Short but Stacky 5 - (Shortstacks Stories)
Episode: 'Reversing on Zero: Vainglorious Changes (2) (Ram/Re:zero)'
Being a maid at Roswaal Manor was a chore on normal instances.
Before Lady Emilia was taken in by the lord of the fief, life for Rem and Ram had been one of careful servitured. Less for Rem, but much so for Ram. As much as Ram had a degree of loyalty towards Roswaal, the truest of which was in regard to the favor she owed him. A favor that was akin to a life debt for saving her and her sister.
Was she pleased with unusual developments? No. Did she like any of Roswaal's acts of politicking over the Kingdom's succession crisis? Nope. But that wasn't a concern to someone like Ram. What Ram was there to do was to serve dutifully her master, and wait until her connection with him was formally dissolved by Roswaal himself.
Even as that curious Subaru Natsuki entered the manor, Ram was the least intrigued when compared to her sister. Rem smelled the Witch Miasma on him? If Roswaal had not struck the boy down, then it meant it wasn't as dangerous as it seemed.
But where Ram had the time to deal with the dreadful memories of their childhood, Rem had developed something of a hatred for the Witch Cult. The pinkette doubted that Subaru was indeed one of those fools, but logic hardly was meant to be cared of when handle by someone with a functional Oni horn.
Rem was mindless when provoked, while Ram was keen to be pragmatic over a potential foe. She may have some magical skills, but without a horn that wasn't exactly relevant as overusing magic could only kill her rather than provide much use.
Still, despite all of that, what truly unnerved Ram was not the real world. It was her last few dreams.
The first of which was weird and insanely obscene. She was in the manor's bath but... something was already wrong about her body. Her chest- which was usually reason to be a little envious of her sister's generous bosom due to its limited size, was bigger. Her already-plump butt was even bigger and... and she wasn't sitting alone.
The man looked unfamiliar, yet friendly as her 'dream self' looked quite intimate with him. There wasn't much of depravity going on, but she saw her other self grasp and stroke the humonguous dick that the man had.
Not only that, but she - the real self - could smell it. His dick's scent, something that Oni's could perceive more than most species since that's how they ruled out who was worthy of being a mate or not. And this stench was just intoxicating.
"Remember the deal," A feminine disembodied voice spoke within the scene. "You shall receive your horn, you shall be given gifts, your sister's happiness and protection shall be guaranteed. All for... one thing."
What?
Before she could see the end of that deal, what she was supposed to give, Ram found herself waking up. She was drowning in sweat, and she had flooded her covers with her pussy juices. Beyond the embarrassing outcome, the wet dream had been surprisingly intense and it had been one of those that she remembered vividly.
She thought of mentioning this to Roswaal but Ram hesitated. Not much because she felt it was nothing, but rather she thought that Roswaal may do something else- ask for another price to pay, to solve this issue.
With that in mind, Ram just ignored the dream and thought it would be the first and last. A full week of naughty dreams proved she was wrong about that but... she couldn't help it as she found it extremely pleasant. It wasn't even like she was skipping sleep hours as she felt oddly full of energy during those days.
To make things worse, the dreams worked as an escalation. Starting with mere touching and smelling, then it escalated as the second dream was about sucking that behemoth of a breeding tool. She 'felt' on her knees, her nostrils deeply invaded by the musk emitted by the base of that huge cock and her throat resized to fit the length.
A human girl would have struggled and gagged at such intense action, but Ram was a Oni, and one that was tougher than she looked on a physical level. And the feeling of being facefucked was perhaps one of those unexpected pleasures she didn't know she needed.
With a loud pop, the cock left her full mouth, the cumshot lingering within her taste buds, assaulting those too with its powerful taste. She gulped readily and then smiled at her partner while pressing her face against his hard cock.
"Good girl," The man kindly said, patting her cheek as she breathed heavily against that bitch-breaker.
"Remember the deal," The same voice from last time said, causing her to frown. "You shall receive your horn, you shall be given gifts, your sister's happiness and protection shall be guaranteed. All for... one thing."
Once again, she was brought back to the real world and... with another mess in bed. Growling, Ram slowly grew accustomed to wake up with her panties wrecked by the sheer squirting unfolding in her nightly recurrences. Luckily for her, Rem would never touch her laundry unless she was asked to.
The next few days were similar and, as the first two times, the first half of that promise kept on repeating. Each escalation made her mind stick more to the promise. It felt foolish to believe it if it was real, even more if it wasn't a lie. But the more these dreams came to her, the more Ram's distrust lessened and... and the last dream was by far the most intense of the bunch.
It was a good day, and Ram was crawling on her knees while wearing the most indecent oufti possible. Her fat breasts were exposed, her perky butt was mostly 'spared' by a thin set of panties, and she was wearing dog years and having a plug in her butt for the fluffy tail.
She was on a strool, some thin chains keeping her in position while a thicker one connected to her collar was held by her Master.
"Hm, does Ram need to pee?"
She merely let out a 'woof', cheeks flushing at the query but happily lifting her left leg and actually peeing on the floor. Without hesitation she even took her master's huge cock into her mouth, suckling it and begging for its milk.
"Aw, good girl." He praised, and then they resumed their walk.
No one was around, but the idea of being spotted made her more aroused than terrified. If that had unfolded in the first night, Ram would have been aghast. But right now, after her mind was conditioned through a rising development of the most lusful kind, the pinkette felt earnest to explore that sort of insane perversion.
"Do you want some scratches, Ram?"
Another woof. And soo she was lying on the ground, presenting herself to her master as the man's fingers carefully reached under her panties and planted two of those into her tight snatch.
"Who's a good girl? Yes, yes it's you, Ram. What a good girl."
She was 'woofing and moaning' left and right, soon squirting at the pure sexual pressure of the matter but... she knew. The time has come and-
"And it's time for the deal."
Differently from the first six days, Ram was actually awakened at midnight. Her bed was already messy, but rather than focus on her physical reaction to that sort of pleasure, she found her eyes 'stolen' by the lone figure sitting by the side of the bed.
She was shorter than Ram, but curvier, and wearing just a white cloth with some blue wool lines keeping it stitched to hold up with the girl huge breasts and thick butt. Her white hair reminded her of Emilia, but her blue eyes were surprisingly more 'older' than they appeared to be.
"Are you ready, Ram?"
"...The deal... it's real?"
"Yes. But only if you accept its price."
"What about-"
"Roswaal is going to be busy for a few days," The girl interrupted, her smile untouched by the attempted question. "And my name is Pandora, the First Wife of Master."
The last word had Ram tensing up. "M-Master, is he powerful or-"
"He is a good man. A very good man. But I am alone you see and so I have decided to give him more lovers. You are the second."
Gulping nervously, the pinkette frowned at the non-answer. "I-I see. The price is?"
Pandora walked up to her, and whispered it to her. She had suspected as much, but while this sounded a big price, Ram merely nodded- she already felt her body had surrendered to this, and her mind was holding some reservations in regard to this Master.
"Good. Then, let me prepare you for the 'ceremony'."
With a snap of fingers, Ram felt a wave of warmth hit her body. Her breasts swelled up to be bigger than Rem's and her ass grew even perkier. Not only that, but her nightgown was replaced by a depraved wedding dress that, as much as it made her nervous, it also made her aroused for what was to come.
The last bit was, actually, the most important thing. She felt her magic stabilized, she felt healthier and energic and... she felt her horn. The horn that was cut off years ago was back and- and she felt tearful.
"Spare the feels for the post-mating bed talk, Ram," Pandora pointed out, causing the pinkette to blush.
Another snap of fingers saw them both taken away from the manor and brought to a different place. It looked like another manor, but Ram didn't get much time to think. She smelled her master- her husband, no, her... her mate!
"Oh, hi Pandora. Who's tha-"
He was standing up, walking around the large bedroom, and his cock was in full display. Half-hard but enough to make her remember what could happened.
Ram launched herself to her husband. Maybe it was her oni instincts in full display, maybe it was her arousal, maybe she had actually surrendered to sex and she didn't know about it just yet. What she knew was that after a quick introduction from Pandora as Alan/Master's new wife, Ram found herself put on the bed and plowed silly by her husband.
The sheer roughness make her squirt like crazy and, to stress Pandora's point, Ram was given mercy after two lengthy rounds that saw her belly inflated with highly-fertile cum as Pandora switched in and got pounded for a full round... And yet their Master was still far from satisfied despite saying this was fine.
No, that wouldn't do and, glancing at Pandora with renewed cameraderie, the pink-haired maid knew what to do.
After all, her beloved sister would definitely not mind getting close and personal with their new mate. She would not miss the chance to share a husband with Ram, the pinkette knew it was true.
AN
Yet the next one to be pounded is not Rem! Gasp! I know, but I have an interesting story to not cause stuff like 'mind-break' or 'NTR' within the storyline for some stuff I plan to do. It's going to be weird, hot, and interesting.