Monster's Curse

Tame’s breathing subtly shifts back to a more rhythmic, calmer, rate. The rocking horse is still in reach, so even if the thing grabbed his neck, he could get out.

Squeak.

A single point of contact was made on the back of his. The touch was odd, as it didn’t feel like a material he was used to. Still one I know, and still smooth and soft, but rarely seen. Hmm. He stayed still as the connection was furthered by two more touching him and rubbing at his own fur.

The creature continued its investigation by gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. Tame tensed as his stomach was exposed, but forced his breath to stay calm. If the thing was startled, it might kill him by reflex at this point. Besides, if it wanted me dead, it would have done so already. One of the odd feelers pressed against his chest and he couldn’t help the slight scowl. A hand? Why does it feel like a hand?

The thing’s other ‘hand’ joined its brother on his stomach and he felt an odd warmth in his stomach as a larger circle pressed between its hands. At this point Tame’s curiosity was simply too much and he opened his eyes.

Currently quite enamored with his body was a blue ‘mare’. The puppet’s body was covered in a soft, light blue fabric, Silk I think, that shimmered and wavered from time to time, a dead on hint that it was heavily enchanted. The slight shine of metallic joints could be caught through the fabric, but he didn’t mind because it simply fit the wooden texturing that covered her body, her structural material poking through the fabric.

Years alone with nothing but his tools for comfort at camp rose in him and caused him to almost become aroused by simply the craftsmanship of the puppet mare. He did have to admit though that the small, curved rump on her didn’t help his libido. Those perky breasts don’t help. That modest curvature, smooth skin, and even a darker nub, right where the nipple should be. He felt his cock start to harden as the pressure on his abdomen grew and the wooden mare started to move away. Tame’s eyes were shut just in time to keep up the illusion of him sleeping, at least to her.

Clack.

Clunk. Squeak.

One of the hands came against his face. It rubbed his cheek for a few moments before velvet lips came against his own. Almost immediately, the world almost shifted. He could see the puppet, sitting in a closet. Tame could feel its loneliness, missing the.... children. The little ones it used to entertain and speak to, but now she was reduced to a voiceless thing, devoid of beauty and voice with no one to entertain or cheer up.

The scene changed as her arms wrapped around him. It now showed her walking across the floor, her feet clunking against the floor as she slowly made her way to what she hoped was a friend. She feared of being killed, but instead was given the chance to investigate, and now was not alone. The scene filled Tame with a strange warmth that drove him to need to speak, need to help the poor thing.

He pushed gently away and looked into her purple eyes. “Let me be your marionette.” The words conveyed his feeling, and he dismissed the worry of the word choice. He had a beautiful tool that he needed to fix. A tool to love.

His hands pushed the puppet back, laying her flat against the bed. His lips came against hers this time, but no strange images came this time. She got what she needed out. Now it is my turn to give back on that trust. One of Tame’s hands came up and gripped into the modest breast. It was smooth and firm, just as he expected, and he liked it.

Tame’s other hand reached down, gently taking a hold of the puppet’s crotch, sighing in relief when he found a hole there. He stopped for a moment, realizing just what he was doing, but dismissed it quickly. After he was out of this damned castle, he would take her with him, and she would be his companion on the longer hunts, there to take care of him, and this only made her more perfect.

He reached for his pants, but the mare stopped him. Her hands came down and undid the button before pulling them down, just enough to let his cock breath. It was already rock hard and quivering, his anticipation having gotten the better of him. The mare merely smiled as her legs spread apart and the warmth that was in his chest earlier now came against his hand on her breast. Tame smirked at her and placed his other hand on the other smooth mound. It immediately received the same warmth and allowed him to imagine a slight give to them, almost like a real bosom.

His cock began to shake, the veins bulging as it ground against the fine silk over her crotch. Finally, he stepped slightly back, positioning himself forward. He slowly slid forward and the puppet lifted a finger to her mouth, her eyes slowly closing as a smile came across her face. Tame smiled at that and leaned down, kissing her one more time before thrusting in.

Her ‘pussy’ was more a long tunnel within her, filled with silk and silicone. In other words, as he thrust his cock in and out of her, he almost forgot she was made of wood as the friction from the fabrics felt glorious to him. Each thrust brought slight creaks and squeaks from the puppet and her joints, but she was doing a very good job at pretending to be in unbelievable amounts of ecstasy.

This act pushed him over the edge. His mind allowed himself to slip into pure fantasy as he wrapped his arms around her and continued to thrust. Tame could feel her as a mare beneath him, her soft bosom pressed against his chest while her pussy wrapped around his cock. Each thrust brought more warmth to his crotch as he came closer and closer to his climax.

He thrust deep within her one more time and felt himself peak. His arms gripped her tighter and he pretended that her crotch closed on his cock as his release was coming down his body. He shuddered and shook, his cock spasming as his hips bucked against her. Tame’s cum burst from himself in a thick torrent as he let out a long, joyous groan. He then collapsed against the elegant wooden form, panting.

She snuggled against him and he held her. There they stayed in their comfortable embrace for a few minutes before Tame jumped from the bed and pulled up his pants. He then bent down and picked up Trixie, causing the puppet to shake in a mock giggle. He then stepped straight for the door, but was stopped just before leaving. Looking back, he saw a single string connected to him from nowhere, but was taught nonetheless.

The puppet looked down and hugged smuggled against him, her horn gently brushing against his side. She opened her mouth, but he felt the words in his mind. “D-don’t worry. W-we have each other, right master?”

Tame’s smile faded as he let out a sigh. Now he could see strings that connected himself to her, strings that would make them forever together. Something flipped inside of him though as the warmth emanated. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He had… Trixie. Tame looked down and smiled.

“Yes, I have my Trixie, and we will always be able to keep each other company, make each other happy. Yes,” Tame’s eyes glazed over as a slight flick of one finger forced Trixie snuggle against him, “we will always be happy, so long as we are together.”