NTR Quest 33 - Academy - Charli's Master

Charli was, of course, in the training area with Merit. All seven feet of him. You arrived to a peculiar but appropriate sight. First your eyes centered on the very large body of the Dog Beastfolk curled over Merit's much tinier frame. He had his bulging arm pressed down over her head to keep it pinned to the ground while his other hand was firmly grasping her hip.

Merit's ass was raised and her legs spread apart. Her hands were uselessly grasping a set of weights that had trapped her head to the ground, but were mercifully not actually harming her. She looked as though for the first time the Jackal had failed to lift something, so Charli was attempting to 'spot' her like any good boyfriend would. You heard the moans fill the Yard as he 'spotted' her particularly hard, thrusting into her raised, toned ass from behind. As you came close he turned to look at you.
“Oh hey! She was trying to lift weights so now I'm just showing her that it's not something bitches are supposed to do.” With a harsher tone that could have been quite menacing but he said it with such an upbeat attitude, as though he genuinely thought he was doing her a favor. Truthfully, you thought, maybe he was. Merit's face was fully blushed. Her mouth hung open and drooled onto the yard floor. A mask of pleasure from being rutted into from behind. She was in heaven.

You of course hated it. Hated seeing a woman you were attracted to and had respected at one point being fucked so openly and humiliatingly in front of you. You had to admit, even if he was working against you out in the open, he was an exquisite specimen of a man. Someone you wished was actually on your side as he claimed.
“Charli.”

“Yeah?” He breathed. In exercising and fucking he still practiced good breathing.

“Uh, who's your boss?” You wanted to confirm.

“It's Jace. He's in Lauda. Big guy. Not big like me but big like... You know.”

“Yeah, I know. Alright, thanks.”

“No problem!”

* *

“Jace was the one that wanted to use me originally.” Aiden explained. You were paying closer attention to something other than his words.
“He-”

You stopped him and panned your hand from Aiden's feet to his neck. To the Princes credit he did don the skirt around you and it was cute, but it was not really enough. Not in private when so much more could be done. You raised the heel on his shoes, tightened his stockings and shortened his school-length skirt so that more of his smooth thighs were shown between the skirt and stockings. Beneath his school blouse and vest you added padding to give him a small bust, then around his neck a small choker was given.
“What was it with Jace?” You finally asked.

“W-well... He was sketchy. He had no morals and I got the feeling he wanted to use me and my bloodline and uh...” Aiden blushed deeply, holding the bottom of his short skirt. His attractive legs shook, knees pointing inward.

“What.”

“It felt l-like he wanted to treat me like a girl and do things with me, as well.”

“That part isn't too bad. Right?”

“Sorry?” Aiden blinked.

“The important factor is using your bloodline for bad reasons. Making you look cute is good for the common cause, Princess.” You stared her down, though made sure not to seem too menacing.
“Right?”

“I suppose?” He paused.
“You think I look cute?”

“You do. I don't think it. It's just true.” You leaned close and stared into his vibrant green eyes knowing full well what they could do. It felt like a point of dominance to stare so deeply into them. It was like holding your hand in a dogs mouth knowing full well it would never bite down.
“Everything about you is cute.” You ran your hand through Aiden's smooth blonde hair and kissed him deeply. With how soft and big his lips were it felt exactly like kissing a woman. In appearance he was essentially no different. He was noticeably affected when you broke the kiss and bashfully looked away, only to have his gaze turned back forcefully by your hand guiding his chin.
“You just need more confidence in yourself.” You began to think out loud.
“Do your abilities work on yourself? Like, in a mirror?”

“Not sure? I wasn't taught about all the details the way my brother was.”

“Hmm...” You covered your mouth to hide your smile.
“Well, perhaps we should try?”

“I don't know about that.” Aiden said nervously.

“Know about what? You could potentially have a bit more of what you need to be a better ruler than your brother. The confidence and the will to do so, like you mentioned.” Aiden was still reluctant but looked close to agreeing so you lured him.
“How about we start small. Little tests.”

“Okay.” He relented. With that you guided him to the rooms mirror and squared him so that he was staring directly at himself.

“How does it work, exactly, as far as you know?”

Aiden breathed deeply. “I stare into the persons eyes and so long as they're staring into mine I make an agreement with them and if it is mutual the conditions are sealed.”

“Right. So...” Your mind was swimming with ideas.
“It wont work unless you agree?”

“Essentially.”

“Couldn't you just tell yourself anything you want yourself to think and make it so?”

“I don't know.” He spoke hesitantly.
“It feels like a shortcut.”

“Because it is. All of those little things that you know you like, that you want. You make an agreement with yourself and they become your law...” You smirked.
“Like wanting to be a girl. It was something you told me and showed me that you wanted more than anything.”

Aiden looked confused. “I- I did?” He stared into the mirror, at the pretty, made-up reflection that was staring back at him.
“It felt quite good being one, you told me. You wished it was easier to slip into.”

“I feel like I don't remember that...”

“It's okay.” You pointed at the mirror.

“Look into her eyes and agree with her that you are both going to be a girl from now on. Body, mind and soul. Behavior.”

She said those words and you could tell it was done. She simply had a different way about her after it was said. A slight glow and stance. She turned to you with an awkward smile.
“I... Suppose it worked.” She uttered in a practice, but now more natural and comfortable feminine tone.”

“Good girl. We can work on your self improvement some more later. For now I need you to tell me everything you know about Jace so that I can take him out.”

“The things you need to know about Jace are that he's skilled at magic. He's legacy. Local. Connected. That is all there is to know, really.” Her eyes widened at a thought.
“Oh... He's also a very bad person. But that goes without saying.”

You stared at her hesitantly. “I see.” You wondered if she was blinded by love or something else, or if he was in fact somehow far worse than you.

“Regardless, I need to catch him breaking the rules to familiarize him. That way we get him out of the way.”

“Probably for the best.” Aiden admitted.
“He's a big obstacle”

* *

The plan, as you explained it to a bashful Jeane, was to trap Jace into an open sexual encounter with a staff member; her. Such things were technically frowned upon but undoubtedly happened behind closed doors. You planned to catch him in the act and then use it as a pretense for familiarization. Jeane was uncertain about the plan but loyal to you and quite intoxicated by the 'dark lord' energy you were giving off in your deviousness. She enjoyed being a part of your plans.

When tailing Jace you found that he was a popular student with many familiars already. The bunnies you saw at the start and many, many more. A small army. You had one too, just not one that could be revealed just yet. It was a simple thing to get him to crack and go for Jeane, because she was also quite a popular target. The locals who despised most Demonkine-related things did not like her when she started to be more out in the open about her Ciar nature. Many students wanted to break her, including the 'patriotic' Jace.

You were smug. The plan was already underway. Jeane had been mobilized to entice him and they were  likely locked in the act as you approached the designated spot. You cautiously fitted the portal into the door so that you could view what was happening and catch them in the act without first revealing yourself. What you were treated to was about what you had planned, but it had taken a very unfortunate turn. The moment the portal showed the other side of the door like a keyhole, you were treated to the sight of the fat student plunging into Jeane's pale cunt from atop her slender body. She was on her back, pinned. The Elf was shaking and shuddering and cumming. Her pussy was dripping and her asshole was twitching, as well. You saw her legs splayed off to the side with her white toes curling hard.
“Say it ten more times!” He grunted.

“I'm sorry for trying to deceive you Master!” She repeated it over and over again in a high tone. She gasped after the last one.
“I-I can't take it anymore... Please!” Jeane begged.

“I'm not getting in trouble because some dark slut wanted to hop on my cock.... Fix it!” he demanded, still on top of her. He slowly drew back, his massive cock pulling from her spent pussy. It was gaped and leaking. You could see into it and the sight made your stomach turn. More than anything, though, you were confused at what could have gone so wrong. You questioned if she had any self-respect or restraint. Jeane submissively slipped onto her belly into a prostrated position in front of him as he stroked himself over her.

“I, Jeane Moreau , humbly submit my official resignation in record to the administration of this school and remove myself from all running for any position now or in the future!” She was practically begging to let it be so.
She looked up at the hole you had made and gulped as she added. “F-further more I submit myself for permanent familiarization to Jackon Vantice.” AS she said it while looking at you, you grew unexpectedly aroused. He was doing to her what you had done to others. He had so effortlessly crushed her will and made her his to the point that she was looking at you as she submitted. He had affected her so deeply that she was like a different being when he was done with her and you loved it... You just wished that it was you who was doing it. You adored the sight but the fact that it was someone you hated doing it to someone you loved filled you with dread. You gritted your teeth.

“Accept.” He said simply. The moment he accepted, Jeane's expression became far less worried and thoughtful. She adopted a satisfied smile and rose. She turned to stare at the hole she knew was there and lifted her finger obediently to direct her Master's attention to it. Jeane was no more. For now, at least. She had resigned so easily and been familiarized. Made an aid, a minion to your enemy.