch muttered, hefting his scythe. "We're gonna have to actually cut her down and drag her back inside, aren't we?"

Larya cast a nervous glance about them. "With all this noise, there's gonna be a lot of trouble pretty soon. We still need to work out a way into the vault."

"What? Oh." Snatch shrugged, gesturing back. "I broke the lock with a rock. It's not trapped or anything."

Larya stared at him, trying to ignore the shrieking catgirl off to the side. "What. There isn't a demon, or - or some sort of evil magic inside?"

Snatch blinked. "I mean, why would there be a demon inside? The whole point of this artifact is that the demons never got to corrupt it. The room's just got some standard 'no evil shall enter' wards on the doorway, which barely bug me and definitely wouldn't bug you." He glanced at Lim, then back toward the vault. "I was wondering why you didn't just go in. Would've saved us a lot of trouble."

Larya's whole face heated up as she slowly walked across the chamber. The ebbing magical music of the floor produced something suspiciously similar to a "whomp-whomp."

THE END.

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