Monstrous Ranch - Laca's Delights

"What a very good girl you are," Mommy said sweetly, caressing Bobbi's cheek. "And I think this girl deserves a little treat!"

"Oh, yes," Bobbi cooed, clutching her mistress desperately, "yes, please!"

And she began to suckle once more as they continued their journey—the catgirl still crawling between her legs, helpless to do anything but lick.

As of now, Bobbi was a house fey without a house.

But as she clutched at the holstaur's tit and drank deep of liquid lust, of sweet, creamy obedience, she knew that she was home.

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Senya awoke to the sounds of suckling. Loud, passionate, whimper-filled suckling.

He lay in something soft. Soft and warm. Like a comforter, maybe, soft and warm and easy to cuddle into.

Senya felt warm. And happy. And full. His eyes fluttered open, and he dimly registered the figure of a beautiful woman with enormous breasts sitting nearby.

Mommy. His mistress, his owner, his keeper, his... his everything, now.

He bit his lip. Something about that felt wrong. But he still felt so groggy and mushy. He blinked rapidly, even as the temptation to settle back into the bed grew stronger.

Mommy lay up by the head of the bed, and he lay closer to the foot. She was nursing two humans he didn't recognize—a brawny man with long, straight black hair in a ponytail and an equally brawny woman with curly black hair in a bun.

Bobbin knelt behind them, her fingers seeing to both their needs with clearly merciless delight.

They had been warriors, maybe—perhaps the owners of the surprisingly lovely, posh home they were in now—but now they were nothing but..

"Good girl," Mommy cooed, eliciting joyous whimpers from the woman. "Good boy!" The man moaned in assent, his eyes empty, his cock throbbing as Bobbi gently stroked it. "So kind of you to let your Mistress live here to take care of you. You sillies could never take care of yourselves, could you?"

They moaned their agreement, milk dribbling from their quivering lips.

Senya blinked rapidly. Something about this... felt wrong.

But a tickling voice at the back of his head told him that the only thing wrong about it was that he wasn't there with them, begging for just a little suckle to settle his thoughts back into nice, docile empty obedience.

He desperately tried to push those thoughts away, to pull himself up...

And a soft, warm hand gripped his tightly.

Senya turned and found himself staring into milky green eyes.

Kitten was on her hands and knees upon the bed, staring down at him. "We have to go," she whispered. "Before M-Mommy... please, come on!"

She tugged him off the bed. His knees wobbled, but he managed to remain standing. She seemed to have similar trouble as she made her way to the doorway. Still dazed, he followed, trying very not to look behind them.

"W-what happened?" he asked blearily, as they half-walked, half-crawled into the hallway, leaving the moaning homeowners—and their ultimate temptation—behind them.

For now, that ticklish part of his mind whispered.

"Mommy got us," the catgirl whimpered, and he noticed she was fingering herself. "We h-have to... have to get out. She'll be slow. If we c-can make it... make it outside, we can get... get away." She bit her lip. "M-Maybe?"

He stared at the whimpering catgirl, and it was all he could do not to drop down, to grab her ass, to fuck her, to beg her...

They made it to the end of the hallway as he reached down and gripped her by the hand. She looked up at him with lust-clouded eyes, and he knew then that if he tried to fuck her, right there in the hallway, she would be his. She would beg him, do anything for him. She would melt for him completely right now. She was that close. He could smell her arousal as thick as smoke, and it dizzied him with its intensity. The catgirl had been cumming all day.

Instead, he pulled her all the way to her feet. "Let's go," he whispered.

With trembling fingers, he opened the door.

They barely made it down the stairs, even as the sounds of the holstaur grew more distant. They couldn't even hear Bobbin's giggling anymore. All they could hear were the distant wet sounds. Unfortunately, those sounds were what made Senya's cock throb hard enough to make him cry.

"We're almost out," he heard Kitten say, her voice cracking a little. He knew how desperate she was to play with herself, even as he held her hand tightly in his. How badly she wanted to edge herself, to empty her mind with needy pleasure, to make herself a good, obedient pet...

And he looked down and saw his hand sliding over his long, hard, slick cock.

They exchanged looks. With her free hand, she was slowly rubbing her clit, her breaths turning deep and ragged with every stroke.

"W-We need to stop," she whispered, even as she leaned in to kiss him.

"Yes," he whimpered obediently, also leaning in. He could feel himself sinking... dripping...

At the last second, she pulled away with a tortured little mewl. "Mustn't," she said, pulling her hand away from her dripping clit. With the same hand, she pulled his hand away and put it back at his side, where it obediently stated. "Mustn't!"

"Resist," he slurred, and reached for the doorknob.

They came to a cozy little kitchen. Someone had been preparing dinner in here, it seemed, judging by the carrots and chopped peppers alongside the sharp vegetable knife on the counter.

Senya bit his lip. The mundanity of the room helped a little to calm himself. Yes. He needed to get back. To get out. To escape to... normal life.

No matter how very badly he wanted to give in to this strange, wonderful world of submission.

Kitten squeezed his hand, and he looked down at her as she bit her lip. "C'mon," she said, leading him in. He followed her docilely, his head still spinning a little. They walked over to the counter, swaying with every step.

"Aww."

Senya spun, his heart lurching into stumbling wakefulness. Bobbin stood in the doorway, leaning upon the stair rail. She had a crooked smile as she watched them. "Look at you. So eager to leave? But we haven't even started on you yet, have we, boy?"

Senya pressed himself up against the counter, his heart pounding. "S-Stay back" he whispered, trying very hard to avoid looking at her dancing fingers, at her gleaming eyes. She could hypnotize him without even trying right now. He was so horny, so foggy, so eager to submit to any mistress. If he broke, Kitten wouldn't stand a chance.

He heard a giggle in his ear. Soft lips pressed against his neck in a wet little kiss. "Hi, 'Master'," purred a small voice in his ear. "Does... does Master need me?"

Senya's eyes widened. So did Bobbin's smile as Kitten kissed up his neck to his cheek.

"N-No," he whimpered.

"Heehee!" The catgirl gave his cheek an affectionate lick. "Silly boy. So easily led."

"He is, isn't he?" Bobbin slowly advanced, swinging her narrow hips. The lithe, muscular fey brushed back her light auburn bangs, tangled and messy with milk and juices, and grinned at him. Her normally fiery orange eyes were glazed, like a lazy, blurred sunset. "Or maybe he's just eager," she teased, dancing her fingers before his eyes.

He blinked rapidly. Unconsciously, his eyes kept trying to follow her fingers, and his heart seemed to slow down whenever they came close to his face.

In desperation, Senya closed his eyes.

A second later, he felt Kitten licking over his face, purring against him. She had tricked him down here, and now she was enjoying her toy. A lot, judging by how she'd started humping his side, grinding along his whole body. She moaned.

"Yes, that's it!" Bobbin cooed in his ear. "Close your eyes. Focus on how good she feels—" Kitten's knee climbed up and rubbed over his cock. "How good she sounds—" Kitten made little cooing sounds of pleasure in his ear. "She was always a submissive little whore, but you were her submissive little bimbo from the start, weren't you? Let it all sink into that easy, eager, sleepy brain of yours."

"Nn." Senya tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't, not with Kitten licking over them. He was trapped. Trapped in a void of sensation and moaning. "Nn!"

"And you're just getting so happy and horny and obedient, aren't you?" Bobbin giggled, her hand lazily stroking over his shaft. "Ooh... So obedient and vacant... so complacent..." She cupped his cheek, and he obediently turned to face her without thinking. As Kitten abandoned his face and returned to noisily kissing, licking and sucking along his neck, his eyes fluttered open.

He gazed into Bobbin's misty sunset eyes as she smiled at him. "Good boy," she said smugly. "You can't resist. You don't want to resist! Doesn't it feel good to just be a good boy?"

"Ye—" He cut himself off, trembling.

"Of course it does," she whispered, and she kissed him. He sank into the kiss, his eyes locked with hers. He could almost hear her teasing him in his mind. Feels so good to be a good boy. Obedient. Vacant. Pliant. Easy, eager, sleepy brain.

His brain felt so easy. So eager and sleepy. His eyes were glossy and blank, he knew. Just like hers.

As she pulled back from the kiss, she smirked at him. He found himself leaning after her, yearning for her wonderful lips. "Want more?" she cooed.

Senya stuttered helplessly as he saw her reach behind her and procure a small, glass baby bottle.

It was full to the brim with milk.

He licked his lips.

"Do you..." Bobbin said, her voice slow and sensuous and husky, "want more?"

"More pleasure," whined Kitten in his ear, licking his hair tenderly. "More submission. More Mommy." He was trembling, but she had him pinned to the counter, wouldn't let him squirm, wouldn't let him look away. He couldn't escape her sweet little kisses and licks, nor the words. "More fuzzy-fluffy empty bimbo!" the kitten bubbled in his ear, as her delicate fingers caressed his erect cock until it throbbed.

"Do you want it?" Bobbin teased, holding up the bottle. With her free hand, she caressed the back of his head. She could easily force him to drink, and they both knew it. "Do you want it, boy?"

"You know you want it. Good boys always want what's best for them." Kitten giggled, giving his neck a long lick, and bounced up and down along his side a couple times as he panted and swayed. "More kisses to make you nice and horny. More fun play. More..." Her voice dropped to a hiss, half-breaking with pleasure as she trembled against him, and he realized she was cumming. "... pleasure."

"Listen to her," Bobbin cooed, and she wetted her finger on the bottle's nipple. She reached over his shoulder, and out of the corner of his eye, she saw her press it up to Kitten's lips. He heard Kitten wetly sucking. Right in his ear. "What do you want, boy?"

Kitten moaned as she sucked. The moan buzzed and crackled in Senya's ear like static, like fuzzy, electric fog.

When he finally said it, it was almost too small to hear.

"What was that?" Bobbin teased.

"More," Senya whimpered, totally enrapt in the clutches of these two fey beauties.

Kitten stopped sucking, pulled off the finger, and started tenderly licking it. "What was that?" she asked, pausing to kiss him wetly on the cheek.

"More!" he cried, trembling as he stared at the wonderful milk. "P-Please, more!"

"I dunno, sweetie..." Bobbi giggled, leaning closer. "You seem scared. Maybe we should let you go?"

Even as Senya's mind struggled and begged for caution, his body shook his head no, eyes wide with pure, mindless need.

And Bobbin and Kitten giggled.

"Okay, baby," Bobbin said smugly, tilting his head back. "Here you go!"

When the rubber nipple slipped into his mouth, all conscious thought left him in an eyelid's flutter. Instinct took over. Soon, pure pleasure was coursing through his mouth as Senya drank, and drank, and drank. Mommy's milk was like a balm for the burns of thought, and he was so, so relieved to be returned to his natural state.

And when Bobbi picked him up, took him over to the couch, and mounted him, it was all he could do to squeal in joy, the empty bottle falling aside. He felt so wonderfully vulnerable, so weak-willed, so obedient, Bobbi could have told him to jump into the Wraithstream and he would have happily obeyed.

Instead, she was bouncing wildly atop him, bending him over the edge of the couch, kissing him, nibbling his neck. She was almost animalistic in her lust. The hob shrieked with glee as she came, and her shrieks became screams as he started to cum, too, bucking up unconsciously into her. It was like she was devouring him, fucking his—fucking his—

"Fucking your—your fucking b-brains out," she hissed, her breaths ragged with wild abandon as she pressed his shoulders against the floor and gyrated her hips around his shaft. "Do you want that? Do you?"

"Yes!" he cried. "Y-Yes!"

"I know you do!" she sang in triumph. "You always—always—oh—" Her eyes widened, and her grip on his shoulders became almost choking. "Oh—oh—"

And they came in screaming tandem. Senya's whole soul was crying, whimpering, singing in pure bliss, and he lay there in wonderful submission as Bobbi fucked his needy little brains out.

They came at least four times together, and each time he neared another climax, he could feel Bobbi reaching into his essence to help him cum, tickling his soul until he was able to cum again, and again, and again. By the end of it, his soul was a molten wreck, a mess of gooey lust and adoration. Adoration for Bobbi, adoration for Mommy, adoration for everything they had done to him—and everything that would be done to him now that he was theirs for good. He lay there, staring up in dreamy bliss at the woman who was slowly reducing his very essence to her plaything, and vacantly waited to receive more,

more,

more.

Bobbi beamed down at him, her expression almost manic in her own ecstasy. "That's right!" she cooed. "You're gonna cum—your—brains—"

And then nimble hands darted around Bobbi's head and stuck the bottle, fully refilled, right into her open mouth.

Bobbi had a tiny, minuscule moment to resist. Senya saw it come, and he saw it go. Her eyes widened, then drifted half-shut, then glazed over completely as she grasped the bottle, started to eagerly suck, and slipped off of Senya's throbbing cock without another word.

Kitten appeared in Senya's field of vision, giggling, stroking Bobbi's hair as the hob curled up on the couch and drank, placid and docile as a little doll.

For a brief moment, pleasure-drunk, almost completely mindless, Senya had a tiny spark of hope that he was about to be saved.

Then Kitten turned to him, her eyes shining with lust, and he knew.

She took his hand.

"We have to go," she whispered, suppressing a giggle. "Before M-Mommy misses us!"

He struggled, but only weakly, as the catgirl picked him up and carried him—accenting each step with a kiss on his half-open lips as he tried to muster some sort of protest that wasn't about his now-lonely cock—back up the stairs.

They reentered the bedroom. Mommy was there—alone, now, making Senya dimly wonder how long he'd been out. She lay back on the great bed, smiling slyly as Kitten deposited him gently on the base of the bed. The catgirl planted one last tender kiss on his cheek.

"Good girl, Kitten," Mommy said sweetly. "Go make sure our naughty Bobbi drinks the second bottle, then bring her back up here."

"Y-Yes, Mommy" Kitten said, her ears drooping slightly as she turned away.

"And Kitten?"

Kitten turned back, her ears perking up as Mommy patted her left breast.

"When you get back, Bobbi will be helping you and our dear boy... enjoy me!" Her eyes sparkled. "I think our little kitty has earned a little suckle, don't you?

Kitten's eyes widened with delight, even as Senya's heart sank with dread. He had never suckled Mommy alongside another, not when there was time for... mischief.

He could only imagine how easily his brain would melt when his beloved Kitten was drinking right alongside him, ready and eager to play as they both drifted into... into...

Mommy smiled at him and spread her arms wide. "Well, baby?" she cooed.

Senya trembled. "N-No," he whimpered, crawling forward. His head felt like it was sloshing, like he was already full of milk, as he faced at those beautiful, perfect breasts.

The holstaur tutted, caressing his cheek. "No more naughty words," she scolded. Her eyes glimmered, capturing him in their milky depths as her fingers gently tickled his cheeks. "You want to be obedient, don't you?" She cupped his chin, stroking his hair as her eyes shimmered. "You want to be good." Her voice was as smooth as warm milk, as sweet as honeyed cream. It trickled over Senya like syrup, like thick, suffocating, blissful honey. Like the sweet, addictive milk that even now dribbled from her soft, smooth breasts. "You want to be a nice, good, obedient baby boy for Mommy."

"Nnnn..." His protest didn't sound very convincing at all. It didn't help that he was leaning forward with a look of pure longing. His head was buzzing wonderfully, and he knew, staring down at her immense, milky tit, just how to make it even better.

He needed to fight. Needed to resist. But, his mushy mind reasoned, Mommy loved being suckled. If he pleased her enough, maybe she would get confident. Maybe she would start behaving recklessly, assured that he was her brainwashed little pet. Maybe she would start to tease him, start to gloat, start to make him feel like a silly, submissive little fool for giving in so easily. Maybe she would fill him up like a milk kitten, treat him like a good boy, if only he submitted right now. Completely.

He gave a soft whine, realizing he had crawled right up to her. His eyes were fixated upon her breast, upon the slow, dribbling trickle of milk from the nipple. It would be so soft, so easy.

No more thoughts.

Just perfect, milky bliss, as Mommy promised. As Mommy deserved.

"That's right. Oh, such a good, good boy. Now..." He heard her giggle. "Come to Mommy, darling boy."

She gently pulled him to her breast and held him close, held him tight within her soft, warm embrace. He then knew he would never, ever leave.

His lips locked around her nipple, even as from behind him, he heard Kitten squealing with glee. His heart fluttered as he knew he was about to have a sucklemate.

And as the three of them converged upon their Mistress—as Kitten came to rest beside him, her cheek brushing by his, and her noisy licks and suckles entered his head—his mind began to drown in pure, horny excitement.

"Oh, that's..." Mommy gave a low sigh, hugging them both to her. "Oh! Oh!" She clutched them tighter, shuddering against them as they noisily drank. "Such a good—oh, good girl!"

Senya whined, lapping at the nipple as he sucked. His cock throbbed as he felt hot breath upon it, and he knew Bobbi had arrived.

"Oh, yes," the holstaur gasped, running her fingers through his hair, "s-such a good boy, oh, yes, my sweet baby boy—" She let out a high-pitched squeal. "Oh," she managed, almost whimpering her words, "oh, I'm gonna make you three cum so much... always pleasure, always f-feeling good..."

Bobbi started licking him, and he started mewling like a little bimbo, his cock throbbing desperately. Then the licking stopped, and he felt Kitten shuddering, and knew that Bobbi was licking her. Then the licking on his cock resumed. It all began to fade into an endless blur.

In Mommy's arms, he knew, he would never stop cumming. As his mind dimmed and dulled and dribbled out his drooling lips and twitching cock, he knew this pleasure would never, ever end.