NTR Quest 10.C - Kara - Trust

“Yeah, I guess...” You offered reluctantly. What is the harm in admitting it, you thought. It was the truth. For one, it took both hands to cup his large, Mana-engorged balls. Sten's weren't bad but they fit neatly in your hand and barely offered anything without draining him completely. Sten's cock was average, as well, which was not inherently bad except for the fact that Sam's cock was far greater than average. It was a muscular monster that in the moment seemed almost as thick as your arm. Maybe even a little thicker. It was definitely more solid than your arms that lacked muscle. As you thought of how much better Sam was over Sten you also began to come to terms with the fact that your nethers were leaking and throbbing with need. It was odd. You had spent the last hour fawning over his dick to get him off and drain him, yet you were the one suffering and close to begging. You leaned in and pressed your lips to Sam's balls. You could practically feel the Mana inside. You could almost taste it.

Sam  quirked a brow as he stared down at you. “You guess?”

“It is.” You corrected. There was really no argument to be made. It was a better dick, but the person attached to it was a prick. It was not everything. Sten was nice and that was worth more than a monster member.

“I know you've been using that kid to... Unwind.” Even though he was essentially confronting you for cheating he did not sound mad. On the contrary. He was indifferent and bordering on gleeful.
“It wasn't what I had in mind but-” He shrugged.
“At the same time, it had roughly the effect I was after.”

“What's that?” You asked curiously. Sam simply motioned to your body in general.
“This? Me being more of a girl?”

“More of?” Sam questioned incredulously.

“I'm not completely-”

“Kiss my balls one more time with that cute, hungry expression, then disagree.”

“Okay.” To his surprise you do it. You pucker up and press your lips to his balls. They were no longer sweaty since you spent the last hour polishing them.

“I'm not completely a girl. I look good and I- I can do stuff like this but I've still got a-”

“A little organ that leaks when you're teased and that teases you when it's rubbed.” That shut you up.
“Yeah, that's right.”

“It's your fault.” You stated

“Oh, what'd I do?” Sam asked innocently.

“You did something! I just don't know how it works... Kara told me you cut it off from the inside!” He was surprised to hear that and nodded shortly after with some manner of acceptance.

“She could tell? Interesting. Yeah, I used pressure points.” Sam admitted.

“Pressure points? That poking?”

“That's right. In the east they found that a body is full of lines that govern most of it's inner and outer workings. You can't do everything without magic, but without magic you can poke certain spots and convince your internal energy to move around and change some things. I learned from an Eastern Traveler in my youth.” He held up his fat arm and pointed to it, then poked a few times and flexed. Your eyes widened as it tightened and became muscular and huge.

“I use it on myself, too.” He poked his arm back to normal.
“For stuff I care about, anyway.” He grinned at you.
“Magic is a lot better, though. What's that gal teaching you.”


You ignored his question and clenched your fists. “I can't believe you've done this.”

“Oh, I went easy on you. We can get silly for a bit. Would you like that?” He chuckled, reaching down with one finger.

“N-no!” Before you could lean back he poked between your eyes, then at your neck and all down your body. The first thing you noticed was your eyes widening then crossing, and your lips curling up into a dopey smile. In the moment, the only other thing you could focus on was muscles tightening all over your body. The feminine posture your body was forced into before suddenly became even more exaggerated as the curve of your back deepened, the gap between your thighs widened and your waist pulled in as though you were holding your breath. It was like you were being restricted with nothing on, like your ribs were being compressed by some invisible corset. On the more subtle side your fists shook then unclenched. It did not feel like you could close them all the way. You would likely only be able to make a soft grip and to add to that, it not longer felt like any of your muscles could flex, giving your body an even softer appearance. It was pure bondage; there was no leather or rope or anything, only your own muscles working against you. You understood right away that he could keep you like this. Slowly your body would adjust. Just like before, the unused muscles would fade and the ones in use would strengthen until the ridiculous stance you were in was normal. At least, that is what would happen if he kept you like this.

Sam turned your head to stare into the mirror. “Don't you look happy.” He was being sarcastic, of course.

You did not think you looked happy and neither did he, truly. You were smiling but your eyes were crossed and your eyes were wide, as if you were constantly in awe. You looked dumb. Brainless. But, as you tried to change your expression, with effort the only other form your lips could take was either parted, puckered or wide open. In protest you left his cock and stood up on shaky, doe-like legs. You were forced to rise right up almost to the tips of your toes, as though you were wearing heels.

“This is ridiculous.” You said with a jarringly pleased tone. It sounded like you were gushing even though you were obviously not pleased.

“I knew you'd like it.” Sam taunted. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to tease you relentlessly, or worse.
“Just one more thing.”

“What?” You asked, failing to sound indignant. You also failed to stare angrily as he turned you around and abruptly sat you down on his lap. You almost thought nothing of it because you did not feel anything, then you looked in the mirror and gulped. His cock was definitely pushed right up into your guts all the way. You could see a faint bulge outlined in your stomach. Even from the outside.
“H-how?” You could not clench or tighten any of the muscles in your rear and you had no feeling inside even though the first time with Sten hurt quite a bit when compared to this. Oddly, despite how big Sam was, his member was not registering to your sensitive area inside, either. No pain, no pleasure, nothing.

“Don't worry, sweetie. Just adjusting you to my size. Don't wanna waste time breaking you in at this point since we're all out in the open. I can just do this.” He brought his hand down to your belly.

“Do what? Also, what about the contract!? You're-” You paused briefly to see where he is poking. It is around the slight bulge-like outline inside. Suddenly your insides begin to tighten. You gasped and felt your whole body clench as your muscles tightened and the feeling returned. For a moment it was like a mind-numbing cramp, then everything just kind of settled.
“B-breaking-” When you felt your insides again they were wrapping tightly around his thick, amazing cock like a glove. It was so tight that you knew instantly what he had done. He used his ability to loosen you, then tighten you around him so that you were molded specifically for his comfort. In a small part, you had to admit, you were probably molded for your comfort as well. There would be no way to take his dick so deep without a lot of pain and damage. You looked in the mirror to confirm that there was no longer a bulged area. It was flat, like everything had gone back into place. It felt surreal, but you managed to collect yourself to argue.
“Breaking the terms!” You finished what you were saying. It was over. If he was a man of his word you could get him on this and be done.

“Oh, you're right. Huh.” He pretended to be oblivious.
“If you wanna do that I guess I can't stop you from lifting yourself off my cock and walking right out that door to your boy Sten.” He was surprisingly calm and reasonable.

“Yeah? Well I-” You began to pull up and immediately felt the pleasant dragging sensation. All the rough ridges and veins, and especially the flared head of his cock were rubbing intensely. You only managed to lift yourself half-way before your legs gave out due to an intense orgasm. The inward motion triggered another intense, nearly-orgasmic sensation as you fell back onto his lap. Your voice escaped in a low, pleasured moan as you simply sit there stunned for a full few seconds. Once you were able to come back from the sensation you tried again to argue.
“W-w-what? It's not fair!” It had never felt like that before. Not with Sten, not with anyone. Even Kara's skilled hands never managed such a feeling. It was unnatural. You knew he did something.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah. I turned up your ability to feel pleasure. Let me bring that back down to normal.” With that Sam pressed into your pubic area. It did actually feel different. You were not cumming just from feeling slight movements inside. You were a little shocked he actually went through with it.
“I'm not gonna try to stop you, just leave.” Sam offered.

“In fact, here. Let me cancel my fun little bondage points and let you get back to normal.” He did as he promised. You felt your body relax, though you knew normal just meant the normal where your posture was purely feminine. You were completely 'normal' however, just as he promised. You confirmed by looking in the mirror and seeing your expression wracked with the messy, unattractive, crying pleasure from before.

“Go ahead.” Sam coaxed.

You nodded and began lifting yourself back up. There was still the pleasant dragging feeling, but it no longer debilitated you. It was just a pleasant sensation as his cock slowly pulled free from your ass inch by inch. There were a lot of inches to get out.  You noted that even if he said he was turning you back to 'normal' your body still wrapped around him so perfectly in that area. That thought crossed your mind as you were almost free. His tip was about to pop out, then you felt it. Hesitance. You shook, feeling the need and desire that drove you to Sten to begin with. With Sam's tip about to pop free you wondered what it would feel like to just sit back down. That overpowering thought drove you to try and retreat an inch. To your shock you were stopped. Sam's hands firmly held you by the waist, preventing you from going back.
“W-what the hell are you doing?”

“What are you doing, sweetie? I thought you were leaving?”

You blushed deeply. “I was just...” There was nothing you could say. He was right. You should have been leaving.

“You can.” He said softly into your ear.
“I just need you to stop trying to hold those silly rules over my head if you take that liberty. Do you want that?” He asked.

As you gulped you realized that it was necessary to admit that it was true. Sam did have a much better cock. With that you nodded and said shamefully.
“Yes.”

Instead of letting you fall back down Sam pulled you over to the mirror and pressed you up against it. With you no longer resisting he easily controlled your body and pushed his member inside. Unlike with Sten each thrust of his massive dick rubbed your sensitive area extremely well. You were leaking from every rut. It was only a few thrusts before you finally felt that amazing orgasm again. It was not different, only the journey was different. It took Sam a bit longer to get there but not much. But again, Sam was different from Sten. Instead of cumming soon after, or even before you, Sam kept fucking and kept making you cum over and over again while you were forced to watch your emotional surrender in the mirror in real time. You stopped hating him over the course of the fucking. Each thrust after you stopped hating him then made you love him more and more until finally you just said it.
“L-love- I love you!”

“Aww, I love you too, baby.” Sam chuckled, reaching down to grab you by your throat and your thick tits to pull you vertical. You were still on his dick, still bouncing, still staring at the scene in the mirror. It was entrancing, like watching someone else. You never imagined you would be the girl in the mirror.

“Now look into the mirror and...” Sam whispered into your ear.

You smiled weakly, and with a defeated expression held up both hands with two fingers together pointing up like guns. A sign of disrespect where you lived.
“Sorry, Sten. Sam's cock is just sooo much better. I can't go back to your tiny prick. Maybe Fiona will take you back? Bad luck, friend...”

“Her body literally wouldn't even feel it.” Sam chuckled, snapping his fingers after he said that. A crystal popped free from a slot at the top of the mirror. You did not have time to ask what it was because in that moment Sam gave one last pump, then came inside. You had almost forgotten why you even started doing this to begin with but the sudden rush of energy you received from his seed absorbing into you was almost as good as the sex. You inhaled and exhaled audibly as you breathed his Mana into yourself. As his sloshing balls pumped their load into you you felt a little bad, but then realized that it was not stopping. Sam's Mana had no end, it seemed. He had cum for an abnormally long time and filled you to the point of looking a little pregnant and even then he showed no signs of stopping. Finally, when you felt close to bursting both from the Mana and the cum he pulled free. His cock was a like a cork that, as soon as he pulled free, you started leaking a crazy amount. You even felt a bit of excess Mana seeping from your twitching hole. Somehow you were the one that felt weak as he stood up and walked out to clean himself.

Kara blinked. “You're saying there was no end to it?”

“I checked after and he was still full of Mana. Is that normal?”

“N-no! He's gotta have some heroic-level virility for that to be the case.” She stared at you seriously.
“I need to confirm.”



Minutes after that conversation Sam was unloading into Kara from behind as you looked on from the bed somewhat jealously. She was enjoying herself quite a bit, as was Sam.
“This- This is nuts!” She uttered breathlessly as he did to her the same thing he did to you. Filling her to the point of bursting before letting her slip off and leak onto the floor. As he left the room to clean up while chuckling she crawled over to you somewhat erotically and, while panting, said.
“We can use this... I don't think this guy knows.”

“Are you sure?” You said skeptically.
“I don't think he's dumb. I actually think he's pretty smart.”

“All I know is, I haven't refilled for real in a long time because we've been stuck here. Normal guys are just enough to get by but this guy... I refilled my power completely and it still felt like he had more to spare. There might be something to this.”

“Something to what?” Sam stood casually in the doorway, his cock already wanting to go again.

Over the course of the next week Kara began training with you to take Mana from Sam. She wanted to know how much he had, how efficient it was, how easily it was attained. By all accounts Sam was an unprecedented individual. He was nearly bottomless in terms of virility, and therefore Mana. Supposedly, all of it was being done without his knowledge which, even if he was an asshole, it made you feel bad being a leech. Plus, Kara was stealing your valuable cock time. You did not even have Sten to fall back on because he withdrew into his room and stopped talking to you. Fiona certainly did not know or care what was wrong with him, either. You shrugged. That did not matter to you anymore. With all that on your mind you caved and told Sam.




You and Kara were sat down on the floor on your knees as he paced back and forth. “Honestly, I don't actually care.”

“That's good.” Kara smiled.

“I do care that you kept it from me.” He added.

Kara rolled her eyes and shot you a dirty look. “Hey!” She flinched as Sam shouted at her,
“Don't give your sister dirty looks. She did the right thing.”

Kara leaned back and made a face. “Sister?”

“No faces, either.” He added. You smiled and stuck your tongue out at her.

“Now, to be honest, I kinda knew.” That surprised you both.

“How?” You asked.

“You're a bit too smart to not understand. I told you what I can do. Part of pressure points is allowing the flow of Mana through the body.” Sam grinned.
“In exchange for you lying to me, I haven't been telling you two all the stuff I've been doing to your bodies while you've been leeching off me. Kara seemed the most affected and annoyed, so to demonstrate, Sam leaned down and playfully stuck three fingers into her mouth. Her eyes widened and she went to bite down. You cringed, closing your eyes. Her teeth were sharp. Strangely, you did not hear a yelp or any cries of pain. When you opened your eyes again you saw Kara looking very annoyed as she play-bit on his hand as though she were a puppy in training. He let her try for a bit longer before drawing out his saliva-coated fingers. Not before hooking her cheek in a somewhat humiliating gesture, then slapping her cheeks a few times.
“Harmless.”

“Harmless!?” Kara lunged up only to be handled very easily by Sam. He was not even trying. She was weak to him, it seemed. Though, only to him, because you noted that even as he batted her away playfully with a hand on her head, the room was shaking from the 'battle.' You gulped. She looked like she was about to cast something.
“Just for this I-” She stopped as he quickly poked up her arms. She looked at her hands.
“Uh...”

“You've lost your Mana privileges, young lady.” He stated firmly.

“My WHAT?” Bullshit!”

As Kara was throwing a tantrum he turned to you and asked. “Could you use a refill?” A bit jarred by the surreal situation, you simply nodded.
“Y-yes?” He stared at you.
“Yes... Sir?” With that he fed you his cock. You sucked on it enthusiastically as Kara looked on with jealously. It was her turn, you mused. He did not tease you. He allowed you to pleasure him, then coax his release. You accepted the Mana and his seed into your stomach and moaned in relaxation.
“So good...” You uttered with your mouth full. After savoring the taste you had come to love you gulp down what remained gratefully.

“I don't NEED your mana. I can go to other guys. Other PLACES!” With that she stormed out. You stared up at Sam questioningly only to have him wink down at you.
“Looks like you're going to have to be the older sister once she comes back. Or... Something else.”

You said frankly. “I'm not a fox, she's older than me, we're not related.”

“You're more related now than anyone else.” He said cryptically, pulling another collar from your neck that you had not noticed. He tossed it into the corner.

“Huh?” You cock your head to one side curiously, your ears twitching at the odd words.

“Her core changed. I redirected pathways until it was unique, but still unambiguously hers... The collar from before was magic, I used it with redirected pathways to set how you should look. The one I just took used a similar concept to change you further. It used a template that I liked, just like before.” he began, scratching behind your ears. It felt good. Your tail wagged in response.
“As soon as I told her, she was real eager to help me make you like this.” He clicked his tongue.
“But then she just left as soon as things got a little tough for her?”

“Seems like it.” You said passively, glancing in the mirror.
“Oooh. Okay.” It was not too upsetting to see the dark-haired fox girl in the mirror. You had already become a different person over the course of a month so what was the harm in becoming a different species. It was amazing to you that it could happen without you noticing. You guessed that it was in part due to Kara.

“So, wait.” You furrowed your cute brow.

“You changed our cores?”

“It's funny. She trained you and injected you with natural Mana that changed your core to the point that you'd never be a mage without some serious alteration. She told you that much, right? She told me. Well... I just took it a step further.” He saw you were confused, so he waited a moment, then added.
“What kinda Mana have you been injecting for the past week?”

“Yours?” It hit you. You let out a girly little laugh.
“Oh, so she should be coming back pretty soon, huh?”

Kara did not return for a whole month, so you could not continue your training. A week in Sam saw fit to call a mage from the capital to help develop your new core and abilities into something useful. A mage named Jeane with a peculiar Core herself, and an ability to see and understand magic intuitively. It was through her that he finally found out that you were a hero with the Promising Talent trait. That made everything quite a bit easier and it made some things that would not have been possible possible. He taught you skills and spells from books that only you could learn. He also taught you a few things you could only learn from him. He trained you and conditioned you into what he wanted you to be. For his purposes, under Jeane's supervision you were rapidly matured into an extremely elegant, beautiful, tall fox-woman. Your body changed to the point that no hint of manhood remained, not even in your nethers.

One day Jeane felt it was right to confront him. “So, it is clear you are both heroes on some level. I suppose you, fat man, have simply never been analyzed? Still... Such a strange, pointless and specific skill. Who could have thought it would come up in such a situation?” She sighed.
“I think I need to tell you, it is probably not wise to keep feeding her Mana. With that being said, I think I will take my leave. My services are no longer required.”

“Well...” Sam began, looking up in thought.
“Not as you are.”

“What?” Jeane furrowed her thin brow and looked at you as you started to approach.
“What are you doing?”

“Saying goodbye.” You offered softly.

“Oh.” Jeane relaxed, but did shift somewhat uncomfortably as you wrapped your arms around her gently.
“Hey...” She felt faint and suddenly went limp as you imprinted your core onto her using the excess mana you had been fed.

“W-” She was speechless. As you released her from the embrace a small, pale fox woman stood, stunned. You knew roughly how it worked. Just as the collar could be used on someone to change them over time with the small amount of magic it held, you, being taught the same principles, could rapidly change someone with a large enough supply.
“Y-you-” As she protested weakly you used the other technique Sam had taught you and placed your hand gently over her eyes while pressing specific points with your other hand. Simple pressure point techniques were not especially powerful without conditions, but when vast amounts of Mana was introduced into the mix it was just as he said. Anything could be done with magic aiding it.

“Is something wrong, dear?” You asked after a few moments into her soft, twitching ear.

Jeane lowered her head obediently. “No mother.”

You tap her rear. “Go collect mana from the townsfolk. Drain them until they can not think, then return it to us, alright?” The girl nodded and left just as Kara was stumbling into the door. She stopped, startled to see you.

“C-coda? No...” She narrowed her eyes.
“Oh, it's you.” You smiled warmly at her as she stormed inside.
“Listen... I'm really tired and need a refill.” She pouted, shattering the impression that she was going to cause a fuss.
“H-he cut off my ability to draw Mana from anything... Except him.” You smiled as she whined and opened your arms. unsurprisingly she was drawn hesitantly into them as you stared into her golden eyes with yours. You were, without a doubt, a monster that people might tell stories about. The only reason Sam was so pleased to be with you was because you were his monster. He made sure of it. Every part of you was trained and developed and repurposed to control, alter and subvert. The stories of people being drawn into the woods by fairies or into the sea by sirens may as well have been about you.

“There there...” You placed a hand casually over her eyes and kissed her forehead.
“It should be fixed now. Go collect Mana from around town with your sister. We need more if we are going to grow. Your father can't feed all of us.”

Bad End.