Going Back In

It is important to you to know what Kara decides. Having it hanging over your head that both your mother, and now possibly her are both in love with Sam would be too much. Of course, you do not stop to think about what knowing for sure would do to you. All you know is that in the moment this is more important than any consequences you could suffer as a result of going against her warnings. You sit yourself back down and concentrate, reaching back out towards the house. Just as planned you find the singular person that is reasonably available to you. Your mother. As you enter her mind they are still in the same position. Barely anything has moved since it has only been a few moments between you getting kicked out and making the decision to go back in.

You are immediately bombarded with all the subtle feelings belonging to Marrien. First is the collar; not uncomfortable, but just snug enough to be very present in her mind. The other most present, subtle thing you would never have considered is the sheer weight of her breasts. Your mother is sitting with a posture that mitigates their weight, but it does not eliminate the problem completely. The odd, annoying feeling of her unsupported melons on her back and shoulders strikes you. With those minor aspects quickly pushed away you focus on more present and relevant issues.

You can not read thoughts, but you can roughly figure out where someone's thoughts are directed in a primal sense. With animals it is very clear. Food, survival, reproduction. For humans it should not be as clear. With Sam his thoughts were too complex to nail down. With him as a point of reference you find that your mother is... 'simple.' Without any complexity. Like an animal, all of her thoughts are centered around one thing, but it is not food or survival it is Sam. You realize the insidiousness of it all. On the surface she is your mother. She still thinks and acts like her but inside she has been emptied of all ambition and other complexities that made her Marrien. You know that people often say relationships change a person, but it should not be to such an extent.

She is glancing between Kara and Sam curiously. When her gaze rests on Kara for just a moment you see the beastwoman's brow furrow as she stares into Marrien's eyes. In that moment you realize she knows. You were not sure why you thought she would not. You wonder what happens now.

“Seriously?” Her tone is dripping with disappointment.

“What?” Your mother asks.

“What's wrong?” Sam asked. Marrien glances over to see that he is showing some genuine-looking concern. She feels rather touched by it. She returns her gaze to Kara, who remains annoyed. Marrien is semi-worried that Kara is annoyed at her, or Sam, or the situation, but is relieved to quickly find that is not the case.

“It's just... I thought someone trusted me.” She sighed.

“I mean, It's not like I gave them reason to, but still...” You feel a pang of regret. Realizing what you are doing is wrong and very disrespectful you try to pull free of Marrien's body. You can not. All the measures you would take to leave a body are not working.

Kara turns your mother's chin so that she can look her in the eye, but you know for sure she is looking directly at you, still very annoyed.

“That's not gonna work. You're stuck. For now.”

“Stuck?” Marrien tilted her head to one side quizzically. Kara's statement is undoubtedly confusing to anyone that is not in the know. Her eyes followed Kara as the fox groans and leans over to whisper in Sam's ear. He grins and looks down at Marrien.

“Oh...”

She gulps. “W-what? Is there something on my face, dear?”

“Not yet!” He pounced on Marrien and pinned her to the bet. She yelped pleasantly, then began to moan as one of his large hands began fingering her wet and ready sex while the other dug into one of her heavy breasts. True to his statement, not yet; he leaned down and kissed her sloppily on the lips, pushing his tongue between them. You feel all of this vividly in the same way you felt yourself being torn into on occasion by another predator as an animal. This is somehow more warping than that. Than being mauled and killed in another body. You struggle to find reason in that but quickly realize how simple it is. Of the animals you inhabited, none of them relished their own destruction as it was occurring. Your mother loves what is happening. She loves that a large disgusting man is on top of her, playing with her as if she whore in a tavern.

Before he goes to far Sam leans back. “What a weird scenario! You-know-who feels all that?” He spoke vaguely to keep your mother out of the loop. You guess that, even as hollow as she is, there are still parts of her there. Otherwise how would she appear as and act as your mother. You wonder if Kara knows how emptied out Marrien's psyche is. If it's already too late for her.

“Yeah.” Kara answers simply. She had her arms crossed while she watched Marrien getting mauled by the bear-like man on the bed. She was of course aroused, but was able to contain herself, apparently.

Sam looks down into Marrien's eyes. She stares back lovingly. He continues to speak to Kara casually while on top of her.

“He's in her head? Does he know what's going on in there, you think?”

“Who's head?” Marrien asks, still very confused. Her inquisitiveness is dulled by her arousal, however.

“Yes, and probably. He's good at it.”

Sam looks deeper into Marrien's eyes. He refers to her but you can tell he is speaking to you. “You know you're never going to be the same, right dear?”

“I know.” Marrien smiles up at him lovingly. Kara's ears twitch and it is her turn to be a bit confused.

“Not the same?” She asks.

“You mean... Like... The Marriage thing? The human pact or whatever?”

“Yeah... That's right.” He smirks down at you through Marrien.

“It's not too late for you, though, honestly. You can still choose different.” You panic a bit and take that to mean that Kara is still herself, but that something will probably happen between her and Sam if she agrees to his terms that will do to her the same thing that happened to Marrien. You are relieved that she can choose otherwise. You hope that she will have the sense to.

“I already decided when you-know-who decided to do what he did....” She stares at you through Marrien rather pointedly.

“I'll do the human marriage thing, or whatever it is.” She shrugs and uncrosses her arms.

“Doesn't sound like a bad deal, anyway if I get to leave and have sex, still.” To her it must not, but you know the truth from being present in your mother. You wish you could shout out to her. Leave Marrien's body and come rushing in to warn her, but it is as Kara said. You are stuck.

Sam gets off of Marrien and approaches Kara. “Is that your answer? The first part was a trick to prime you. The second part needs... Intentionality.”

“Yeah, why not? If I don't like it I'll just fuck off.” Kara is being herself. Cocky, confident. She is acting indestructible. And why not? Up until this point the world has been her playground, probably. She would never consider a human to have the power to fool her. To bind her. In the same sense that she did not understand how Sam's power in your world came from his influence, not his strength, she will lose to his wile.

Sam laughs. “You know, that is the best outcome, isn't it? You don't like it you just stop.” He affectionately reaches up and runs his fingers through her red mane, then rolls his large hands over her fuzzy ears. She shudders. Kara is moved onto the bed Beside Marrien, her legs are spread and lifted. Sam continues.

“But no one considers how their mind is different after they've made a choice. Like doing a ****.” As he says that he bends over her, planting himself with one hand on the bed while the other grips his member to guide it into her waiting pussy. Kara bites her lip hard with her sharp canines and moans as he enters her.

“Could the person you are after this make the choice to 'fuck off?'”

Marrien is watching all of this very intently, to your dismay. Sam's large, gross body hanging over Kara's attractive, nubile form. It pains you that while he is slamming into Kara with gross slapping noises your mother just can not help but to begin masturbating. Both hands slip between her thighs. She can barely control herself once she gets going.

“Th-the hell are you talking about?” Kara asks breathlessly, reaching up to drape her arms over his broad shoulders during the act.

“That's all going over my head...” Sam brings his free hand up to her face and covers her eyes. It is a motion that feels familiar to Marrien, but confuses you and Kara.

“What are you-” She stops and gasps. Her whole body tenses and her back arches. Sam is continuing to fuck her while this is happening. After a few moments she grits her teeth, then opens her mouth and screams.

“W-what are you doing!? Stop stop sto...” Saliva dibbles from the corner of her lips. As he lifts his hand up from her face you see tears in her eyes. She looks dull and tipsy in the moment.

“You agreed. Just like you-know-who you made the choice without a second thought, so it's already too late.” As he says that your mother convulses and cums by her own hands. The feeling enters you as well and proves far more intense than any orgasm you've ever had. She moans and gasps, but still feels an intense need and desire. She feels jealous towards Kara, but that is outweighed by how pleased she is in Sam. How happy she is at his success. Other than that, she wants to keep going. You can not believe it. After you orgasm you just want to rest. You realize after a few moments that your mother had been distracting you from what was happening unintentionally by distracting herself and you bring your attention back to Kara and Sam.

“Too late for w-what?” Kara uttered weakly. Sam was still fucking her as she wiped tears and mess from her face. When she stopped wiping she stared up at Sam. He stopped pumping to witness her reaction. It did not disappoint. His face lit up as Kara's eyes widened.

“What the hell did you do now?” She asked in muted disbelief.

“He emptied us out.” Marrien commented. There was no pain or emotion in it. To her it was just a fact.

“Emptied?” Kara blinked and closed her eyes, seeming to concentrate. When she opened them she looked down and spoke with the same casual indifference.

“I'm... empty.”

“Not completely.” Sam announced, pulling her up so that she was vertical with him. In that moment he gripped her rear for leverage and began bouncing her up and down on his thick member.

“All of your ambitions, goals, thoughts, emotions, love. All of it is just wrapped around me now. You can feel things. Things in relation to me and my interests. But that's not abnormal for a wife.”

Marrien was not surprised by the announcement. She seemed to know already. She sat up and watched intently, though her hands were still idly plunging her sex.

“Everything that made us was kind of... Ripped out. I feel less like a person and more like a construct. There's still enough of me that people still assume I am me, but... I am literally a different person. The old me might as well be a dead woman.” She mused. Her feelings carried a trace of mournfulness, but not enough to matter. Most of her feelings were very neutral, leaning towards happy. She was pleased by what happened to her, for the most part. How could she not? It is what serves Sammead best.

“You know that philosophical stuff makes me hot, dear...” Sam grunted, letting Kara fall over his cock one last time before his twitching member began unloading into her womb.

“But listen. It isn't all bad. I let all my girls keep something their passionate about.”

Marrien arches her back and sighs happily, building herself to another mind-warping orgasm. You do not want her to have another one. You do not think you can take it. “Caring about the town gave me some semblance of a personality outside of Sam. Do you have something like that?”

Kara is hugging Sam tightly and panting. She nods slowly, but before you hear her answer she points at Marrien. Her eyes glow and things go dark for you.

The next morning you wake up in your bed at the Inn. You turn over to see Kara sitting. She is leaning forward intently, staring at you. She seems to have been waiting god knows how long for you to wake up.

“I'm disappointed.” You open your mouth to speak, but she shushes you quickly.

“Leave or stay?” She asks indifferently.

“I'm sorry?” You gulp.

“You want me to...” Thinking back to that night it makes sense for her to want you to leave, but she also probably can not stop you from staying. Your heart sinks.

“Us. We're leaving or staying to train some more, stupid.” Kara leans back, crosses her arms and crosses one leg over the other. She waits patiently for you to answer. You believe that the woman sitting in front of you is empty, but truthfully you do not know. She has something that she chose to care about and she is asking you if you would like to leave the town with her still? You sit up and think carefully.

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