*Cub* Nildorri's Mom and Dad - 2013

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#3 of Dark Stories

Nildorri is a five year old ewe lamb. She's got two parents, technically, and is being raised to follow in her father's hoofsteps.

Her father, Obent, is a sadistic mage with a talent for stealing souls of animals and anthros and using the new Subjugates as labor and general purpose tools for whatever goals he has for them, after breaking them down a bit so their souls are easier to steal.

Her mother, Leria, is a subjugate. She has no will of her own, no control over her body, and no thoughts in her head. She's more or less a paperweight that needs to be fed, exercised, and generally taken care of.

Nildorri is still young and doesn't understand a lot of things but what's normal for her may make most people sick. She explores her mom in the story and shows a hint of her father's personality.

This story could be considered a follow up story to the story description for https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=32745 as Nildorri references the new dragon once.


Nildorri's Mom and Dad by tannim March 2, 2013

"Can I play with Mommy?"

Obent didn't bother looking up. "If you want to play with her, play with her. You do not need to ask me. However, if you do, feed and exercise her, too."

The young ewe stood behind her father a moment watching him writing in a book, then drove her knee into his groin and hurried off. "To make you miss me."

She was getting to be a handful. Nildorri knew it, and she didn't try to make it any easier. She'd learned a lot of bad things from him, one of which being mean things were remembered a lot longer than nice ones. He probably deserved it anyway, since there'd been a new arrival in the stable.

There were a lot of subjugates in the stable, but she was really only after one. Her mother crouched in a small two foot by two foot cubical in the corner, panting in the heat. There was no door locking her in and there were no chains or binders holding her. With her soul stolen and mind sealed inside the stone with it, there were no need for such things. She simply waited for her master's commands, or her daughter's whim.

The girl held her mom's soulstone in a cage in her room. A sort of magical rope connected her to it so she was essentially holding it without needing to have it with her. It was one of the first magics her dad had taught her, of course it was meant to be used for chores.

"Come on, Drooly Wooly, lets go get you fed." Nildorri's little pet name was ignored by the quite wooly woman but the mental command to go to the food trough had her crawling out of the tiny cubical and hurrying over. "I wonder how thick you're fleece will get if I don't trim you again. NO. Remember last time!"

Her mother, once named Leria, immediately dropped the apple she'd been about to eat and crouched back down. Being five, Nildorri was still exploring anatomy. She'd found some of it quite interesting when her father had showed her sex. One thing that had impressed her was sticking things into a body.

Leria followed the girl's whimsical mental command to sit down on the apple, legs spread fully horizontal on the ground so her entire body weight pressed it to her vulva. Her labia weren't at all moist beyond a hint of sweat, but the pain of dry entry wasn't her body's concern anymore. Nildorri sat in front of her and watched the large fruit slowly disappear inside.

The little sheep laughed at the woman. "Great! You can eat it after your walk. Better make it two, you're getting too thin under that fleece."

A second large apple forced the first even deeper but Leria didn't react to it at all. Her daughter snapped a collar around both of her mother's breasts, for show and her own amusement at the funny floppy things rather than any need for a leash, and led the woman from the stable. She didn't worry about the subjugate being naked or even her own nudity. Nobody would bother them, if they were smart.

Nildorri led the older ewe through the grassy field behind their home. "Did you have a good day, mom?" She hesitated, not sure exactly what else to say. "I hope it wasn't too hot."

Her mother said nothing and did nothing until the girl gave her a command to run in place. Nildorri sat back on an invisible rock she'd created in her mind and watched. Spending time with Leria felt good. She didn't have to practice any magic on her like some of the larger subjugates and it made her feel sort of normal to be with a mother figure like the kids in the cities she'd been to.

"Does it hurt to have them bouncing like that?" Nildorri floated easily until she was laying on her back in the air staring up at her mother's breasts bouncing wildly in time to the running. The girl tugged the collars off to watch them flop freely. "I hope mine don't do that too much when I'm old."

Leria's legs pumped faster at her daughter's thoughts until her breasts were slapping each other as well as her belly and upper chest. Her body burned for rest and more air. It didn't get it for another minute or two when Nildorri finally grew bored watching.

"I guess you can eat an apple now."

Nildorri smiled as she made her mom sit next to her on the air and snuggled against the woman. Leria's four inches of thick wool were dirty, but still so pleasantly soft to press into. It felt good to be held, even if the holder had no choice in the matter.

She leaned forward a bit to watch her mother fist herself to dig out the first apple. The woman's vaginal muscles helped push, but her fingers had to slide in deep to wrap around and pull it fully out. Leria had a lot easier time doing that than the last four attempts. No tearing, blood, or anything!

While her mother ate, Nildorri slid her own hand into that wet hole. There was plenty of room since the five year old's hand was smaller than the apple had been. She wondered what it felt like for her dad to stick his thing into a girl's hole. He sure liked to do it a lot sometimes and Nildorri did like how the older ewe's pussy clenched around her hand now.

She took her hand out and wiped the moisture onto her mom's thick wool. "Does it hurt less when you get older?"

Nildorri hopped off her insubstantial rock and watched a large owl swooping down at something on the ground. It was infinitely more interesting than her mother eating. Too bad it flew off as soon as she took a step toward it.

"I just wanted to look!" She stomped her foot petulantly and glared at the bird.

After a moment, Nildorri closed one eye as her father had taught her and tried to imagine heavy rope tied around the bird's neck. It flew just out of her range as she got the mental image complete, but she ran after it fast enough to catch it. The bird dropped from the sky as though there really were a noose cruelly tight around it's neck.

A quick hard yank to that rope in her mind hauled the bird the twenty yards over to her through the grass and brambles, but it wasn't in very good shape when it arrived. It's neck had broken from the fall and would have broken anyway with the yank or the tight compression from the invisible rope still constricted around it.

"Look what you made me do." She crossed her arms. "I didn't want to kill you. Dumb bird."

Nildorri lifted it by a foot and carried it back to her mother. "I caught a bird!" Leria smiled, just as her daughter had commanded her, though that smile faded the moment the girl stopped thinking about it. "I guess I can feed it to that new dragon dad got. It eats a lot. Hehe, it poos a lot too."

With that wisdom, Nildorri set off through the field again, taking a circuitous rout back home to make her mom's body stay in somewhat decent shape. It was funny watching an adult ewe running in circles ahead of her or behind her like a young energetic lamb. There was no particular point to it, other than amusement. Simply running around the field a few times would have looked more dignified, but wouldn't have been nearly as silly looking.

By the time its daughter let it rest at home again, Leria's body was near to shutting down from exertion and not being allowed to catch it's breath. Nildorri pushed her mom back into the small cubical and brought a bucket of not quite spoiled vegetables over. Food was usually mush since it didn't have to taste good to a subjugate. They didn't care about such things anymore, but the little ewe liked to pamper her mother.

"There. All walked and fed." Nildorri looked around at the others, all forty or so of them. It was a nasty chore to clean up after them when her dad made her do it. Thankfully he hadn't told her to. "Clean up the other stalls after you eat, then go back in your stall when you finish."

She didn't bother to wait around. After nearly an hour away, her father had to have finished whatever it was he'd been doing. Maybe he'd give her another lesson. An agonized squeal made the young sheep hurry up. A new arrival wasn't something to be missed.

Nildorri peeked around the doorway to the general conversion room. Obent stood naked next to a table calmly watching a large and equally bare male bison shaking in agony between two poles. The bull's eyes stared in hatred at the ram, with his jaws clenched. They darted to Nildorri when she hurried in and sat down on the floor watching another needle floating in the air and stabbing into the left large bovine testicle.

"Did you exercise your mother?" Another needle slid in, another sob of agony came out.

"Uh huh. She's mucking out the others now."

Obent leaned down to roughly squeeze one of the pierced nuts. "Good. Why am I hurting him like this?"

"Because..." Nildorri thought for a few seconds, trying to ignore the sudden pleading for it to stop. "Because it ... oh, it makes it easier to take their soul?"

"It weakens their resistance over time. Yes. The less the resist the longer they'll last before they wear out. But I meant why in this specific region? And why am I just using needles instead of something more painful and damaging?"

She rolled her eyes and repeated his usual quote. "You can't keep hurting them if you destroy them and those parts aren't important. They can be completely ruined without losing anything important.

"Very good. Now give it a try." Obent handed her a box of needles without acknowledging how badly the bison was suffering from the ones he'd already taken or the big male's low sobs. "Sterilize them with the magic before you use them. Infection is not a good method of torture and would just make the subjugate weak." The large sheep squeezed the bison's large testicles cruelly once before heading to the door. "We need a new plow beast. The last one died of exhaustion yesterday. You have three days to wear him down."

Nildorri scooted up to sit under the big bull before crudely stabbing the first needle in. "Do I get to watch you take his soul?"

Obent had already left. Nildorri stuck her tongue out at the door and went to work. He never paid much attention to her unless he wanted her to do something.