User blog:Ore-samma/My Two wives (Amazoness) (Kikimora) (raging mushroom)

Hello fans, Ore-samma here!

So, there I was....in the forum section and I saw this =

 https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000069652 

 Imagine what being married to both an amazoness and kikimora would be like 

'' I bet the Kikimora will secretly add Raging Mushrooms and Doppleganger Medicine to the husband's food so he turns the Amazoness into a masochist sub... BECAUSE MASTER MUST BE THE MASTER!!! ''

What a wonderful prompt!

And here it is in one-shot format! Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

''' THIS ONE MARKS MY 100TH ONE-SHOT FOR MGE! '''

I sighed as I strolled about in the market in our small frontier town. The sun was shining, the clouds promised rain in the next few days, and all was peaceful in my village.

“What’s that?” A child cried out.

I looked and saw a strange vessel coming down the river, it must have come from the dense forest to be so close before being spotted before now. I looked closer and cried out.

“Amazon!” I cried out, “Quick! Protect the masters!”

Our village scattered and our group of Kikimora quickly abandoned our proper etiquette and ravaged the masters we had set our sights on, before our town could be overrun, and our precious men taken away from us.

(later)

“Did you really think that pairing up with all the men here would work?” One of the Amazon leaders sneered as she strolled back and forth along the men who were lined up and tied by the neck.

“Ha!” She counted again. “There are just enough men to give each one of my unmarried hunting party a mate!” She brought her fingers to her mouth and whistled loudly.

I felt a stab of jealousy as the leader picked my master as her mate and I cringed as she threw him to the ground and had her way with him.

This can not stand! My mind and instincts screamed; ''Master must ALWAYS be master! This is unnatural! This is not right!''

The men tried to fight back, but it was hopeless. They were not even close in terms of strength, and those who fought back were even more thoroughly roughandled, to include my Charlie.

I sighed, wondering if there was something that could be done…..but what?

(later)

“Janet! What do you think you’re doing?!?” Zelle cried out, seeing me tidying up the kitchen.

“This is my duty! As my master’s servant and wife-”

Zelle cried out and held up her hand. “What? What did you say? You are no one’s servant! Our husband is the one who serves! Do you hear me?” She said with a frown.

I shook my head and held out my broom as a sword. “I do not accept your ways! You and your crew are a bunch of bullies! We were perfectly fine without you!” I bared my teeth and growled from deep within my throat. “Love master your own way- I will do so in mine!”

“Janet! Wait!” My husband Charlie cried out….but it was too late.

In a flash, Zelle grabbed my broom, broke it in two, grabbed my tender ear and flung me out the door. She set upon me, tied me up and fastened a leash to the porch pillar. “If you want to be a loyal puppy, then like all puppies, you belong outside!” She hissed and slammed the door.

I whimpered, even more so when Charlie soon came an untied me. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered. “How many times are you two going to do this?”

“Master!” I cried, holding onto him. “This cannot go on! I must do something!”

“I think there is a way.” Charlie whispered. “Some of the husbands got together and was able to buy a large amount of raging mushroom.”

I gasped and locked my gaze with him.

Charlie nodded. “But once it gets here, you need to find a way to get it to all the other Kikimora, can you do that?”

I nodded….and grinned….. “I can! Master! I love you so much!” I whispered as he held me close.

The next few days were a test of my patience. Charlie had a screaming match with Zelle over the latest fight she and I had, and at last Zelle wouldn’t do anything more than stare daggers at me as I went about my housework while making snide comments, implying my Charlie was lazy and worthless.

“Ahem! Master is a talented blacksmith! His craft makes the money to keep up the household!” I said after a particularly snide comment.

“That won’t matter soon!” Zelle snorted. “Soon larger tribe come! We take entire village including you lot to the jungle! No blacksmith! No baker! No candlestick maker! We hunt, for food! Only women hunt for food!” She said and pounded her chest. “Men most valuable to the tribe! We protect them!”

I shook my head. “Your way of life is so very limited compared to the entire world! You have forgotten the joy of what it means to be a woman and submit to your husband’s love, and strength!”

Zelle threw her head back and laughed. “Submit? Me? You are a funny puppy, and-” She stopped as I wacked the table so hard it broke in two.

“Stop...calling….me puppy!” I said baring my teeth.

Zelle stood, her face now in a dangerous expression when Charlie gave me his special cough….the mushrooms arrived!

“I’m going to take a walk.” I said, turning away from Zelle’s presence and just barely kept myself under control as she made one final parting snide at my expense.

“Yes! Go outside! Outside!” She said in her ‘doggy’ voice.

As usual, me and my fellow Kikimora gathered in the market and we took a collective gasp at the sight of so many penises!

'' “Oh! It’s been so long!” One of them whined. ''

 “Your sister wife doesn’t let you lay with master?” 

'' “I wish! They must always go first! And by the time they are done with him, I just couldn’t bring myself to tire master out even more!” ''

I nodded. It was the same for me….it was almost two full weeks, me and the rest of the kikimora had gone without.

“Well,” I said, grabbing one that was almost blue from how many veins it had. “Our husbands and masters came through, didn’t they? We must hurry! The hunting leader said the main tribe will come and force us all to live in the jungle! We must break them as quickly as possible!”

I held up my finger. “However, it would be suspicious if the masters went into a frenzy every time they ate, no? So...I thought ahead. Place some of the residue on the inside of the collars those bullies make master wear! Put some inside their shoes! A broom handle! Dish soap! Anything that they won’t touch!”

The others nodded and smiled, already seeming to know what to do.

We quickly dispersed and I carefully prepared many does of the mushroom and gave a meaningful squeeze to Charlie’s shoulder as I served his evening meal.

“What are you looking at?” Zelle said to my smug grin. Her face slowly looked up to the noticeable bulge of Charlie’s groin now that he was standing right next to her place at the table.

“Excuse me? But what do you think-”

The rest of Zelle’s words were cut off by Charlie grabbing her hair, and forcing her lips and mouth around his swollen member.

“Oh dear.” I murmured as I quickly cleared the table a split second before my master threw her on the table and started to heave his entire body into her.

“What do you think you’re doing! Wha- What- What’s going  on! How did you get so- Oh!”

Zelle tried to fight back, but it was pointless.

'' “Go master! Go!” '' I cheered under my breath as I wiped his brow of sweat and continued to clean the house with a large smile on my face.

I was just about done when I suddenly felt his strong hands clasp on my shoulders and spin me around.

“Oh! Master! Charlie!” I cried out as he started to tear at my clothes. Oh dear! I did not expect this! I scampered to the bed where an exhausted and near-comatose Zelle lay, fiddling with her genitals.

“Oh! Master! Please! Oh! Oh no! Please!” I begged as he continued to pull my clothes off with a ferociousness that was almost driving me to panic. “Please!” I cried out, finally locking my eyes to his. “...be..be gentle...please!” I whispered and finished with a kiss to his lips.

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him and with one hand, parted my flesh to receive his already wet member. I pulled my body up to his and held on as he gently rocked his body into mine with a steady rhythm very much unlike the ravaging Zelle experienced.

It seemed as though the effects of the mushroom would strengthen or weaken depending upon the disposition of the mamono! I relished in being able to relax and letting my master use me as he desired, fully trusting and confident that he would not mind-break me like he did Zelle. After a few rounds he was able to smile, and return my kisses. He nibbled on my neck and shoulder and even changed my positioning if I started to switch.

I sighed as he finally relaxed next to me and I drifted to sleep.

“Janet! Wake up!” A stern voice cried out.

I gasped and jumped out of bed, still naked and turned to see a red-faced Zelle.

“Come with me!” She said and led the way to the kitchen. I grinned as I noticed her gait was very awkward, almost as if it hurt to walk. “What did you feed him!” She said in a low, angry voice as she started to look through my spices and ingredients.

“His usual dinner!” I said as I separated all the ingredients and spices to show her. “Why?”

Zelle pointed a finger at me. “You will no longer prepare meals for mast - for husband!” Her face flashed a small alarm at almost calling Charlie by his proper title.

I couldn’t help but smile like a fool. “Um, does that mean you will cook for him? Master must work during the day.”

Zelle’s face took on a small amount of embarrassment and shame. “I-...I….no! I won’t!” She huffed.

“But what will master eat?” I said, feigning distress and alarm. “You don’t mean to starve him to death?”

“Grrrr! FINE!” Zelle cried out. “I will make  mas-  uh- husband some soup and vegetables! You stay away from the kitchen!” She cried out.

I turned to start the next part of my plan and my grin went even wider to Zelle’s giving me another snark. “Don’t let me catch you making any more food! I’ll do that!” She cried out.

“Yes, you bully….yes you will...for now.”

(later)

“Oh my! What wonderful soup!” I said, barely able to keep my false cheerful voice. In truth the soup was almost as bland as water with salt. I knew Zelle must have tried her best because her face was full of trepidation as she watched me and Charlie eat….before her….which was absolutely out of the ordinary.

“Yes well!” Zelle huffed. “Y-you need to wear your collar! How many times must I remind you!” She barked and placed the collar on Charlie.

“Oh my, I think I dropped my spoon!” I said and ducked out of line-of-sight.

“Hey! Did I say you could stand up! Hey! Hey! Wait!”

I rose up and again collected the plates and dishes just before Zelle was body slammed again to the table.

“Janet!” Zelle cried out, “Help! Help!”

“Good heavens! What do you want me to do?” I cried out, wiping her brow from sweat, and then Charlie’s.

“Help me overpower him!!” She moaned. “This is not right! I’m supposed to be in charge!”

I held a small cup of cold water to Zelle’s lips and let her take a sip. “Don’t be silly.” I said, placing a small chocolate with a bit of Alraune nectar in her moaning mouth. “If master is stronger than you, what makes you think I could make a difference?”

“But! But!”

“What? Are you saying you don't like what master is doing?”

“Oh! Ah! Uh!” Zelle closed her eyes and shuddered, biting her lip and flexing her toes. “No, I mean...what...I don’t know...I-”

“Yes or no, Zelle, dear.”

“Yes!” She cried out, almost like a squeal of delight. “I like it! But-”

“Shhh-” I ran my hand through her hair and kissed my sister wife deeply. “This is what the joy of being a real woman is like for most of us! Relax! Kiss him! Look into his eyes and tell him that you love him!” I said with a smile, all the while she moaned and her eyes slowly went out of focus.

I hurried and tidied up the house and met the other Kikimoria’s at the market square. All of them looking more satisfied, all of us seeming to have found out the same thing at the same time.

 “Did you relax?” 

'' “Yes! That’s the ticket! Just surrender and it’s not rough at all!” ''

'' “He went all night! Wow! We may have to keep a stock on hand!” ''

 “I know, right?” 

I coughed and got the others to listen. “Ladies, it’s not over yet! We need to send word to Isabella and her Lizard Tribe sisters! We need more than just the village if we are to never be bothered by the Amazon tribe!”

One of the younger, unmarried Kikimora raised her hand. “I’ll go! I know the way too!”

“Good! It’s settled, quickly before they notice- let’s get back to it!”

We quickly departed and I rushed home and hurried out of my clothes and waited next to my bed.

It didn’t take long, and soon Charlie entered my door. I held out my arms and he picked me up and laid me on the bed and kissed me just as he entered my flesh.

“Charlie! My love! Are you okay! Are you holding out?” I moaned as he continued to make love to me.

“Miss your cooking.” He mumbled through his mind-fog the mushroom was giving him.

“Hmmmm, could you hold out for me? For just a few moments?” I said with a cheeky grin. “I can make something up real quick!”

“Hu-hurry!” Charlie moaned as he got up.

I quickly led him by the hand into the kitchen and got some other ingredients together and- once seeing as I had everything within arms reach- adjusted my hips and looked over my shoulder while pulling my hair over it; giving him an unmistakable invitation to ravage me from behind.

It was incredibly difficult to prepare a late supper with my master having his way with me, but my Kikimora instincts to keep master well fed,  well fucked, and well loved saw me through.

“Sit! Please sit! Master!” I said and settled upon his still-swollen member, shuddering a little as he emptied more of his seed into me.

“Please forgive this break of etiquette!” I said as I continued to move my legs and rode my master’s flesh as I fed him soup. “But it’s the only way I could feed both your stomach and lust at the same time- Oh!” I cried out as emptied himself again just as I climaxed. I panted. “Even though- as unsightly as it is for me- for me- for me to be- to be on- be on- be...on TOP!” I cried out again.

Thankfully I didn’t spill any of the soup and I felt my body shudder and revel in joy as I felt master relax and soften within me.

“Such a mighty appetite!” I moaned. “Come master! Let’s put you into bed!”

I helped him as he stumbled his way into bed and picked up Zelle and took her to my bed and got another bowl of soup.

“Here, sister.” I muttered, spoon feeding her my improvement of her soup. “You must be hungry after all that.”

Zelle sniffed and started to cry. “Why are you so nice to me? I took your husband from you! I took your master!”

“Life is hard, cruel, and too short to be fixated on silly notions of power, revenge, and selfishness.” I said, giving her another spoonful. “You fight master like you fight life. You may win for a while, but you are always stressed out….worried your strength might fail….and when it does, you fall and can never get back up, because you relied on no one, and so- no one relies on you.” I shook my head. “You should build everyone around you up! You should celebrate your differences and accept your own.” I put the empty bowl away.

“Zelle! You are a woman! No one can tell me that it feels natural as a woman to rule over her husband! Look how unhappy you are! Even when you were having it your way! So angry and stern all the time!" I caressed her face. “My master is a good man, if only you could be a good woman for him.”

Zelle gasped and held onto me and nodded. “O- okay..” She whispered.

(later)

“Thank you for coming Isabella!” I said, kissing her hand.

“Think nothing of it! By the way, you may have to pay tribute to the Southern River Lizard tribe from now on.”

I shrugged. “Small price for this.”

We all watched as a larger boat came from the forest and everyone, Kikimora, Husbands, Lizard women, and even our new Amazon sisters met them.

The confrontation was brief but tense, once the main Amazon Tribe realized that they weren’t getting their hunting party or the new men back, and that our village was now considered a territory of the Southern Lizard Tribe. They quickly retreated.

I turned back with my Charlie and sister wife. She cheered along with everyone else and as we walked back Zelle jumped on Charlie’s back and kissed his cheek.

“I love you master!” She cheered. I looked at her and patted her head with a mellow smile.

“I love you too, master.” I said as I took his arm and rested my head against his shoulder.

We Kikimora have a saying. And it is part of everything we are, but deep down- we also know it is a part of all feminine power.

Master must always be master.