Suckled Surrender

Holstaur cunts were not made for pleasure. Not really. That was what her tits were for.

But that didn't mean they weren't very, very sensitive.

And holstaur tails really had a mind of their own.

"Mm," she heard Bobbin say, face still pressed hungrily against her breast and sucking away. And Laca savored that bliss, but now it was coming at a price.

A price she wasn't sure she wanted to pay. Because the more Bobbi teased her, the more vulnerable she was to... to...

"Aah!" Laca cried, her legs spreading wider. "N-no! Don't you... d-don't you dare!" Her voice was getting higher and higher pitched,. "You want my—my—"

The tickling on her clit was unbearable. And the worst part of all was that she was inflicting it on herself. She could do nothing to stop it, not without releasing Bobbi. And she was never, ever going to release Bobbi. Not until they were finished with this session.

"Mm," Bobbi said again, sounding sweet and content. But it was an act. It had to be an act. She couldn't be doing this unthinkingly... right?

The hob nuzzled against Laca's chest, and Laca was suddenly thrust into doubt.

And the tickling continued. Laca was panting. The tickling was getting so bad, she couldn't even concentrate on the wonderful bliss of Bobbi's lips. She was squirming, now, barely containing her fits of giggling. She bit her lip, a smile spreading across her face by pure reflex. "S-stop! B-bad—aah—eeheehee—"

"Mm!" The tail started tickling faster. Mommy squealed in laughter, totally losing control. She started to writhe and wriggle in the chair, giggling like mad. Her hands fell from Bobbin's head and thrust downward, struggling to restrain her naughty, misbehaving tail.

And in that moment, Bobbi struck.

Using reservoirs of willpower Laca had almost forgotten still lingered after all these years, Bobbi broke away from Laca's breast. Her chin was dribbling with milk and her eyes were glazed with need, but she solved it the only way a holstaur's victim could.

Laca's eyes widened in alarm as the hob's head immediately dove between her legs.

Laca let out a scream the second the tongue began its wicked attentions. Bobbi's sideburns tickled the insides of her thighs, and her arms rose back up, toying with Laca's breasts, pushing the holstaur back against the chair as Laca struggled to rise. Laca whined and squealed as that tongue went to work

Bobbi was very, very good with her tongue. It wasn't Laca's thing, but she couldn't possibly resist it when she was subjected to it in this state.

Because the bell was still ringing.

She started twitching and spasming helplessly, shrieking in laughter. She was totally lost. Inside, her mind railed against her traitorous pussy, but her body was singing from the delightful torment and humiliation she had so long been denied from Bobbi.

Switch holstaurs were very rare, though fake submissive holstaurs were very, very common. Bobbi and Laca had enjoyed many years together before Laca had decided to change the balance of power. She squeaked, clutching weakly at Bobbi's head as years and years of brainwashing were undone by a few simple licks. She had longed for so long to lose control, but...

No! she had to—had to regain control! Bobbi was still under! She could still win this!

"Y-you can't—aahahaha!" Laca melted beneath that tickling tongue, trembling beneath the fingers on her breasts. It was too much. She couldn't take this much tortured bliss!

So, biting her lip to hold in another squeal of mixed delight, Laca did the only thing she could think of: She grabbed Bobbi by the shoulders and rolled the two of them off of the chair and into the grass.

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Bobbi was caught off-guard by the tumble, and there was a moment when she lay helpless on the grass, staring straight up at the ceiling. She licked her lips, savoring Laca's spicy taste. It wasn't as good as her milk, of course, but as a substitute, it was barely enough to tide her over. It had been a long, long time since she'd tasted Laca down below, and that novelty gave it power.

Then her heart pounded, and she barely reacted in time to avoid getting an eyeful—and faceful—of Laca's bounteous breasts as the holstaur came tumbling upon her. She rolled and dove between the holstaur's legs, tackling her hips.

The two wrestled for a moment, Bobbi desperately gripping the holstaur's hips like a lifeline—which, in a sense, they were. She busied herself lapping between the holstaur's legs, struggling to reduce Laca to the wreck she needed to be for Bobbi to survive this.

She lapped at the holstaur's legs, reveling in the taste, even as internally she struggled to think of a new plan. What now? She had to overwhelm Laca, had to make Mommy cum so she could... could...

She shook herself, even as she was taken onto her back. No! She had to overwhelm Mommy, had to make her feel good, had to obey—

A phantom tongue. Her mind finally reached the obvious conclusion. All she needed to do was work the spell, and then she could gain distance, could... could...

She swallowed, feeling the spicy taste of Mommy's juices coursing down her throat. A new exquisite sensation was dipping into her lust-wracked body now.

Mommy had started licking her.

And Mommy had a very loving tongue, considering how rarely she had to use it.

The two fey were flat-out sixty-nining now, and Bobbin was trapped on the bottom, on her back in the soft grass. This was bad. This was very bad. Bobbi couldn't handle another orgasm, and she knew that was what she was being built towards. She was too close. And Mommy knew it.

If she came, she knew exactly what would happen next. She would be dazed, just for a few moments, unable to lick back. And then Mommy would take her into her arms, would clutch her in that soft, comforting warmth and press her face to Mommy's breast, and Bobbi would start suckling again... would be a good girl again...

Bobbi's tongue was already slowing. Her eyes were glazing over. She licked slowly, but she didn't fully stop. Her mind was awash in the sort of imagery and wordage Mommy had no doubt been implanting in her for decades, and she only now realized how helpless she really was against the holstaur's charms.

She had never had a chance.

She started to squeal as the orgasm drew nearer. Mommy had taught her to obey. Taught her to enjoy being used, enjoy being beaten like this. She loved to submit. Loved to submit to Mommy. Had she ever even had a chance?

She had been taught for years to be Mommy's slave. And soon she would be. The brainwashing would continue, and Mommy—Laca would eventually own her completely. And then she would claim the werewolf, and the cat... or maybe she'd just skip straight to Master.

And the Ranch would be lost.

Bobbi felt a sparkle of resistance like that, but it barely felt like anything, really. What could she really do? It felt too good to give in. She loved to lose, and she knew Mommy had taught her that, too. Mommy had taught her so much, and she was starting to feel very happy about that. She loved Mommy. Loved how Mommy's tongue made her feel. Mommy had taught her to love it. Taught her to love Mommy. Taught her to suck.

Suck.

Bobbin blinked.

Yes.

She could do that.

But gods, she was so, so close...

She felt around with her tongue until she was sure she had Laca's clit—it helped that Laca's own licking would slow a little whenever she touched it.

And she took it between her lips and started to suck with a newfound passion.

The bell rang in her wear, filling her with growing determination. It was taking all her might, though, to hold in her own orgasm. Her attentions were desperate, fed by a mix of lust, desire to please Mommy, and pure panic, but internally her mind was as tightened as a drum. She thrashed her lower body, desperate to escape Laca's tongue, but the holstaur was relentless. She moaned and whined. She couldn't hold on.

Couldn't on on.

Her licking sped up. Didn't want to hold on.

She wanted to give in, she realized, eyes widening. It would feel so good to please Laca, to please... to please Mommy. It would feel so, so good. Every ring of the bell just reminded her of how horny Mommy was, how needy she was, how much she would reward Bobbi for being a good girl. She needed to submit. Needed to please. Needed to... to...

"Mmmoooo! MOOOO!"

Bobbi's thoughts were drowned out by squeals of lust from above. And not just squeals—moos.

Laca was cumming.

Bobbi's eyes widened as the tongue's attentions on her own clit finally slowed to a halt. And thinking quickly, she seized her chance. She flipped Laca onto her back, sitting up at last so her ass was clear from Laca's endless attentions, and stared down at Laca's slick cunt.

She raised one finger, wrapped it around another finger, and blew. Magic swirled around the cunt, slowly began to take shape.

And as the magic was halfway through completion, Bobbi grinned, turning back to the mooing holstaur, eager to watch her hard-won victory take shape on Laca's cute, submissive face.

Laca looked back up at her, a sly smile on her face, and bounced her breasts together.

Bobbi's brain melted into putty at the mere sight. She had been tricked, and she was so, so glad of it.

"Who's ready to be a good girl?" Mommy cooed.

"B-Bobbi is," Bobbi whimpered, leaning back down. She heard Mommy giggling and cackling as Bobbi began to suckle once more, and Bobbi's brain was filled once more with pure, easy pleasure.

And for a minute or so, all Bobbi knew was liquid bliss, erotic submission. She had lost again, of her own recklessness, and she was glad of it.

But then... something happened.

Those giggles started to change cadence. Mommy started to giggle higher, then faster. Then she started to shriek.

And then Bobbi realized, her brain still numb from the milk, what was happening.

The phantom tongue had completed casting after all.

She kept suckling, helpless to stop herself, but now realized why Mommy was spasming and shaking the way she was. Bobbi was effectively pinning her now, sucking at her teat while holding her to the ground.

"S-stop!" Mommy shrieked. "Mmmoooo!"

Bobbi couldn't help but giggle as she instead switched to the other breast, knowing how this complex mix of pleasure and tickling teasing would affect her lover. The phantom tongue would keep tickling her as long as Bobbi remained in sight. Bobbi had no power or will to remove it, not while the milk was filling her brain with gooey sweetness. In this state of mind, part of her—most of her—was just blissfully happy that Mommy seemed so happy.

So she continued to drink, and began to stroke Mommy's hair—just as Mommy had done for her before. Her heart glowed with amusement at Mommy's moos and squeals and giggles, even as her mind sank back into the comforted, submissive daze.

It took another half-hour of this torture before Mommy at last relented and forced Bobbi away. Bobbi even tried to crawl back to her, but Mommy managed to keep her at bay. The holstaur was red-faced and humiliated, and had to crawl up on the chair, shuddering all the while, just to avoid Bobbi's mindless attentions.

Bobbi's mental faculties slowly returned, and she felt intense relief when she was at last able to stand once more. She took a deep breath, listening to the holstaur squealing behind her, begging for release. And she turned around to face her again.

"Did we learn our lesson?" Bobbi purred, careful not to look anywhere but the holstaur's wide brown eyes.

"Yes!" the holstaur squealed. "Moo! Please! B-Bobbi!"

"Were we a bad girl?" Bobbi couldn't help but let one last trigger in, even though it sent a tingle up her own spine as well. She delighted in the way Mommy's pupils dilated at the phrase.

"Yes!" the holstaur screamed. "Bad—I was bad, a bad girl, please, Bobbi, please!"

Bobbi smirked and snapped her fingers. "Good girl," she said sweetly, again shivering as she and the udder sprite both experienced the same delightful triggered orgasm. But the holstaur felt it stronger, of course. How couldn't she?

She walked forward as the holstaur panted for breath, utterly exhausted, and patted her on the head,. "Bit of a slow day for milk," she said, lifting the only half-full pail. "But I'm sure you'll be better-behaved next time, won't you?"

"Y-yes," the holstaur whispered. "Better. Better behaved. Thank you, Bobbi. Thank you." Bobbi felt the holstaur kissing her legs, and did not bother to dissuade the attention. She could easily fight the holstaur off if the holstaur tried anything.

"Very good," Bobbi said, turning away. "Then maybe I'll come back tomorrow." She headed towards the stall. "But... I suppose I worry."

"Mm?" The holstaur was too tired to even look up as Bobbi glanced back at her.

"All alone for a whole day... a slutknocker bimbo like you needs some way to pass the time."

There was a pause as this registered. The holstaur's eyes shot up, wide and frantic. "No. No!"

But Bobbin only laughed as she twisted one finger around another and blew.

Te holstaur went limp, screaming and mewling and mooing in tortured tickled bliss, as the phantom tongue returned—now with two siblings on her breasts. She writhed and thrashed in the grass, her breasts bouncing wildly.

And Bobbi smiled. It felt good to be in control again. She'd been worried for a while there—worried that her favoritism toward the udder sprite had weakened her in some way to suggestions—but now she was back in command, and loving every second of it.

In fact, Bobbi found she couldn't wait to visit Mommy again tomorrow.

THE END...?

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