Mary the Shoggimora - The Masochistic Maid

Mary the Shoggimora – The Masochistic Maid

>I work out of my home, which is awesome. I get to set my own hours, enjoy all of the comforts of home while I work, etc.
>Unfortunately, due to the less than stellar economy, and the bills I have to pay, setting my own hours is more like setting which 4 hours I can sleep every 2 days.
>Living in while being far too busy with work has left my home in a near unlivable state.
>Being stuck in servitude in my own home was maddening, I began to see things in the corner of my eyes that weren't there.
>I would mistake piles of garbage as disturbing creatures beyond my darkest nightmares, the decaying smells of half eaten food packages began to be like the acrid smell of death in my nostrils.
>One evening, my best paying client demanded that the project I was given would have the deadline shorted by a week.
>The stress had caused me to snap, I could literally hear the snapping of my last thread of sanity splitting apart into chaotic spirals twirling infinitely into the abyss.
>The vacuum of my sanity was then rushed in with sounds and visions of unrelenting torrents of maddening whispers that deafened my thoughts.
>The incessant cacophonous flood was mercifully drowned out by my loss of consciousness.
>I wake up in a start, remembering what had happened, terrified that I had fallen asleep after being given a shortened deadline, I don't have time to sleep! I need to wake up and go to back to work!
>I open my eyes, and realize I'm comfortably wrapped in crisp sheets that smelled faintly of lilac, lying in the bed I had neglected in favor of my desk chair. (The sensation of my back not screaming in pain was a jarring experience.)
>Instead of the dingy disheveled dungeon I drudged in daily, I was instead in a crisply clean bedroom, lovingly kissed by the morning sun. It looked like it did when I first moved in!
>What the hell happened? Did I go insane and then on a cleaning spree? Or… has some weirdo broken in?
>I nervously get up out of my bed and grab my pillow menacingly (I like my pillows firm), prepared to drive off the invader from my home.
>As I walk through the hall, the smell of something delicious kisses my nostrils, is that… steak and eggs? I haven't had a breakfast that wasn't cooked with microwaved water in months.
>I slowly drop the weapon of mass comfort as I drift into the kitchen in an almost trance like state, acutely aware that my entire house is now bright and lovingly cleaned, when only last night it was disgustingly filthy and neglected.
>When I pass the kitchen's threshold, I snap out of my hunger hypnosis, spotting my hygienic home hijacker.
>A woman? In a Victorian era maid uniform? A voice like a summer sparrow sweetly humming a cheerful Sunday hymn while tending the seductively sizzling steak and eggs.
>Even from behind, her feminine form exudes almost a maddening aura of grace and poise, her shining black hair bound behind her sways as she bounces along to her tune.
>In my silent stalking of my mysterious interloper, I accidentally stub my toe on one of the kitchen table's chairs. (I was not used to them being positioned at the table where they belonged.)
>My pained yelp draws the attention of this intrusive servant, who turns around with almost unreal grace, as if she had rehearsed this very simple movement like an intricate dance.
>My blood goes cold as I gaze upon the visage of my burgling benefactor.

>This woman, is it even a woman? Her skin while delicate and flawless, is pale purple like death! Her hair, on second look is shining, shimmering as if soaked in a slick ichor. Her uniform gleams with a pearlescent glint that belies the thinness of her uniform, as if it's depth far exceeded the delicate membrane of cotton that shrouded her form.
>Her form… such a gloriously feminine form, with curves that seemed to betray euclidean geometry! A waist, so thin and delicate, that flared out into marvelously motherly hips, and a heaving bountiful bosom that you draw your eyes in with every slight jiggle and bounce that accompanies her every slight movement.
>My sight, thirstily drinking in the sight of this salaciously succulent servant, is floored, by what is closest to the floor.
>What is this abomination?! Where her feet should be is instead an ungodly bubbling writhing mass of ooze, tentacles and appendages growing and shrinking into the disturbing slime with sickening silence.
>My fear is soothed somewhat by a bewitchingly soft voice, "Good morning master, I trust you slept well?"
>Master? I have hired no maid, who are you, and what demon from hell cast you here? What debt is your service inflicting upon my immortal soul?
>The eldritch monstrosity slips a chaste giggle from her shining pouting lips, "Master, did you forget your studies again? Schools today… I am a shoggoth, I was born from the void between the layers of madness formed in your mind. You are not indebted to me, I only wish to serve you endlessly so that I may bring equilibrium to your shattered psyche."
>"Oh so you're like a kikimora then!" I tactlessly blurt, my mind wandering back to mamonoology 101 in middle school.
>A twinge of anger dwarfing the fury of the stars flashes in her eyes before regaining their eerie calm, "No master, I am much…" She swiftly presses up against me, "MUCH more FUN than one of those dusty feathered bitches." She catches her mouth.
>"Master, I am so sorry! Such unladylike behavior and speech is unbecoming of a lowly servant like me. I fully accept the responsibility of your actions and humbly await your punishment, Master." She bows lower than should be possible, but her smile is far too enthusiastic for someone who should be in trouble.
>My phone vibrates in my pocket, my client from last night left a voice mail, I nervously playback the message, politely informing my serendipitous servant that I will be a moment.
>A raging wave of obscenities and yells assaults my ears, causing my face to cringe at the vitriol spilling from my cell's speaker. I glance over at my maid, who even from her bow, manages to give me a gently look of sympathy.
>A beep from my phone marks the end of the voicemail. "I lost my best paying client. How am I going to pay my bills this month? HOW AM I GOING TO EAT! THAT DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT! DOES HE REALIZE HOW MUCH OF MY LIFE I SACRIFICED TO HELP HIM! HOW MUCH OF MY HEALTH I GAVE UP TO PLEASE HIS FAVOR!? WAITING ON HIM HEEL AND FOOT, MY EFFORTS MAKING HIS BUSINESS THE TOP DOG IN THIS CITY! AND THIS IS HOW I'M REPAID!?"
>My rage is beyond the boiling point, my rage has long dissolved the water into steam and reduced the pot into bubbling slag.
>I NEED to vent, I look over to my maid, and swear I could have seen a lecherous grin, but my impaired reason saw it differently.
>"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SMILING YOU SMUG PIECE OF SHIT!?" I roar.
>The shoggoth's eyes go wide, her smile long since recessed into a small quivering pout, "I meant no disrespect master, please accept my apo-" I have no patience for her, " DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK!?"
>An offensive odor reaches my nose, a light plume of smoke is billowing from the stove, the breakfast she was preparing for me has now been reduced to charcoal.
>"YOU USELESS SERVANT, YOU CAN'T EVEN MAKE A SIMPLE FUCKING BREAKFAST WITHOUT FUCKING THAT UP TO!!"
>Through my blinding rage, I can almost notice how a glistening pearlescent tear, similar to her amorphous lower mass, drips in small streams from her eyes, "I-I-I'm sorry Master, I promise I will make it right for you."
>Regaining some of my composure, but my rage no less scathing, in an uncharacteristically authoritative voice, I boom, "No. You won't. You will be punished for your poor performance. You will learn your place."

>I wrack my brain for how to best punish this impudent maid, no doubt this abyssal slut enjoys punishment, since she was so eager to suggest it before. How do I truly discipline her… My mind hatches a devilish script for a most humiliating play.
>"Why did it have to be a shoggoth that came into my humble manor? Everyone knows they are no where near as competent, or loyal, or hard working as a kikimora."
>The shoggoth's graceful visage betrays her, replaced by an annoyed grimmace.
>"OH? What's this, is my delinquent servant showing disrespect to her Master? Oh that simply won't do, but I might overlook today's embarrassing performance if you perform a few… simple tasks."
>Her face brightens just slightly. "You CAN handle a few simple tasks for me, can you not?" The maid nods desperately, "Yes sir, I will do anything for my Master."
>"Excellent. Servant, your form is amorphous, is it not? It can be turned into anything, correct?"
>"Yes sir, anything Master needs or desires, I will change my very body to serve you, Master."
>"Good, your default form displeases me, maid, please change it into something befitting a man of my caliber." Her face begins dripping pearlescent sweat "A-anything you want, just say the word…"
>"A man such as me demands loyalty, faithfulness, undying, unquestioning obedience, that can only be bred through centuries of selective breeding and training such as man's best friend." The maid's normally graceful face is sweating bullets, she remains silent.
>"Change your form to that of a kikimora, servant, I would find that much more appealing than this disgusting shape you call a body."
>The maids eyes water with that shimmering ichor, the room remains silent as she hesitates.
>"TODAY, servant."
>Her form seems to slightly melt as plumed ears and tail sprouts from their appropriate spots on her head and bottom. Her wrists burst with flowing feathers, as her amorphous lower body recedes into the shape of avianesque heels.
>He skin remained it's deathly shade of lavender, and her plumage was black, and shone with a layering of pearlescent and black pitch plumage.
>"Ah, this is much better, you actually look presentable for once, servant."
>Tears stain her cheeks as a slight whimper escapes her lips, "Servant, you simply must see your new appearance, please fetch a mirror, and do not look at your reflection until you are in my presence, I desire to see your reaction." A tendril snakes out from underneath her short cut dress and begins to form into a reflective plane.
>"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I slap the shining appendage onto the ground, where it shatters, before forming into slime and slipping under the maid's new kiki feet. "You are a kikimora now, and will act like one until I say differently, understand?"
>The lovecraftian maid is on the verge of breaking down into tears, but just barely stays strong, "Understood Master…" She leaves to my bedroom to retrieve a hand mirror I kept there.
>She promptly returns and hands me the mirror. I then present her reflection to her, "There, look at how much more beautiful you are now!" Tears once against fell as she bit her bottom lip in an ill attempt to stop her frown. "Oh, dear sweet servant, don't cry, you're actually pleasing your master for once in your pitiful life." I say sweetly as I stroke her cheek tenderly.
>I check the time and recall that the mail man will be coming soon. "Ah, another opportunity to prove to me that you aren't… completely useless to me is approaching, servant, the mail will be arriving soon and I will need you to retrieve it as soon as it gets her."
>Her eyes light up, "I will not fail you sir!" She swiftly heads for the door-
>"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?"

>"B-but sir, I only went to do as you tol-"
>"I did not tell you you were free to go yet, servant… but I will go easy on you as your enthusiasm pleases me."
>A sweet smile spreads on her lips
>"You are a kikimora yes, but you are a mutt, an impure breed, closer to a kobold really, but I like to find beauty in imperfect things…" I glance in her direction to make my point, her smile sours slightly at my glance. "As such I cannot trust your faculties enough to have you running outside freely." I retrieve a leash and collar from when I owned a dog long ago, I hadn't had the heart to adopt another pet since, but it seems fate dropped one upon you anyways.
>"When you are outside, you must be accompanied by me, attached by a lead in my hands at ALL times. This neighborhood has leash laws you know, and I do not intend to break them." Absolute despair fills her eyes despite her pathetic smile.
>I attach the leash onto my servant, before opening the door and greeting the morning sun in full. I walk with purpose to the mailbox, but the sluggish shoggoth is lagging behind! I give a firm yank on the leash, the force staggering the maid closer to me. "HEEL, girl, when you are walking with me, you must always walk no further than 2 feet away from my side, is that clear?"
>"Y-yes master."
>"Good girl." I give her head an affectionate pet, the shoggoth reflexively moving her head into my palm.
>I peek into the steel mailbox, to find it's still empty. "It seems we are a bit early, no matter, it is a beautiful morning, we shall enjoy it until the mailman arrives!"
>Minutes pass, as random neighbors pass by on the sidewalk, all either staring at or attempting to avoid staring at the subservient kikishoggoth, each reaction turning her cheeks a brighter shade of shameful crimson.
>Finally the mail truck approaches from the distance, the kikishoggoth silently sighs in relief that her embarrassing ordeal is almost over. "You know, I always found it adorable how kobolds bark at the mailman." I say casually, but my intent clear.
>She hesitates, I shoot her a quick glare.
>"-w-wa-"
>I clear my throat
>"-w–wan—-wan"
>"I could have sworn I heard something!" An annoyed tone in my voice.
>"w-WAN! WAN WAN!! WAN WAN WAN! WAN WAN!
>The mail man approaches, and stifles laughter as he stares at the kikishoggoth at the end of my leash, a poor imitation of a canine from her lips. He hands me my mail, which I thank him for as I wave goodbye as he drives away, boisterous laughter booming from the truck.
>As we walk back inside, I see my servants face is a bright crimson, tears streaming from her eyes. But her face frozen in wide smile.
>I unleash her, but keep the collar on, I should name her and get a tag later. "Good girl, servant, you were a very good girl." I sweetly praise her as I gently stroke her hair.

>A spattering noise pierces the silence between my words.
>I slowly look down, tracing the source to be between the shoggoth's kikimora feet.
>A clear, slightly pearl liquid is slowly dripping onto the floor, I follow the drops to see them coming from underneath my servants short maid dress.
>A lecherous smile cracks my face menacingly, my act slipping just slightly. "Oh my god, you really are a hopelessly submissive slut." I can't help but laugh at this pathetic creature, each laugh quickening the tears' flowing, he face bright red with embarrassment.
>"Disgusting, look at mess you've made on the floor!"
>She begins to break down into tears, "I'm sorry I- I- disappointed you Master!" Her sweet voice quivering with sorrow. She holds her arms down in front of her and bow, her obscene cleavage being pressed together and spilling out of her dress.
>"You made a mess like a dog, you will clean it up like a dog." I point to the puddle of femspunk on the floor, "On your knees."
>Before she can move, I boom, "NOW!!!"
>She lowers onto her knees, facing the puddle. "Now bend over, and lick my floor, that you defiled with your filthy fluids, until it is spotless." She promptly bends over. and begins to voraciously lap up her femcum.
>As she does, he ebon feathered tail gingerly lifts up her dress, completely exposing her bare backside and glistening pussy. I chuckle softly, "You really are nothing more than a filthy bitch in heat, this form is truly fitting for you." At my words, her womanhood quivers and more sticky fluid spurts out onto the floor.
>"You cannot even do the simplest task I ask of you!" she flinches, but continues licking the floor, "You cannot even clean the floor, a task so simple a dog could do it, and you STILL disappoint me!." I unzip my pants, and stroke my dick to hardness as I watch her bare, full womanly bottom jiggle at each lap of her tongue.
>"It seems I will have to reassure my dominance in a way even a dog such as you can understand."
>I arrange the tip of my shaft to her glistening lips, before grabbing at her tail and pulling on it, impaling her roughly. The shoggoth lets out a pained moan, he head jerking up, away from her task.
>"DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP CLEANING!?" I slam her face back into the tile, her cheek smearing into the spunk on the floor. Her pussy tightened strongly onto my dick. I slowly pound my frustrations into her, steadily picking up in pace as minutes pass. Each thrust rubbing the shoggoth's face into the floor.
>Her pained moans give way into pleasured gasps, muffled by the floor. The swaying from the rut causing her large plump hanging breasts to swing back and forth, her nipples hard enough to poke through the "fabric" of her uniform, and gently drag on the ground.
>I can feel myself reaching my climax, I lean my head down to the shoggoths kikimora ears, and whisper, "Have you learned your lesson?"
>"YES MASTER!!" She manages to shout between her tortured moans.
>"Do you have anything else you have to say for yourself?"
>"Y-YES MASTER! I- ! DO!!"
>"What is it, servant?"
>"I-I LOVE YOU MASTER!"
>My heart skips a beat, this took me by surprise.
>"M-MASTER P-PLEASE, I D-DON'T WISH T-TO TALK OOOOUUT Of T-TURN BUT I-I'M A-ABOUT TO…"
>"You may cum, servant."
>Her pussy clenches like a vice, painfully wringing my dick, a melodious moan from her lips with each pulse, each throb that follows weaker than the last, until one last desperate clench breaks my resolve and causes me to ejaculate violently into her pussy.
>The sudden spurt of cum elicits a gasp and a desperately higher pitched moan, the shoggoths body being wracked with another mind shattering orgasm, repeating the whole ordeal with increased fervor.
>I pull her face up from the floor, and prop her up into my lap, letting her drape over my shoulders.
>The back of my mind burns with regret for my bestial and unseemly tantrum, but the shoggoth gently buries her head into the crook of my neck, "Thank you Master, I love you. I'm sorry for my disobedience."
>"It's okay miss, you are forgiven. Perhaps my temper was too quick. Regardless I think you deserve a proper name. Uh, do you have one?"
>Several disturbing mouths appear all over her body and sing a disconcerting chorus of gutteral clicks and sounds that echo into my bones, before they disappear and the shoggoth looking at me with the same sweet smile she had when we met.
>"Uh, how about Mary?"
>"That is a wonderful name, thank you Master."
>"Just call me Anon, Mary." I smile sincerely.
>"I understand, Master Anon."
>"…Close enough."

>After that raging blur of humiliation and sex, my life has taken a turn for the better.
>Work has been so much easier without the filth that infested my home creeping into the corners of my eyes, Mary sees to it that my home is perfectly spotless all the time.
>Ever since that day, her otherworldly grace has been enhanced with a cheerful spring in her step. The sight of the abyssal abomination flitting about and skipping around the house while tending the chores was indeed an odd, if not heartwarming sight.
>Mary suggested that I was vastly undercharging for my work, which was why I was working so hard and struggling to make ends meet. At first I thought she was simply being nice, but after giving a whirlwind of information about the current socioeconomic climate and other factors and dizzying logic that made my head spin, convinced me otherwise.
>With her in my life, my confidence skyrocketed, meetings which were always a coin toss of success for me, became frighteningly easy to dominate. Whenever I was at a loss for words, It was almost as if a gentle whisper inspired me to say just the right thing.
>I told Mary that she could return to her shoggoth form, but oddly she requested she keep her appearance kiki like to remind her of her place. I didn't feel like arguing at that point and let her, since it looked good with the red leather collar I gave her.
>My increased income meant I could actually afford to take on less clients, and have actual free time! A feeling of freedom and liberation washes over me!
>At Mary's suggestion, I began using my free time getting back in shape.
>Years of living in, doing nothing but work has left me somewhat frail and pudgy.
>But Mary assures me that she will take care of my diet, and points me to a gym nearby.
>It's awkward at first, so many oni, ogres, orcs and other intimidating mamono frequent the gym at all hours, and after a few months of fumbling around on all of the machines, I have to admit I have no idea what I'm doing.
>While the physical exertion certainly kept stress at bay, I realized I wasn't really improving at all.
>Swallowing my fear, I approach a pair of older looking oni, one red, one blue, who are both having a conversation and laughing, and ask them for help.
>They both stop and look at each other with a blank expression. Before I can speak again the taller red oni thrusts her face to mine and stares me in the eyes before sniffing me.
>She stops and considers my scent before shaking her head and recoiling… is that fear in her eyes?
>"You smell… wrong… but you've got guts walking up to me like you own the place, new meat, you're alright!" A friendly grin spreads between her ears. "Talk with my friend Wilma here, she's good with all the "learning" shit, I just lift stuff."
>Here blue friend, apparently named Edna, has a much calmer demeanor than her friend, "Don't worry about her, that's just her way of showing she cares. We've noticed you before, and you seem a lot more dedicated than most people who come here, we'll be glad to help. Now the absolute most important thing to remember…"
>Wilma talked a mile a minute, over all the practical and theoretical basics of fitness and health. A few minutes in, I began to regret not bringing a notebook, but become relieved when she says that she's here pretty much all the time, so if I ever need help or a spot, to ask her or her red friend, Edna.

>Due to the blue oni talking for so long, the only thing that got a work out was my ears, but regardless, I drive home with a smile, knowing that my path to fitness is much clearer now.
>I pull into my driveway and notice something in the full trashcans out front. I step out of the car and notice that my heirloom cast iron skillet is in the trash, along with the cheap silverware I owned, but that was just from Nuki*Mart so it didn't bother me that much.
>I stomp into my home, and up to my shoggoth servant, who is currently cooking dinner. "Mary, can you tell me what this is?"
>She turns to face me and I notice the pan she is using is a pearlescent black, much unlike any metal I've ever seen. "I am simply using a superior tool, Master Anon."
>"Mary, this pan has been passed from my mother's side of the family for generations!" It was normally given to the oldest daughter, but I was an only child. "It's very precious to me!"
>"I meant no disrespect to your lineage, Master Anon, but it is simply an outdated and inferior tool, I merely replaced it with something better." She states with a matter of fact expression.
>No, this is going too far, she has forgotten herself. I tromp back outside and grab the silverware and other utensils she had thrown out. It's bad enough THROWING AWAY my cast iron skillet, but TRASH TALKING IT TOO!?
>"You have been getting too big for your britches, servant." I knit my brow, "You know what is coming do you not."
>A smile that was impossibly as nervous as it was lecherous spreads across her face, her hands down in front of her as she bowed, her lavender breasts threatening to spill out of her low cut dress. "I understand, Master Anon."
>My face is stern, my voice calm, but still exuding anger, "First, of all, until further notice, you are only to use MY utensils and tools. I FORBID YOU from using tools made from you body without my EXPLICIT permission." Mary's irises dilate, filled with dread from sensory pleasures I was to deprive of her.
>"B-b-but Maste-"
>"I AM NOT FINISHED SPEAKING! SERVANT" I interrupt, spitting the last word out with contempt, my temper rising in a way it has not in months.
>I take a breath, and regain my composure, "Since you have been an exceptionally well behaved servant these past months, and I am a very patient man, your more immediate punishment will be kept light this time."
>The shoggoth's kikimora facade betrayed her demure expression, her "feathery" tail wagging wildly, lifting her skirt. A quick glare tempers her enthusiasm.
>I motion her over to the couch, "Because your petty jealousy over an inanimate object was childish behavior at best, you will get a child's punishment. Bend over the armrest of the couch, and do no move, I will be right back." She promptly does so, her tail lifting her dress, shamelessly presenting the delectably plump, bare, purple rear underneath.
>I make my way to my bedroom, and grab my leather belt off the dresser, and promptly return, and for a split second, see Mary's tail wagging wildly before quickly freezing at the sound of my footsteps.
>Looping the leather strap once over, I wield the buckled end in my hand, the loop in the other, and quickly pull the band taut, a sharp snap echoing in the living room, causing Mary to jump.

>"Now, for every utensil I had to retrieve from the trash because of you, you will get one lash across your backside." At my words, her entire body shivers in anticipation.
>I take my free hand and gently rub the servants back side, enjoying it's delicious curves and impossible firmness, before reeling my other hand back and laying the leather strap down onto her cheeks. An ear splitting crack sounds, followed by a pained moan. "One, see that's not so bad, is it?" I say sweetly, "Only 119 more to go."
>I waste no time proceeding with the punishment, each strike is rewarded with a tortured, sexual moan, or pained gasp, or pleasured squeal. The lewd vocalization was doing it's best to stir a rise in my pants, and quickly succeeding.
>I pull off my workout pants and boxers freeing my burden, before promptly sliding it into the reddened glistening lips between her punished buns.
>Mary lets out a surprised gasp at the sudden insertion, "Do not think this marks the end of your punishment, pet. You are still indebted 63 more lashes." I bury my cock to the hilt, the tip pressing up against her cervix.
>Her tail once more begins wagging, excited by the new sensations, I firmly grasp it with my left hand to stop it's incessant tickling of my nose and yank it up hard painfully lifting the servant's rear to an angle for more pleasurable stimulation.
>My cock now planted in her pussy in a position I found pleasing, I begin to resume striking her cheeks with my free right hand.
>Her harmonious moans intensified as all evidence of lucidity left her face to melt into the couch cushion. Her mouth hung open as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
>With only 10 strikes to go, my forceful flagellation proved too much for me, as the violent quakes of my strikes cause me to reach my climax. Not wanting to reward her, I quickly pull out and spill my seed onto the floor.
>Despite her previously slack jawed expression, her face quickly becomes lucid as it snaps to look behind her and see what had happened. A tear rolling down her cheek as she watches me finish.
>"You look upset, but you have no right to be. This was a punishment, not a reward." I say sternly. "You will be rewarded when you prove to me you deserve it."
>"Y-yes, Master Anon." she says dejectedly.
>Now clean up this mess and put the utensils back where they belong." I stop and look at the puddle I had made on the carpet. "And clean up this mess." I pause and think for a moment. "Go to the store and rent a carpet cleaner, remember your other punishment still stand."
>"I-I-I u-understand Master…"
>As I walk into the shower to clean off after my work out, I hear a quiet sobbing from the kitchen.

>A few days passed since the incident, and Mary had made sure to follow my restrictions since then. She used one of my pans to cook, and gave me my own utensils to use to eat. But she avoided the cast iron skillet as if it were burning hot.
>Thing's were otherwise normal, but I could have sworn that when I saw Mary in the corner of my eye, she looked… half melted? Until I moved my eyes to see her clearly, only to find her form completely normal.
>Though her attire certainly seemed more, formal than usual. Her usually low cut top seemed more conservative by the day, and her dress grew longer until I could barely see her ankles.
>I began to feel bad, I didn't used to be this quick to anger before. But it was too tempting to have such a willing punching bag at your beck and call. And she seemed to like it didn't she?
>Maybe I should let her know I still care.
>I walk into the laundry room, where I see Mary folding clothes. The washer and drier are both running, their loud whirring drowning out all ambient sounds, and she was absorbed in folding clothes, allowing me to walk by unnoticed.
>I look at her face and feel a wrench in my gut. Her "feathers" are disheveled and molting (before splashing into goo on the floor and returning to her body), and her eyes are baggy with tear stains down her cheek. She does her work dutifully, but with none of the cheer or happy humming she did before.
>I walk beside her and place my hand on her shoulder.
>She recoils, a look of shock on her face, with lightning quickness she slaps me hard across the face.
>Half of my face is stinging a tear reflexively falls from my eye.
>She looks at me with contempt, before her face falls to the brink of tears at the realization at what she had done.
>I look at her blankly, before looking down, away from her face.
>Without saying a word I walk away, going into my office and locking the door.
>I sit at my desk, and drown myself in my work, allowing all of my senses to focus on the task at hand.
>I can almost hear her knocking at the door, begging for my forgiveness.

>I slept in my office that night, at least I tried to. Her tortured sobs and wails pierced into my hear the whole night, but I couldn't leave. I didn't want to face her.
>This wasn't fun for me, it wasn't fun for her, I couldn't face it.
>But I had to, I couldn't stay in here forever.
>But I didn't know what to do. I needed help. Mary needed to be punished for this, but was I going too far? Or was she? Do I need to stand my ground? Would giving in do more harm than good? Sometimes things felt simpler when I was a meek loner.
>I get a message on Mimicbook. Seems it's from one of my best friends from college. Apparently she was in town and wanted to hang out.
>That's it! She can help me! If anyone can help me with a submissive shoggoth it was her!
>I message her that her timing is actually perfect, I needed her expertise on my current predicament. I give her the gist of the situation, and she responds saying helping me out sounds way more fun than getting drunk at a Red Cancer's.
>We exchange phone numbers, before I call her up and give her all the details. She tells me she'll be there as soon as she can.
>My little phone call finished, I finally get up and leave my chair, my entire body feels like its full of cobwebs.
>I open the office door and step out into the hall, it's about mid afternoon according to the clock on the wall. I look down and see Mary sitting against the wall. She looked even worse than yesterday, her "clothes" were soaked through with her inky ichor tears.
>I keep a stiff upper lip. "Mary, what has happened the last few days is unforgivable. I have failed you as your Master."
>Mary desperately interrupts me, "MASTER NO! IT'S ALL MY FAULT I'M SO SORRY PLE-" I stop her with my upturned hand.
>"I have prepared a special punishment, it will be the first and last time punishment will be this severe, do you understand?"
>"M-Master Anon, please…"
>Her pleading is interrupted with the sound of the doorbell.
>She prepares to go answer it when I stop her, "You will go to the living room and wait for your punishment."
>I answer the door and see a short, plain looking, little kikimora standing at the door a wide friendly grin on her face. "ANON!" She gives me a big friendly hug, her head low enough to press into my stomach. "I haven't seen you in too long! It's nice to see you again!"
>The teeny kikimora is about 4'5" tall, and while she's modest in the bust, her hips flare out into a womanly pair of thick, feminine legs, that while obviously strong, are covered with a thin layer of fat that makes them look soft and smooth.
>"Hey Kimmy, it's nice to see you too." I see Kimmy look behind me, I turn my head to see she's looking at Mary, poking her head from behind the corner to the hallway, her eyes wide with fear. "So uh… that your… problem maid?
>"My only maid, though if she keeps this up and doesn't wait in the living room like I told her…" I hear a scampering behind me as Mary runs back into the living room.
>Kimmy hefts a large dufflebag up, "Hey champ, mind carrying this inside, preferably to your bathroom."
>"Sure thing Kim."
>Holy shit, did she bring bricks in this thing?!
>I strain to heft it into the bathroom, "Thank's that things tough for a shorty like me to carry so far." She steps into the bathroom and start closing the door, "I'll be right out champ."

>A few minutes pass, and Kimmy opens the door. Her simple t-shirt and shorts were replaced with a slick shiny latex and leather maid's uniform.
>"Well?" She asks expectantly.
>I stifle a laugh, "Certainly looks… expensive… but I told you how I felt about latex, it looks silly to me, and I'm allergic, sorry."
>She laughs warmly, "I know, I just got it and wanted to show it off, I brought something you'll like better though." She slips back into the bathroom and shuts the door.
>Minutes pass again and she comes back out. She's now wearing a beautifully crisply ironed uniform, from what looks like genuine arachnae silk. The frills that decorate the edges look meticulously hand weaved. "Well?"
>"You look perfect." I smile at her, "Are you ready?"
>"Of course, lets have some fun already!"
>I walk into the living room, to find Mary in an upright fetal position on the couch. Tears streaming down her cheeks, her muted sobs barely audible.
>"Mary, this is for your own good, but I've brought someone who can better train you to be a maid worthy of your Master." The shoggoth maid looks at me, all hope drained from her face.
>Like a switch went off, Kimmy walks in front of Mary with authority, and stands facing her, before pulling a riding crop from under her dress, and holding it with both hands in front of her. "You must be, Mary, from this day forward, I am the headmistress of this household. I will keep you in line, and teach you how to be a proper maid. And while Master Anon's word is law to us here, MY WORD is law to YOU. Do you understand?"
>Mary slowly turns her head at me, and I respond with a nod. She hangs her head in shame. "Yes ma'am…"
>"THAT'S 'YES HEADMISTRESS'" A loud crack of her riding crop against the coffee table wakes Mary up from her sorrowful expression. "Y-Yes Headmistress."
>"Very good." A smug authoritative expression on her face, "Now, we will begin training, follow me to the kitchen. Master Anon, you are free to do as your wish, when I require your assistance I shall call for you."
>I sit on the couch as Kimmy walks Mary into the kitchen and begins drilling the basics of servitude into Mary, I remember how I came to know the spunky kikimora.
>It was in college, It was my first year, and I tended to keep to myself. but she simply insisted I go out an about and do things with her. She was pretty rambunctious and got into fights a lot. Though many would say her unorthodox method of fighting was why she won and got into fight so often,
>Whenever someone threw a punch or kick at her, she would simply not move, she wouldn't dodge, or flinch. But when it stuck her body, she would let out the lewdest moan, before her face would contort into lecherous rage and fly into a flurry of punches and scratches with her sharp claws, moaning every time her own blows struck her opponent as well.
>Despite being so frightening, she was actually very nice. Despite her friendliness towards me, and… perverted nature, nothing ever happened beyond friendship. Said I was too pure and it would be a shame to ruin that.
>She also said I was too uptight too, and if I didn't loosen up, I would corrupt myself. Always thought she just got knocked on the head too hard from too many brawls, but these last few days, it started to make a bit of sense.
>My reminiscing was interrupted by a crashing of dishes, followed by a tirade from the shortstack sadist. "YOU USELESS LUMPY SQUID!! WHAT KIND OF MAID CAN'T EVEN BALANCE A SAUCER OF DISHES!!!!" Loud cracks of leather could be heard echoing throughout the house.
>"What the hell is going on in there Kimmy!?" I yell
>She quickly calms down, but a hint of anger still in her voice, "Nothing Master Anon! Just a clumsy maid being CLUMSY." Her canine teeth gritting at the end. Mary is on her knees, in a panic, picking up the broken shards of my old teapot.
>"I told Mary to bring you a pot of tea to enjoy, but…" She raises her heeled shoe and beings stomping on Mary's back with the sharp stiletto tip, "But. She. Can't. Even. DO. THAT. RIGHT!" Her foot flattens Mary to the ground, tears falling from her face as she drops the ceramic shards.
>"Kimmy, you're taking this a bit overboard."
>Her fact snaps towards me, a manic grimace burns into my vision, "ExCUSE ME!?"
>I flinch slightly at the dwarf dog's anger, but steel my resolve, "You heard me, you are far too out of line. No one can work when being hounded like that, Apologize to her."
>Something in Kimmy snaps, "YOU HAVE THE GALL TO QUESTION MY ABILITY AS HEADMISTRESS!?" the kikimora has become completely irrational, shes taking our game way too far.

>Kimmy resume barking in my face, flecks of spittle flying, "IT LOOKS LIKE MASTER ANON NEEDS HIS ASS STRAIGHTENED OUT SO HE LEARNS HIS PLACE." I can hear Mary sobbing as Kimmy's sharp heel digs into her back.
>What the hell is wrong with her!? Regardless, being yelled at and threatened in my own home drives me over the edge, I reel back and bring my hand against her cheek.
>A crack silences the entire house.
>Mary has stopped crying and is staring at me, Kimmy looks into my eyes, dumbstruck, she slowly brings a hand to her face, and feels blood oozing from the small split the blow formed on her cheek, before quietly speaking, "How…" rage filling her face, "DARE Y-"I don't let her finish, I grab her by both ears and throw her onto the floor, the short plumed maid landing onto the carpet with a thud.
>"No Kimmy, how dare YOU?" My voice regaining its authority, "This is MY HOUSEHOLD, I asked you to TRAIN my maid, not abuse her! Only I can do that!
>I press my foot down onto Kimmy's abdomen, pinning her down before she regains her bearings, "I think you need a little discipline yourself Kimmy."
>I beckon Mary to me, "Mary. Strip down."
>She looks at me confused before I glare at her, at which she stands at attention and melts her "clothes" into her body, her sensually curvy form exposed to the air.
>My foot still on the kikimoras stomach, I point at her face, "Mary, sit here. Now." Kimmy's eye's widen, seems she came to just in time to hear that.
>"WHAT THE F-Mghghghmmgmmff!!" Her words are muffled as the shoggymora maid plants her firm generous backside on the kikimora's face. Mary's face goes slack at the stimulation the livid headmistresses' ranting was causing.
>I snap Mary back to reality, "Mary, I need a vibrator." Mary pinches her soft stomach and pulls out a small nub from her body, a thin strand attaching it to it's origin. She hands the nub to me, it feels warm and a bit sticky.
>I lift Kimmy's dress and slip the vibrator under her panties and into her womanhood's fold, feeling around for her clit and placing the nub there. I twist Mary's nipple, slightly hardened from being exposed to the cool air, and hear a muffled buzzing from Kimmy's crotch.
>Kimmy's back arches from the sudden stimulation and lets a muffled groan into Mary's backside, I lower my head to Kimmy's ass buried face, "Now Kimmy, I want my maids to play nice, so make it up to Mary by kissing her ass."
>She begins to scream in incoherent rage, only serving to inadvertently rim Mary more, who's jaw hung slack. I twist Mary's nipple harder, the buzzing of the vibrator intensifies. Not entirely sure but I don't think Kimmy is complaining anymore.
>I walk over to Mary, "Mary, I'm sorry about how badly Kimmy treated you, I hope this makes up for it." I kiss her lip gently, the shoggoth gently wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close into her.
>I gently lay her down, over the prostrate kikimora, while Mary's ass still sat on her face. I wonder briefly if Kimmy will be alright, but shrug it off. She's a tough girl, she'll be fine.
>I unzip my pants and pull of my manhood, alright erect from the sight before me. Mary gives me a demure, loving smile, her face glowing pink. I grab both of Mary's hands and kiss her again, penetrating her while our lips interlocked. We make love like this, all on top of a squirming kikimora.

>As we continued to make love, I could feel Mary form and desperately wrap around my back, as if she would lose me forever if I let go.
>I came to realize that maybe she cared about me more than just servant, I felt a small tear roll down my cheek, which she caught with a tendril.
>I looked into her eyes, her smile quivering as she began to cry as well. I attempted to wipe them away, but she refused to let go of my hands.
>Emotions swept up within me, lost in this moment with my maid… no not my maid, but my-
>A plumed hand starts desperately slapping at me with a lack of strength behind it. I look down annoyed and see Kimmy is flailing in a way that doesn't seem particularly wracked with pleasure. Did the vibrator fall out?
>Irked that our beautiful moment was interrupted, I give Mary a gentle, "Mary, would you please stand up, I believe Kimmy can't breathe, perhaps you shifted and cut off her hair flow?"
>Mary's face goes crimson and quickly stands up, bowing to me, "Oh! I'm deeply sorry sir!"
>"No problem, Mary, don't worry." I look over at Kimmy, lying prostrate on the floor, he jaw slack, tongue lying out the corner, her eyes so far back it looks like she's possessed, her body twitching as the steady buzz filling the air registers in my brain.
>"D-D-Di p-p-pleas A-A-Anoo-ooon I-I-I n-n-need your d-d-DICK, t-t-too m-m-MUCH t-t-tEASING!!" It seems the short stack servant with the ego problem can't get off without penetration. But she doesn't deserve that, no not after that tantrum. I hatch an idea.
>I walk over and sit on the couch, "Mary, please pick Kimmy up and kneel her in front of me, stand by to hold her steady if need be."
>Mary complies, tendrils shooting out from under her feet and propping Kimmy up on her knees, which hold the swaying drooling Kikimora still.
>"Kimmy, not only did you abuse my servant, and disobey your Master, but you also just now interrupted a beautiful moment between me and my main maid." I look up at Mary, who's eyes brighten up.
>Kimmy attempts to thrust her face towards my crotch, I lift up my foot and place it on her forehead, pressing her back to her default position. "Uh uh uuh, no you don't, you're not getting my dick at all after that miserable display of servitude earlier."
>She looks up at me, a desperate need in her eyes, as she lets out a pathetic whine.

>I motion Mary over to my left side, lifting her thick shapely leg behind my back, and positioning her other leg down by mine, allowing her to gently lean on to the arm rest of the couch.
>I lean over and reach around, grabbing Kimmy by the scruff of her neck, and drape her torso over my lap, placing her face close to Mary's glistening crotch. "Now I want you to apologize to Mary." I state, before cramming her face into Mary's pussy, holding it there until Kimmy's hesitent ministrations grow in a passionate further.
>I make sure to grind my throbbing hard cock into Kimmy's flat chest to let her know what she's missing out on because of her behavior, earning a muffled moan of disappointment, in turn making Mary moan from the vibrations exchanged between their lips. I firmly grasp Kimmy's tail and yank it up, in turn lifting up her dress.
>Gingerly rubbing her large and surprisingly toned ass, I start my task of smacking her cheeks with as much force as I can muster. Each strike causing a chain of moans between the two maids.
>I continue this until the kikimoras bottom is a deep crimson, my hand wet from the spattering juices now flowing from her womanhood, Kimmy practically whimpering into Mary's folds.
>Satisfied with my work on her rump, I toss Kimmy off and onto the floor, who moans in disappointment, slime slinging from her lips. I gently motion Mary to straddle my lap, facing away from me. I tenderly grasp her by the waist, and give her neck a gentle kiss earning a sweet hum from Mary, before pulling her down onto my manhood.
>As Mary slowly pumps away, her face slowly showing her mind's retreat from this world, I beckon Kimmy over with my finger and point at Mary's crotch before reach around either side of her and softly parting her lips to reveal her clit. Kimmy desperately eager to please, crawls over and begin's making out with Mary's buzzer, giving passionate moans between kisses.
>As Mary quickens her jackhammering, I hear the large breasts slapping onto her torso, I reach around and grasp them firmly to keep them still. I gently rub and massage the soft orbs, slowly working my way to the center.
>My fingers reach her nipples, which I gingerly tweak and rub, making the shoggymora's voice increase in pitch and volume. My ears are then pervaded by a louder buzzing. The vibrator is still on Kimmy's clit! I forgot!
>At my realization, I can hear a muffled scream in Mary's crotch, and see a small spurt from behind Kimmy. Mary in turn lets out an enraptured yell and she plants herself down to my root, her pussy quivering and milking me for all it's worth.
>I too give up and let myself cum deep inside Mary's pussy, who let's out a shuddering sigh as he hands hold onto her cheeks hiding her wide wavering smile.
>"Y-You came first… you bitch." I spit, my last ounce of effort used to swing my foot on top of Kimmy's shoulder, and pressing her down onto the floor. Her impact with the carpet squeezing one last drip from her pussy.

>I woke up a the next morning to Mary letting out a sleepy pleasured moan, her harms arms entwined in mine, holding the back of my hands, which were pressing into her sizable breasts, flesh oozing between my fingers.It seems she had held them against herself while we slept.
>I felt my morning wood surrounded by slick squeezing flesh, my morning wood trooping on inside of her pussy. Probably why she inadvertently woke me up.
>Still groggy, I faintly hear Kimmy hum contently. I glance down and see both my feet on top of her, but she had adjusted herself so she lie on her back, my soles gently rubbing her toned tummy with each shift of my body. Wait, since when did she take her uniform off? Whatever, I'm too tired to think.
>Feeling content, I sit here like this enjoying the comfort of being between two lovely servants-
>My stomach rumbles.
>Dammit. At the sound both girls open their eyes slowly and look over at me. I then become vaguely aware of how much sweat and residue encrusted my body. I take a whiff and recoil internally at the strong smell of sex and general sweaty body odor.
>Mary gently turns her head towards mine and kisses me chastely on the lips, Kimmy shimmies up from under my feet and motions up to my side and hangs her arms around me and Mary, "Good morning Master, what would you have us do this day?" She coos dreamily.
>"First…" I'm still waking up, blinking the crust from my eyes, "Let's wash off, then have some breakfast."
>I plod off to my bathroom and and turn the shower on, letting the water warm up. I then feel the presence of both maids behind me, I turn to confirm that they are in fact behind me. Both with a demure smile on their lips, their eyes lidded just slightly, their cheeks glowing pink.
>I step in, followed by both maids. It's a bit cramped. But we we make do. Kimmy grabs a bath pouf from the shower rack, while Mary forms one out of her hand. They both later them up with soap before taking on side of my and slowly scrubbing and caressing my body, covering it in suds.
>Actually feels like they're doing more caressing than cleaning, but I'm not about to argue. Their free hands feel every inch of me, while they gently kiss and lick on areas not covered in soap.
>The stimulation is too much and and my soldier stands at attention, droplets of water striking the length. Both maids waste no time in making sure my crotch is clean, they both scrub my scrotum with their lathered hands, while attempting to make out with my shaft getting in the way.
>I feel passion well up within me, my heart rate quickly increasing until I reach my limit. I jerk Mary up and pin her against the corner of the shower, leg lifted and propped up against my chest. I quickly jackhammer into her slippery folds, her labored gasps drowned out by the falling water.
>Kimmy crosses her legs, while biting her finger as she enjoys the show. She hesitantly slides her fingers between her thighs before her chorus joins Mary's symphony.
>Eventually we finish, sooner than we like. Unfortunately the hot water had run out and it's near impossible for our passions to stay inflamed when it's quenched by the icy water.
>I get dressed while Mary forms her body into a clothes appearance, Kimmy walks off to grab her Maid uniform from the living room."
>I kiss Mary on the cheek and teasingly slap her butt, drawing a short gasp from her lips, as she happily sashays off to help Kimmy with the breakfast.

>Feeling fresh and ready for the day, I walk out of my bed room and into my kitchen. Both maids are happily working together to prepare breakfast.
>As I plop down onto the table an onyx plumed hand gingerly places my favorite mug with hot coffee in it. I take a sip to find it's perfectly sweetened and creamed to my tastes.
>I sit up and walk over to Mary as she fries eggs and bacon on my skillet, I gently place my hand on her shoulder, earning her attention. I move my lips to hear black feathery "ear", "You've done a good job pet, I feel you've deserve to have your privileges returned." Her eyes sparkle like they were full of stars.
>I press and hand into her chest as she looks at me with excited confusion. I slowly sink my fingers past her stiff membrane and begin pulling a small glob out of her body.
>While she gives me an incredulous look, and deftly work my fingers into the piece of her, and swiftly shape it into a mug. Her face relaxes with a pleasured expression before snapping back to realization. The roughly mug shaped form "snaps" into a refined looking mug, the color shifts to a pearlescent white the shone lavender in the light. I take my finger and scratch into the sides "#1 Mug", the rough engraving shifting into a clean font as Mary shudders.
>Much to her enjoyment, I pour the contents of my old favorite mug into my new "mug" sit back at the table, tossing my old mug into the garbage. I pull out my phone and read the news as both maids toil at the counters.
>As I periodically sip my coffee, and allow my tongue to linger on the rim, caressing the "ceramic" with the tip. Each sip I casually glance over my phone and see Mary shudder and sigh as she works alongside Kimmy, who looks beside her with almost a look of jealousy.
>The maids finally finish their work and begin placing platters and serving bowls onto the table. I look with wonderment at the spread, a full english breakfast before me. Wait where did they get blood pudding, you can't get that in the states can you? Mary gives me a knowing look when I glance at her. I try my best to hide a cold shiver.
>Both maids stand around the table and look at my expectantly as I fill my plate with a little of everything, even the "blood pudding" much to my chagrin. I just wanted to be polite.
>I motion both servants to sit down and eat too. They both hesitate, "I won't have my servants starving while I eat, sit down and enjoy the fruit of your labors, for me, please."
>Kimmy sits on the adjacent side of the table while Mary sits a bit to close to my side. I smirk at her enthusiasm and offer my fork filled egg up to her mouth and allow her to eat from it. I alternate feeding a bite to myself and her for the remainder of breakfast.
>The kikimora sighs wistfully as she watches, slowly shoveling food into her mouth.
>At last we finish our meal, Kimmy gets up and begins gathering the dishes to clean them, Mary struggles to pull herself away from my side, but manages to finally, joining to help wash the dishes.

>When everything is cleaned and put away, Kimmy excuses herself to the bathroom, later coming back out in her simple t shirt and khaki shorts. I walk to the door and hold it open for her.
>As she enters the door frame, she turns to me, "Hey… sorry for my shitty behavior."
>Curiously, I ask, "It's fine, but WHY did you act like that to me? You're usually tamer around me."
>The kikimora fidgets, "Actually, when I was training your shoggoth, she was actually perfect, there was no flaws to her method. And the fact that she chose to look like one of my kind… kind of rustled my feathers." She smiles sadly, glancing down at her feet. "So I actually…" she pulls a flask out to make her point, "Started drinking, and got kind of smashed… started slipping back into my sadistic habits. Begin sabotaging her, blaming her for it, kind of the reason I'm single… and have a few restraining orders." She chuckles grimly.
>She smiles and looks at me, "I should thank you though, you ended up doing most of the training her, you're fine Master, just make sure to nurture your maid sufficiently, even if you need to discipline her."
>Kimmy exhales sharply, glancing to her sides, "Also…" Her breaths become a bit shallower, her voice lowers, "If I had known little timid Anon would grow up to be so…" She bites her lip, and presses her hand on my chest and cheek on my stomach, "…FORCEful… I would have made you claim me a long time ago." She purrs.
>She glances over to see Mary has been glaring at her, quickly recoiling from my torso, and lets out a nervous chuckle, "Ahah, um… yeah, Mary is really lucky to have you, I could tell she cares about you deeply." She looks at us and smiles, Mary coyly holds onto me/
>Kimmy looks at her phone, "Well, I gotta get going, almost running later for work." She starts heading back to her car, "You still up to going with me to Red Cancer's to get smashed?"
>"You know it!"
>"Awesome! Bring Mary too! Even shoggoths need to relax a bit, if I can find a man who isn't a total pussy by then, it can be a double date! See ya!" She gets in her car and peels out down the road.
>Still clinging to my side, Mary follows me back into the house and shuts the door behind us with a small tendril.

>With Kimmy's help, things between me and Mary have never been smoother. My home is almost constantly filled with my little shoggymora's happily hummed tunes.
>Since then, Mary hasn't done anything wrong. On accident, anyways. When she realized that I couldn't really punish her when her performance was spot on, she began fudging things up harmlessly to earn my "wrath".
>Usually it involved her breaking something, but it was always something she made out of her self. Like the time I mysteriously had a new ostentatious vase in my hall, that she "accidentally" bumped into, "vase" shattering onto the floor, before looking at me with that lecherously demure smile.
>While I still gave her the rough treatment she desired, I became increasingly tender with her over time, which made her not mind the less frequent abuse.
>My time with Wilma and Edna at the gym has been going great as well, the twin onis are actually shocked at my progress, in less than a year I've begin catching up to even them in strength, earning me annoyed grunts and questions involving less than legal substances.
>I always told them it was thanks to my maid, she meticulously planned and took care of my diet, allowing me to gain strength cleanly without having to bulk and cut.
>This was of course met with scoffs and teasing about being a spoiled rich boy. I laughed it off, though Mary did spoil me, and my job paid well, I was no where rich. But I did feel lucky to have her company.
>My physique was frighteningly more muscular than it had been when I first met Mary, who seemed to openly appreciate the results of my effort. Every time she wasn't doing chores, she was clinging to me, hands wandering over my body.
>One day I offered to have her take the day off and come to the gym with me, but she politely declined, saying that she was preparing something to help with my fitness and will have it ready by the time I came back from working out tonight. My attempt to press further was met with the simple statement that it was a surprise.
>I was a bit sad, I really enjoyed lifting and wanted to share it with her, I could just order her to… but she said she had a surprise and I was really curious what it was. I wracked my brain trying to guess what it was, the distraction made it difficult to concentrate when benching.
>Edna might have had to rush to lift the barbell off my neck once or twice, cursing under her breath every time. Under her breath for an oni anyway, which meant the whole gym wished they had ear plugs.
>Before I left I apologized to Edna, telling her why I was distracted. Edna immediately forgot to be mad, happily drilling me for more details about the enigma. I laughed at her child like curiosity and told her I would tell her when I found out, before we said our goodbyes and went home.

>I pulled up to my house and entered, feeling a bit giddy that my surprise would finally be revealed.
>As I walked into the kitchen, I notice Mary was nowhere to be found, and all of the lights were turned off, I grew a bit concerned.
>I hope I don't hurt her feelings doing this but I can't put this off, I look into the fridge to pull out a carton of the organic fair trade holstaur milk Mary mixes my protein shakes with, but find that there is none to be found.
>No matter, I can just use water this time, just wont be as filling, I throw open the cabinet to get the holstaur whey powder to find that that too is gone.
>Did Mary forget to go to the grocery store? Does she want attention? She's usually a bit less reckless than that, but maybe she really wants it rough this time… Where IS she anyways?
>I noticed a dim flickering light coming from my bedroom, "Mary? Are you there? Are you okay?" I say, concern in my voice?
>I enter the dimly lit bedroom and look towards my bed, stopped in my tracks as I stare slack jawed. The shoggymora maid is lounging on the back of the bed, sprawled out seductively, her "clothes" styled similarly to her typical uniform, but made of a sheer membrane, shaped like baby doll pajamas.
>"Welcome home Master~" she purrs breathlessly, her eyes lidded and her smile the same gentle smile she always has. "I hope you had a good work out, Master, I have your milk right here for you." She slides her arms under her breasts, and lifts them up, for emphasis.
>Her normally large breasts, looking even larger and plump, her nipples and areola puffy and engorged. Wait, "So THAT'S where the milk went!"
>Mary's face blushes, "Of course, Master, I wanted to make sure you were eating properly, so I simply thought I would… give you more incentive to." She hides her increasingly crimson face behind her hands.
>I slowly crawl onto the bed, entranced by the gently bouncing and swaying of her enlarged bosom. Feeling the fatigue of my workout weigh on my bones, and gently crawl into her lap, and lay my head on her breast. Her gentle "feathered" hand rests on my head, "Go ahead, Master. Drink to your hearts content." He breaths becoming a bit shallow.
>Losing self control, I managed to mumble "I'll have to punish you for wasting all that milk without my permission, it IS expensive you know." I say teasingly, before gently latching onto her nipple and suckling, her hand gently stroking my hair as I drink.
>It tasted just like the protein shake I usually drink, but it was… creamier, somehow. I can't really describe it. The next hour was a blur, I felt so at peace, time seemed to stand still and fly by at the same time.
>As I took to my task, Mary's resolve weakened, her shallow breaths into sharp gasps. When I finally drained her breasts, they were still slightly bigger than before. I lay my head between her pillowy bosom and relaxed as she continued gently stroking my hair and whispered loving ministrations.

>Suddenly, I felt a jolt of energy, slightly annoyed since I was enjoying the relaxation, but this was as good a time as any for her "punishment"
>I sit up, Mary gently holding her breasts, looking a bit dejected. "Master, is there something wrong?" She began to fondle herself, as if she missed the pressure against them.
>"Not at all Pet, except I told you I had to punish you for using all that milk without my permission." I smile lecherously, which the servant met with an embarrassed one. I stand up beside the bed, and motion her to the edge, she slides over, legs hanging from the mattress.
>I strip down, revealing my fully erect member, earning the maids widening smile, before swiftly grabbing her by her generous bottom and lifting her up with surprising ease.
>Mary gasps in amusement, as I effortlessly walk over to the wall and roughly pin her against it as I hold her up. "Aahn~ Master, I'm sorry for angering you, please be gentle~" She says with a shockingly pure tone, that made me harder than diamonds.
>I while keeping her ass propped up in my hands, I roughly sandwich her body between myself and the wall, her large breasts flattening against my chest, remnants of milk oozing from her nipples as they rubbed against me.
>I firmly suckled on the nape of her neck, making her grip across my back tighten as she groaned pleasurably, before penetrating her and slamming it home again and again with as much force as I could muster. Each time I bottomed out I was rewarded with Mary's beautiful song.
>Each thrust shook the home to it's foundation, eventually causing something from a nearby shelf to fall off. As it fell a tendril zipped out from Mary to catch it, but half way to it's destination one of my thrusts interrupted her concentration, causing it to hesitate, each subsequent thrust making the tendril go more and more limp before it gave up.
>Almost too soon, I could feel her nails dig into my back and her legs lock around my waist as her pussy clenches and spasms, a powerful breathless exhale escaping her. But I wasn't done yet, no where near done. I continued on, if anything redoubling my efforts.
>"M-Master~ I n-need to r-rest for a m-m-mome a m-momen- a mo-meeeEEEEEH~~" She buries her head into my chest as she lets out another scream, more vocally this time, her body convulsing as it's wracked with another orgasm so soon after the first. I feel a sharp pain in my back as she accidentally leaves bleeding scratches down my back.
>I let out an almost bestial roar that causes the sweet shoggymora to squeak in surprise. It didn't hurt much, but the sensation stoked the fires of my passion to burn even brighter. I thrust into her faster, eventually it became impossible to tell where the orgasms ended and began. Mary's song had reach such high pitch and volume the whole neighborhood would surely be asking questions the next day.
>The evening beyond that devolved into a lustful blur.

>I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a soft weight comfortably pressed against me. Cute little snores coming from where my chest is.
>What the hell happened last night? My entire body is aching, but I still feel well rested anyways. I'm acutely aware of a slight stinging in my back, and my eyes begin to get back into focus.
>I notice Mary's head nestled in the crook of my shoulder, one hand on my chest and the other softly holding my head. I sit like this enjoying the serenity of the morning.
>My little maid begins to stir and lets out an adorable yawn. "Good morning, Master, did you sleep well?"
>My voice, feeling a little hoarse, "Yeah, how about you Sweetie?"
>Her face goes pink as she giggles, "Always, when I'm by your side, Master."
>I smile, I didn't tell her, but I felt the same way. I think she knew though.
>"If it is okay with you Master, I will go make you breakfast." She says, politely getting up somehow not even causing a disturbance in the mattress. Her uniform bloomed gracefully from her body.
>I didn't really want her to leave, but I let her go anyways-
>As she being walking towards the door, she stumbles and falls to the floor. As I get up to help her, she attempts to get up and falls again, letting out a desperate whine.
>"Mary?! Are you okay??" I start to panic
>"No no, I'm fine Master, do not worry yourself over me." She attempts once more to get up, and fails.
>"Something is obviously wrong." I think for a moment, "Your Master INSISTS you tell me whats wrong." I state with authority.
>She looks defeated, "Please do not think I'm being accusatory Master Anon, but you were much rougher than what I'm used to." She blushes as she recalls last night, "It was exquisite, and while my body is sturdy, it didn't have time to adapt, you took me rather by surprise. you know." She strains once more to try to pick herself. "Like back in bed Master, I will bring you your breakfast, do not worr-"
>I pick her up in a wedding carry and gently lay her back into bed, before lovingly tucking her in. "No, Pet. You lie down in bed, I will make us breakfast, and bring it to you shortly."
>She begins to look desperate "Master, PLEASE!" I walk out the bedroom and into the kitchen.
>Gosh, it's been a while since I've actually USED a kitchen. Mary really has been spoiling me, but I'm going to return the favor today. It's the least I can do right?
>I stumble around, grabbing some eggs and bacon, and get to work making a simple breakfast.
>It takes a while, and I kind of under cooked the bacon making it rubbery, and the eggs came out kind of dry, but it's edible… I think…
>I'm about to throw the food onto some silverware when I realize I threw out the dishes in favor of Mary's. The heirloom skillet is the only thing left since Mary knew it was precious to me.
>I started to fully realize how precious Mary is to me.

>I decide to just bring it to her on the pan. Cradling it with some pot holders, I place it on a wooden tray with short fold out legs and carry it to the bedroom.
>When I approach the door, I can hear sobbing, "Mary, what's wrong?"
>She's half way between the bed and the door struggling to crawl to the kitchen. Tears streaming down her face as she chokes and sobs.
>I immediately drop the tray and run over to her side, lifting her up and placing her back on the bed. "Honey why did you do that?" My voice filled with concern.
>"I-I didn't want to be useless!" she's desperately choking up, "What good is a shoggoth if I can't properly serve my Master!"
>"Honey, Pet, Sweetie, no, please don't talk that way! You always do a good job, this is only temporary right? You'll get better and be back to serving me in no time!" I gently stroke her cheek, and then pet her affectionately.
>"But I'm a shoggoth! Every moment not serving my Master is like dying countless deaths in the cold all-consuming void!" He tears continue flowing freely, her lips quivering.
>I stern my voice, "Mary! You ARE serving me! Your Master insists, no, COMMANDS you relax today and allow him to help you get better in any ways he can!" My voice falters, tears begin rolling down my cheeks, "Do you understand, servant?" I hold her hands in mine, and hold them to my chest before leaning over her and kissing her lips sweetly. "I love you… I just want you to be happy…"
>Her lips curl into a large quivering smile, and although she's still crying, I can tell she's happy, "I love you too, Anon" She wraps her arms around my neck as I embrace her tightly, not wanting to let go.
>I waited on her hand and foot that day, whether she liked it or not.
>When I had to work, I simply brought my laptop into our bedroom and worked there. It was a bit awkward as I had to bring things in from my office occasionally but it was better to leave her side for a few minutes than several hours.
>The day passed slowly, but at the end, Mary began to have control over her legs again, albeit still walking a bit wobbly.
>That night I apologized for harming her by kissing her legs better. All of her legs better. The gentle ministrations were different than what she was used to, but she wasn't complaining.
>Weeks passed and we only grew closer. Not much had really changed, but our feelings for each other made it much better.
>She still insisted I was her Master and she was my Servant, and if it truly made her happy, I saw no reason why it needed to be any different. Though I told her it bothered me how uptight about it she was.
>But in the back of my head, this little insubordination, though small, continued to be repeated, and would need to be met with the most severe punishment yet. Unbeknownst to Mary, I began preparing for the day she would learn her place.

>It was the middle of Spring, the weather was clear and mild. I had been preparing for this day for a long time.
>I finished packing every thing into the car before shutting the back hatch.
>"Mary! Everything's packed! Are you ready to go on our camping trip!?"
>"Yes Master, I'm all packed." Her "plumed" ears playfully flop about as she steps down off the porch, her "feathery tail" swishing slowly back and forth as her "uniform" sways in the gentle breeze. She's carrying a large backpack in front of her, her arms inadvertently squishing her breasts together. At this point I think she does this on purpose to tease me.
>"Honey, WHY are you still wearing your uniform, we're going CAMPING. Your 'dress' is going to get caught on bushes and stuff." Not that it would hurt, or matter, but it seemed silly to me regardless.
>"If that's the case I will remedy my wardrobe." Her dress shrinks up over her knees, exposing her deliciously thick thighs clad in daintily filigreed lace knee socks, her soft flesh just barely bulging out past the socks opening.
>My face burns red, as I stammer a bit, "Uh, that's…" I sigh defeated, "Better" She looks at me smugly but sweetly.
>We both get in the car and drive off. The drive is long but uneventful. Mary makes a habit of clinging her body against me at every red light, almost too quickly returning to her seat when it turns green.
>The sky is a beautiful crimson, streaked with sparse cirrus clouds, when we arrive at the nature preserve. We get out at the dirt parking lot, and I sling my hiking pack onto my back, while Mary continues to hold hers in front of her like a purse.
>As we walk through the trail, I stop, pull out the map I had prepared and noticed this was the spot we should turn. "Mary, we're going to head off the path, follow closely behind me okay?"
>She nods affirmatively. As we move through the brush, tears continue to be made and repaired in the shoggymora's "clothes". "Mary I told you that skirt (while disturbingly arousing) wasn't appropriate for the forest! I insist you change."
>She looks slightly annoyed, "As you wish, Master." I was almost sad to see he sexy short skirt and knee socks go, until they disappeared and saw her completely nude. My excitement was short lived as her clothes changed into short shorts and a t shirt. Plain, but I can't complain. "Thank you, Honey. You can change into whatever you want when we get there, I promise."
>She gives me a lewd grin, before she looks at me curiously, "Where ARE we going, Master Anon?"
>"It's a surprise, you'll love it, I promise."
>As we trudge through the forest, the sun finally goes down, drowning us in darkness. I pull off my pack and unhook the lantern from it, twisting the flint, igniting it, illuminating a short area around us.
>As we continue walking I begin to worry we were lost until I hear a slight steady roaring in the distance. "We're almost there, Mary, promise!"
>She dutifully follows me as we quicken our pace, the roaring getting louder into we reach a clearing in the woods. Stretched before us was a clearing about 70 yards wide in diameter, the far end dropped off into a steep cliff face. As we approached the end we looked out down below us.
>At the bottom of the cliff stretched the ocean, the gentle rolling waves lapping against the rocks at the bottom. The roaring sound drowned out everything else, making it feel almost otherworldly. Above us the night sky was bordered by the tree line, stars twinkling so clearly you feel as if you can touch them.
>"In case you can't tell, here's camp." I smile with a slightly smug expression on my face, proud of the spot I had picked.
>"It's beautiful, Master, I truly feel close to home." She gently holds onto me and buries her face in my chest. I kiss her on her forehead
>"We should set up camp before we settle for the night." Mary nods.

>We had finished setting up the tent and building a fire, and celebrated by unpacking the supper we had made earlier and enjoyed it while feeling the fire's warmth.
>When we finish eating, Mary leans and begins to snuggle up against me. I politely push her off before standing up and grabbing my pack.
>I pull out my heirloom cast iron pan, "Mary, you mean a lot to me, and I wanted to give you this." I hand her the skillet
>She puts her hand over her mouth and looks between me and the pan, wide eyed. "I know you use it a lot, but I wanted to give it to you officially. I place my hand on her chest, and firmly scoop out a piece of her, deftly forming it into a rough heart shape, showing it to her, a gently smile on my face.
>While holding the gooey heart, I place the skillet over the fire and warm it up till it's nice and hot. "This might hurt a bit, hold on to me if it's too much." I grasp the piece of good firmly and begin rubbing vigorously into the pan.
>Mary flinches in pain, gripping onto me firmly, as the non hardened piece of her is melted into the pores of the skillet. When the piece gets too small, I grab a small towel and use it to insulate my hand from the heat as I coat the hot pan thoroughly.
>Her grip slackens as the piece is completely melted in, I place it by the fire to allow it to bake in. She snuggles against me for an hour, when I finally sit up and grab the pan which has a shimmering violet sheen when light strikes it at certain angles, "Lets see if I seasoned it properly." I grin dumbly at my own remark.
>I lovingly caress the now pearlescent pan, and noticed Mary shudder as if she felt a lover's touch, a blush forming over her face. "The pan is now yours, love." I hand it to her handle first. she gingerly takes and and holds it to her chest. "I know you'll keep it safe."
>She looks at me, her eyes full of stars like the clear night sky. She gets up and is about to grab me before I hold my hand up.
>"Hold on, I need to ask you something though." my face goes stern, my brow knits as I look at her with a grave expression. Mary's eyebrows arch, concern on her face.
>"I need you to answer truthfully and of your own will, do NOT tell me what I want you to hear, tell me what you truly feel." I glare at her, as she begins to show fear, "Do NOT lie to me, or else."
>I stare at her, time stretches on forever, as Mary begins to sweat.
>I turn away from her and sigh heavily, "Mary, ever since I've met you, you've made me so happy. I couldn't imagine what my life would be without you. The only thing that brings me more joy is seeing you happy. Mary, what I want to ask you is…"
>I turn and kneel in front of her and look into her eyes, her eerily beautiful eyes staring into mine with all the love in the world, I could see the stars of the cosmos shimmering within her black sclera. She was my entire universe.
>I pull out a square velvet box and hold it up to her, "…Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and join me in holy matrimony?"

>Mary covers her mouth with her hands as she gasps, her eyes go wide, before tears well up within them. She laughs, "YES" she ignores the box and slams into me, wrapping her arms and a couple tentacles around me tightly. "YES, YES, I WILL, I WILL MARRY YOU!"
>We look into each others eyes as we embrace, and press out lips together, my tongue entwining with what feels like three. As I break the kiss, I set Mary down onto the folding chair she was sitting on and pick the box back up.
>I hold it up to her and pop the lid open, inside a lie a silken collar. The band was black, made from woven virgin arachnae silk, an impossibly embroidered pattern of writhing and swirling tentacles danced and entwined with curling thorny rose vines adorned the band. The edge was gilded with delicate and intricately woven white lace, keeping with the band's design. On the ends of the band was two interlocking buckles made from dwarven cast mithril. One end had thorny rose vines engraved into the face while the other had tentacles, a special alloy lined the bottom the engraved channels. It wouldn't stay together normally, both ends sliding apart when given slack. In the center was a mithril loop, from which dangled a beautiful shining violet gem, with colors similar to Mary's that changed depending on how the light struck it. The stone was mined from an ancient meteor found at the bottom of the Atlantic. The cut by all rights was impossible, with angles that defied euclidean geometry, staring into it for too long would give one a splitting headache. But if you could stand the headache, one would see words engraved in a spiral out from the center. "Mary, servant and property of Anon, bound heart and soul by love undying, from this life and the next, until the end of time, and beyond."
>I had spent a fortune on this, commissioning only the finest arachnae artisans and craftsdwarfs. I had abstained from any luxuries for months to pay for it, and I would still be paying for it for many more months.
>I tell Mary to go next to the camp fire and get on her knees. I open my pack and pull out an iron rod, with a detailed head at the end.
>I pull out my pocket knife and cut the red leather collar she had been wearing non stop since we first met of her neck before tossing it into the fire.
>I read the engraving in the gem out to Mary, who begins smiling as tears streaked down her face. I tossed the iron rod head first into the fire, and wrap the collar around her neck gingerly. I grab her hands and place them on the buckle to secure the halves together, completing the engraving on the buckle's face. When complete, two hands can be seen lovingly grasping the other, the one from the thorny side masculine, while the tendril'd side feminine.
>I pull the now glowing hot iron and carefully position it so the head matches the engraving, before pressing it firmly. The heat activates the special alloy, sealing the buckle shut permanently.
>I motion for her to hand me a mirror, which she forms promptly, as I gently grasp it and hold it in front of her. Her kikimora features still there, she tenderly brings a hand up to her neck and feels the collar, beaming with pride.
>I lower the mirror and close the distance between us. Our lips mash, and our tongues clash, as I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the sleeping bag I had rolled out near the cliff.
>I lovingly laid her on the roll and straddle over on top of her. I lock our hands together before pinning them down to the mat on either side of her head. We look into each others eyes, not as Master and Servant, but as Husband and Wife for the first time. At the bottom of my vision I see her clothes melt into her skin. I realize I should strip too, but as I do, I feel my clothes melt off.
>"MARY! How long have I been wearing you!?" I look at her incredulously.
>"All day…" She looks down shyly, her face red. I follow her vision and see that her pussy was so dribbling wet it had already soaked a third of the bed roll.
>I look at her cute face and smile, but say nothing as I kissed her once more.

>My kisses trailed down from her lips, lingering along her neck, her inhale breaths began to become shallow, her exhales shuddering gasps.
>Tightening my grip on her hands, I position my self against her lower lips, and in one gently thrust, I consummate our marriage. I made sure to keep a slow and steady pace. I wanted bother of us to savor this. As we rut, I drank in every motion of her beautiful face.
>Her cute pouting lips curled into a pure coy smile between her pleasured gasps, her soft cheeks glowed a radiant pink, her eyes sparkled like the night, and looked into mine with a well of eternal love.
>All too soon, I could feel myself nearing my limits, which from so much time intimately spending with my beloved shoggoth, had become synced to the wonderful song she sung for me every time we made love. I always knew when she was close when her pitch rose into a glorious crescendo that rocked me to my very soul.
>With my final thrust, I buried myself as deeply into her womanhood as I could, the intent in my eyes clear, Mary gripped me as hard as she could as I came deep into her womb.
>We both collapsed into a heap, lovingly holding each other close, enjoying each others warmth. Eventually we both drifted off to sleep, alone together under the starry sky, the song of the sea singing our lullaby.

5 Years Later
>"Madeline, what have I told you about eating with your mouth full!" I snap at my daughter
>"That it's the cutest thing you ever saw!" She said innocently, her adorable large eyes staring sweetly at me.
>She wasn't wrong… but still, "I also said it's improper and you need to make a habit not to do that, do you understand?"
>"Yes Master Daddy." Dejection in her voice
>"Mary! I told you not to call me that in front of our little girl! It's sweet when you say it, but its kind of creepy when my own daughter says it…"
>"Master Anon, she is simply using proper shoggoth etiquette, she has to learn it if she's to find a proper Master of her own, but until then, that's you."
>I sigh in exasperation, before smiling. I sipped coffee from my "#1 Mug" Mug, picking at the wonderful breakfast my wife had made. "You always out do yourself honey."
>She giggles sweetly as she continues scrubbing the dishes. I sit up and carry my empty plate, placing it beside the skin. "Alright honey, I'm off to meet my big new client, if this goes well, he'll buy out my company! We can retired early and I can give you the life you deserve!" I kiss her excitedly on the cheek.
>She chuckles softly and turns to return a kiss. "You already did sweetie." she beams at me with a genuine caring smile, "I love you, drive safe okay?"
>"I will." I walk over to the table and lift my darling little girl into the air, her little pearlescent tendrils wiggling about from under her dress, "Be good for Mommy, okay pumpkin?"
>"I will Daddy! I love you!" I give her a little peck on the cheek before pointing my own cheek out, allowing her to peck me back. I slowly place her down onto the floor before striding confidently to the door.
>In all honesty, it didn't matter if I made this deal or not, as long as I had my loving family that I could strive to protect and provide for every day, I was the happiest man in the world.

2 Weeks after the camping trip.
>Ever since we returned from the camping trip, an aura brighter than the sun shone from even the pitch black of Mary's body. The songs she sung as she worked were even more upbeat than usual. She even started singing along with the radio to pop songs. (I REALLY wish she kept to the classical hymns personally, pop trash is beneath her beautiful voice.)
>While she habitually kept her professional and submissive demeanor, she even started speaking to me casually from time to time. It was nice to hear her speak to me like a mortal sometimes rather than the infallible Master she usually treats me as.
>Kimmy soon gave me a call, telling me she had finally met a man that could "take a punch" (I hope she means that figuratively.) We made plans to go out Friday night for a double date.
>That evening I was waiting around by the house's front door, "Mary! Are you ready to go yet?"
>"I'll be just a moment Mas- Honey!" She called out
>"You better not be going out in your uniform again I TOLD yo-" She steps out of my bedroom, smiling coyly at me. She had formed a beautiful pearl white sundress that flowed gracefully down to her ankles, tied at the waist with a silky sash. It clashed with her dark appearance, but in the most wonderful way.
>While I loved the dress, it was a bit extravagant for Red Cancer's. But it did make me feel a bit under dressed myself, in just khaki slacks and button up shirt.
>"You look absolutely stunning, Sweetheart." I smile.
>She simply smiles back as she grasps my hand. We both walk to the car and drive to the restaurant.
>As we pull up to the parking lot, I see Kimmy and who I assume to be her date at the front door, illuminated in red by the obnoxious neon sign featuring a simplistic cute crab girl waving to passerby on the highway and the words Red Cancer's.
>I greet Kimmy as we walk up to the entrance, Mary politely bows. I reach out and shake the short kikimora's hand, "It's been a while Kimmy! And this is…" I let go and reach to shake the man's hand.
>"Payne, Moe Payne, pleased to meet you, you must be Anon." He was slightly taller than Kimmy, at least he would be if he wasn't so hunched over. He wore a discount sports jacket over his wiry frame with a tacky polyester tie. He wore glasses that looked like they came from a discount rack from the 70's that covered a pathetic looking clean cut face splotched with liver spots. I smile awkwardly as I shake his hand, Kimmy could surely do better than this, couldn't she? …Couldn't she?
>"N-nice to meet you Mr. Payne. Anyways, lets head inside." I hold the door open for the rest, Payne allowing the ladies to enter first. As we all walk to the bar a cute bubbly (figuratively and literally) cancer scuttles closer to us from behind the bar and cheerfully greets us. "Welcome to Red Cancer's! The tasty commotion from under the ocean! My name is Ari, what can i get you all to drink tonight?"
>Kimmy orders 4 fingers of vodka straight, Mary contently asks for ice water with lemon, Payne orders an alcoholic drink that might as well be a milkshake, and I order a small glass of Wild Harpy on the rocks along with some ice water on the side.

>As soon as the perky crabgirl serves our drinks, Kimmy immediately downs it and orders another. "Uh, right away darling." She fills her glass with more vodka and hands it to her, "Try to taste the alcohol this time, please?" Kimmy raises and eyebrow, "I'm already too buzzed to taste it, mind your own fucking business." she barks, pointing a finger at the bartender.
>I put a hand on her outstretched hand and lower it down, "Kimmy, you should pace yourself, you don't want us to go home early just to drag you home right?" I wordlessly mouth "sorry" to the poor crabgirl, who gave me a nervous smile before scrubbing a glass with her brushed mandibles. Kimmy looks at me sadly, "Sorry, you're right, I should slow down." She chuckles nervously."A-anyways, how was your guy's camping trip? Wish we could have come along, I could've used the fresh air!"
>Mary gently touched the gem of her choker, smiling, "We had a beautiful time, seeing nature in it's raw form was truly humbling… it was even better when Master Anon proposed to me…"
>Kimmy's gets a big dumb smile on her face, "Oh my god! That's amazing!" The stocky girl running up to Mary before hugging her tightly. "Congratulations! I'm so JEALOUS." She said that a bit loudly, I guess she's trying to drop a hint to Moe?
>"Oh my god, Mary you have to tell me all the juicy details!" She looks positively hyper, "Anon, Moe, go do guy things, or whatever it is you do, we wanna have some girl talk!"
>As me and Moe get up and walk to the far end of the bar with our drinks, the awkward little man slaps me roughly on the back, "Women, amirite?" Giving me a silly smirk.
>"I… guess?"
>I suddenly feel nature's call, shit, alcohol always does this to me pretty quickly. I politely excuse myself and walk to the bathroom. I walk up to the stall. and as I unzip, the door opens and Moe comes in, settling for the stall next to me. Why?
>As he joins me in relieving our bladders, Moe decides to strike up a conversation in the worst possible setting, ALSO WHY IS HE LOOKING AT ME WHILE I PEE, "So, Anon, Kimmy has told me a lot about you…" oh god why is he sidling up closer to me. He lowers his voice before continuing his sentence, "in the bedroom."
>I get so tense my pee stream stops prematurely. WHY? I innocently deflect, "U-uh, well, that's not odd, a lot of Mary and I's best conversations are before we go to sleep at night."
>He laughs hoarsely, "Naah, not that, I mean when we're fuckin'." I figured, "Oh yeah, she loves getting rough with me, physically and mentally, it's the best." Seriously, why are you telling me this. He stretches out his collar, revealing a nasty bruise around his throat. "This was the best, can't wait for it to heal so she can do it again. 'You pathetic lowly worm, why can't you fuck like a real man, why can't you fuck me like Anon!?'" He shudders lecherously, Mary please save me.
>As I struggle to relax to fully empty my bladder, Moe zips up and walks to the sink to wash his hands. "The reason I bring it up though, I haven't asked Kimmy yet because I wanted to run it by you first." She starts drying his hands, "I was wondering if we could swing by your place tonight, and you, your wife, and Kimmy could have a threesome, and maybe… and you could let me watch?"
>I feel light headed, my stomach churns, I dizzily stumble to the toilet stall and throw up.
>Moe pokes his head into the stall, "You alright buddy? Can't hold your liquor huh?" He chuckles lightheartedly, as my retching has a violent bout, "Uh… I take that as a no then…" sounding disappointed. "I understand, not everyone's bag…" I think the contents of my stomach was finally emptied, "I guess I'll just see if Kimmy will wear the human suit I mail ordered." Nope there's more.

>My stomach felt absolutely raw, I walked out back to the bar, and saw Moe whispering into Kimmy's lifted feathery ear, I saw Mary on the stool beside her, who looked up and waved to me.
>As I approach the bar, I wave for the bartender and order some bread sticks. When the crabgirl walks into the kitchen, I hear a loud slap, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE YOU SLIMY CREEP!" Moe stumbles away from Kimmy rubbing his face, a small tent could be seen in his pants. He regains his bearings and walks away, before slapping an oni waitress' ass, I decide to start ignoring him as I hear a loud smack and a sickening crunch.
>Kimmy slumps onto the bar, as my wife gently rubs her back, I sit down at the bar next to her and put a hand on her back, on top of Mary's, "Hey, you okay?
>Her voice is muffled by her arms, "No, why are all the guys I meet either total pussies or total weirdos?!"
>"I don't think I can help you there, I've never really had to look for a man." I smile sheepishly, while Kimmy gives me a deadpan look. "But maybe you should look for men with desirable traits beyond your sex life?"
>She looks at me quizzically, "I mean, look at me, you never dated me back in college because you thought I didn't match up to your sexual desires, but we were still the best of friends." Her ears droop as she looks at me, I chuckle nervously, "And it turned out that we also happened to be compatible sexually too. Maybe you just need to look for a man you can get along with first, and you might find that both of you will find it easy to adapt so both of you will be happy intimately."
>She smiles sadly and avoids looking at me, "Maybe you're right… I'll try that… thank you Anon." I begin to notice that Kimmy's face is flushed red, and there's a slur in her voice. She pauses and thinks for a moment, "Hey Mary! Can I borrow Anon for a bit."
>Mary smiles purely, "Of course you may, Ms. Kimberly."
>Kimmy laughs heartily, I'm just kidding, kind of. I am really jealous of you though, Mary. "I kind of wish I took you when I had the chance though." She frowns.
>"But Kimmy, if it wasn't for Mary, I would still be timid little Anon, living in a filthy pigsty working 120 hours a week. It was her who helped me be who I am now." I pat her back, smiling.
>"Yeah" she smiles warmly, "I guess you're right." She perks back up, "Oh, by the way Mary, what was it you wanted to tell me before that slimeball perv interrupted us?"
>Mary smiles and looks at the ground shyly, "I kind of wanted to get your help telling this to Master, but since hes here anyways.." She looks me straight in the eyes, "I'm pregnant." Her eyes begin to water, "I'm going to be a mom."
>I walk up and hug my wife, lifting her up into the air, "Oh my god, I'm going to be a father!"
>Kimmy joins in the group hug, "I'm going to be a Godmother!"
>I look at her with a raise eyebrow, "I just wanted to join in the moment… Just think about it okay Champ?"
>I bought a round of drinks for everyone at the bar, and we all celebrated. Thankfully Moe left (on a stretcher) beforehand, so he wasn't there to ruin the moment.
>After several months, Mary became unable to move as swiftly as before, and much to her frustration, I began to wait on her hand and foot.
>All too soon, I had to rush my wife to the hospital as she began to give birth.

>As Mary lie in the hospital room, and her contractions grew shorter and shorter, I stayed by her side, comforting her through the pain.
>She firmly held onto my hand, grimacing in pain, but still keeping her kind demeanor as much as possible. Professional during this, though I imagine the "training" I gave her helped.
>Suddenly though she began thrashing violently, and while her face stayed calm, terrifying hellish maws opened up all over her body and let out devilish screams that seemed to call the end of the world. The doctor and nurses all grew pale and ran out of the room screaming.
>"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? SHE'S GIVING BIRTH NOW! GET BACK HERE!!!!" What the hell? You would think they would be trained for this.
>I speak to her lovingly, letting her know I'm here and that everything will be okay. as I position myself between her legs. Tendrils fly out from her body and thrash about, slamming into the medical equipment and trashing the room.
>The mouths on her body continue cursing in every language on earth, and some not from earth, as her face retains that lovely smile.
>I look between her legs and notice a head crowning. "Keep pushing honey! You're almost there!"
>The mouths scream profanities even louder than ever, I think I'm about to go deaf.
>I think I have, everything is silent.
>I look down in my hands, and see my new born baby girl. The lavender skinned little infant babbles happily as I look into it's black eyes, just like her Mother's. On top of her head are a paid of black "downy" ears, and just over it's bottom is a tiny "downy" tail. I wasn't aware those changes were hereditary, but I guess she can always change it later if she doesn't like it.
>I start to carry her to her mother before my progress is stopped by an dripping black cord. Oops. I look around for a scalpel or anything sharp really.
>I see Mary looking at me with a tired smile, I look down at the baby and see her tiny hand stretch into a tendril that starts to reach towards the cord, before the tip morphs into a pair of scissors and snips it in half, both halves receding back into their respective bodies.
>Mary coos, "Aww, her first tool, and so young too! They grow up so fast."
>"I'll take your word for it honey." I chuckle as I hand the baby to Mary, who held it lovingly in her arms. She looks at me questioningly, and I return a nod.
>"I'll name you Madeline, a beautiful name for my beautiful little maid." I start to think how it's a bit early to give her a life path, but I guess they really are born to serve.
>I place my hand on Mary's shoulder as we both adore our new born daughter.

7 Years later
>I'm sitting at my desk, working when I hear the brakes of a bus squeal outside the house.
>The door to the house opens and I hear the pitter patter and sticky slither of Madeline quicken towards my office.
>"DADDYYYYYY" She runs in bawling uncontrollably, her ears flopping with every step.
>"What's wrong sweetheart? Are you okay?"
>"No!" she pouts "I keep getting bullied at school!" I feel my temper rise to hellish levels before calming down for Madeline's sake.
>"Who's bullying you sweetie?" I say, concern in my voice.
>"Esmerelda! She's the meanest, ugliest dragon in school!" She spits out, as tears continue streaming, "She keeps calling me 'Mushy Mutt' and keeps trying to make me morph my limbs into knives and nunchucks for her! I won't let her though, so she and her friends just grab my arms and legs and see how far they can stretch me."
>I'm a bit relieve that a boy isn't bullying her, that would definitely mean they had a crush, and I was not ready for my little girl to grow up that soon. Regardless, my anger was about to reach my boiling point, then I get an idea. "Madeline, you need to stand up to these bullies or they'll never leave you alone."
>"But shes so big and scary!" She whines.
>"Well, how about this, I'll make sure Mommy gives you an extra helping of dessert tonight, and I'll read you a bed time story that will give you the confidence to stand up for yourself, okay?"
>She sniffles, before giving me a big smile, "Okay Daddy! I love you so much." she hugs my leg tightly before running off.
>Later that night, I tucked little Madeline into bed, before sitting down next to her and pulling out the book I had brought.
>"The Complete Collection of Works by H.P. Lovecraft"
>As I read through one of the stories at random, Madeline peeked the top of her head out from the covers, her eyes looked at me widely and shining bright with wonder, and the corners of a wide wide grin could be seen peeking out.

>The next day my cell phone rings in the early afternoon.
>"Mr. Anon? Yes this is the school principal, we've had a little incident involving your girl and we would like to have a little parent teacher conference. If you could come down to the school as soon as you can, that would be great, thank you.
>"Who was that Honey?" Mary pokes her head into the office door.
>It was the school, they need us to go and meet the principal, apparently they have an issue with Madeline.
>I think that was the first time I had ever seen Mary frown in a long time.
>She roughly grabs my hand and rushes me out the door before throwing me into the car. She slams on the gas and starts speeding to the school, as I try not to have a heart attack.
>We made it to the school and one piece and didn't get pulled over miraculously. We both sat in the principals office next to Madeline, the other side of the office sat a matronly dragon, and a meek looking man, who I assumed were Esmerelda's parents… but where was their daughter? The dragon saw me looking and stared poison daggers.
>"You're probably wondering why I called you here Mr. and Mrs. Anon. Little Madeline here is in trouble for getting in a fight during recess." the portly looking man glanced at Madeline before looking back at us.
>"I was under the impression that my daughter was being bullied, why is she in trouble for standing up to hersel-"
>The dragon interrupts, "MY perfect little daughter would NEVER stoop so low as to waste her time with… such a common MUTT." She spits venomously.
>I feel Mary grab onto my hand and squeeze a little too tightly, I look and see her face is as cheerful as ever.
>I resume speaking, "My daughter is a shoggoth, it's biologically impossible for her to lie to me, it's simply against her nature, and even if that weren't the case, she's my daughter, I raised her better than that."
>"YOU DARE QUESTION MY PARENTING SKILLS!? You would trust the word of this INBRED PILE OF DISGUSTING GOO!?"
>My own temper rises until I feel the skin of my hand break and blood trickle down my wrist, I look over and see Mary is still smiling sweetly.
>"I-I-I don't think that's what Mr. Anon was implying, I just think he's saying… that there's… room for reasonable doubt that the blame should fall squarely on… her." the principal began to sweat profusely.

>"NEED I REMIND YOU, that this family has donated countless funds to the betterment of this institution, our family does not produce "bullies" as you commoners would put it, our little daughter's record is SPOTLESS, and shall remain so."
>I knit my brow, "Wait… donations? Isn't this a public school?" the principal swallows a lump in his throat, and the dragon mother grits her teeth with an audible crunch.
>"Where is little Esmerelda anyways? Shouldn't she give her side of the story?"
>"YOU INSENSITIVE CUR-"
>The principal interrupts, "I'm afraid that's… impossible. After recess, a teacher who noticed her absence from class found her still outside. The state she was found in… well… Esmerelda's current mental state is to be handled by schools better equipped than ours.
>I scream "YES YES YES" in my head, "So what I'm hearing is my daughter stood up to someone who was physically abusing her, and you're punishing HER because Ms. Dragon Lady over here brib-
>The principal jumps up from his chair and starts corralling us out the door, "Thankyouformeetingusaboutyourchildhaveagooddaybye." before slamming the door behind us and locking it.
>I stare at Mary in a daze, who simply smiles at me like she had the whole time. I look down at the floor and see a black stripe trail out from under her feet and under the principal's shut door.
>Suddenly I hear from inside the office, "WHAT THE HELL IS AAAAAAGGH!!!!!!!" I snap back to Mary, "HONEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
>She turns and smiles at me, "I'm just saying my piece is all."
>I look through the fogged glass of the door, all I can make out are writhing shadows, as I hear the muffled song of the void.
>I feel a tug at my pants leg and see little Madeline look up at me, "Are you mad at me Daddy?"
>I gently pat her head, ruffling her hair and flopping her ears, "Of course not sweetheart, I'm proud of you. Hey, how about we go to the aquarium?"
>"Yaaaay! Thanks Daddy!"
>"Uh, honey, are you done yet?"
>"One more second Master Anon."
>I hear the muffled voice of the dragon from inside the office, "What do you want from me!?" followed by a several loud slaps.
>"…I strongly insist, Master, that we enroll our daughter in a private school."
>I groan, and can already feel my wallet becoming light. But it's for my daughter, and I would do anything for her.