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This is not a little doodle. This. THIS. This is fucking MAGIC. You have captured pure wonder and whimsy and romance and bliss and that almost melancholy wholeness when you look up at the sky and just feel the smallness of your being and the grandness of the universe. All this captured with a lover’s eye. We cannot see her face but I feel the tender passionate ardour for this petite but mighty creature in the world. While at the same time I feel the bittersweet swoon of wanting to be gazed upon myself with such whole and overwhemling admiration and love. It is goddamn masterful.
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I fucking love your Cruel World series so much. Something I was curious about was, does Credence ever use magic? Im sure he’s not allowed to, but it’s so interesting how you almost frame the dynamic with the psychology as if he’s a non magical character held by two magical captors. Have there ever been accidental emotional outbursts? Has Grindelwald ever made him use magic during torture? Does he even remember that he’s someone who can use magic? If he was in a life or death situation, not at the hands of his captors, would he remember he could save himself?
Ahh thank you for asking! I spend so much time thinking about this series lately, I love the chance to talk about it! This question is also extremely timely, as it happens.
I admit it's been a little inconsistent in how it's been referenced (Grindelwald says in the first or second installment that they own him "mind, body, and magic," implying that he... well, has some magic), but since those first couple stories where I didn't yet have a long term plan, I've been thinking of Credence's magic as having been severely injured or damaged after the incident with the aurors in the subway at the end of the film, to the point that he appears non-magical. Graves and Grindelwald probably abducted him in the first place in the hope that they could get their obscurial after all, but when the obscurus didn't manifest anymore, they kept him anyway.
I was JUST thinking this very afternoon that if I were to go back and make any changes to the early part of the series, I'd really like to explore how Credence feels about his magic. Like, how does he feel after the first time they rape and humiliate him, and he wakes up the next morning and they aren't dead? If he had his obscurus, they would be. His anger is such a crucial part of his character, and his only expression of it has been stripped away, which must be terrifying. He's used to getting even with people even if he isn't really in control of it, but now, for the first time, he's actually helpless. Maybe it's not too late to go back and insert an installment along those lines, or maybe I'll touch it all up once the series is finished (hopefully that doesn't take another several years, yikes!), but it's definitely something that's been on my mind.
And I don't want to give too many spoilers, but it's very hard to resist talking about it, so I will say that Graves and Grindelwald are not in alignment on Credence's perceived magical status and that is about to become relevant.
Oh, I just had an idea - "Has Grindelwald ever made him use magic during torture," - what if Grindelwald tortured him to try to make him use magic? To find out whether he's still useful? Damn, that's something I want to write.
Also if you ever want to talk about more spoilery-type stuff feel free to DM me! I'm happy to share, I have so many ideas for this series rattling around, but I don't want to give the whole thing away out here in public. I promise to keep usernames a closely guarded secret if you promise the same for my plot details!
Actually, I may be in need of a beta reader for the next installment, so if anyone is interested feel free to reach out and let me know? The line between what happens and what SEEMS to happen is going to get... complicated... and feedback on how it comes across would be incredibly valuable honestly.
Gellert's followers love to bake for themselves. It's a team bonding activity, and it helps to let off steam.
One day they decide to hold a bake-off. It's meant to be relaxing, so things are kept simple - everyone can make whatever they want. There's only one rule - the milk must come from Percy. They can turn the milk into anything they want, like cheese and butter and so on, but as long as it's related to dairy, it has to come from Percy.
Percy's milk, after all, is milk is milk is milk.
I imagine Percy being dragged to the kitchen on the day of the bake off and being locked in place. Men line up to milk him for their breads and cookies and cakes, and there's so much demand he gets overstimulated, and eventually runs dry. Now the men have to figure out a way to make him make more milk.
That's the scenario I have in mind, but if you have something different, I'm happy to read a different take as well!
That sounds like such a nice day for them all! Percy would be confused what was happening at first, but he follows them docilely to the kitchen and when he sees his milking bench there he gets excited and trots right over, holding nice and still while they lock him in. He knows it means his titties will be getting lots of attention, so he’s happy to comply. They start out milking him by hand, taking turns whenever their recipes call for milk or dairy. They were all well aware of today’s little theme, so everyone has chosen a recipe that will need some amount of Percival’s milk – no one wanted to miss out on the fun of fondling and tugging those long, thick teats. It’s not the most efficient way to get milk, but that’s not really the point.
Percival certainly enjoys himself too, and before long he’s dribbled a messy little puddle of come on the tile floor beneath him from all the lovely stimulation to his tits. It’s still an unusual setting to be milked in, but he has no trouble relaxing and letting them have as much milk as they want.
At least, that’s how it is at first. Percival is used to rough, greedy mouths, so he’s not too bothered that Gellert’s followers don’t try to be gentle, but there are still a lot of them, and after he’s come over and over and over he starts to squirm. They laugh at him for that but, strapped in as he is, there’s nowhere for him to go. He doesn’t want them to stop, not exactly, but every time he comes his nipples get even more sensitive and he wished they’d at least slow down a little.
Unfortunately, Percival’s milk starts to slow down before everyone has finished their recipes. Some people haven’t gotten any milk at all and others need more, and they make sure Percival knows that if he can’t provide he’ll let everyone down and be a very disappointing cow indeed. The less milk he has to give the rougher they are, doing their best to squeeze every last drop out of him while he squeals. He wants to give them milk, he really does. He wants to be a good cow. No one wants to wait for his tits to get milky again, though. They want to get on with the baking and, try as he might, Percival can’t simply will himself into making more milk.
There are plenty of suggestions on what to do, and a spirited debate springs up over whether beating his tits until they bruise would cause him to make more milk or less, but eventually it’s decided that the best course of action is to bring out the milking machine while he gets a thorough fucking. Percival whimpers when he sees the machine. His nipples are already too sensitive and the machine never rests, but he can’t do anything at all to protect his dangling teats as they seat the cups on his nipples and turn it on. It gets a nice long moo out of him right away as he’s overwhelmed with the suction, forced to come again instantly, and he almost doesn’t notice when someone slips a cock inside his hole as it happens. Almost, except that it’s quite a rough fucking. They want him to feel it, and it makes him rock in the milking bench while he twitches and cries with overstimulation. His hips bruise from being gripped so tightly. His tits, and the hoses connected to them, sway back and forth.
It seems to work, though. He’s such a slutty cow that soon enough his tits start giving up their milk again. It’s not nearly as much as he made in the beginning, but the jug slowly starts to fill. In the mean time, as cute as his distressed little moos are, his mouth doesn’t have much to do and it might as well be full. Besides, if getting one hole fucked gets the milk flowing again, who’s to say it won’t work even better with both holes full?
They manage to squeeze enough out of him that everyone is able to finish their recipe, but in the excitement of getting things in and out of the oven it seems no one remembered who was responsible for turning off the milking machine. Poor Percival is left there even after he’s well and truly dry and far too sore to enjoy the countless orgasms or do anything other than moan and cry. He looks pretty when he cries, though, so no one else minds. In the end Percival isn’t so sure he likes bake-offs after all, but everyone else considers it a huge success.
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I would love for Gellert to get the idea that his pets need some *exercise.* Sure, the enclosure is large, and the pets spend time scampering away from Theseus (or Gellert himself), but it's not really enough to keep them physically fit.
There should be cardio/aerobic training, and possibly strength training as well. Perhaps Credence will be made to run (and cry) while Gellert's followers laugh and chase him with threats. Perhaps Percy and Theseus will have to pull a laden wagon, like actual cows/bulls. Perhaps someone's nipples will be clipped to the handle of a treadmill and they have to keep running while the treadmill picks up pace. I'd love to hear your ideas!
Gellert cannot abide lazy pets. Now that they have Percival’s milk again they don’t have any right to complain about being hungry, and they need to stay in good shape so that they have the endurance to please and serve for as long as Gellert or his followers want. Plus, watching them struggle and strain is entertaining in itself.
Percival has gotten quite plush in his life as a cow, especially with his gravid belly making it difficult for him to do more than waddle. Though Gellert adores his beautiful, curvy figure and soft flesh, Percival has gotten a bit too used to laying around waiting for someone to come use him. Gellert decides Percival needs to be a bit more proactive and eager, and he needs the stamina to do so. To this end, he clips little bells onto Percival’s nipples and tells him that they must ring continuously no matter what, and he’s not allowed to touch his titties with his hands. Percival is free to make them ring in whatever ways he can come up with - jogging around the enclosure, bouncing on a dildo, even just jiggling in place - but he absolutely must keep moving, and the bells don’t ring easily.
He’s quite the sight, clutching his big, taut belly and trying not to let it overbalance him while his huge titties swing and bounce freely. Every time the bells fall silent they give his nipples sharp zaps, and that’s enough to get him moving again no matter how tired he is.
By the time Gellert finally allows him to stop, his tits are aching from bouncing around without any support and he’s doubled over, breathlessly gasping. Gellert lets him rest for a bit, but demands a repeat performance later. As Percival builds up his strength Gellert slowly increases how difficult it is to make the bells ring, forcing him into bigger and bigger movements that take more and more effort. He often draws a crowd from Gellert’s followers during his exercises - they love to watch him bounce and jiggle.
Newt is introduced to a strange contraption: a wheeled wooden frame which is just big enough for him to crawl into on all fours, and at the front and back Gellert has mounted nice thick dildos for Newt to impale himself on. This is quite a promising start as far as Newt is concerned, but he very quickly realizes that the dildos aren’t quite close enough together for both of them to fill him at once, which is a frustrating predicament. Fortunately, when the wheels on the frame turn, it causes the dildos to rock forward like a fucking machine, spit-roasting him just how he likes. Of course, that means Newt has to crawl around inside it and pull it along if he wants the dildos to keep fucking him.
The faster he crawls the faster he gets fucked, and as he gets used to it he finds that Gellert can make the cart heavier and harder to pull. Even though he has to work hard for it, he needs to be filled so much that he can’t help but work himself to exhaustion. Even when he’s aching and tired and too miserable to enjoy it he has to keep going; he needs his mouth fucked more than anything, and he’ll do whatever it takes.
Gellert decides Theseus ought to be strong and fit, and since he’s lost some of his muscle tone since becoming a pet, he’ll have to work hard to become something Gellert can show off. He’s supposed to be a war hero, after all, so he should look the part.
Theseus doesn’t quite understand the function of his exercise. Gellert makes him stand while he ties a rope around his cock and balls and then gives him a weight to hold, but Theseus is too busy hoping he’ll be given permission to fuck someone soon to think very much about how those things are related. He stands there for a few minutes, and then he gets antsy and his arms start to get tired, and that’s when he very suddenly realizes what Gellert has done. The rope around his balls is looped over a hook on the ceiling, and the other end is connected to the weight he’s holding. Lowering the weight causes a painful tug between his legs, and he very quickly lifts it back up to its original height.
Before long his arms are quivering and he’s up on his toes, trying desperately to keep the pressure off the rope, but the pain only gets worse and worse as he tires. Gellert takes him right to the brink before he lets him rest, and generously allows him a few minutes to tremble and cry on the ground before getting him up for his next exercise.
Gellert makes sure that all the pets get a nice variety of exercises in their new routines, and before long they’re all building up the strength and stamina that good pets ought to have. Complaining about any exercise only gets it made more difficult, so after the first couple days everyone is really quite compliant. The only one of them who seems happy, though, is Tina. She often has trouble completing her work outs because, seeing all the pets so miserable, she can’t stop coming.
Mercurial, thank you for the reply to my last post :) I'll definitely be very happy lurking around here, and sharing ideas as and when I have them!
To the anon who posted about prods and chains - glad you picked up on the idea, I was excited to see that one too >)
Some thoughts on the fixation swap:
This time, Newt thinks, he's really, really lost.
He's kneeling between Gellert's legs, head down, cheeks hollowed, lips sealed and sucking over Gellert's prick like there's no tomorrow. A fucking machine pistons into him from behind, rocking his body back and forth with the force of its motion. Though he doesn't want to admit it, the machine - and Gellert's prick - sends thrill after thrill of illicit pleasure through his body.
Newt's no longer in control of his own pleasure and release. He can no longer just go around sticking things into his mouth. Gellert had forbidden it, after he'd swapped their fixations, and from now on, Newt can only fill his mouth when he's being fucked or spanked from behind.
He doesn't know it yet, but Gellert's followers have already put together a spit-roast roster. They're going to do one couple a day on Newt - they don't want him getting spoiled.
"This is all your fault, isn't it?"
Gellert drawls mockingly from above, making Newt whimper and Gellert laugh. The machine picks up its pace, sending Newt face-first into Gellert's crotch before pulling him back again and then pushing him forward. The little bells that Gellert has clipped onto the ring around Newt's balls are clinking rhythmically below.
Gellert has said that Newt needs to be spit-roasted hard enough for the bells on his genitals to achieve this clear, rhythmic sound. Every now and then the ring gives Newt's balls a jolt, and send him forward into Gellert's crotch at random. But the fucking machine always takes him back into rhythm, moving his arse through sheer friction alone.
To one side, Theseus fucks himself up and down on an upright fucking machine. The celebrated war hero is a sight, legs spread, back arched and head tilted back, his mouth lewdly open as he slides up and down the dildo. Even as Newt tries not to watch, Theseus makes another slow, controlled bounce, looking for all the world as if he were savoring the sensation of the slide. Reaching the bottom, he moans loudly as he begins to lift himself, leaving little question as to the pleasure he was getting.
No more taking it on your face, Gellert had told him. No penetration from his followers, either. Theseus only gets to take it on the fucking machine, and it better be slow and controlled, for if Gellert sees Theseus bouncing like a maniac, he's going to take the machine away.
That's why Theseus is moving like this - slow, controlled, disciplined. The focus is evident on his face. Somehow, it's worse to Newt, when it looks like this. It's as if Theseus had control. It's as if Theseus had a choice, and was choosing to humiliate himself like this. He wasn't being passed around to Gellert's followers, he wasn't being raped - he was simply and clearly choosing to get on the machine and bounce slowly for hours on end, in front of Gellert, in front of his followers.
Theseus had had problems maintaining his erection after the fixation swap, but on the machine, it's big and proud again. His balls are full, as if he's constantly about to come, and the skin is so taut Newt can see the rows of piercings on the front of his scrotum. Because his legs are open and everything is on display, Gellert's followers like to play with his genitals, sometimes not so gently, as he's bouncing and moaning.
Percival has been told that he can no longer fuck the pets. He's been given a glass panel with a glory hole to fuck into, though there's nothing - no receptacle - on the other side. The followers like to watch from the other side of the glass, where they'll laugh as they watch Percival's little cock thrusting in and out, Percival mooing desperately as his breasts and press and flatten into the glass. Percy has also been told that if he fucks hard enough, his milk will come back, and so he thrusts desperately all day long, even though there's barely enough friction in the glory hole to make him come. On the rare occasion he does, it'll all puddle up on the other side of the panel, which Credence will sometimes still lick up.
As for Credence, he's now a sissy little slut in skirts and panties. His hard little cock will poke out through the lace no matter how much he tries to keep it down, because the fabric keeps stimulating him, and when the followers see they'll take him over their knee and spank him, skirt up and panties down, for being so dirty and disobedient. He'll cry and squirm and beg, but it just makes them spank him harder. It's usually enough to make his little boy tits squirt what milk they have.
Gellert is ecstatic. He's having so much fun, and his followers are so much happier now. They can't penetrate any of the pets except for Newt, but they can still regularly go into the pet enclosure to let off some steam. To think this had all started because of Theseus being aggressively protective. He's really gotten more out of the Scamander brothers than he'd bargained for, and he can't wait to see what other excuses they give him to further play with the pets next.
I love the pets being forced to focus on Gellert and his followers instead of each other. As fun as it is for Gellert to watch them molest each other all day, this whole exercise is to remind them what they’re for, and what they’re for is other people’s pleasure. Their fixations aren’t meant for them to enjoy, they’re to make them into lewd little novelties who are eager to be used.
In that, they’re certainly succeeding. It really is all his fault, Newt thinks. He tried to help Theseus be a person again when he knew Gellert wanted him mindless and feral, he pushed Theseus far enough that it took chains and prods to control him, and if he’d just kept his head down none of them would be in the predicaments they are now. He shouldn’t have given Gellert a reason.
It really is nice, though, having his mouth full. Newt can feel himself slipping, he can feel how easy it is to give into the rhythm of being fucked back and forth and the pleasure of being full. Sucking really does feel like an instinct. When Gellert’s followers come for him he finds himself going along eagerly, mouth already open, silently begging for their cocks with his tongue out.
The two men using him right now have worked up a perfect rhythm, filling his throat and his arse with deep, synchronized thrusts that make Newt’s bells ring out loud and clear while his eyes roll back. Newt hadn’t understood it at first, but Gellert was right about the bells. He really does need them to ring like this.
Newt latches on desperately when the man in front of him comes, hollowing out his cheeks to suck and swallow down every last drop. A terrible conflict of feelings runs through him: he’s thrilled to feel the come being pumped down his throat, but he’s crestfallen that it means his spit-roasting will end. He doesn’t get fucked nearly enough, they never seem to visit more than once a day no matter how much he begs and drools for them, and it’s a torment. Even if he was still allowed to suck on the other pets it wouldn’t be the same, nothing compares to having his whole body rocked back and forth while his throat is stretched.
He hates how easily he gave in to this new condition, but it’s getting harder and harder to care.
Theseus doesn’t care at all, his only concern is how hard it is to fuck himself slowly. At first Gellert often has to take his beloved fucking machine away before he gets the idea and manages some self control. Even still, it takes all of his concentration to hold onto the slow, steady, deep rhythm that Gellert demands. He barely notices what’s happening around him, even when the followers come to tease his hard cock.
Different men have different games they like to play. They all get some amusement from twisting his balls, pinching and flicking his thin, sensitive skin, and slapping his bobbing cock around, but many of them are more creative. On one occasion Theseus has to endure a lit match held beneath his balls, close enough that it hurts terribly each time he lowers himself down and makes him hurriedly rise up again before he gets scorched. Another time one of them helps him get off by giving him a handjob, which Theseus is delighted by, except at the last minute he takes his hand away and makes sure to ruin each of Theseus’ orgasms. And one day several of the followers jerk themselves off on Theseus’ needy prick, leaving him with their come dripping down his balls. Plus, there are certainly followers who are not above a good, simple kick to the groin.
Percival’s enormous tits look lovely pressed against the glass, but he hates having to fuck that way. He desperately misses being a cow, but Gellert tells him it’s all because Credence is a better cow than he is. Percival doesn’t understand what he did wrong, he was so happy being held down and nursed from and mooing softly all day, and he’ll do anything to go back to that, so when Gellert tells him that fucking the glass is the only way, he’s determined. Well, as determined as a soft little cow like him can be, anyway. He still sometimes gets distracted by his tits and how they feel against the glass, but a sharp reminder that he’ll never be milky again if he slows down too much keeps him in line.
Credence is definitely not a better cow than Percival. He hates being a cow, in fact. He doesn’t let anyone nurse if he can help it, stubbornly trying to save the milk for himself, and his tiny boy tits are far too small. But he does look absolutely delightful in delicate lingerie and little lacy dresses and skirts. Gellert gets him some pretty nursing bras that cup his tits from beneath while leaving his nipples exposed, and lacy panties and garter belts that give him nice, curvy hips.
The followers take it upon themselves to help ensure he isn’t so greedy with his tits. They slap his hands away whenever they see him trying to milk himself, giving him harsh spanks or sitting him in their laps and milking him themselves while Credence watches all that precious milk run down his abdomen. It makes him cry to see it wasted, even more than the spankings do. He absolutely hates when they point out how pretty he is, complimenting his full lips, flushed cheeks, rosy nipples, and slim waist. But even though it makes him feel humiliated and out of touch with his own body, it also makes him hard. Any time they treat him like a soft, feminine boy he melts for them, and soon enough it’s easier just to go along with it and smile when they coo at him and tease him. After all, at least they do play with his sensitive, needy tits and let him suck milk off their fingers, so it’s not all bad.
As good for them all as this swap has been, after a couple weeks their enchantments naturally start to revert to their usual states. Not everything quite goes back to how it was, though. Percival sees the fewest effects; his milk comes back in and he can happily go back to ignoring his soft cock and mooing for whoever wants to suckle from him, blissfully happy for the attention to his titties.
Theseus is allowed to use his cock again, but now that he’s proven he really can control himself, he has some new rules. He’s only allowed to fuck when Gellert or one of his followers has given him permission, and even then he still has to do it nice and slow or else Gellert has authorized his followers to force him to stop with painful hexes, and he’ll certainly face a punishment from Gellert himself as well.
Credence loses his milk, but he looks so pretty in his lacy lingerie that he still wears it all the time, and he still gets praised for being a pretty little thing. And even though his tits didn’t have time to get much bigger and are no longer swollen with milk, they’re still just a touch softer than they were in the beginning.
To Newt, Gellert presents a choice. Before the enchantments have fully reverted, but once the difference is noticeable, he asks if Newt would like his tongue pierced permanently. He’s been so good these past weeks that Gellert will do it for him, but only if he’s certain it’s what he really wants. He asks this while Newt is desperately sucking his cock, bobbing his head and gulping it down as far as he can in a futile attempt to reclaim the fading pleasure in his mouth. If Newt doesn’t want the piercing that’s completely fine, he can go back to how he was, constantly failing to help anyone and in fact making things worse for everyone. Or, he can beg to have his tongue pierced and continue enjoying his daily spit-roasting, happily bouncing between cocks while his bells ring loud and clear, sucking and drooling on command.
The only trouble is that Newt doesn’t want to stop sucking long enough to answer. He mumbles and gurgles around Gellert’s cock, and Gellert makes him work very hard to be understood, but that in itself makes his answer clear. Of course he wants his tongue pierced. If he weren’t actively sucking Gellert’s cock he might have been able to think clearly enough to resist, but as it is his mind is a haze of pleasure and need and he isn’t really thinking at all. Gellert’s cock completes him; it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, it stretches his throat just right, and he’ll do anything to get it. He can scarcely imagine how he survived so long without it. He can’t stop himself from wanting it, from needing it, even though he knows that if he asks for this he really will lose.
He begs anyway, and once his lovely new piercing is in place he’s both horrified and delighted to find that the compulsion is stronger than ever before.
Thanks for all the asks and answers again, truly excellent. Don’t want to disrupt the flow of the current narrative you’re weaving so there’s no rush to answer this one.
What if the pets are starting to get too used to their current positions- and the familiarity of it is making the enchantments weaker because it’s becoming routine and freeing up space to think?
So Grindelwald decides to change around the piercings and adaptations to confuse the pets.
Maybe Credence can get Percy’s piercings, so that inside of desperately lapping for leftover cum on the ground, he has his own juicy tits to try and nurse from. Maybe he presses himself against the wall and tries to leak all onto his own hands to lap it up and just can’t stop drinking until he starts getting fleshy too. Maybe he’s generous or maybe he’s more selfish and obsessed. Percival would be bereft because he’s been there the longest, depressed, maybe Tina teases or bullies him about it.
With Newt and Theseus- the other opposing pair- Grindelwald could also swap their piercings and changes around because he’s worried Newt is getting too creative with taming or breaking Theseus. Newt is showing maybe too much mental capacity for Grindelwald’s taste compared to the days when he couldn’t even cum and was totally helpless. now he’s planning and aware and adapting to the orders he’s been given when he really should have just followed them. The lack of animalistic urges could risk Newt becoming a threat too, and so maybe Grindelwald decides to go on a whim and utterly disorient him by giving him that same feral mind breaking lust.
Kind, gentle Newt trying to help the other pets…Helping is dangerous. Grindelwald wants to take that away, whether just for a little or for a while, and make sure Newt doesn’t get any ideas about thinking too much. All the things Newt has been doing to Theseus appear to Grindelwald much like being worried about another pet, meaning Newt doesn’t want them to be a pet, and that’s one step from Newt using his internal desire to rescue creatures to cause problems here.
Even if Theseus is trained and mindless and fucking Newt, a small slip in the enchantments again might make them a team. No matter how hard anyone has tried, Theseus still dominates Newt and the other pets eventually. So he has to be small and weak, because just hurting him isn’t enough, he needs changing. Otherwise the helping or dominating both could cause someone feeling forced into considering escape.
But maybe when Theseus gets a taste of Newt’s piercings, the roles reverse. Not sure what exactly Newt would have to do to really get Theseus to stay down and away and as willing as Newt was before, but it might be interesting to prove to the pets that any pleasure they might have got in their piercings could be taken too. That they can all be made to despise one another as well as themselves if they don’t behave. If they do behave then at least they can have this uneasy coexistence. Or maybe they feel savage and relish in the upturned hierarchy while they have the chance, because it’s as close as they’ll get to freedom
[And then, they can revert eventually, and go back to their usual for the story 😆.]
That was a long ask, very sorry . Been enjoying reading all the latest ones very much and had many consecutive thoughts.
All love all these thoughts! Thank you for sharing them, there are so many good ideas. You’re right that Newt is getting concerningly lucid, at least in Gellert’s view. As amusing as it is to watch him desperately try and fail to exert some measure of control over the situation, he really shouldn’t be trying at all. It’s definitely time for Gellert to change things up.
He doesn’t actually re-pierce the pets so, unless he decides to, many of the changes he makes to their enchantments are ultimately temporary, but the pets don’t know that. They just know that one day, everything they’ve adapted to and spent so long coming to grips with starts to shift.
I LOVE Credence being the one to get sensitive, milky nipples. He’s barely gotten to nurse since Theseus decided he shouldn’t be allowed, and he desperately misses the taste of milk. When he wakes up with achy nipples and a tender chest he doesn’t really understand why or what it means, but he feels practically compelled to rub them. That feels good, that helps with the ache, and the more he massages his chest and squeezes his nipples the more he needs it, and the less he thinks about how much he needs his mouth full anymore.
When the first beads of milk wet his fingers it doesn’t even occur to him whether he wants to be transformed like this, he’s just delighted for the chance at milk. Very quickly, however, he realizes something awful - drinking his own milk is almost impossible. His tits aren’t like Percival’s, his chest is still flat. Slightly swollen, perhaps, but not even proper tits, and nothing compared to Percival’s huge, soft breasts. Credence’s mouth simply can’t reach his nipples. He tries all manner of contortions, he tugs and tugs on his nipples and sticks his tongue out as far as he can, but it’s useless. He’ll never reach, and it’s torture. The most he can do is lick drops of milk off his fingers, but it doesn’t compare to drinking from the teat.
The other pets certainly take notice, though. Percival has been making less and less milk these past few days, and the pets were starting to panic, but Credence might be the solution. Even with magical assistance his tits are simply too small to produce as much as Percival does, but that just means he’s even more in demand. He barely has a moment without at least one of them latched onto his teats, and his nipples quickly become raw and chafed from the constant, aggressive suction.
Credence hates it, he doesn’t want to share any of his precious milk, but he’s too small to push them away. His teats are constantly sucked dry, and only at night when the others are all finally sleeping is he able to steal away by himself and lick up whatever milk he can.
One of his most relentless tormentors is Newt. Newt spent so long with constant arousal that was impossible to release, and because that impossibility was certain, he got used to ignoring it. He accepted that nothing he did made any difference, and he was able to push it to the background and leave room for other things. He got very good at that, until his mouth started feeling… empty. Needy. He finds himself constantly circling his lips with his tongue and thinking about how nice it would be to suck on something - how wrong it is that he doesn’t have anything to suck on right now.
He starts with his own fingers, and is surprised to find that actually helps. After so long without the ability to have any effect on his own pleasure and arousal, it’s instantly addicting. Sucking is good, it’s satisfying, his tongue and lips are getting so sensitive and touching them makes the pleasure swell. That, however, is nothing compared to how he feels when he finally sucks on Credence’s little titties. Even though there’s not much to fill his mouth with it feels absolutely incredible. His soft flesh and warm milk are exactly what Newt needs to satisfy his needy mouth, and he’s helpless to stop himself. He’s happy to nurse all day, to let anyone who wants to fuck his mouth and, as a bonus, he can’t talk when his mouth is filled. All that coaxing and planning he tried to do with the others is much, much harder now.
Percival is devastated that all the attention has shifted to Credence. He loves being a soft, milky cow for them all, he loves to take care of them and nurture them and he loves how his huge titties feel when they’re full of milk, but he doesn’t have any of that now. After he took care of them for so long, made each one feel safe and comforted when they arrived, and kept them fed when there was never enough food - after all that, they abandon him as soon as Credence is the one with milk.
Normally he’d simply be sad and bereft, but this time he’s angry. He hasn’t felt anger in so long that he barely recognizes it at first, but it doesn’t take him long to be certain: he wants to show them that he shouldn’t be ignored. Fortunately, he also remembers that he has a cock. He hasn’t used it in a long, long time, but he suddenly finds it stirring, and he knows exactly what to do with it. His cock belongs in pets’ holes.
None of the pets expect it from him. He’s been a passive and nurturing presence for so long that their only concern when he comes up to where they’re all clustered around Credence is to jealously guard their milk. That’s good for Percival, it gives him the perfect opportunity to grab Newt by the hips and line his cock up. He’s out of practice, and his belly is still so huge and heavy that it makes it very difficult to see what he’s doing or find a good position, but fortunately Newt is more concerned with keeping his place on Credence’s nipple than he is with squirming away.
Percival had forgotten how good it could feel to fuck someone. He’d forgotten how good it could feel just to get hard. His cock is still rather small, it doesn’t stretch and fill Newt nearly as much as Theseus’ does, but Percival doesn’t care about that. He loves how Newt squeezes around him, and he loves feeling his big titties bounce and jiggle with each thrust. He doesn’t have a knot, so he can’t make Newt stay on his cock once he comes and softens, but he’s happy to take turns fucking all the pets if one slips away. And he isn’t as rough as Theseus, either - he may be angry right now, and he’s intent on using the pets as the good little holes they are, but he still has his maternal instincts. He wants to take care of them, even if they’ve been naughty and need to be taught a lesson, too.
Theseus finds it more and more difficult to fuck the pets, himself; he’s still plagued by constant arousal, but his cock doesn’t seem to want to get hard. He catches one, and then he can’t do anything about it. He just grinds his hips uselessly against their holes until they manage to slip away, and he’s left even more frustrated than before. He’s even more confused when his neediness seems to be most pronounced in his arse. It takes him along time to figure out what to do - he hasn’t had to reason through something like this in a long time, and he isn’t used to solving problems or coming up with solutions. Eventually, though, he figures it out. It just feels natural. He finds Percival and insists that he be the one to get fucked.
At first he tries pinning Percival down and climbing on top to ride him, catching him and using him just like before, but that’s not quite right. Being full definitely feels better than being empty, but it’s still not what he really needs. Fortunately, Percival’s newfound confidence along with his need to see everyone well taken care of helps him figure out just what Theseus needs. Being fucked feels best when he’s arse up and pushed face down. That way, finally, he manages to come again.
He can’t force anyone to fuck him that way, though. The most he can do is pace and whine and pester them, but if they don’t feel like fucking him they won’t. That loss of control is more distressing to him than the loss of his hard cock. They’re not afraid of him anymore, and if they’re not afraid they won’t do what he wants. He very quickly resorts to giving away food instead of hoarding it, ceasing to bully them at all in the hopes of persuading them to fuck him. It’s clear he’ll never get what he needs if he keeps growling and snapping at them all.
Tina watches all this happen, grateful to be spared from the disorienting, humiliating switch up. She still wants to punish all the pets, she still needs to hurt them. She even gets some pleasure from watching how upset they get as they try to figure out their new roles. Pets deserve to be punished.
A thought occurs to her, and it almost feels like her own thought. She’s a pet. She deserves to be punished. Of course she does, she can’t imagine how she didn’t think of it before. All pets deserve to be punished. Her constant stream of thoughts about all the ways she’d like to abuse the soft flesh of those around her turns on herself. She can’t stop it, she can’t help imagining how good it would feel to be punished how she deserves. Her tits need to be clamped and beaten, her pussy needs to be caned, she needs to be slapped and bound and to bleed just as much as the rest of them.
The other pets don’t want to punish her, not at first. They’re still scared of her, they don’t understand that she’s had a revelation. She begs them for it, but they’re afraid of a trap and preoccupied with their own desperate needs. So she does her best to convince them she really does deserve it. She harasses them, gets in their way, steals food and prods them from sleep just to make them angry at her. She doesn’t want to scare them, she just makes such a nuisance of herself that eventually they won’t take it anymore. Percival is the first one to give her some firm discipline, holding her down and using his cock to teach her manners. It feels incredible, it makes her come over and over, but she doesn’t just need to be raped - she needs to be hurt.
When Gellert finally comes to see the pets in person, the first thing Tina does is fall to her knees at his feet and beg him to punish her. He smiles and tells her that of course she’ll be punished - she deserves it, after all. He doesn’t carry it out himself, though. Instead he asks for volunteers from the other pets. Once they realize he’s serious, that they’ll really be allowed to punish Tina however they want, most of them jump at the chance. She’s tormented them for so long, terrorized and hurt them so much, they’re eager to repay her.
Tina is ecstatic. She still has enough sense to be a little scared, but mostly she’s thrilled and relieved to finally get what she’s been aching for. She lets herself be led off and bound, happy to submit and eager for her punishment. She’s in for a long, agonizing day. The pain doesn’t feel good, no part of it turns to pleasure. It’s excruciating, but it’s also exactly what she needs and each torment still makes her come uncontrollably. Seeing any pet being punished makes her come, even if it’s herself and she’s in absolute agony. In between her sobs and screams she offers up ideas for how to make it hurt even worse.
All the pets learn valuable lessons from Gellert’s little experiment. Any control they think they have is because he allows it, and it can be taken away in a moment. Any companionship they’ve found is because Gellert engineered it. Alliances are meaningless when they can be made to hate each other on a whim, and submitting to his vision for them is inevitable. What they should really be concentrating on is learning to love his control.
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Wow, this got quite long as well, but the role reversals are so much fun! Maybe they should stick around for a bit, in case some of the pets haven’t quite learned… Let me know if it seems like anyone needs another lesson!
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