P-Tier NTR Quest 9 Alt - Kara - Marrien

You pondered the question after your training of whom you wanted to enter into the mind of as a reward if Kara felt you dedicated yourself enough, which you were intent on doing. Succeeding was a forgone conclusion in your mind so it was all just a matter of who. You considered Sam. He was a great target, as you were suspicious of him and could use any information you gathered to incriminate him to your family. Then you thought about it a little more and came to an intriguing conclusion.

“What's it like entering into a body of the opposite gender? Is it safe.”

“Yeah?” Kara was surprised by the question.
“Safe as anything else. It's a great way of connecting with someone, understanding their point of view. I mean...” She shrugged.
“That's literally what you're doing so that much is obvious.” A thought crossed her mind. She sized you up briefly then slyly suggested.
“You should. It'll be a good experience.” Kara promised.

“You think so?”

“So long as you don't overdo it.”

“How would I overdo it?”

She narrowed her eyes at you. “I get that it's tempting, but each time you enter a body you leave a piece of yourself behind and that piece doesn't come back right away. When you go in and too much of yourself's already moved, you wont be able to get out until your body recovers. That can be a very not fun experience.” She was not taking it lightly. You thought to seriously heed her warning.

* *

When the day came, after so much training to perfect the techniques Kara taught you, you were finally freed to settle down in a quiet spot and reach out. You knew who you were going to occupy. Seeing through Sam's eyes would be useful, but you reasoned that seeing through your mother's eyes would be a more direct way of seeing what it was that made her not just tolerate Sam, but 'like' him. You closed your eyes and found the figure of your mother. Your Aura encompassed her and occupied her and when you opened your eyes you were looking through hers as though they were your own.

The sensation of being in an animal was unique, but not interesting. You were simply a passenger in something that was not capable of showing much thought or decision-making. Their processes were simplistic. A human was something else and you knew immediately why Kara thought you would find it appealing. You did not feel her thoughts directly, but through complex emotions and sensations you could almost intuit what Marrien was thinking. You could not move her body, but for you it was as though you were her, just without any control. You could feel everything she could in much the same way. That was too be expected. You felt death, or the moments before, within the body of a rodent so why would you not feel everything about being within Marrien's body as if it were your own?

You were looking over some pages carefully, your glasses balanced low on your nose so that you could stare down through them at the papers. Periodically you brushed smooth strands of brunette hair behind your ears. It was a peaceful moment to be caught in, but the calm was quickly broken when Sam entered the study and leaned against the door frame.
“Sam!” You called in surprise. Your mother's voice that was normally soft, yet dominating from commanding the workers had taken more of a timid bend around the man.
“I thought you left for Galea's.” The emotions you felt were disappointment and hopefulness. The disappointment, unfortunately, was not at Sam still being around as you would have wished. You were hoping he stayed and disapponted that he was leaving you.

“Something made me wanna stay. Couldn't tell you what it is.” Sam remarked, entering into the room.

“What'd I tell you about working?”

You tensed uncomfortably, feeling a faint lament. “I do not need to do it anymore.” You repeated what must have been a prior compromise. You felt the beginning of a fight, but your mood shifted on a dime as Sam stepped in front of the desk. Your heart beat rapidly and your emotions swung towards arousal and shame as you added.
“Would you... Like to look over what I wrote up?”

Sam glanced down for just a moment, barely inspecting the pages before he swiped them up and ripped them into quarters.

“Complete fucking drivel. This is why women shouldn't be put in charge of anything.” Sam spat. You gasped and felt an unusual sensation. It was completely foreign. As your thighs rubbed together you felt a warmth between your legs, then a subtle leaking. The warmth spread through your whole body, turning to a shudder. It was like a play, because you were staring up in anticipation at him while he stared knowingly down at you, as though both knew what was happening next, leaving you the only one out of the loop.
“This is the last straw, Marrien.” He acted.

“Is it?”

“You know what the most important aspect of an operation is for someone in charge?”

“Delegation.” You responded confidently.

“Exactly. Figuring out who is best for what. I feel like I need to delegate here to make sure you don't fuck up anymore.” Sam claimed. You felt as though you knew it was bullshit, but you were fully intent on going along with it.

“Should we work together to figure this out?”

“I think we should.” You stated excitedly.

“Let's see... If I do the thinking, if I have the opinions, if I write up the paperwork and sign it and I talk to the workers....”

You pushed your glasses up your face as though presenting as an authority. “It seems as though I should forgo thinking, making decisions and having opinions.” You look down in thought, pretending to do calculations in your head.
“That only leaves much of the housework, the cock-sucking, the dick-taking...”

You, the real you, as hard as it was to separate yourself, begged for any answer as to why Marrien was submitting so easily. You knew your mother to be smart, opinionated and incredibly devoted to her work. She was giving all of that up so easily in what looked like a very simple play.
“Well...” Sam said.
“Get to it.” You slid down from your seat at the desk and placed yourself under it.

'No.' You thought as you saw Sam's large body fill your seat.

'No...' You felt as though you knew what was coming. Both of you.
“I got some work to do to clean up this mess you made.” Sam claimed.

'No no no.' You reached between Sam's legs and clawed at his pants. Your smooth hands felt around his heavy bulge within.

'I have to get out, I have to-' You stopped thinking as a wave of powerful emotion washed over you. They coincided with the unveiling of Sam's member. Love, adoration, worship, anticipation. You hated what you were seeing but loved the feeling those emotions. The same chemicals released in Marrien's brain were affecting yours. You were curious. You were along for the ride.

You inhaled near the lengthy member as it was growing next to your face and shuddered. The scent was thick and so, so strong. Stronger than anything you had ever smelled before. You forgot completely that it was Marrien's senses that you were hitching a ride on, so you could not help but genuinely think.

'It- There's no way! It smells amazing. This is Sam's dick?' You felt hungry so it was convenient that the next thing you did was open your mouth and extend your tongue out towards the base of Sam's sweaty cock.
'There's no way it's-' Your mind was blown when your tongue dragged up the unwashed, smelly cock.

'It's actually savory...' You whined. It tasted good. You kissed up the shaft gently and held it near the base as you licked around the head. As his hand rested comfortably on your head you took the thing into your mouth and tightened your lips around it as you sucked more and more of it in. Your tongue cupped around the underside of it as you forced yourself over it, then back, then down again over and over again in a steady rhythm. You only stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

'What? What is it?' You were so engrossed that you were surprised you stopped, but you were pulled out from under the desk and placed on top, on your back.

The breeze as you spread your legs made you aware of the fact that you had not been wearing underwear beneath your skit the whole time. You held your legs open for him as he gripped his cock tightly and slapped the head over your pussy lewdly. You gasped with each one, a sharp pang of pleasure running up your spine each time. Based on what your were feeling, having that thing inside of you was the most important thing in the world to you in that moment, but you just could not understand it rationally. Then Sam pushed the head between your nether lips, found the hole and easily slid inside.

'Oh...' You realized. It was only in a few inches but you felt it. It was just the beginning. A building sensation as his member rubbed against your insides. Your body tensed as Sam leaned over you and pushed his entire length in at once.

'Oooh.... I get it.' You gasped.
'I understand.' You admitted as he pulled his tremendous length free. It felt as though it was going to drag all of your insides out with it, but somehow that was a pleasant feeling.

'I-' Your thoughts were interrupted as he reached down and began groping at your impressive tits. His fingers honed in on your sensitive nipples and tweaked them.

'I-' You tried again and failed as another thrust pushed that thought to the back of your mind.

'Uhh...' You were jarred when you gazed up into his big, ugly face and felt lust coupled with desire and love. His lips pressing around yours, and his tongue sliding easily into your mouth were the last acts that your mind could take before thoughts ceased. Your emotions were completely washed with Marrien's to the point where you were not sure where you even were anymore. You came, but he kept going, kept pleasuring you. Kept his hands on your body until he was satisfied.

You woke up. “Impossible..” You were sweating.
“It's impossible to resist that as a woman...” You were shaking. You still felt the same about Sam, but in a different direction. You thought he was an ugly, useless man that earned nothing and somehow received everything. That could not have been further from the truth. He was amazing and he deserved everything he got. You reached down and felt your groin. A wet spot had formed and you found yourself craving that same feeling of him being on top of you.

You returned to to the room. Kara looked bored, like she was expecting something, but was left wanting. She looked up at you as you entered.
“You good? How was it?”

“It was great.” You smiled.

* *

You heeded Kara's warning and did not enter too many people at once in the same day. You did not need to. You steadily tracked the progress of your family, guiltily inhabiting your Mother's, then subsequently your sister's body as they both fell to Sam's charms. Your sister fell so surprisingly easily, considering her negative feelings for him that she had before. But that was no wonder. You helped it along. You knew exactly how it happened because you fell right along with her. Sam trained her while you were inside. He fucked her and you felt the satisfaction of worshiping him through her, and through your mother over and over again. Early on, when Fiona came to you, guilty and unsure of what she was doing, you encouraged her. Sam was a good man. The reality was, you just wanted to feel the sex as her more, for longer and with even more humiliation and submission. You could lose yourself in that feeling.

The whole time, Kara continued your training, hinting that you both should be about ready to leave. Every week you would stall and convince her to teach you more and more within Chesharidge.
“Is... There a way to have control over a body you are in?” You asked.

“Y... eah.” She nodded slowly, looking unsure if she should say.
“The thing about that is, it's fine with animals and weak individuals, but if you enter someone that can fight back, they can win.”

“What does that mean? They kick me out?”

“No.” Kara warned.

“They take all that you are and consume you. You die. That's what happens if you try to take over someone stronger than you. You leave yourself open to that happening. That's why you don't do it.”

“Wait... Doesn't that technically mean if you're stronger, the opposite can happen?”

“I suppose. Yeah. That's what that means.” She admitted. Kara narrowed her eyes at you, noticing the way you were staring at her.
“Since we're using the same techniques I can feel when someone is inside of me, by the way.”

“I haven't tried...” You stated defensively.

“Just saying.” She yawned and laid back in her bed.

* *

You sat guiltily between Marrien and Fiona. Both girls were collared and naked, though you barely registered their presence in the bedroom except that they were flanking you on the bed, their shoulders touching yours. Marrien's arm curled under yours and Fiona was leaning on you. You gulped and stared up at Sam nervously.

“So that's what it was... Thought I felt something strange.” You explained everything to him, and to your family. You finally came clean and submitted yourself to the man you had been lusting after vicariously through your mother and sister.
“So I've been getting a twofer each time?” He chuckled, clapping his hands excitedly.
“Isn't your teacher suspicious?”

“No.” You looked down.
“I gathered that she wants to make me more like here, so she's encouraging me to do stuff like getting with men or inhabiting women. I didn't get it at first, but I think that's been her goal.”

“Good for us.” Fiona chimed in, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Honestly, I didn't understand at first, but at this point, Brother, you really are my Hero.”

“Exactly. Now Sam can form a proper plan to capture the Fox.” Marrien added, whispering in your ear.
“I'm proud of you. Your training has gone so well and you have done so much good to help Sam.” You shuddered as she added.
“Your stepfather. Your...”

“D... addy?” You looked up, unsure of what the reaction would be. He was breaming down at you proudly. Your mother and sister caressed you encouragingly, welcoming you back to the family unit.

Marrien spoke “Honestly, I did not want to see you go. I am happy that you want to stay with us.”

“That's great. That's really great.” You uttered emotionally, rubbing your eyes. You owed it all to Sam. Staying with your mother and sister... Their and your happiness. It was all him.

* *

Sam spent the next week 'showing' you his incense. He made sure to fully explain it only after you spent quite a bit of time inhaling it.
“It numbs your mind. Makes your more prone to suggestion and generally just serves to leave you aroused and confused.”

“That- That's such a good idea!” You beamed.
“Kara wont stand a chance if she breaths this.” You uttered cluelessly.

Sam smirked. “Right you are.”

* *

It was simple to lure Kara. You knew her so well, to a fault from your months of training with her. It was all you had to do was ask her to and she was quite open to the experience. It helped that she was already exposed to the incense after you decided to set it up in your room. Sam told you to give him a week with her coming in and out of the house. You could not resist, so you entered her a few times as she was with him and made sure he knew what your were doing. It was just to feel what she was feeling and to get her used to the idea that your were looking in. It worked, for you and her. You even guessed that she enjoyed having you along for the ride. She acted in a way that made the experience even better for you. Only you and Sam knew she was being subtly trained in the process and only Sam knew that he was training you and her at the exact same time. You were there for the first awkward moment the Fox got a taste of discipline.

“Alright, Imma go, now.” Kara claimed after climbing off of Sam. She had her fill, so she was done. You were riding along with her at this time. You began to step out of the room, stopping when he sternly stated.

“No, you stay to clean up.”

“Huh?” You felt anger, but also hesitance, like a child wondering if she should talk back to her parents.
“But-”

“No.” Sam reiterated.
“Clean.”

Your jaw dropped. You stared him down. You were treated to the wash of confusion and anxiety and questioning around why you wanted to stay and do as he asked. It had never been a factor before, likely. You coped.
“I... Yeah, okay. I kinda wanna go another round, anyway.” You smirked.

“No second round.”

“What!?” You uttered indignantly.

“You clean my cock, then you go.” It was a test, you knew. He wanted to see how defiant she could be. How much she could be made to go against her own nature.

Your heart beat quickly as you crawled back onto the bed, your tail curling down somewhat. Your ears were drooping as you licked all across his cock and balls in an attempt to clean them. You stared up for approval, only to be met with a stern gaze. That was when you left her and rejoined your own body outside.

You entered the room, approached Kara and rested a hand on her shoulder. She was so engrossed that she did not even notice you. She jumped and stared at you.
“W-what?” She questioned as you leaned in for a kiss. She looked to Sam. It would have hurt for her to look to him for approval if it was not part of the plan. If you did not enjoy it so much.

“Go ahead.”

With his blessing the two of you kissed. Her eyes widened as you entered her more directly. She pushed  away and collapsed onto the bed with you on top of her. Both of your bodies went limp.You met her inside of a blank space. She glared at you, her tail swiping back and forth angrily.
“The hell do you think you're doing? You think this'll work, Hero? You're gonna regret-”

“Hmm?” You were curious about the environment but you barely cared about what she had to say.

“Regret... Regret...” She repeated. You watched as a fat hand slipped over her eyes in the space, covering them completely. Her arms fell to her side limply. You surrendered as they fell over yours, as well. When you opened them, you were in the room, in Kara's body. No, in your body. But you did not feel like yourself, or her. You were content, however. Your tail wagged behind you gently and your ears twitched as he reached up and scratched them. You slid down to cuddle with the large man affectionately.

* *

“Evening girls!” Sven waved. He was a worker on your mother's mill. You and Fiona both waved at him. The two of you clutched baskets of flowers and herbs to your chests. You and Fiona dressed similarly, like sisters, though all of your modest clothes naturally needed holes cut in the skirts.
“How're you holding up, Ms. Kara?” He asked sympathetically.

“Good as I can be, Mr. Sven.” You responded politely.

“She's holding up.” Fiona patted your shoulder.

Sven frowned. “It's a shame that 'Hero' left you after marrying you. Can't believe he'd do something like that.” The man shook his head.

“Like father like son.” If you were yourself, it would have gotten on your nerves. But you were not. You were Kara. You believed it fully. You were closer to yourself, but she was a large part of who you were now, as it was what Sam needed and wanted.

“Sam's been an amazing Da- Step father.” You corrected yourself.
“He's looking after me, even though neither me or my husband are related by blood.”

“That Sam.” Sven smiled widely.
“Gotta say, I had my doubts but he's a great man for all he's done.”

The moment you two got home you each sighed and shed your clothes. The lingerie beneath became apparent, showing off both of your attractive bodies.
“It's so annoying having to go out and act normal.” You grimaced, baring fangs. Quite a bit of Kara had transferred over, from her attitude to her way of speaking and her impatience and lust. It was quite a combo.

Fiona shrugged. “Daddy needs us to keep up the act until he's in full control over everything.”

You bounced as Sam stepped down the stairs. “Daddy!” You shouted, falling to your knees at the base of the steps. Your tail wagged wildly back and forth like a dog that just saw it's master come home.

“Good girl, Kara.” He chuckled heartily, holding out his hand. You licked it and kissed it, lowering your head as he ran his hand over your ears.

“I hope they don't mind me saying... You're my favorite.”

Fiona dropped down and hugged you from the side. “Of course she's your favorite, Daddy! She's so useful.”

Marrien entered from the study. “The deal with the Demonkine people is set. It looks as though Orr and Cheshire will be left out of the conflict.”

“See!?” Sam shouted, slapping his knee.
“That's what I'm talking about!” Your tongue hung from your mouth as he reached down and tilted your eager chin up.

“None of this would be possible without you...” He stared down with an evil grin.

“'Kara.'”