NTR Quest 11.C - Kara - partnership

“Okay... So how does this work?” You asked Sam hesitantly. You were freed unambiguously from all obligations and you defeated him fully. For the most part. It was not completely certain whether or not you actually 'won' since you had been successfully transformed into a busty woman with child-bearing hips and a significant rear. Your attractiveness exceeded even that of Kara, it seemed, even though you did not match her exotic appeal. Whether or not that was a loss or a victory was fairly subjective, but the point that you felt needed to be addressed; it was a reality. You definitely had to live like this, so why not live it to the fullest.

“How does what work?” He questioned, unsure what you were getting at. Sam was sitting at the desk in the study and had turned in his chair to look at you. His eyes were obviously wandering down to your tits occasionally, but that was to be expected.

“Actually being with you.” You clarified. His fat face lit up. Before he could say anything you cut in and added rather sternly.

“No more tricks. No more pressure points without asking. Incense. No more evil shit that I don't know about, okay?” You stared at him harshly, though your expression softened somewhat as he seemed in agreement with all those points.

“Yeah, that's all fine.” he thought for a moment, raising a hand to his chin. Finally he responded.
“So, you're only here asking this because you're kinda interested, huh?”

“Well... Obviously.” You blushed.
“I've never been in a relationship, let alone with a guy. Companionship interests me and you seem very interested in me when I'm like this, so...” You shrugged.
“Yeah.”

“Of course.” He mused, pushing back from the desk. Sam motioned in front of him. You guessed correctly that he wanted you to stand between him and the desk.

“First, it's about give and take. I provide, you provide.” He grabbed you by the wrists and guided your hands to plant on the desk in front of you. It placed you into an awkward, bent over position which he then closed in on. After he flipped up your dress you suddenly felt his bulge pressing between your doughy cheeks. It was not unwelcome, but you wanted to know what he was getting at, and what he meant exactly.

“Not take and take?”

“Not anymore.” He chuckled.

“Listen.” He added genuinely.
“I'm seriously impressed by you. I wanted you as a slave, but now I really want you to be a partner.”

“Partner...” That did not sound bad. It sounded pretty good. It was a word that implied some semblance of give and take, as he suggested. Some form of equality.

“A wife.” He added.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. That word scrambled you a bit, but not in the insidious, mind-controlling sense that you were familiar with him trying to pull on you before. Instead you felt your heart pump quickly while your insides and all other connecting parts twitched with need. The genes you carried that had been remade seemed to ache for it and as a result circulated pleasant, natural chemicals through your body. They did not naturally have a color or shape but if they were to be imagined, you would think they were pink and fluffy. It felt very compelling, but you knew it was not mind control or brainwashing or anything of the sort because you were not sold. You still required some convincing.

As though predicting that biological and psychological response, you felt Sam's cock leave his leggings and fall between your thick cheeks like a sausage between two buns. You instinctively bit your lip and performed a few grinding motions over the shaft. With very little down time between the two motions, Sam then brought his hands around to your front and pulled your top beneath your heavy tits, then kneaded into them. You panted as he squeezed, pulled and rubbed your nipples while kissing down on your neck from behind. You heard in your ear.
“Is it alright if I make this more comfy for you?” He asked as his cock slide down between your buns. You felt his tip prodding your waiting hole impatiently. You nodded, knowing intuitively what he was talking about. You were very happy with that decision as, instead of being greeted by pain once his uncomfortably thick and long rod pushed slowly inside of you, you were greeted just by pleasure.

His entire length pushed in easily and skewered you, then pulled free. That motion gave the false feeling of your insides being pulled out, but in reality it was just his superior length leaving you. Your lips curled into a joyous grin as he then plunged it back in more quickly and crudely; the whole thing in one thrusts. Your little member twitched and released, but still wanted more. He was happy to oblige the wordless requests your shaking body was making. He fucked you like a beast, but then spoke softly into your ear.

“You're a perfect being.” He whispered sensually between fat grunts.
“Your beauty surpasses the gods.” You felt a rush of emotional joy to accompany the intense physical sensations he was giving you.

“I've been with many women, and could imagine many more, but I can only imagine you by my side, at this point.” It was not quite mind-control or brainwashing, but it felt close. You imagined this was simply what it felt like to feel actual love or lust for a person. You were not sure if you were actually a woman before, but slowly as he spoke to you and affirmed your beauty and prowess, pink fluffiness crept into your being and won out against all the pesky remaining aspects of masculinity you held.

You gasped happily as, to top all of that off, he released very easily inside of you. His seed was virile and fed your core well. You were immediately satisfied both magically and physically. He was not much to look at, but you could never say that he could not provide as a partner. He could, in all respects, seemingly. As thoughts of his worth filled you, an odd sense of surrender and concession followed.
“Give and take right?” You asked,clenching a little as his cock slid free of your ass and flopped down.

“What do you need?” You had to keep reminding yourself that it was not control. If it was every deemed to much you would refuse. What you would have considered too much was another matter entirely because as he spoke, no matter what he said, you felt like you may have just nodded along with it rather reasonably.

“Not gonna lie. I'm a controlling guy.”

“You think?” You smirked lightly, staring at him over your shoulder.

He laughed. “Guess that was a little obvious, huh?” You nodded.
“What I mean is: I like my women to follow rules, adhere to standards.” He thought for a bit too long and you could tell he was wondering if he should say something. When he finally did your jaw dropped a little.
“To be honest, I don't really like my girls having thoughts or opinions of their own.”

Your brow furrowed and you knew instantly why he was hesitant. That last part was a bit much. It could be called a deal breaker. Strangely, the fact that he said it at all was, you felt, in his favor. He could have lied. With that in mind you probed, rather than shunned.
“How does that mesh with me being your 'partner' and not a slave?”

He shrugged and slumped a little. “I guess it doesn't. I'll be frank, I'm very, very capable and competent.” His confidence was attractive, but the statement was less so.
“I don't really need a partner, I need a wife.”

You clenched your fist. “A wife that doesn't think for herself or have her own opinions, for the most part.” You turned and did not feel like you could force yourself to stay mad at that. He was being honest and if you were being honest with yourself, the dominance he was displaying even in the moment of weakness he was experiencing sent a small shudder up your spine. You unclenched your fists.

“Basically.” He admitted.

You sighed heavily. “There are rules! Deciding what opinions and thoughts I can have is basically like wishing for more wishes. So, what's the point in saying I'll be the only one or that I'm your partner if you can just convince me to think otherwise?”

Sam stared at you for a little while, then smiled and finally just said softly. “Girls shouldn't think such complicated thoughts.” As he said that your heart thumped and your cheeks flushed deeply. He noticed how you were reacting and leaned down to kiss you and brush a strand of hair behind your ear.
“See... I can't actually wish for more wishes or do whatever I want unless you let me. This isn't me pulling a trick, it's you deciding how much power you want to give me.” He leaned back and added, his smile turning to a smirk.
“I'll say this. I promise no tricks. I'll do as much as you let me. I can't force you to be a silly girl with an empty head that smiles, giggles and adores her man.”

Kara confronted you after another week or so. “We can continue your training on the road... We don't actually have to stay here. It's actually kind of important that we get going. I've felt-”

“We don't think leaving is such a good idea.” Sam interjected. You were standing by his side in the home, his hand digging confidently into your rear right in front of your teacher. She glared at him, then stared pointedly at you.

Sam was not lying, you realized as you continued to be with him. He was never going to force you or trick you. Everything, even the submissiveness had to come from your desire to make it so. As it turned out, holding an empty mind was the realm of monks and ascetics and was actually quite difficult. It was also quite beneficial. You thought it would hamper you, but with sought-out emptiness came an unusual sense of clarity. You were not dumb, you were simply not distracted. From that state you entered a realm of extreme awareness as you allowed some things to fill your mind, but not others. You felt like you could see sound and magic. Like you could taste color. It would have been easy to just let Sam fill your mind, but you did not. Instead, you allowed his feelings to entwine with yours to the extent that you were his on a whole other level. You placed your focus into seeing to his needs and you barely even registered the conversation Kara was having with him because from what you heard, his answer was indeed yours and nothing else needed to be said. You stared back at Kara and said very simply.
“Gosh, this convo is, like, totally making my hubby hard.” Though your language may have sounded clueless, it was simply a redirecting of resources that simplified your speech, for you had ascended past the need to communicate in any way other than the one way that pleased Sam most. You adored Kara in the moment because she had made him genuinely aroused with her plea, followed by your response. What happened would not have been possible without her. You were grateful and aware in great detail of all moments and situations that pleased him and wanted it to be within your power to make them happen.

Kara slumped as you slid between Sam's legs and began pleasuring him in front of her. You could tell she found it kind of hot and wondered if she would be interested in pleasing him as well. Though 'empty' your thought process was actually quite complex when carrying out your desires and aims. You turned away from his cock at a calculated moment and stared at the fox lustfully.
“Give us a hand, here?” You asked with a sultry tone. The look on your face, the sound in your voice and the way your hand stroked Sam's cock. It was all a predestined series of actions that your advanced consciousness knew would work to submit your teacher. You smiled happily as Kara shrugged and slid beside you.

“Just like you said, there's a lot of cum and magic in these.” She weighed his balls, then kissed them.

“It's, like, totally great, huh?” You commented.

She nodded, then growled a little as Sam rested a hand on both of your heads. You switched modes in a calculated manner as she reacted.
“That's bad!” You growled back at her.
“Show some respect.” You let your Core expand with near unlimited amounts of magic and power that had been granted to you very willfully. It was the most powerful type.

Kara was shocked into submission. Your core burned hotter than hers and she felt like, despite your inexperience, you were stronger than her. There was something else that she felt, however. You were more sure than her. Your resolve was stronger and despite seeming submissive, you gave off a highly dominant aura. You were not cowed, you were leading everything that was happening from the position you were in. You were not between Sam's legs because it was what he wanted, you were there because it was what you wanted. As she felt all of those emotions and had all of those thoughts, Kara shuddered, then lowered her head and gave in.

Your body had changed further in a short year. First was the change to accommodate the one you were feeling now. Your belly was extremely large and you could feel a kick. You leaned down to kiss Sam as he sat at the table. You had overslept, but that was alright.
“Good morning, dear.”

He grinned and dug a hand into your rear, pulling you close. “There she is! The sla- I mean 'maid' is almost done with food.”

As he said that, Kara slid into view with four plates. “Breakfast is ready, Master!” The crimson-haired fox said attentively. She was smiling happily, completely engrossed in her duty and perfectly devoted to you, and by extension, Sam. You made sure that he was the only one she would refer to as Master in the household.

Fiona leaned on her wrist as she watched the food being placed in front of her. She sighed and looked up to stare at your pregnant belly.
“How'd you get pregnant before me? Why aren't there any good men in this town?” She relented and began digging into her plate. Her attitude was carefully crafted by you over the year. You worked to make her long for a better man, then see it in Sam over time.

You rubbed her shoulder appeasingly. “Offer's still open.” Sam commented.

Your mother gave him a sideways glance, then looked up at you who was all smiles. “For both of us?” She asked, her cheeks flushing. You inhaled happily as everything started coming together.

“M-mother!” Fiona uttered.

Marrien glared at her daughter. “Listen... Living in the same house and watching both of my 'daughter's pine after the same dick so enthusiastically... I can only last so long.”

Sam laughed. “I don't see why not! How about I line you two up over the table after the meal and make it official, then?” He pulled you close, his hand on the other side of your hip.
“I'm such a lucky guy.”

-Good End