Author: So i dared someone to make a fanfiction of Mary being mindbroke ny Day. And they did it! We even ended up collaborating with each other on this. He was all, "damn it doesnt really sound like Day tho."
And i was like, "yeah...but yo i can totally edit the appropriate reactions in for you if you want." Which i had to do on my phone cuz no laptop back then, but it wasnt a long chapter.
Then he went, "holy shit really? Thanks dude!"
And i ended up editing a bit more than that. You know, just making his actions more Day-like.
And the dude went, "omg i love it lets do more!"
So i will be releasing that one later on too. Maybe tomorrow.
This one, this is MAMA CLAYBROOK'S mindbreak scene that we made after finishing Mary's! Just wanted to release this first. Cuz fetish.
Enjoy~
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Author: Khalaenas
Co-author:Cupcake Ninja
Muriels Mind Break. (Wholesome… Sorta)
In a dark room in a certain house, there was sitting a woman bound to a chair with heavy metal ropes. The woman sat still, sleeping softly in the chair, completely oblivious to her seeming predicament.
"Hehehe…. Honey... Ah, not… There…. Bad son.." Muriel said, giggling at the end, twisting around in a seductive manner. This also served to tighten the ropes around her, causing them to slowly enhance her womanly curves. "You….Can't... Mmmm…" She whispered out.
Suddenly a door behind the chair slammed open, letting in a bright white light, which a humanoid figure slowly and methodically stepped into, blocking out parts of the light, and exuding an aura of dominance and control. Muriel's eyes snapped open, and she quickly woke up out of her dream addled stupor.
She quickly realized she was bound, and tried to move her arms and legs free, to no avail. When she was just about to try and use her dragons breath on the ropes, she heard heavy footsteps behind her.
"Don't try it." A thick, husky voice spoke out from the darkness. "Wouldn't want anything…. Unsavory to happen." The voice held an unmistakable threat in its tone. She could hear footsteps slowly walking torwards her, like thunder cracks in between deafening silence.
"Who's there?" Muriel roared, her anger quickly flaring at the thought of someone daring to threaten her. A heavy hand then landed on her shoulder, tightening around it, causing a small amount of pain to the dragon woman sitting there.
"I'd watch my tone." The obviously male voice advised. "Remember, you're the one bound, not me." The man continued, moving his hand to caress and run along Muriels cheek almost lovingly, even with her trying to shy away from it as hard as possible, stretching the ropes to their limit in her desperation to get away from the mans touch.
"Feisty. I like that. But don't worry, you'll break eventually." The man said matter of factly, as if saying the sun was going to rise tomorrow. "They always do...."
He then stepped in front of Muriel, sitting down in in a chair positioned in front of her. She slowly realized she could… Smell something in the room. A sweet and enticing smell, that was somehow familiar. Slowly dread started filling her mind as she started getting an inkling of who was in the room with her.
The man then leaned forward, causing his chair to creak loudly at the motion. He reached out and…. Turned on a light on the table in front of him.
"WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT BETWEEN 2 AND 4?!" Damien screamed in the face of his mother. "WE HAVE MULTIPLE WITNESSES CLAIMING YOU WERE CHASING AND THREATENING MULTIPLE INNOCENT TREES. WHAT DO YOU SAY IN YOUR DEFENSE?!" Damien continued screaming out in his comically deep and aggressive voice, sounding like a drill sergeant from an old military movie.
"NOT GUILTY! I DIDN'T DO IT YOUR HONO- Wait! I know what you're doing! Stop it!" Muriel responded, snapping out of it halfway through her sentence. "And, what do you mean? Those overgrown weeds deserve death for what they've done!��� She quickly followed up with, her anger rising at the mention of the two plants who dared to steal her lovable little son.
Damiens eyes narrowed at what his mother said. 'Tsk, people just wanna die, don't they? To not understand the amazingness of having a little cute tree garden, what heresy! Heresy, i say!' He thought in disdain at his mothers lack of understanding towards the cuteness of his two Kuudere trees.
"So you truly did these things?" He asked, an eyebrow raised questioningly. 'I just need her to confess, so i can perform a righteous and just punishment in due speed. Then i can cuddle with Vera!'
"Er, ummmmm…. Maybe?" His mother asked, unsure of what to say in this situation. 'What is happening? What is he wearing? Some kind of uniform? It looks weird on him….and tight.' She thought, biting her lip at the thought of what was under his clothes. Then her eyes drifted downwards to his nether region.
"And so what? What are going to do if I did?" She challenged. Her eyes were flickered again towards his swollen crotch. She almost scared about what weapon he'd choose for her "punishment". Scared….and excited.
He looked at her for a moment, then reached under the table to take something up. He then laid a silver tray on the table filled with cookies and various other cakes, the clear telltale smoke of freshly baked goods wafting of them.
Muriel looked confused for a moment, when he suddenly gripped her mouth, opening it up before depositing a chocolate chip cookie in her mouth. She could suddenly no longer see the room, nor feel the ropes biting into her. She could feel nothing but pure… Bliss. Joy was spreading through her body, a sort of transcendental happiness filling her. But behind it all, something else was growing at an unmatched speed.
Damien looked at his mother who had all of a sudden grown quiet, all of her movements ceasing.
He chuckled darkly." Just like Baz. One taste and all you are is just another--" But before he could finish a sudden crack! entered his ears. To his horror he saw the ropes break, his mother launching herself forward, tackling him to the ground. She straddled him like a woman riding a horse, her ass pressed against his crotch so she could rub herself against him. Which she immediately proceeded to do with great and desperate vigour.
She grabbed onto the uniform he was wearing and ripped it apart, discarding the pieces to the side.
The maddened woman dove forward, locking lips with her son, sticking her tongue inside, searching and hungrily exploring his mouth. She offered a passionate caress in every slight movement. It was a long and sensual kiss that had him rock-hard almost immediately
"You… Shclurp… Shouldn't have… Mhmhhmm… Done that." She said in between feverish kisses.
"Now look what you've done...it's so wet!" She cried out, licking across Damiens torso. Her hand slipped between her thighs and came out moist
" See? Look at what you did to Mommy." She purred, nuzzling his neck.
She took a hand down to his pants and expertly undid his belt. Dexterous fingers moved swiftly to free his engorged cock. She paused, momentarily marveling at her son's splendid growth. The sheer girth of his member...
'Will that even fit? Elias was never that big…' She felt daunted. Then thought for a moment. 'Well, you won't know unless you try.' She slid her panties to the side, revealing an almost smoking opening. Her sex was so drenched and warm it was unbelievable.
Damien grabbed onto her legs and stopped her movement. "Jesus. Fucking. CHRIST, woman! Get the hell offa me. Look, i know im sex on two legs, but fuck. I'm your son. S.O.N ! You don't fuck family. Find your husband if you're that ready for a lay. Keep this Alabama shit to yourself. Fucking son-con." Damien exclaimed, desperately trying to stop his mother from crossing a far too dangerous line. 'Fuck! I forgot she was stronger than me! I should've taken that into account when making the rope.' He despaired in his mind. 'Seriously, this damn Son-con!' He repeated in his mind.
His mother seemed to think about it. For all of one second, then flippantly replied, "Well, you aren't wrong. Usually I would have your father take care of this instead. But right now i'm in the mood for a different flavor…" She offered a slow, sexy smile. "Besides" She went on airily "It won't matter as long as he never finds out, right? " She said, seeming proud of her faultless logic.
"Wrong! You can't just do that! That's wrong on so many levels. First off, I'm not a goddamn lollipop so don't pull this 'different flavor' crap on me. And besides, i would never ever cheat on my trees-" While he was talking, his mother suddenly grabbed his arms, moved them to the side, and then plunged her hips down.
" NOOOoOoooooOoooo!!!!" He screamed. "You bitch! Fucking slut! Get your cunt offa me, dammit!" Damien thrashed about violently in absolute rejection.
But she couldn't hear him.
'Its in!' Her mind exploded with untamed joy. Every inch of space inside her was instantly filled with his enormous cock! It was….it was…
…. Rapture
'This is my son…' Pride swelled in her chest. 'I made him...I made... this…'
The epiphany was instantaneous. This cock was her's. It belonged to her because she made it.
...And she's going to thoroughly exercise her right to its use.
Muriel looked down and noticed she hadn't even swallowed him down to the hilt. 'Oh gods…he can go deeper…'
Damien meanwhile laid there, dazed that his mother would so blatantly ignore what he was saying. Then he narrowed his eyes, and thought 'So she thinks she can just do whatever she wants to me, huh? She thinks she can make me cheat on my little trees and get away with it?! This bitch...see how I deal with you! You want me to fuck you? Fine, then I'll just fuck you silly! I'll fuck you till you're nothing but a goddamn cripple!'. Nose flaring in anger, he grabbed her two mochi-like asscheeks and raised her up off of him.
When she noticed what he was doing she prepared to grab onto his arms and push them away. Thus, she wasn't at all prepared for what he did next.
As soon as her lips came up to his bulbous head he slammed her down, making his cock smash against her womb and causing her to yelp aloud. Her cries were a mix of pain and pleasure.
'Oh sweet father Okeanos! He's HUGE!' She was so stunned by his violent pounding that she rallied to grab onto his arms, trying desperately not to collapse and salvage what little control she still had in this situation. But Damien wasn't having it. He kept on with his merciless pounding, kissing her womb with each unforgiving thrust. Emptying her head more every second.
"So you think you can just do what you want, do you? That you can just rape your own son like this?" He growled at her. It took a moment before he noticed she wasn't listening, just rolling her hips in response to his own, all higher thoughts banished from her mind. "Bitch," He scoffed."Just a few thrusts and she's already cock-crazy." A disapproving tsk.
He looked at her and smirked. He'd just gotten the perfect idea for what to do with this shameless Son-con mother of his. She'd get what she wanted, just not how she wanted it.
"So you say Dad doesn't matter? Fine then, i'll test that later. First, though..." He chuckled, trailing off with dark promise.
His mother, meanwhile, was sporting question marks above her head. 'What was he saying? Elias doesn't matter? Of course he doesn-' But her thoughts were interrupted. It was because Damien once more slid her completely up to the tip of his shaft, giving her no time to think.
"To be honest," He whispered in her ear, "I wasn't even fully erect before." And smiled. It wasn't kind.
Muriel shuddered at his words. A feeling of impending doom took hold. 'What does he mean, not fully erect? That's just-LORD OKEANOS!' Her train of thought was viciously thrown off track by a sudden intrusion somewhere deep inside her. She felt a searing heat in her abdomen and it took her a little while to realize what it was.
'By all that is holy… H-He…. He's IN my womb?!' At the sudden realization, she immediately and suddenly climaxed, sending even more of her liquids streaming down upon Damien and the floor.
It took her quite some time to collect herself after the sudden and explicit release of her love juices, and when she finally figured out how to construct thoughts again, she realized something wrong.
'He's... Not moving? But….. But that's not fair! I need it! I need more of it, this cock...my son's cock…!
' I need his seed, his life, in me!...So move! Fuck me! Pound me, mess me up…'
"S-Son… Why did you stop? I need…. Mhhhmmmm.. More…" She slowly stammered out, trying desperately to keep herself from begging.
"What was that?" He asked.
"I said...I said...oh…" She couldn't support herself anymore. Her arms gave way, her chest slamming into his own and deforming like soft marshmallows being pinched.
The fires of passion were flying around like comets in her head. She tried to lift herself, to summon any ounce of strength a all. But her arms revealed themselves to be completely limp, letting her just lie at Damiens mercy. ...and maybe that's exactly what she wanted.
He looked her in the eyes as she tried time and time again to move. To continue what was initiated.
"You were saying?" He asked again, insistant.
She was buried in his neck. Every breath was a hot, steamy struggle. "Please…" she whimpered.
"Yes?"
"Your cock...I need it...please…" Something snapped in her. "Your cock! Use your cock, hurry! Punish me, violate me, use me however you want! I don't care even if you leave me a special present that never goes away, just fuck me already!"She cried. Her lips rained passionate kisses all over him. "And you, too. Let me love you...let me make you happy, so happy you that won't need anyone else!"
It was there. That moment. That single instant of surrender. It was there he saw not the domineering and haughty dragon he was used to, nor the crazy shameless son-con she had been in the last few years. He saw an honest and innocent side of her, one that came out only as she to begged to please him, and herself. To fan the passion she felt. For just a moment, he didn't see her as his mother, but as a woman, inexperienced and confused in love, yet still trying and striving to improve.
He reached up a hand, and let it softly glide along the side of her face, then let it fall down to her breast, which he then grabbed softly, and gently. "Let's be happy together then." He softly whispered to the woman before him, causing her to pause in her motions.
"Damien?.." She asked, meekness in her voice, as he grabbed onto her, and started to slowly lift her up and down on his cock. She slowly leaned forward, awkwardly and stiffly, like all the hate and anger had been washed out, and she had been laid bare.
They kissed, as they made love. In this short moment, they both realized they couldn't go back. Damien couldn't let his mother go back to how she was, to let her close off everything again, and let the icy cold of her dragon side take hold again. And as he released and let his potent and virile seed fill her womb up, undoubtedly fertilizing her, she realized that this was what she wanted all along. Not to be seen as a threat, or a weapon, or some kind of waiting beast like Elias saw her.
She wanted to be held in someone's arms, and be seen as a girl.
Epilogue.
Elias was in a jovial mood. His wife and her friend Mary had made up, and she had become pregnant again! He had been deeply worried in the beginning thinking this pregnancy could kill her, but she repeatedly assured him she was fine, and she had found a solution to that problem.
He had also noticed that ever since she had become with child, she had become as shy and meek as a kitten, her earlier wrath seeming like some kind of bad memory. She would of course still become angry and furious sometimes still, but it had definitely improved, especially when his son was around for some reason….
No matter, it was probably nothing.
Elias was currently walking back to their mansion after having been out to get some more exotic foods for his wife. 'Pregnancy does that to women. This is one of the weirder ones though. Why would she want some seaweed?' He thought wryly, shaking his head the mysteries of women. When he came through the gate, he was greeted by one of the servants and told his wife was waiting for him in the south garden.
After making his way there, he saw a breathtaking sight. His wife was standing in of the first floor rooms, with her arms supporting her head in the windowsill, the white curtains lightly moving in tandem with the breeze, framing her body with some kind of ethereal quality, making her seem like some fleeting dream, or spring sun.
"Muriel! You called for me?" He asked towards her, after standing and admiring her for a few minutes. She turned towards him slowly, her face slightly flushed as her dress moved in the wind. 'Or is that her moving? No, must be my imagination' He thought.
"Ah, Elias. Come closer now, i, Ahn, don't want to have to shout to you all the, Mhm, time." She said with a slight shake of her head, after which she giggled, her voice sounding like light church bells to Elias ears. 'She is such a good woman. And with how she's been lately, caring and nice, i'm falling in love with her even more. Although she's been rejecting all sex ever since she became pregnant, but we need to be careful with the baby, so it's ok.' He thought proudly.
"I got a letter a little agoOOo, inviting us to the court of the Queen, and, Mhm~, while i'd like to go, i shouldn't travel too, Ahh, much." She said, leaning forward enticingly, flushing a little bit more. 'Maybe she has a fever? Pregnancy does a lot to the body after all.'
"So i'd like you to, Mmm, go there in my stead, to say Hello." She said, moving back and forth lightly. 'The wind must be stronger than i thought over there.'
He smiled brightly, then said "I'd be glad to! We don't want to strain you too much after all. Though you seemed fine with Dolly, and Damien…" He muttered.
"Ah, That's because, Ahn, that the treatment i'm taking to, Ah, keep my health fine, requires me to not move to muCH!" She finished with a sudden rise in her voice, her eyes widening. "Ah, i'm sorry, wind, was strong for a moment." She said, finishing with a soft moan.
"You must be feeling bad. Should i come in and help you get set?" He asked, worried for his wife's health.
"NO!" She roared. "Uhhh, i mean, you should get going fast, the Queen is waiting after all," She quickly followed up with after her outburst.
"You're probably right. Well, say hi to Damien and the others from me, Okay?" He said, turning around to call for the servants to prepare his carriage. "I will! Now, Good LUCCCCCCCCCKK!" She cried out at the end, her legs giving out under her, which Elias would've discovered if he hadn't already turned around and started walking.
After Elias had gotten onto the carriage and started his journey to the capital, Muriel talked back in her room.
"Was that good enough Master?" She asked towards Damien who was going doggystyle at her, pushing her back and forth, right after he had filled her with his seed for the fourth time today. "It was good my little Riel. I, think you deserve a reward for that. So here you get another creampie!" He said, filling her up again, and making her moan loudly out in the house.
Authors Note (Khal):
Well, that was a blast to write, and i think it came out decently. Now, i know i NTR'ed Elias here, but i think that after what he did to our favorite tree, he deserves to get cucked like this. And Yes, they were having sex while Muriel and Elias were talking.
Authors Note(cup):
It ended up more wholesome than i thought it would be. I changed the title to reflect that. So its now mother -son bonding. Hehe.
Mary's is really cute and wholesome too. Which i like. But Day said a mindbreak, he keeps his word. So in the one imma make as part of the actual story its gonna be wayyy more mindbreaky and weird. Dont worry.