Shutting his eyes for a moment, Daniel is truly pressed to no end with his maternal figures. While more baffled to react to Marianne's kinky offer, he snaps out of his disbelief over himself with a scoff.
"Mom, you can spin it however you want, but I don't see how getting spanked can be enjoyable."
Marianne smirks, wagging her finger. "Now, now, love, don't be so quick to dismiss! Open your mind a bit and think of the experience like a pepper: Despite it stinging our palate, it can enhance the flavors of a delicious meal."
Daniel snorts, suppressing a laugh. "Is that why you suggested a spanking be 'spicy'? Rather than that, I think your flavorful ideas are being dulled by the wine."
Unabated, fusion mother harrumphs, lifting her chest, which jiggles indignantly in her low-cut dress. "Listen here, mister, my creative juices are flowing because of the wine — both figuratively and literally!"
"Dear god, Mom, have some shame," Daniel sighs, rubbing his face.
"Hehehe~ You say that, but you thought about it earlier, haven't you?" she follows, her drunk eyes smiling. "Don't try to lie to Mama nooow~"
Dropping his hands, the artist swallows without looking back at her. "That's...maybe, but still."
"Besides, It's not as if Amy hasn't spanked you when you were little," Marianne adds, waving her hand. "What's the harm in a little love tap into the past? I simply feel like my baby needs to learn his lesson. As your Mama, it's my duty to instill some sense in you."
"Sense?" Daniel sputters, snapping back to the fusion. "Mom, the only lesson here is that Mother and I should've communicated better with you. What doesn't make *sense* is how you're trying to stretch that into this!"
"Nope!" Marianne chirps, closing her eyes and twisting away. "I still don't feel like you understand the graaaave sin you've committed by worrying your dear Mama! More and more, you seem to be taking us too lightly."
Pausing, she peeks open one eye—an obvious plea to reconsider this wild start to their "dessert". No matter the persuasion, however, she ultimately can't force this silly play unless her son is willing.
To that end, Daniel only stares at a loss. He doesn't forget Viviane beside him. Notably, the elder slime is unfairly trying to keep out of the conversation as she focuses on the glass of red liquid in her hand, swirling it.
"Can we even get intoxicated on our own?" She mutters quietly to herself.
The situation seems to call for it, after all.
Her son clears his throat. "Mother, help me out here. This is partially your fault too, you know?"
Flinching for a moment, Viviane coughs as she puts her glass down. "M...Mommy doesn't know what you're talking about! In any case, what's the harm playing along if you're truly curious? There's no need to hold any excessive pride in your naked behind when we know everything there is about you."
Quivering, Daniel flushes into a tomato. "Wha—It's not about pride, I'm just no masochist!"
At this, Marianne raises a brow. "Love, think about everything we've done so far, then consider that statement again: Is that one-hundred percent true?"
Wiggling his lips, Daniel sighs. "Well, I won't deny I've been squeezed to the limits by you guys."
"Mmhmm," hums the fusion, her lips widening. "Look, there's no need to act like you're on a high horse, sweetie. This experience will even be good to reflect — come to terms with yourself and our relationship in new light!"
"I really don't see the light."
It's been only a horny rabbit hole of gooey love that Daniel has allowed himself to fall into. His descent was sealed the moment he accepted Anne into his life, and with unexplained magic about, is there any chance he'll crawl out?
Sighing, the answer is obvious. Despite his footing, Daniel can't deny that he's mildly curious about the experience. Perhaps the wine really is affecting his judgment, or the British influence of this "spicy" suggestion has really deteriorated his sense of dignity. No matter the case, he breathes in.
His eyes lock on the remaining wine in his glass. With a shake of his head, he picks it up and gulps it down in one go. The red liquid flows out within seconds, equally emptying his reservations, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
With a sharp breath of alcohol, he plants the glass down. "Fuck it. Let's see how exactly you paddle me with this sorry reasoning."
Gasping, Marianne's eyes shine before she hops up to her feet. "Oh, love, I knew you'd come around!"
However, Daniel holds out a hand. "Not so fast, Mom. If this is a matter of 'reflection', then you'll also get three spankings."
"Even better!" Marianne squeals, her face flushing with greater heat.
Brows twitching, Daniel drops his head. "I shouldn't be so surprised..."
Tittering sweetly, the fusion reaches out, offering a hand. "See? The first step is always acceptance. Now come, naughty boy, Mama will straighten you out with only the love and care that a mother could provide."
Between them, Viviane pours another glass of wine for herself, then takes a sip. With flattened lips, she closes her eyes mournfully.
"It's such a shame to remain sober in this situation."
...
..
.
Leaving the table, the three join near the couch. Before situating themselves, Daniel's eyes are fixed as Marianne slides away her dress, revealing a form with molded curves that would surely steal one's glance.
"Now love," the fusion begins, sliding in front of him while her hands reach for his pants. "This is for your own good, you understand?"
Cock throbbing in his underwear, Daniel doesn't resist as she leans forward, pecking him on the lips. He shivers as her curves press against him, easing him into her flow.
"Y-you say that, but...I think this might be more bad than good."
"Hehe, it's all perspective, sweetie~"
As his pants fall, Viviane is right behind him as she pulls up his shirt, sliding her cool hands across his sides and adding goosebumps.
"Child, don't worry; Mommy will comfort you. You did nothing wrong."
"Then, w-why are you allowing this?" Daniel asks as he's increasingly sandwiched between his two mothers.
The elder slime narrows her eyes. "I could ask the same: Why are you?"
"...Damn it."
Naked, he's led towards the couch where Marianne sits on the right, her smooth and coated thighs ready to receive her son's twitching manhood. At the same time, Viviane lets go of her white dress, letting it fall to the ground as she takes the left side, curling up to receive her son's lean.
"Come, sweetie. Onto Mama's lap or else I'll add more spanks to our agreement," Marianne warns, her voice level as she taps her lap.
Although it's a play, Daniel finds her authority quite spurring. Under clearer heads, he might've found it laughable.
Still, he wouldn't back down after committing. His cock twitches as he slides closer to the end of the couch before adjusting himself over the dark beauty's lap. Immediately, her thighs catch his cock, squeezing it with a surprising amount of cushion. Since his fusion mother is a slime-enhanced human, perhaps it's not too surprising.
From his view on the other end of the couch, Viviane's chest grows larger until he's submerged into its softness. From there, she coos, wrapping her hands around his head and keeping his body lifted across the length of the couch as she leans back.
"Oh, child..." She sweetly whispers into his ears.
Daniel shudders, not foreseeing he'd be in this position of comfy support, especially with Viviane holding him. Even without it, he can't keep denying his arousal with the position as Marianne rests her hand on his bottom, caressing it.
"Love, you must understand that first and foremost, you are our son. We care for you, so any matter that might disrupt your well-being isn't something that should be taken lightly with us."
Daniel wants to almost roll his eyes, but he knows what he's agreed to. "Yes, I understa—Ah!"
*Smack!*
The first swipe against his bottom occurs before he's ready, reverberating out in the living room. It wasn't too hard, but firm enough for a slight sting to jitter through his spine. The real shock comes when his cock grows harder between Marianne's thighs.
'*Oh fuck...*'
It must be the alcohol. It has to be.
"Hehe, you seem to be growing excited, sweetie~" the fusion sings, squeezing her thighs more as she rubs his bottom soothingly to make up for her first smack. "Are you still taking us lightly?"
"N-no, that's not it..."
Viviane leans forward and kisses his head. "It's okay, my child. Mommy understands it's been hard for you, so I'll try to ease your pain. None of this is your fault."
Marianne harrumphs. "Don't be too soft on our son. We might breastfeed and spoil him, but he's still a man at the end of the day. There's simply no excuse for his behavior!"
Her hand comes down again.
*Smack!*
The second slap rings, stiffening him forward. Daniel grunts, shutting his eyes and holding on to Viviane tighter while his cock drips pre-cum onto his hybrid mother's legs. He can't tell whether that was harder or not, but he's certainly more ready to receive the stings.
"To that end, you must be more honest with us," Marianne demands. "Let's finish with where you're at now. Do you enjoy this?"
"I...ungh..."
The slimy coating around Marianne's thighs extrudes out, gripping onto his cock and massaging him. While this goes on, she rubs his bottom and down to his thighs.
"Do you enjoy us, love?" she urges, more softly. "There's no shame in relying on your mothers, even if you're an adult. We'll breastfeed you, carry you, cuddle you to sleep, and love you in as many ways as possible. All that we ask in return for our love is that you take us as seriously as your art. Give yourself to us as we give to you."
*Squick...squick...*
Her gooey thighs rub his shaft faster, causing the artist to quickly lose his breath as he snuggles further into the elder slime's breasts. Viviane pats his head, unable to help but smile softly. Even if this were a play, her sister's words couldn't be any truer. She, too, wanted him to rely more on them.
Knowing this, Daniel thins his lips and swallows. He's so close to cumming with the fusion's thighs milking him. Even so, he pushes his trembling response forward. "I...ungh, really do love you all. It's overwhelming sometimes, but...I'm trying to keep up. That's...how much I want to give myself to you."
Marianne nods, her lips widening with warmth in her eyes. "That's all we can ask for, my love."
*Smack!*
The last hand hits his bottom, and with it, Daniel groans into his elder mother's breasts, spurting away across Marianne's legs as he's milked into a stinging bliss. While twitching in pleasure, Viviane adds to it with her sweet kisses on his head, comforting him as a balance to reward him for his honesty.
His cum drips from Marianne's legs, trailing into the carpet below, pleasing his hybrid mother as she hums. Her own pussy twitches with arousal over being able to relish this moment of discipline with her son on her lap, even if the reasoning was shallow.
In any case, her heart beats for more.
"Love, now it's Mama's turn to be spanked!" she declares. "It's important for us to give and take, after all."
That's an odd excuse when it's clear Marianne — and by that, mostly Mary within — is just perverted.
Viviane giggles. "Let our child recover for a bit. Here..."
Smoothly, the elder mother partially reverts into her slime form, shifting herself to sit upright while turning her son sideways across both of their laps. The artist comes to be supported in the crook of the silver beauty's arm, cradled more into her breasts.
"Drink, child," she coos.
Breathing in, Daniel latches on and drinks slowly, drawing in the elder slime's reproducible milk. By his lower half, Marianne continues rubbing his bottom with one hand while cleaning his cum with the other, absorbing his love around her legs and his crotch with the slimy coating of her hands.
Suckling fills the air as Daniel's head bobs against his mother's sweet breasts, burying his face as much as he can into her gel softness. Eventually, his cock perks up from Marianne's rub. Ready to roar once more, he unlatches with a deep exhale, then clears his throat.
He catches Marianne's eager eyes before grimacing. '*Fuck me, this might be more embarrassing than being spanked.*'
Luckily, Viviane releases Daniel with an offer, "Child, why don't we share your body again, then spank and fuck your Mama together? As the elder sister, it's only right for me to discipline your mother for being too much."
"Ooh! D-don't threaten me with a good time, sister!"
As Marianne squirms to the "punishment", Daniel slumps and shakes his head. "Mother, you're not that much better, you know?"
The elder slime huffs, then pouts. "Hey, Mommy has been on your side this whole time! Should I spank you?"
More than saturated with three spanks, Daniel raises his hands and coughs. "No, no, it's fine. Go ahead and take me then."
Even though they've shared bodies this whole day, Daniel feels bad that his elder slime mother has been the odd one out during this dinner, unable to get drunk nor feel any pleasure.
'*No, wait...it's better she's not drunk!*' Daniel corrects in his head.
God knows what would happen if she let loose.
"That's better! Now come to Mommy!" Viviane urges, wrapping her arms around him. She doesn't waste time, hugging her sweet, artistic baby to her. In turn, Daniel sinks through her outer skin layer, overlaid in everything beside his mind.
*Squip, shlurp!*
When all is said and done, Daniel is wrapped safely into his Viviane's gooey body like before, disappearing perfectly as his slime mother's host. More than that, however, his nerves and sensations are shared, including his coated cock, which becomes the property of the elder slime.
"O-oh..." Viviane takes in her boy's arousal, sharply inhaling as she strokes *their* cock a little.
It's so sensitive. "You're...so hard, child. How does it feel?"
"Mmmph~"
"Oh, hehe, silly me, I've taken over your lips as well. Well, you don't need to speak. Just relax and let Mommy handle your bad Mama."
Marianne quivers with swirling eyes. If it weren't for her slime coating absorbing her internal juices, she would've wet the couch ages ago.
She straightens. "I-I'm ready! I'm so bad, so please punish me, sister!"
Grunting, Daniel would definitely not be able to handle his fusion mother's excitement, so he gladly leaves control to Viviane. Still, even his elder slime mother cringes.
"You're so unhinged, sister. Fine, on my lap. Let's see if we can smack the alcohol out of you. The Mary in you still has to wake up early tomorrow to pick up Marlin."
"W-whaaat? No, it'll be fiiine," Marianne drawls as she lies flat on the couch against her sister and son's shared form. Her body twitches quickly to their cock poking underneath her.
She shuffles into position. "Anyway, let me just get ready—eek!"
*SMACK!*
The fusion lurches forward as Viviane swings down without warning, shaking the beauty deeper into the couch's cushions. As she cries out, her ass jiggles to the force of the harsher hand, sending waves out through her brain.
She manages to inhale sharply before snapping her head back. "W-wait! That's a little—"
*SMACK!*
"Hngh!"
Marianne's head returns forward as she contorts with a mix of pain and pleasure. She grips the edges of the cushions more tightly, tears brimming in her eyes. Luckily, there's a bit of reprieve as Viviane rests her hand on her sister's ass.
"I'm somewhat disappointed in you, sister. Since you are composed of Mary and Anne, I would've especially thought Anne would've put up resistance into not spanking our son, even as a matter of play."
"T-that's...yes, you're right! But M-mama would never truly hurt him!"
"I'm aware," Viviane answers, then sighs. "In the end, we worried you, so there's no helping the frustrations I'm sure she felt. Let's leave it at that, and we'll continue. Go ahead and bend over for us."
Marianne's breath hitches as she lifts away a little. "W-what about the third spank? Also..."
She looks away shyly, adding, "I wouldn't mind a few more as well, even if you were a little hard~"
The elder slime closes her eyes with an irritated smile. "Oh, there will be more, don't you worry!"
With that promise, Marianne's eyes shine; however, she tempers herself. She might regret any further smacks for annoying her sister.
For their final act, they move to the couch's left arm. The fusion's body bends such that her ass becomes the centerpiece of Viviane and Daniel's view. It's quite enticing as they slide their hands down her dark hips.
Their cock rests on top of her crack, eager to be drawn into any of the fusion's holes. Knowing Mary's preference, however, Viviane decides to position their cock at her back entrance. It opens up easily, stretching around her son's mass so easily.
"Mmmgh!" Daniel muffled groans escape.
"A-a-ah...y-yes..." Marianne quakes, her eyes rolling back.
For Viviane, she feels Daniel's pleasure, but steers clear from losing her mind to it. "Ungh...Sister, you're so tight."
She pushes forward, sliding all the way into Marianne's reinforced walls that constrict around them. In turn, the fusion buries her face deeper into the armrest and stifles more grunts of pain and pleasure. Thanks to Mary, this is all familiar, but it might be a bad influence on Anne, who would be experiencing it for the first time.
*Fwap!*
There's little patience for adapting, though, as Viviane's hand makes waves on the fusion's left ass cheek. With it, she moans, bouncing her hips against her sister, son, and boyfriend's eager shared mass. More noises add to the liveliness of the room.
*Splack, splack, splack!*
Two bodies of slime-enhanced human forms meet, one dominating to the other's delight. There is no true winner when only the pleasure of their bond matters.
*Smack, smack!*
That doesn't stop Viviane from swiping her sister's butt again, spurring the fusion to increase her bounce as the elder slime thrusts forward. She moans, her breath increasingly strained.
"Fuck, I'm...I'm going to cum, love...sister."
Likewise, Daniel groans, writhing inside his slime mother's encasement. They can't be in complete sync without fusing mentally, so for a moment, the imprint of Daniel's face stretches from Viviane's head alignment, pushing out from the side of her face, like two about to split.
However disturbing, they both groan together, their voices unified in a pleasure that keeps them together. Shaking her head, Viviane snaps back to her son, realigned.
"S-sister, we're going to...cum too!"
Unable to hold out, Viviane slams forward one last time and flushes themselves across Marianne, cupping their hands around her chest. The tight squeeze only cements the final strike against the anvil.
"Ooooh goood!"
Shaking, Marianne shuts her eyes and cries out, her pussy gushing as she fails to absorb her own juices from her slime coating. At the same time, Viviane and Daniel pump out together, letting everything out into the fusion's bowels.
*Splurt, splurt, splurt!*
They lay together across the arm rest like a hanger, their bodies intertwined. With each of them being coated, sweat comes to the front of their skins only for a moment before being absorbed.
Viviane hums contently, pressing a kiss on Marianne's neck. "Do you think that was enough?"
Marianne shudders. "Y-yeah, I...I have no complaints."
"Hehe, very good~"
They hold together like this, catching their breaths. Only then do they part, with Viviane and Daniel's cock slipping out cleanly from the tight hole of the fusion. There's a gape, but it doesn't last long, closing out nicely thanks to the lining of the slime.
Still feeling the pound, Marianne wobbles weakly to the front of the couch and slumps down. "Aaah, that was lovely! Can we just stay like this for tonight?"
Viviane straightens and picks up her dress from the floor, snorting. "No, you have to split. Anne has to leave with Daniel, but I'll stay with Mary as we planned. Come on, let's not delay anymore while it's late."
The fusion groans and slaps a hand across the couch. "Oh fiiiine! How annoying..."
With her excited but short-lived existence, Marianne sits upright and sighs. She extends her hand out forward, expecting the slime that is Anne to slide off.
She does, except...
*Shliiiiip!*
There's a ripping of expected blue goo; however, Viviane freezes in her covering form, widening her eyes in sync with Daniel within. The two open their aligned mouth silently as the British artist comes to, standing and facing away from the couch.
"Ah...huh? I feel clear-headed all of a sudden," Mary begins, blinking. Her eyes drift to the shocked expression of the elder slime, but more than that, they are looking past her.
Furrowing her brows, she turns around to the couch behind her, where she and Anne should've been fused. Only then does she stiffen with a sharp breath.
Somehow, Marianne stares back from the couch, wide-eyed with an arm out. For a moment of silence, she remains still before relaxing her arm and rubbing her eyes.
"Ugh, I must be reaally drunk. Am I Anne now? I don't feel any different from before, though."
By this, Mary's gears turn as she figures to check herself. However, as the lack of sensations becomes apparent, her lips begin to thin with horror.
"I...I can't feel anything at all!"
Viviane swallows as Daniel's throat turns dry. "This is...not what I meant by splitting."