NTR Quest - Immovable vs Unstoppable 4 - Deal

'There's no way I like this guy.' Sam thought. He felt an insidious unconstrained warmness towards Malik that brought him to the Orc's little kingdom again. It was the closest thing to 'home' he had in the Circus and he was meant to be there for a few more days, at least.

'I'm just using what he has.' Sam stared down the shirt of one of the Orc women. Though they were called 'Orc' that just meant that they were bought in to everything. An Orc woman was someone that was religiously and culturally converted to the extent that their Species was considered different. It was an inherently infections thing, the ideology and the species. Somehow, that thought did not weigh as heavily on Sam's mind. Though his apprehension did weigh enough to allow him to keep most of his senses about him. As one of the women offered a drink Sam smirked.
“No thanks. I brought my own. Obviously.”

“So little trust for a friend.” Malik grinned, lifting a glass.

“How about I take that glass somewhere you can't see and you can choose whether to drink it or not.” Sam asked slyly. The vial was ready in his pocket for such an opportune moment.

“Be my guest.” Malik leaned forward and passed the glass to one of his girls, who then passed the glass to Sam, who looked at the Orc strangely.

“Take it, right?” He asked.

“Somewhere I can't see.” Malik nodded.

“The hell?” Sam shrugged and stood up. He turned around and found a spot where sight was blocked from enough angles. He leaned over the glass of liquor. The vial was in his pocket and he could deploy it safely.

'He's fucking with me. Is he luring me into doing something? Why would he dare me if he wasn't going to drink it... Or is the trick to get me to play my hand at such a pointless time as this. He wouldn't literally just drink it. What I can do is shake him a bit. I'll just present it as is and watch to see how he tests it. Let's make it look good though...' Sam gave some flair. The motion of taking out the vial and pouring without actually adding anything. He returned to hand off the glass of untainted liquor.
“Let's see... You trust me, right?” Sam teased.

“Yup.” Malik laughed, taking the drink to instantly knock it back in one sip without any reservation.

Sam's eyes bulged out. “Th-the hell?” He plopped back down, staring around the camp.

'I saw that there was no way for it to be seen. In fact, for what I did show it was going to be obvious that I tampered with the drink.' He calmed himself, leaning back into the fine fabric. He draped his arms around the two girls on either side. His own were back home, safe.

'Was it a gamble? Or a legit mind-game? If I actually spiked that drink would it have been over right there?'

Malik wiggled a brow at Sam. 'This bastard still doesn't know that I see everything. I see the contents of the glass, too... Maybe it was a bit bold but the look on his face is worth it. If I keep being brazen he might figure out the trick before I add him.' He extended his arm for a refill from one of his servers. He brought the filled glass in front of his face and sniffed it.

'If he had actually played his hand there it would've been bad for him. I could've just said I caught him in the act. He wouldn't have any cards left after that but he's keeping it pretty well guarded in his pocket. That Ace...' He tilted his head back and drank the second glass more slowly.

'Just gotta make sure he doesn't get a hand to complete it with.'

“You wouldn't happen to be able to read minds, would you?” Sam asked casually.

'I can do just as well as read minds but I can also see that you're just guessing, fool.' Malik showed no reaction and simply continued drinking until his cup ran dry.
“I can read your mind.” He claimed facetiously.

“What am I thinking, then?” Sam inquired while lifting an interested brow.

'He's just humoring me. This guy misleads others like he's breathing, though, so I can't let my guard down for a second.' He leaned forward, listening intently for what Malik was going to say.

'What he tries to say here can be kinda telling. I should listen.'

“You're thinking this spot beside me is looking extra cozy right now.” It was so far off that Sam was caught off-guard. Malik leaned to his right. A spot where he was seated. A woman was sitting cockily under his arm leaning into him. She gave the impression of having the best seat in the house. As Malik said that she winked at Sam and reached forward to rub the green monster between his legs that was in arms reach.

Frowning, Sam stated. “You got a strong attraction to men it seems. I'm nothing like your escorts. Do you hide those somewhere I can't see?”

Malik grinned. It was a bad answer for how avoidant it was. There was no definitive denial. For as clever as Sam was he had nothing else to say other than a weak insult to deflect in other words.

'Weakness.' Malik thought.

'Now I can argue against a statement that wasn't even strongly held. Easily shot down and explained. Start with a doubt.' Malik gestured forward casually.

“You really think the only thing that tonic changed was your body? Have you even asked the old Raccoon what it does?”

Sam sneered. “It was just my body.”

Malik raised both hands as if measuring. “It's meant to bring you to a desired state... Like this.” He leaned over, hugged one of his Beastfolk girls extremely warmly and pawed at her breast with hand of the arm that had wrapped around her. She giggled and leaned into him, in turn, kissing him affectionately.
“A woman's a dumb breed. You think that too, right? More than me. You don't even value what part of their mind holds the soul. Well-” Malik leaned forward and grinned widely.
“You drank half that tonic. That pink liquid and your body came halfway to where it would be had you drank all of it... You think your mind is any different?”

Sam frowned subtly. “Why... Would I think you to be a friend?” He questioned subtly, glancing around the grounds.
“Just occurred to me how ridiculous that is... But I wasn't mistaken. That's something I thought'd be fine.” He finished that thought, then stood up while leveling a harsh glare on Malik.
“You did something else to me, didn't you?”

“That's true.” Malik admitted.

“What? What was it!?”

“I was a man in front of you. That's enough.”

Sam scoffed uncomfortably and began to walk away. 'Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.' He stared back at the camp for a moment, only to run right into some Beastfolk man's fat stomach. It was the body that he enjoyed having because it left no illusions in anyone's mind. Something he forgot. As comfortable as his current body was, as it had been in the past, it left open so many possibilities. It would not have been uncommon in Sam's later years to see someone like himself with the similar build and height being trained in the brothels and groomed. In fact... There was someone. As he came back within sight of his own camp he eyed the Hero. Someone that did share a similar build. The trouble was, it became so easy to imagine a lithe body as being something it was not when it was dressed up, painted and molded just slightly. He could not stop those ideas from pushing past his defenses. Intrusive ideas and images.

“Kara, Raithe.” He called out.

“Yes Master.” Both girls rushed over to him, one taking each arm.

“Were either of you familiar with the mixture I drank?” He asked.

They exchanged a curious look with one another, then stared back up at him. Kara spoke. “I think it's something that turns you into a woman.”

“You think?” He sneered, causing the Fox to flinch.

Raithe interjected. “I do not think either of us know exactly, but I think that is clearly the purpose. Those types of things can exist and... Here would be the place where they would be common.”

“Were that type of thing taken, are the changes inside and out?”

Kara was the one to answer. “It'd depend, but I think most of the time it would be inside and out, Master.”

As they were speaking the hero wandered in between the Fox sisters. With the answer he just got it was tormenting, like staring into the future. Sam gulped as she asked.
“What's wrong, Daddy?” Even her voice was different. It was subject to change. The shape of her body around her hips and rear and her thighs and chest were all easy even by his means. Her face... Was already pretty. But so was his back before the contract. He had no idea such a well-meaning question could torture him so much. In a fit he pulled her to him and bent her over immediately. Sam heated up immediately after pulling a tear in her leggings to unceremoniously fuck his 'Hero.' As he rutted into her he bent over her back. One arm hooked under her flat stomach while the other turned her chin to glance back over her shoulders at him. He muttered.
“I'm NOT like you. Understand?”

“I-I never said you were!” She panted. Her legs grew weak under the thrusting. Finally they buckled. Sam dropped down to match and continued just pounding her from behind in a self-indulgent act of outward masculinity. The whole while the two Fox sisters looked on madly on either side, covering their mouths.

“Master?” Kara asked.

“Something is definitely wrong.” Wraith observed. For the first time they witnessed something akin to insecurity. Overt insecurity at least. It was something that would have always existed and only surfaced with the change. As creatures that had been 'Blanked' by Sam's methods they could not truly find fault enough to doubt him, but they could feel the uncertainty and it did affect them. They crouched down beside him.

“Nothing!” Sam reached up and pulled at each of their collars. He kissed Raithe, then pulled Kara into his arms. The girls naturally obliged, but they were still confused and worried.
“Nothing's wrong.” He pushed the Hero off of his dick as he came.
“I'm better than ever. Look at me!” He grinned, flexing his youthful form.

Raith and Kara in their enslaved state were immediately taken in by the bravado. The two girls clapped excitedly.

“Yes!” Kara cheered.

“Master is alright.” Raithe sighed happily, hugging him.

“Stop clinging to me...” He grunted, pushing Raithe off of him and letting Kara go. He stood up and glanced down at the Hero.
“Clean that mess up. I'm gonna take a bath.”

He moved to the tent with a basin in it. One of the perks of being a VIP. Luckily most of the black water from last time had been cleaned out and replaced. Sam stripped out of his robe and plucked at his other clothing.
“Thought it would take a bit longer before you started falling apart.” Serius said from behind him.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Who says that I am?”

“It is clear. What does it prove to bend a slave over for a quick fuck? Are you a big man now that you bust your nut? Are you now powerful enough to beat the Orc?” The Raccoon taunted.

“You don't know shit!” Sam shouted, tossing the last items of clothing back in the direction of Serius's voice. He turned to see the man no longer standing there. Sam stepped forward curiously.
“I'm biding my time. I know what I'm doing with Malik. I have something set for him already.”

“Oh my.” The voice came from behind him again. Sam turned and sneered as he saw Serius lounging in his bath. Much of the water had overflowed.

“So it is a solid plan? Because I am starting to lose faith in your ability to rid me of this Orc.” Serius pouted.
“I am starting to come to terms with the fact...” He trailed off as he started scrubbing his back with a cloth.

“What?”

“That... I still get this Orc out of my fur if you turn into a woman and join his party.”

“That's what you wanted from the start, huh!?” Sam pulled a plank out of place from the bath basin, causing all of the water to begin flowing out.

Serius sighed heavily and disappeared from the tub. He reappeared dry, in his purple and red toga with an arm around Sam's shoulder.
“I HAD faith in you when we began this deal. Enough to give you-” Serius made a level gesture with his hand.
“-even odds. But rapidly you have shown yourself to simply be a vulnerable little boy compared to Malik.”

Sam pulled away from him. “Shut. Up. What d'you want from me?”

Serius floated up, appearing to be sitting in air. He crossed on leg over the other and tilted forward, then around and upside-down.
“Oooh. I don't know. I do not need much. Seems I get what I want by waiting. You'll lose the wager you made and the Orc will leave for greater things. I can just... Float on.”

“So that's it? You wait for me to lose?”

“That's the idea.” Serius grinned.
“If you think you will win you are fine! There is that rock solid plan you have going.”

The reality of it was, it was not a plan. It was simply the only thing he could do to set up a weakness. Sam only told himself that he was doing something when he used his pressure point ability on Malik's arm. To begin with, if it was not a fight it was never going to work. He knew that. The man was right. He was waiting to lose.
“You want something.”

“Hm?” Serius's short ears perked curiously. He made no other sound, expecting Sam to continue thinking aloud.

“You're like the painter, right?”

“Yuck.” Serius stuck his tongue out.

“I just meant... You're a thing that makes deals and contracts. Like him.”

“From time to time.” Serius shrugged. He made another rotation upside down to land on his feet again. He leaned back against the empty bath comfortably.
“What are you suggesting?”

“I'm a good contractor... If I'm on your bill it'll be better for me to win.”

“This is so desperate, Sam.” Serius laughs.
“I LIKE it. But... What are we really talking about here?”

“I work for you. Fuck the Painter. I'll praise and spread your name and your power however you want until I die. That's the deal. Sound good?” Sam needed a boost. His contract faded and that was probably intentional. He was useless against Malik without all the tricks he had at his disposal. The solution was so simple he was surprised he never thought of it before. He needed new tricks.

“What is the important thing you wish to avoid by not losing to that Orc?” Serius questioned.

“The most important thing is that I don't gotta see his smug face every day for the rest of my life. I don't gotta endure the humiliation of losing a bet to him. Him, taking everything I earned?” Sam shook his head.
“I don't think so. Not in this lifetime.”

“Not in this lifetime indeed...” Serius muttered, scratching the fuzz on his chin.
“Actually... I do have an opening for a 'Pit Boss' in this little circus of mine.”

“Seriously?” Sam knew the implications. If he had more authority in the Circus he could play dirty. If he could play dirty then he would be on the same level as Malik. At least he hoped.

Serius smiled impishly. “But it's a family position. If you don't mind joining my family I can offer this benefit to you right now.”

“Even better! Do it.” Sam demanded.

“You asked for it.” Serius's words became wavy and Sam's vision blurry before the Raccoon even finished talking.

“W-what?” Sam swayed back and forth, then fell into Serius who caught him rather gently.

“Wel- come- to- the family.” He offered in a sing-song voice. Sam's vision went dark.

-

When Sam awoke it was in a bed that was quite big and comfortable and far more silky than the one he had requisitioned during his short stay. He felt the sheets and smiled, wishing to stay with them a while longer. Among the nice sheets where was also something like a furry pillow. The fur was so soft and luxurious that he had to hug it, but the moment he did Sam jumped. He jumped because he felt it and the pillow retreated, slapping the bed. He gasped deeply and sat up, looking around. Sam checked his body.
“Still male... Still the same?” His ears twitched as he heard himself speak for better than he ever had.
“Ugh.” He reached up and felt his head. Short, furry ears.
“No... not the same.” He crawled of the bed and with a feeling of dread washing over him he looked for the nearest mirror. He could not find one so easily.
“Kara! Raithe!” He shouted.

“Oh relax.” Serius huffed. Sam turned to see the Raccoon sitting on the bed holding a hand mirror. Sam bent down to look in it. Soft ears like a Beastfolk. They were the color of his hair but with gray rings rounding them. Pure white colored the inside. He had a big bushy tail the color of his hair as well. It swayed behind him and also had the same rings around it, along with darker rings of even purer black. Sam barely took it all in before screaming.